"Weeeell, at least it wasn’t a skeleton in your closet right? Haha, get it? Because I’m technically dead so you know    skeleton? Yeah? No? Okay I’m done.” He scrunched his nose at her prediction.”Oh please, the closet is one thing, but I would never ever fall asleep in a    " Actually there was that one time… "   ahem, well, I’m sure it won’t happen anytime soon.”

"Of course I’d look magnificent. The most beautiful cockatoo ever, before I burst into a glory of flames of course, but nevertheless the most beautiful of all the cockatoos to ever exist! I couldn’t help it, they were just there! Maybe if you chained them up and put them in a safe or something, I would’ve felt less assuaged to take a peek. It’s not like there was anything weird in there anyway…”

"Ah, well you know…" The blond rubbed his neck, and would’ve probably been sweating had he been living. "Actually, I was just a tiny bit curious about that guy in there who had a shocking resemblence to you. Ahh, well I’m sure such a gorgeous wolf won’t need these gorgeous fingers. You can just bask in the glory of your finely manicured nails.”

           "We were young. I was a fool, of course. To think that I would be allowed to embrace the normality that I so desired. They warned me, but I didn't listen. I was too damn stubborn for my own good. Determined to rebel against the serious warnings that everyone around me continuously threw my way. Perhaps if I had listened, he would still be alive. I had warned him though. He was simply just as headstrong as I was at that age. Teo Benivieni was his name. He had a look that with just one gaze could have your precious little panties twisting in a bunch when you saw it. Mmmmmmmm. Yes. I remember it."

           A faint smile played at her lips as she spoke of the fond memory. "He was exciting. I couldn't get enough of him. The way that one curl always seemed to fall against his forehead and he coolly pretended like it didn't bother him, when we both knew that it did. I used to love the smell of him. Fresh leather with a hint of bourbon. Which he denied. Though I on several occasion caught him indulging in the liquor, which he claimed was for his father, but I was aware that his father's preference was more on the vodka side." A weak laugh erupted from her throat as her lips gradually turned down at the corners.

          "He was every girl's dream and trust me when I say that they practically threw themselves at his feet, but he only had eyes for me, and I never understood why. Maybe it was because I was dangerous, because I had a wild streak, or even because he saw something in me that no one else could see. The human part of me. He saw the real me. The one buried under the hot tangle of madness. I was a monster, but he loved me anyways. In the end, it was his inability to see a future without me in it that led to his demise. A demise met by my hand. I should have walked away. I should have listened."

            Bitterness taints the loving words. "He would have been my endgame. I may have never been able to give him the things that he may have wanted, such as a family, a normal life, but I would have given him love, and that would have been enough. We would have had great times, ones that I could never have with another man. We would have went through many tough times, it would have pulled us under, but we would have always resurfaced. We always came back. No matter what it was. We bounced back. Until that night. That godforsaken night. We would have been so happy."

Bite me deep | Closed

Although she had only just sampled the other woman’s lips and the quick fevered licks of her flesh, Val was struck by how...different she tasted. The warmth of her skin reminded her of mortal flesh, but it was warmer some how, and the lingering scent and taste was not mortal at all. No, it was primal and dangerous and…alluring. Knowing that this woman, this wolf, was like her in that she was cursed and branded as a ‘monster’ and yet so completely different from the vampiress, stoked the growing fire that lingered deep within her. The need that was building with each brush of hands, finger tips and lips. It made her all the more curious to sink her razor sharp fangs into her neck, to see if her blood was as exotic as her flesh. It also made her curious to taste other parts of this gorgeous woman, parts that were hidden and precious. Secret places that could be teased and tasted in a way that wasn’t so different from her neck and the reaction would be so much….more. She knew that it was strange, wrong perhaps even to be thinking such thoughts about a woman she barely knew, hell a woman she just met. But that didn’t phase her or slow down the want and the curiosity that raced through her still veins. If anything knowing that there was a certain element of wrongness about this encounter only made Val want to push it further, to see how much either of them could take before it became too much. 

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The tips of the alpha's fingers danced against the tender flesh of the vampire's naked neck. The royal pout skimming the exact area in which she had previously marked for the taking. The perfectly laminated petals teased the delicate area. The distinct taste was one that couldn't be reproduced. It was exquisite and the more that she attempted to deny herself of it, the more eager she became. The sensuous mouth of the alpha was enveloping the area at an alarming rate. The precious pearls behind the plush entrance flattened against the smooth surface whilst the plump pink muscle relished in the saccharine dermis, savoring it. While she knew her behavior was deviating from her normal standard, she found herself powerless against the hands of the vampiress. Not only that, she coveted the sinful, but delicious touch of her elsewhere.

The wolf was at the mercy of the commanding hands of the vampiress. She was hanging on her every little touch, hungering to feel it, and unable to resist it. The sensation of her dipping fingers smoothing the flesh of her milky thighs tickled her senses, but the feel of them palming her impressive base ignited the fire between the creamy gates that tightened around the vampire's waist. The curve of her back arched forward as she willingly pushed her warmth into the other woman. The aubergine kiss was forced into retreat as the cardinal coated ones captured the sweltering flesh of her bare throat between them in a fevered kiss. The tease of fingertips brushing against the black lace that shrouded her hidden riches sent a jagged bolt of excitement straight to her center of pleasure.

If it hurt? The pain was one aspect that she was very much looking forward to. Now, she wasn't exactly aroused by pain, but the pain combined with the pleasure of this process was appealing to her senses. Though the vampiress was clearly in control, that didn't diminish the defiance that came natural to the higher class of wolf. She wouldn't tell her if it did. She merely bent her head back and prepared for the bite. The tilt allowed the vampiress easy access and the cascading waterfall of fire against the nape of her neck that just barely caressed it was satisfying. The olive hues filled with anticipation as the gaze fixated on the chandelier that was centered in the middle of the ceiling. The brilliant shine reflecting in the lightened orbs as she watched the shimmering drops sway. She didn't take a big enough breath.

When the smooth ivory sharpened to a fine point broke through the brittle flesh, it didn't produce as much as a reaction as the vampire may have wanted. The alpha was accustomed to in the pain, especially when she had been faced with far more painful situations, such as being pierced with pure silver. However, it was when she began to suckle the vital fluid that the wolf gave her a favorable reception. There was an intensified pressure at first, but it promptly began to build into something more as increased amounts of liquid were drained. The muscles in her thighs flexed without warning as a rapid sensation swiftly licked at her nerves. The slender lengths that were resting at the vampire's side tightened around her waist in an effort to silence the tingle that was kissing at her heat.

Oh, it felt really good. There was no way to even describe what it felt like. There were no words that could express the full appreciation of it all as a whole. A moan was budding against her velvet throat, but she forbade it from passing through the pursed purples for at least now. The glossed tips at the end of her fingers embedded in the silken flesh of her shoulder as she held on for dear life. The more the succulent stream was stripped from her body, the more painful it became. It was not the kind of pain that was excruciating, but the kind that was so unbearable because it too pleasurable. The heat of the wolf was throbbing now, her walls slicked with a thin coating of arousal as she buried her sex further into the other woman's need. The rough outline of her hips drove into the other woman, pushing against her until a sharp pain coursed up her sides.

OMG. I DIED. This is so great. Look at the sparkles by his face. "Sparkle, sparkle, fucker. Still not as fine as me."

Zero is the creeper watching with the excited face in the shadows. 

tbh tho thats me in your guys thread set in the Maldives so……

Going to work on that one next after ours. Gonna have to tag this one. It's giving a little imagery. 

in honor of another five hundred followers ( wheezes behind the scenes TBH ) i wanted to do something a little bit more special. i definitely didn’t think this blog would last or it would get as much positive feedback as it has, so i am sincerely thankful and humbled. and my last giveaway went over so well, and i know a lot of people were really hoping to get a theme, so i’m probably going to include themes in all of my giveaways from hear on out at each milestone. that being said, this one is going to be extra special !!!

sometimes our inspiration to write and our love for our characters, whether canon or originals, can run a little sale. i know we’ve all been there; and sometimes all it takes is a few changes to clean the dust off, and get us right back into her. which brings us to this extra-special giveaway:

                                        a muse makeover!

nothing says let’s role play again like some new things! this giveaway will include a mixture of things with a total of three winners. one grand-prize so to speak, and two runner up but still equally awesome prizes that are sure to jumpstart the writing engines.

my wife mem ( nostalgis ) will be helping me out here, providing some hella awesome art that i’ll be pre-paying for everyone.  

grand prize:

runner up:

second runner up:

to enter, you do have to be following me ( i know, i know, i’m only /fishing/ or follows 8l no, but the entire point of the giveaway is to appreciate people who appreciate me; to give back a little something from people who have supported me, even from afar. ); but other than that, likes & reblogs count. you can reblog as many times as you like, but i will only count the first two reblogs. ergo, you can ‘enter’ three times —- once with a like, and twice when you reblog. i’d prefer if you didn’t reblog from multiple accounts that you run, though.

THIS GIVEAWAY ENDS OCTOBER 3RD, AND THE WINNERS WILL BE ANNOUNCED THE FOLLOWING DAY.

that’s a little over a week to reblog, and for plenty of people to see this & have an opportunity to get some seriously awesome stuff. so, good luck to everyone who enters, and if you have any questions feel free to ask!

      “No, you are right. There’s nothing wrong with        being private about your life. Specially with         a total stranger that you just met. Your name,        however, is not a private matter. It’s actually        a public thing so unless your last name        somehow places you with people are known        for their cruelty, then why hide it?”

          ❝ Why are you so interested in  it? That s e e m s                like  an  important  question, doesn't it? Maybe               it has nothing to  do  with what history is tied to               the  name,  but  the fact that I don't regard it as               relevant. After all,  it's nothing but a name, isn't               it? If  you feel it's that momentous, g o o g l e it. ❞

     ”Judging is just as bad, if not worse. There’s       only so much an appearance can tell you.       Well that’s good because I’m not interested       in a fight right now. I’m just trying to go for       a nice walk through the woods. For the time       being? You do realize how sketchy that seems?”

          ❝ That  depends  on  the  situation,  I  s u p p o s e.               That's true. Exactly  why I'm  not underestimating               you  by  your  youthful  appearance.  Nor  am I. If               I was, I'm  sure  it'd  be  easy  to  find in this town                though. How's  that  going for you? Yes, but so is               just  s t r o l l i n g  through  the  woods.  I'm  just               a private person. There's nothing wrong with that. ❞

Giving up on the time being with the whole actually working thing, Chris gazed over at her, not too surprised he had never really encountered her before. Chris was only social when he had to be to appease Gerard and keep from getting ‘taught a lesson’ too often. He had those enough when he didn’t get a training option correctly. Kate was more of the natural than he was, sadly enough. "You are wrong on all of those guesses, I’m on the swim team.” Being in the water was one of Chris’ rare joys in life and he was like a fish, honestly. He preferred being in the water than being on dry land. He was really good at it too but his work ethic ensured that was true. He offered a shrug, moving his things back into his bag. “I wouldn’t know why they decided on you. The captain probably wants you to be his number for the game.” They were a crude bunch.

           [  There   was   no   hiding  the  obvious  annoyance  that                was   rapidly   materializing   on  her  delicate  features.                 The  ones   that   took   on   a   monstrous  appearance                 once a  month. If  he  were  to  see  those, then he may                have  taken  her statement  more  serious.  For  now, it                seemed  that  she  had  to be more convincing with her                argument. Her words had a nasty little bite to them, but                the  fire  wasn't  meant for him, but  rather  the  captain.  ]

                      ❝ I'm   not   anybody's  number,  sweetheart.                           So  if  that's  the  game  he's  playing, he's                           going   to  find  himself  sinking  instead of                          swimming.  I   figured   I  was.  You   don't                          possess  the  qualities   that   those  jocks                          seem  to   have  though.  I'm   guessing  it                          has  to  do   with   the   water  and  not  so                           much   the   popularity   aspect   of   it   all. ❞

           [  As as woman that enjoyed the tranquility that the  water               had to offer  herself, she fully understood the  appeal of                being  on  the  swim team. Though  she  preferred  non-               competitive   swimming.   The   stillness   of   the   water                surrounding your body as you gradually descended into               the depths was a feeling that she found comforting. One               that  was the complete opposite of the madness that the                land    seemed    to   present   her   on   a    daily   basis.  ] 

                                     ---- She understood fully. 

The person I reblogged this from has a quality blog and I recommend you all follow them

        oɴce a killer,                  ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs a killer.

              my hands are ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ in blood.                                       and not even your salty tears                                            of ƒσяgινєηєѕѕ and ℓσνє,                                                                       can ωαѕн away                                                             the ＰＡＩＮ I have c a u s e d.

    “Don’t underestimate me because of my age.      I may be young but I can more then handle      my own. My name is Scott, Scott McCall,      and your’s would be?”

           ❝ I  never  underestimate.  I   simply   judge.   I'm  sure               you're  a formidable opponent. Not  that  I have  any               intentions  of   purposely   finding  out  exactly  what               you're fully capable of. I'll l e a v e  that little bit to my               imagination.  My  name  is  Natashia.  I don't believe               that my last name is of importance for the time being. ❞

"Hey! It’s kind of dangerous to be out here all alone."

          ❝While    your    concern    is    noted,   I   assure               you  that  anyone  I  come  in  contact with could               hardly  be  as  dangerous  as  I  am  m y s e l f.               Perhaps  it's me  that  should  be  saying  this to               you.   You're   young.  I  don't   view  that  as  a                 weakness, but  that  doesn't  mean you  should               be w a n d e r i n g around. What's your name?❞ 

Anonymous (via palmist)

Not the China! || Full Moon Thread || [ Hansel | Natashia ]

The question of the day would be: which creature was faster? Kindred were small and nimble, while werewolves were massive and agile, with ridiculous strength. One bite from that jaw could easily be fatal for any Kindred, or at the very least, cripple them for some time. In this particular case, speed wasn’t exactly the problem     space was. Natashia’s room wasn’t particularly small, but the size of the beast was causing a bit of a predicament as the fledgling would not be able to make a straight dash out of there without, at least, a cut or two. He hoped that his pants would come out unharmed, at the very least; it was a gift from a special little friend of his. 

The fledgling eyed the beast as it recomposed itself as she stared him down, preparing to lunge. Glancing at the doorway, then to the beast, Hansel began to think rapidly of all the ways he could escape, without harming her     considering it would only serve to enrage her. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that this werewolf was hungry for some meat, and as flattered as he was that she would choose him for her first meal, he preferred to stay in one piece. “Now, how about we chat like civilized people hm?” He was wasting his breath on her at this point, but  who knows, maybe some werewolves had a sense of humor? Or perhaps the full moon’s hold was simply to powerful. “Or not, but that’s fine too!” The blond exclaims loudly, throwing himself to the far side of the room as she lunged at towards his legs, jaw gaping wide.

Not turning back to Natashia, he aimed straight for the doorway, clenching his pale fist tightly to draw blood as he did so. With a quick swipe of his arm, the blood shot out in sudden waves and hardened itself into a wall to serve as a barricade. Even if the werewolf managed to break through, as blood was only so strong, the fledgling would be able to have some time to figure out a way to subdue the beast. Mind control would be ineffective considering her frenzied nature, and thaumaturgy would only be a temporary solution. What the beast wanted was warm flesh, and well, there was none to be found. The only thing she had to knaw on at this point was him, so perhaps time really was all he needed. Keep her running and lunging until she ran out of stamina. The living room was the safest place for him if anything as it was large enough to keep the beast a good distance away, and so the blond proceeded there quickly as he listened to the thrashing of the beast.

The massive form of the female alpha barreled towards the fledgling, showing no signs of letting up. With her stamina, this she could easily endure until the sun rose in the morning. The roadblock in which the other had set in place had come as a surprise to her when her colossal figure came to an abrupt stop when it collided with the invisible barrier. The ravenous jaws of the beast tore ferociously at the open air as the insatiable craving for flesh ripped through her quaking body. The gigantic frame brutally continued to bash against the obstacle until it gave way and her build went barreling into the living room. The hefty paws slid against the aged wood that had a glossy coating to it. The nails screeching as they easily slashed into the thin layer. The amber irises of the monster glistened as it came to rest in an intense gaze on the fledgling that was attempting to flee from her grasps. 

The pallid lengths drizzled thick streams of saliva as they displayed her bloodthirstiness. The lips of the beast were peeled back in a frightful display of her predatory nature. It was a threat. One she fully intended to act upon. The alpha circled the fledgling now--- stalking him. The ring of amber blazed as it surveyed her prey. It didn't take long for her natural instinct as a predaceous creature to kick in. The alpha now having planned a course of action to entrap her dinner for the evening. While she mostly relied on her brute strength to accomplish the task, she was still a relatively intelligent creature. Despite retaining no human qualities that would allow her the normal amount of thought to form a complex ploy, she still was able to gauge the directions in which her mark may attempt to go in an effort to elude her. The dominant of the two was unforgiving as she charged in his direction.

The approaching beast lowered her head and bunted the coffee table that was resting between both her and the fledgling. The velocity of her charge paired with the muscle of the alpha sent it gliding into the cabinet, gravely close to the top of his head. If she had been in human form, she would have screeched as she watched the expensive china shatter as the glass and wood frame collided with it. The waterfall of glimmering shards provided a perfect veil for the beast to ambush the male. Her towering silhouette loomed in the darkness, the pale moonlight washing over the matted fur as she lunged for the unprotected flesh that rested against his throat. A low pitched growl shifted into a deafening roar as the beast with the voracious appetite hellbent on devouring the fledgling lunged with a unyielding strength. The house was about to come down around them unless she got what she wanted.