#himbohotel

[iloveprettyboysblog]

I Mean This with All Due Respect, Sir but You're Giving Off Major Himbo Vibes 🥵😍

#all due respect #please sir #excuse me sir #sir please.. 🥵🥵 #himbo #himbo moment #himbo alert #hes a himbo #himbo rights #himbohotel #himbo tf #my favorite himbo #glen powell #hangman smut #hangman #hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman top gun #top gun hangman #hes so handsome #top gun 2 #top gun #top gun movie #top gun maverick #top gun smut #hes so fine #hes so cuuuute #hes so tall #hes so cute #handsome as hell

[pharmakeus]

@himbohotel (x)

Adrian was slightly unsettled by Hercules' admission of killing other magical beings. He didn't know if the hero was telling the truth or if he was simply messing with the son of magic? Either way, he gulped at the prospect and decided it was best to move forward.

"I'll try it again..." Adrian huffed. He threw another punch at the bag with more force this time. He glanced up at the hero, looking at him to gauge whether his form and force were correct this time.

#himbohotel

[inventorsdaughter]

@himbohotel​ asked: 💬 for jonathan 

“why are you looking at me like that ?” hazel eyes peeping over her book to look at the man with a raised brow. she often got looked at for no apparent reason, and she was never one to let it slide 

#himbohotel #YOOO #( ♡ v. she doesn't quite fit in: undecided )

[emcads]

         that’s enough english for today she’s fed up

#✘; LETTERS ( answered ) #tw suggestive #himbohotel #esme: scary wet dream? like what? having a nightmare that you're imprisoned on jones' ship? #that's scary and wet #everyone: im sorry. im sorry ur having wet dreams about what

[count-v-dracula]

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙. from 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 ;••••; @himbohotel

For being so young, for not even having lived half a life time, Mr. Harker had caught on to the patterns and strange happenings within Castle Dracula. To the Count, the Englishman had, out of necessity, obtained skills one only acquires when the sword of Damocles is suspended above, at every corner, in every room that Jonathan was permitted entry to. The Count misjudged the heart and resolve of the young man -- he was not like those of his country that lived their days in submission to the beasts of the country, crossing themselves and fearing the evil eye. In his pursuit for life, the Count had dismissed how strong and young England was (as his innumerable books informed him)...as was its countrymen. 

Regardless of the veil of normalcy being torn, the Count was still as ill at ease as much as when he had met Jonathan’s arrival at Borgo Pass. Jonathan was his friend, he was not false in that.  He thought well of the young man, and felt a modicum of regret in that he was going to have discard him, even now as he threw accusations at him. The Count spoke of his actions, to redeem them, at attempts of earning love. Truly, he had not known love, a love that was not mangled with malice, a purer love. Those stony women he kept with him had hardened their hearts against him, allowing none of what love he had left to give to soften their hearts; Too long he left them unattended and they turned into feral beasts, driven only by their demonic lust. Dracula had forgotten what it was to love: Jonathan was not only his lawyer, but his link to the outside world (for he had spent too long inside the walls of his home)...maybe even to love.

Jonathan was beginning to erupt, the cool politeness he had produced began to heat. The vampire could feel the simmering heat of anger beneath the Englishman’s skin, how propriety and manners which held him together were tearing at the seams. The Count bore his hasty words, the shove of the table and crashing of the china. A shallow breath plunged into Dracula’s lungs, hearing the yielding slice of flesh from the broken teacup Jonathan stupidly felt the need to pick up. The leak of blood stained the air, the vampire’s eyes flared like the flames of Hell as he rose to quickly to be noticed and clutched Jonathan’s bloodied hand.

“Obsession? Is that inexcusable? Is everything I have done thus?” He spoke, wild and passionate, his iron grip about Jonathan. “I am not young as you are, but I have loved. Now, I am restless with the shadows of my past. I am but an empty vessel seeking to be filled in the world, this life! I tire of the winds that blow coldly through my broken home, of the stillness, the silence! I was sincere when I asked of you to leave happiness here, to end this hollow ache, to bring life...” his gaze drifted to Jonathan’s bleeding hand he clutched. The warmth of the blood burned against the ice of his hand, rivlets ran downward past the cuff of his dress coat. The aroma burned his nostrils, his veins cried for relief and he breathed heavily. “Is not love some form of obsession? Does not the wolf love, obsess over its prey? How he feasts upon the very heart of the deer! Beasts such as I are capable of love!” 

He could not abstain longer, for as he spoke his hunger gnashed its teeth -- his tongue dragged across the bloodied hand he held. The life stained his tongue and shuddering sigh of relief and the need for more rippled through him.

#v; blood is the life #himbohotel #[ sorry this is late and that this is long! but I was feelin' it!!! ]

[therelentless]

ooc;; the shit i need to deal with, though.

#{ house meeting! } ;; ooc #himbohotel #the bullying #i hate it here

[fyrewalks]

❛ like cash-cash? cold hard cash? ❜ what is this--the stone age? next up, she'll be asking if he has seashells or--or rocks to bang on or something. ❛ get with the times, girl. nobody carries cash any more. ❜ && it makes his life incredibly easy. back in the day, they had to finagle money from atms or the bad guys. now, he can skim money from dictator-du-jour's swiss bank accounts before he had his morning cup of coffee.

but just 'cuz he's efficient doesn't mean he’s stupid. sure, he's got some stacks around for emergency purposes, but he's not going to tear up the upholstery for a bennie or two. eliot would kill him dead. D-E-D. dead. // @himbohotel

“i know, which is why i’m asking for it now.” jemma’s rarely inpatient, save for times where frustration mounts or time ticks away too quickly. it’s neither of those things now, and jemma wouldn’t say she’s inpatient either, but there’s a slight touch to annoyance to her voice. she’d thought it was fairly obvious. hardison knew of her position in shield, and the position shield was in. the world just accepted the organization.

“i can’t be seen helping you out,” she explains. “cash is one of the few untraceable things left. though i guess we could always rethink this arrangement.”  there were ways of legitimizing this whole operation, but hardison had insisted on keeping his name separate from shield as lone as possible. 

#himbohotel #himbohotel ft. alec

[kallistcs]

From here! @himbohotel

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Two years ago, this would've been impossible. An incomprehensible situation that Hylas would've been tossed between scornful laughter and a bit of angry fear about, if anyone suggested it.

But that would've been two years ago, and this is now, sailing high on his (very brief) success, watching with breathless attention as Heracles tosses his head back. His laughter is as much a victory wreath as the accomplishment itself, the stretched length of his throat fascinating.

The only thing more so would be the thick arms he's caging - in the loosest sense of the word - with his own. He likes those arms. He's not sure he would admit how early his gaze began to stray to them. As it is, Hylas lays one hand on one of said arms right as Heracles winds a hand through his hair. The grin on the man's face shoots Hylas' heart up into his throat, and, ahem, blood downwards, his own grin smothered into the kiss.

Clutching the bicep and practically massaging it by the point Heracles pulls back, Hylas has no chance to be disappointed. Not with the vision he's presented with, and then there's that challenge, too.

And perhaps the way Heracles says 'my', but he's not going to look at that too closely.

"No insult meant, oh lion-hearted son of Zeus," Hylas says, failing to make it winsome as he leans in, face raised and pressed close against that great bulk he's still pinning against the atrium wall. Grins again instead, eyes bright. "But if I should wager something on what seems plainly true since I got you here - my lips, then, since they so offended you."

A pause, as Hylas cocks his head, innocently serious in that moment despite his very deliberate tease of the words.

"That is, my lips, however you might want them."

#secondary: hylas #himbohotel #tee hee

[phantomguitar]

@himbohotel whispered:  ❛ do you think we’re friends in every universe? ❜ Reggie.

»» ──────ஓ๑☩๑ஓ ────── ««     ʜᴇ  ᴜꜱᴇᴅ  ᴛᴏ   not  really  be  a  big  believer  in  the  concept  of  there  being  other  worlds,  other  universes  and  realities  that  their  souls  congregated  if  a  decision  was  made  differently  in  the  world  they  knew  to  be  true.   but  then  again,  here  he  was,  standing  as  a  whole-ass  ghost,  living  as  something  he  used  to  not  BELIEVE  in  at  all.   perhaps  there  was  a  possibility  that  no  matter  what  could  have  come  out  of  anything,  the  three  of  them  would  still  be  together.   they  were  all  he  knew  as  family  at  this  point,  like  their  souls  were  destined  to  play  music  together  even  before  they  died.   he  slung  an  arm  around  reggie’s  shoulders,  pulling  him  in  close.   ❝ don’t  worry.   no  matter  what  would  have  happened,  we  were  all  bound  to  end  up  together.   i  feel  like  doing  so  was  our  DESTINY.   and  none  of  us  should  feel  like  we  should  think  differently  about  it. ❞

#music is like an energy ; it connects us with people. >>> 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 #that’s what i’m talking about! >>> 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 #himbohotel

[pharmakeus]

next time, we won't be so lucky.

"That should be the title of every demigod's memoir at this point." Adrian wittily mused as he rummaged through his messenger bag. He needed something after narrowly escaping that monster attack.

He pulled out the Olymia Gold Gyms bottle that the hero had so generously offered previously. The bottle was filled with an adulterated mixture of divine nectar and his infamous famous red potion. This way, he could receive the nectar's healing properties without risking incineration. However, it would not heal him quite as quickly as straight nectar would. Thankfully, his injuries were not severe.

Adrian took a swig of the concoction. It had herbal notes from the potion and the 'mystery flavor' from the nectar. The nectar tasted like the homemade tea his grandmother would brew and pour over ice on hot summer days. He turned to the hero, offering him to take a swig as well.

#asks #himbohotel

[marisetcaelum]

what does your blood taste like?

mulled wine. your blood tastes like mulled wine, a drink typically made with red wine and mulling spices. prominent flavors: fruity, sweet, and cinnamon.

cabernet sauvignon. your blood tastes like cabernet sauvignon, a dry red wine. prominent flavors: dark fruits, pepper, and vanilla from oak aging.

tagged by: @phantomcurtaincall

tagging: @emcads / @terrorpenned @paddyfuck @honorhearted @himbohotel @his-request

#drops this and then disappears back into college #of coffee and canaries ; bird #of pages and poison ; thrýlos #bird being wine is NOT what i expected #oh well. i guess thats why paulo munched on her that one time #ok but both of them having wine blood im looking im thinking im observing

[phoenixduelist]

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

🥺 right back at you!!!!

So I will cheat and tag people instead because headache goes 😖

@count-v-dracula ; @winters-club , @fearthekraken @ofthehighseas @ashortdropandasuddenstop @himbohotel & @gentlepyrate (we haven't written too much/at all together but you both seem the softest beings ever💖) , @infernal-feminae , @strikers-saloon , @clownstolemyjokes , @nebula-gaster , @hotelmoonlxly-archive , @xxstar-bluesxx , @pinkpizzapastaspiderprincess22 , @rodeoblitz , @wrxthfulguard

Love you all!!!💖💖💖

#🩸ooc 🗡 | out of tragedy #is this 12? more? Dont know; dont care I have dyscalculia & thankfully many friends😃💕

[viagothedandy]

◎ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚁𝙺𝚂 & 𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚂.

likes artificial watermelon | sleeps in what they are already wearing  |  eats their cereal with milk | listens to music with earbuds | hates the summer | can recite past the first four digits of pi | eats frosting out of the jar | doodles on their notebooks | can bake cookies | has a garden | has had a snowball fight | eats pancakes without syrup | prefers shorts over pants | can name more than ten superheroes | has a plan for the zombie apocalypse |  uses the same password for everything |  can’t hold their breath for more than fifteen seconds | watches anime | can say ‘ I love you ‘ in more than one language | prefers mechanical pencils | thinks space is cool | takes personality tests more than once to make sure |  can’t tie their shoelaces | has a purse | likes salads | likes cool colors better than warm colors | knows how to braid hair | reads biographies | can ice skate | knows their mbti | reads astrology charts | prefers the star wars prequels to the original trilogy | plays video games  | reads the newspaper | likes chocolate ice cream best | doesn’t cuss |  memorizes song lyrics |  collects coupons | has a preferred order at starbucks | likes movie theater popcorn | has seen a play | listens to music with headphones | owns a hoodie |  would rather own cds than online copies | has written a poem |  can shuffle cards | subscribes to a magazine |  double dips when eating | drinks directly out of the milk container | keeps a journal

tagged by @consvlting​​​​ ( ty ! )

tagging: @vamporn​​ @thxwxlf​​ @storiieswoven​​ @parvamundi​​ @ofpsalms​​ @izzyhnds​​ @himbohotel​​ @greatrspnsibility​​ @exsanguinatedserenity​​ @count-v-dracula​​

#he doesnt cuss OFTEN #and he likes to fondle movie theater popcorn but not eat it #IN DEPTH. WE WILL BE HAVING A FLAT MEETING IN ABOUT TEN MINUTES

[emcads]

@himbohotel​​ contd.

【🗡️☠️ ♡】 ❛ can't a gentleman call on his lovely lady friend every once in a blue moon without being accused of something untoward? come, come, come--sit--❜ he flaps a laced wrist towards a nearby chair, tea service already set out in his meticulous way. did he believe his dearest esmeralda would heed his summons? no. but he is a man who has a peculiar worldview & having impeccable tea service at his beck & call is just one of his many, many eccentricities.

albeit, a milder one than others of his station.

he slathers some of his lovely jam on hardtack. it's the only way those blasted things could be palatable enough for his gentile disposition.

❛ funnily enough, yours wasn't the only correspondence i received this fortnight. ❜ stede begins casually doctoring his tea, much like a gossipy matron. ❛ my erstwhile wife, mary as i'm sure you recall, had written about a queer encounter she had with a specific lady pirate...i do forget the name of her temptress, but the rest of her missive was rather explicit in her recollection of said seduction techniques. i believe the name of her sultry lover started with an 'e' if memory serves. would you have any idea what would possess any pirate to dock in barbados to carry on relations with my former wife? ❜

Esmeralda STARES, mouth opened and poised to take a bite of her honeyed hardtack ; her fellow captain has found her unprepared, lulled into a false sense of comfort by his renowned, genteel hospitality.  it is for all the world an excellent play  at their normal evenings together,  dining on luxury met with the HARDNESS  of a life at sea,  gossiping about the erstwhile sins of the landed aristocracy.  only this night  there is in his honeyed,  easy voice an unmistakable noise of ACCUSATION,   subtle and artful  as he always is in his attacks on honor and propriety.

why in God’s name would she feel the need to disclose her adventures to her  FORMER HUSBAND  ?  Esmeralda can make no sense of it, and suddenly, her sense of shame is swept aside in irritation  at the former Missus Bonnet’s looseness of lips.  she mentally resolves not to return to the deliciously warm bed of Barbados. after all, even if Mary hadn’t named her explicitly, how many lady pirates WERE THERE to lead young widows into temptation? it is a short game which Stede has no doubt long ago worked out himself,  merely offering her up his question in a sense of REFINED POLITENESS.  and to offer her the opportunity to lie,  no doubt.

❝   you know, Captain, if I didn’t know better I would suspect you of jealousy on behalf of your erstwhile wife.  ❞

she at last bites into the hovering biscuit,  licking the sweetness of borrowed jam  from her pouted lips.  as befits her company,  she ensures she has swallowed,  mouth empty,  before speaking again  ––  rogue crumbs wiped from the corner of her mouth with a delicate  serviette.

❝   it is the habit of most pirates to dock in free ports.  unless there is some injunction I am unaware of.  ❞

#himbohotel #himbohotel: stede #✘; VERSE: BETWEEN IRON & SILVER ( main ) #just helping ur wife have her bi awakening. dwbi

[count-v-dracula]

{ meme } | accepting ;••••; @himbohotel​​ asked▬

❛   if i could make a deal with god, and i’d get him to swap our places.  ❜  [[captive!jonny is not a happy camper]]

Keeping the Englishman this long had now proved itself futile. He had noticed the irregularities of the Dracula household (or lack of household), the seemingly innocent requests that the Count had Jonathan fulfill -- everything had been undone by the young man having too much time alone during the day and by having taken advantage of the Count’s graciousness.

Standing in the room he had kept Jonathan locked in, he stared -- his red eyes blazing as the Englishman had the nerve, the impropriety, to suggest such a thing. He hissed, his face contorted into a bestial snarl and his white, sharp teeth protruded out from his ruddied lips. He seethed at the very mention of the Christian God, his hands clutching at the hem of his cape. “Do not speak of Him in my house! He has long since abandoned it!” Dracula walked to Jonathan, his stride long and commanding. “You would want that then?” The Count inquired, not taking the sentiment as an insult, or valuing it as the passive aggressive parry that was perfected by the English and used like any weapon. “Do you not think that I am a captive? A hungered soul forever trapped in these bones! These very walls are my tomb! I...I can give you what I am, Mr. Harker. There would be no need to swap, as you say....” he drifted for a moment and moved in closer to Jonathan.

“Your place would be beside me.”

#v; blood is the life #answered #himbohotel #[ i think i did pretty good keeping it under 600 words XD ] #[ WELL under ] #[ I just LOVE writing book drac :D ]

[therelentless]

★ for guillermo ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)

Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character II accepting II

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

#himbohotel #{ electronic letters } ;; !ask #look at this disgusting behavior of his #so embarrassing of him