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#starter: abraham
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open to: females (21+) 
idea: your muse could be the daughter of the woman abraham’s seeing or just someone that knows him, he has rejected her more than a few times but she’s trying a whole new approach
please do not like my starters
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he had not been anticipating anyone being in his office the moment he flicked the light on. he was exhausted but his mind would not shut off. that was why he figured he could look over the papers he had left. yet that was the last thing on his mind when he saw her sprawled over the leather sofa that was rarely used, not a stitch on. his head tilted and he had to stop himself from doing a double take,” and here i thought you would never do something so bold, cariño.” after all he had told her no more times than he could even remember. he didn’t move any closer but he didn’t go to step out of the room any longer,” and what did you expect for me to do once i saw this, well, display?”
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fuckmeupindie · 2 years
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“You look so...breathtaking. I’ll be the luckiest guy at the party. Are you ready to have everyone’s eyes all over you all night?”
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general-kalani · 5 months
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He's tending to his hognose snake Abraham. Don't mind him.
The snake is clearly absolutely spoiled and has a cage larger than it should be for the snake.
It also has no companions in the cage with it.
It's a hogger for attention though.
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seadcgs · 5 months
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like this for a starter from abraham woodhull !
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starlingisms · 7 months
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continued from here for @unhclysin !
"That's... not what my face was saying. I'm just, I don't know, worried about you. 'Just friends' can worry about you too, you know."
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atvrvxia · 1 year
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&. @kiillmeromantically​
based on the second bullet from the plot in the SOURCE LINK ( 1 / 1 )
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                          THIS WAS not the first time he had asked her to model before the class. delia was quite surprised when he chose her the first time, but the girl wasn’t one to say no to her favourite professor. delia had hoped that perhaps by agreeing, she would get good marks in this class. so when he chose her to model again the week after, she was a little more prepared and a little less shy. she sat on the stool in front of her peers, bare as the day she was born. “should i pose another way, professor?” delia asked, blue eyes meeting the man’s gaze. 
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decadentias · 4 months
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"THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME we've changed the decorations. I've had enough. I think we should call it a day." Abraham wasn't a festive person. He didn't know what got into him to agree to this. His patience to deal with them as they changed the decoration plenty of times was tested today. "This is supposed to be a one day thing but we haven't even gotten to the tree."
open to: f / nb | your muse is fussy over the decorations. how he agrees to it is up to you (could have been because of a bet or favor he owed. w/e works.)
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untilthcyrot · 10 months
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❝ Now isn't a very good time, ❞ the vampire ballerina uttered from the crack in the doorway, hoping to conceal what, or rather, who was inside. All hope of that disappeared when his voice echoed from inside her home. ❝ Let them in, lyubimaya . ❞
♡ ───── open starter for nadja & abraham !
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xluckyicarus · 2 years
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location: aurelia odyssey suites  time: von-anderson wedding, rip to the homies 
chills twisted around his arms, body trembling. lodged between body wracking sobs and chills from the horror of it all, abraham brought his knees closer to his chest, praying that the pressure would keep him together at the seams that threatened to burst.  heidi had been one of those friends that abraham had found comfort and consistency in. they could go ages with no contact and when reunited, reignite and light the world on fire. he loved her, with every piece of himself, and though the wedding had been as big a surprise to him as it was to most others, it wasn’t strange. heidi was already like his sister.  and she was gone. cold, alone, and gone. the thought brought bile rushing to the back of his throat, chin shaking as he dropped his head to his knees, another sob ripping from him. he should have been stronger. he should have been more dignified. he should have shut up and let others suffer out loud, but he couldn’t keep in. how could anyone? 
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thexwayward · 1 year
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+ open || character: abraham || location: a bar somewhere
pack of cigarettes held upside down, slapped against the heel of his hand, abe walked through the crowd. towering above everyone else in all of his signature black and spikes despite the coiling heat, the tattoo artist flipped open the lid of a fresh carton and ripped off the protective foil, slipping a cigarette out and between his full lips. abe was hungry, for food, yes, but more so for noise. it had been too quiet back at his apartment, where his only companions were the pets he kept in comfort. he needed noise, he needed a crowd. luckily, abraham’s one true talent was finding the places that would yeild to his desires. 
sidling up to the bar, abraham felt his brows furrow as his hands roamed the length of his body, searching for a lighter. when his hands came up empty from his pursuit, a single sound passed from behind lips sealed in a thin frown. “mmm,” grunting in annoyance, he reached over the patron nestled in a stool beside him, a throaty noise to catch someone’s attention. “sorry,” snagging a matchbook from a bowl in front of them, he offered a vacant smile, one of a man not really paying attention. “ ‘scuse me.” striking and lighting the end, he nodded at the bartender, feeling a set of eyes boring into the side of his head. turning his attention to the bar-goer before him, his fingers came up to pluck the cigarette away. “can i help you?”
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sxmthingwicked · 2 years
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Open Starter.
Open to anyone! F/M/NB.
Summary: Your muse and Abraham used to be partners, before Abraham retired from the world of hunting completely. Unexpressed feelings pass between you two and contact has been scarce since he retired. Now, a new threat appear, hell bent on destroying all the hunters have worked on preserving. Your muse goes to ask Abraham for help. But this threat might be something else entirely, something bigger...
Please don’t like my starter!
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“You shouldn’t have come.’‘ Abraham said, his expression betraying no emotion.
 Truth be told, he never thought he would see them again, let alone now. He had retired a year ago, finding solace in the commodities of nature. The life...the hunts...it all became too much and Abraham was a sensible man. He knew when to quit. He just wished that they would understand that.
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peacespun · 1 day
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he counted the seconds, the minutes, the hours it took from the time they hired a boat captain to when they finally arrived at their destination. out in the middle of fucking nowhere. there were bitter memories that stirred in him after he'd stepped onto the deck, watching calm waves crash against the boat as it cut through dark waters. a nauseating feeling as he stood at the bow, as he thought about how much time had gone by since the last time they were here. years. it had been years, easily. and it had come cruelly slow.
it wasn't fair. it wasn't fair that dean had to sacrifice everything for a world of people who would never know who he was or what he did for them, and crueler still that abraham had to stay behind. even if he knew that there was a chance after that coffin dropped, he may never get to see him again, that he couldn't help him without first finding a solution to the archangel problem, and that -- that proved to be nearly fucking impossible.
it wasn't fair that it had to be @warspun to bear that weight.
just as its not fair that even after that iron coffin was shoved back into the water with the archangel still in it, dean is still suffering. creatures small enough to squeeze through a hole that had eventually punctured the coffin have stuck to his skin, and he hasn't been strong enough to pick them off for a long time. he's weak and atrophied, smaller than he thought he would be.
and now, in the quiet of the cabin, just the two of them. abraham tries so gently to pull those critters off of him. removing them and putting them into a bowl he'll discard of entirely, whispering soft apologies when he finds one that has burrowed itself in deep and he has to put more effort into pulling it off of his skin. " i'm sorry.... shit-- i'm sorry. i almost have it. "
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Abraham sat, wearing just a simple shirt and pants. Looking worn, tired, but pleased.
Very pleased.
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phantom-vs-agents · 11 months
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“One time,” Abraham recounts, “Rouge referred to me as a ‘Silver Fox.’ I’m not exactly caught up on ‘modern lingo,’ so does anyone know what this means.”
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timelessxmemories · 11 months
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#╭・🌿𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; irl . amy lee#╭・💌𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; my love . beatrice reden#╭・🛸𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; my love . orchid#╭・🌷𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 ;; asks . answered#╭・🌷𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 ;; asks . in character#╭・🌷𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 ;; roleplays .#╭・🌷𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒈 ;; roleplays . starter#╭・💫𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 ;; out of character#╭・💫𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 ;; in character#╭・💫𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ;; reblogs#╭・💫𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 ;; memes ⸝ crack#╭・☁️𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; irl . caleb brewster#╭・☁️𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; irl . abraham woodhull#╭・☁️𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; irl . anna strong#╭・☁️𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; irl . yuri#╭・☁️𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; irl . kyoko kirigiri#╭・☁️𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; irl . sol#╭・☁️𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; irl . others#╭・🕯𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; fandoms#╭・🕯𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; headcanons#╭・🕯𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ;; misc
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scentedwolfperfume · 2 years
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I Will Guide You Home
OPEN STARTER ~ OPEN TO ANYONE!!
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The rain hit Scott’s scalp, drenching his hair as it beaded down his visage. Where he sat covered in gashes, and bullet grazes. Naked on the back porch that faced the woods he’d just come from. Michael was at a friend’s house when it all took place. Scott turned to let his wolf out and run when a bear trap caught his leg at some point in his sprint, and then poachers jumped from the thickets and attacked. But were shocked to find the beast they were hunting was not like any wolf they’d ever seen. Buckshots ricocheted off bark and ripped through his skin but nothing hit anything vital. Not that it would have mattered, nothing they fired was silver. But it would have hurt like a bitch. And as everything happened all at once he realized that these men were in his woods. And he decided that was a no go, and something in him snapped. In mere seconds he had every one of the poachers in pieces. Blood and body parts dismembered and flying through the air. Splattered on the trunks of the trees, and crimson goo dripping off the butterbur and ferns. 
Next thing he knew he was changing as he entered his property. Back into his human form where he dropped on the steps and held his head in his hands. The rain hadn’t even registered to him until he started to shiver. Softly whispering, 
“Fuck.”
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