"going home isn't an option anymore." -dacian @elementalxfury

For the Damaged | @elementalxfury

“I know that feelin’,” Jett answered, “all too well.” It felt like it had been eons since he’d last spoken to his immediate family, let alone lived with them. Not that he wanted them back. He’d given up on his parents because he knew full well that they didn’t give a damn about him. His mother would sooner beat his ass than let him come back, and his father would likely be too drunk and lethargic to even get up and open the door. Something told him that this man’s situation was a bit different, however. Something in the way he carried himself.

“Well, if you can’t go home, then you’re more than welcome here,” he declared with a soft smile, gesturing to the cabin behind him. It was somewhat small, despite being two stories, and rather rustic, fitting in well with the forest scenery. An old Chevy truck sat in the gravel driveway, faded blue paint spotted with rust. A fire pit and woodpile were positioned a few yards away from the house, with two large logs positioned on either side to act as benches for whenever Jett felt the urge to roast marshmallows. Overall, a pretty cozy place, tucked away on the outskirts of town, the Blue Ridge Mountains serving as the perfect backdrop. “Do you want somethin’ to drink, or maybe a hot meal? I was just about to whip somethin’ up, and I wouldn’t mind havin’ a guest, unexpected as you are. Why don’t you come on in and take a load off? Rest them weary bones for a minute?”

“A photo of younger me.”

(Nick; @mxrvelouscreations

Sexy Photo Time! | @mxrvelouscreations

“You’re as beautiful now as you were back then,” Jett cooed, wrapping his arms around Nick as he peered over his shoulder to look at the photo. “Very very handsome. Although…the way you’re posed makes it look like your arm has disappeared, and your hand’s just floatin’ there by your hip. I’m so sorry, I can’t unsee it now…” His smile dissolved into giggles, and he hid his rapidly reddening face in Nick’s back to try and stifle himself. “The way my brain works is entirely strange! But you’re gorgeous, and I love lookin’ at you!”

"Does it ever bother you? Being alone?" || @little-tyrant-gortash

Curious Sentences | @little-tyrant-gortash

It did. While Jett had always been a relatively solitary person, that didn’t mean that he enjoyed being so, even when he wasn’t locked up in a dungeon. He liked being around people. Craved attention and affection like plants craved sunlight. People just didn’t like him in return. If he got upset about it, he was seen as a rabble rousing punk. If he tried to seek out what he was lacking, he was called clingy or an attention whore. Of course, there were people back home who didn’t think of him as such, but they were few and far between. Eventually, he’d accepted that he’d just have to make do with whatever scraps he got, and cope in any way he could.

“I’m used to it,” he answered curtly, peering up at his lordly captor from the other side of the cold metal bars. “The small space is more bothersome, honestly, but it’s better than nothin’.” That, and the boredom. He’d counted every hole and crack in the stonework ten times over in the past few days in an effort to keep himself sane. Gods, he wished he had music to listen to; he’d been alone with his thoughts for too long, and no amount of meditation was helping him.

“What is it that you want to know about me?” Jett sounded calmer than he felt, an art that he’d been practicing and perfecting since his teen years. He even offered a polite smile to sell the illusion of serenity. “I’ll be as cooperative as possible.” The sooner they got this interrogation over with, the sooner he could get out of this stupid cell, and away from the ghosts of its previous inhabitants, who were no company at all!

i'm so tired. i haven't slept a wink. (Eddie; @mxrvelouscreations

Beatles Prompts | @mxrvelouscreations

“Well, whose fault is that?” Jett asked playfully, puffing on his cigarette as he watched his musical friend. “Kidding, kidding. I know how it feels to be running on empty, believe me. Do you need a place to crash? My uncle’s out of town again, so I have the cabin to myself.”

"Hello, Jett. Join us?" Alaois and callisto from @ofangelsanddemigods

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"How could I not?" Honestly, he needed a night out after holing up in his study for so long, and the fact that the invite came from two of his favorite people on the planet didn't hurt. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather paint the town red with than you two. Where are we headin' first? I don't really know much about the clubs here, so I trust you'll be able to show me a good time." Jett's face split in a serene grin; he refused to let nerves ruin what was sure to be a fun night...unless...

"Or would y'all rather stay in? Make our own fun right here?" Damned social anxiety. Here he was in one of the most beautiful cities on earth, and he couldn't bring himself to go out and explore it properly. True, Rome had its crowds, but they shouldn't have proven to be such a deterrent! Perhaps he just needed one more night of acclimation before he could be coaxed out for one of revelry. Or he could just face his fears now, and try to focus on enjoying time with his boyfriends. Gods, they were being so patient with him, and he loved them for it, but he felt bad for being such a shut-in. Favoring books and old bones over living people had been his defense mechanism for too long. "Either way, I'm game, as long as I get to be with y'all from dusk 'til dawn and beyond!"

"Gods, I fucking love you." Callisto to Jett @ofangelsanddemigods

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Jett had been focused on setting up a ritual when Callisto walked in. Half dressed, desperately trying to keep his hair out of his face, but too lazy and/or dialed in to get up and go find a scrunchy. Mumbling to himself in a mix of English and Latin as he read the steps over and over again from an ancient grimoire. The spell he was trying to cast was a complex one, and he wanted to be sure he understood it completely before he had all the components set in place. The circle had already been drawn, and he sat in the middle of it as he studied, making small adjustments as he went.

He was almost ready when his boyfriend’s outburst caught his attention, warm mocha gaze snapping up to meet Callisto’s almost immediately. Face already flushing at the declaration of affection, he smiled and let out a light chuckle. “I love you, too, sweetheart, but can I ask what has you so excited?” Jett had a feeling he knew, based on previous delightful experiences, but he still loved hearing the other man say it.

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜ Callisto's trying a new recipe and Jett is the 'test subject' so to speak. Try some pasta, Jett. @ofangelsanddemigods

Dialogue Prompts | @ofangelsanddemigods

Callisto’s request was met with a smile and an eager nod from Jett, who honestly adored being the guinea pig for all of his boyfriend’s recipes. Who in their right mind wouldn’t? The pasta was just as divine as Callisto himself, leaving the young witch humming in approval and craving more. It was moments like this that made him truly understand how lucky he was.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” he asked sweetly before continuing. “This is delectable! Seriously, I need to learn this recipe from you. What did you do give the sauce that extra kick?”

Alaois and callisto just texted these to jett 💜

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[text]{Callisto~💛} and {Alaois~🖤} - Turnabout is fair play, boys~ 😘

He didn’t even hesitate to respond in kind, smirking to himself as he awaited their responses.

Has Jace (and your other muses) decided what they will dress up as for Halloween?

Ask My Muse Anything | @runyou-clever-boy

“Hmmm…to my knowledge, no. Jace isn’t really into Halloween. He doesn’t dress up unless Flora asks him to do a couples costume with her, and I think they’re both too busy for it this year. Cyrus and Lucien invited me to their party though! Katie Lynne, Joey, Casper, Silas, and Tancred are going, too, but they’ve all said they wanted their costumes to be a surprise. Niyah’s doing something for school, and she keeps bragging about the zombie mermaid costume that Fancy helped her make; I’m sure she’ll be adorable! Lila always dresses up as some sort of classic witch for the festival, and I think Fancy might be joining her this time. Jolene said she’d go as Evie from The Mummy if my uncle went as Brendan Fraser’s character, which would be really cute. As for me, I think I’m going as Victor Frankenstein. The stressed out university student from the book, not the mad doctor from the sci-fi/horror movies. I love the regency era look, honestly. Makes me look rather distinguished~”

V; Main/Royal - detailed on his About page, and takes place in a high fantasy setting.

V; Modern - takes place in Asheville, NC. Jett is a friendly young man with a rather intimidating outward appearance. He chose to name himself Jett Marwood after filing for emancipation from his abusive mother and absentminded father at sixteen, shedding the name they’d given him and recreating himself according to his own ideals. He has a reputation in town for being an outcast and a rumored “devil worshipper”, but in reality, he’s a kind person who values honor, truth, and justice above all else. The dead are far more honest than the living, and he finds himself chatting with them far more often. When they talk back, he listens, and he learns, using his magic to solve murders and root out corruption far more effectively than the police…or he would, if anyone actually listened to him. When he’s not visiting the local cemetery, he’s practicing the drums, writing in his journals and grimoires, and making tea in his cozy log cabin out in the woods, or he’s working at one of the local cafés. There’s an AU where he becomes a world renowned country singer!

V; Wizard - When Jett Marwood got his Hogwarts letter, he was ecstatic, as was his wizard uncle, despite the man’s rocky relationship with the British government. His muggle mother, on the other hand, wasn’t thrilled with the idea of losing control of him, or of raising a magical son. She tried to keep him from going. Luckily, Uncle Darius managed to get the law involved. He gained custody of Jett just in time to prepare for Jett’s first year, secretly obliviating his mother to make sure she wouldn’t give them trouble. Jett was sorted into Hufflepuff, though the Hat briefly debated putting him in Slytherin because of his ambitious nature. His halfblood status, odd tendencies, unusually calm temperament, and interest in the undead made him a target for bullies, of course, but instead of lashing out, he focused harder on his studies and turned to music as an outlet. He became quite the talented drummer! Cedric Diggory’s death at the end of his fifth year (Harry’s fourth) hit him rather hard, especially with all the rumors surrounding it. Only the ghosts of the castle would give him straight answers regarding it, further bolstering his theory that the dead were more honest than the living. Thus began his clandestine deep dive into the art of necromancy. By the end of his seventh year, he’d become obsessed, running off to the forests of Bavaria shortly after graduation to uncover what secrets were buried with the nameless dead. He roves the world over looking for such things, and has already managed to write a wonderfully macabre book on the subject: Secrets of the Unmarked Graves. He’s currently working on another manuscript that focuses on the hidden details surrounding Countess Bathory, Count Dracula, and other such undead nobles, with their permission, of course.

V; Vampire - Jett’s study of necromancy has led to a dalliance with a charming but manipulative vampire, and he ends up getting turned. Thankfully, he still has his magic, and can enchant a daylight ring for himself, but he’s thoroughly enthralled by his new master, wrestling with his rebellious nature and desire for acceptance in equal measure. (Open to plotting out who his master is!)

V; DC - It all started so innocently. Jett managed to get a music scholarship at Gotham University after he graduated from high school, eagerly taking the opportunity to get out of Asheville and make something of himself. Freshman year saw him starting a band with a few classmates, of which he was first the drummer and later the front man. Everything was going great. He graduated with honors, kept the band together and thriving, and managed to keep his practice of necromancy hidden from the general public. Until he got caught. By none other than a minion of Gotham’s Rogues Gallery. He wasn’t attacked, thankfully. Instead, the distraught man only sought solace, having lost a family member in the crossfire of one of his boss’s clashes with Batman. Jett talked with him for a while, connecting with his dead loved one. The next night, the henchman came back to the graveyard with a few others, and more the next night. By the end of the month, Jett had a small cult following, which he didn’t see coming, but wasn’t totally against, either, codependent as he was. Things spiraled from there. Due to some clashes with the law and with other Rogues, the cult became a gang known as the Whispering Grave, with Jett being its leader and known as Phasmagor, a masked necromancer. He taught magic to those who proved to be remotely capable of it while taking in any sentient undead, building a small army of mages, vampires, ghouls, and henchmen to aid in his machinations and protect his followers.

More to be added!