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sent a meme: “a lot of people want to kill me. i take great pride in that.” ( 1 / 1 )
“SEE, THAT’S not something you should take great pride over. you know that just means your life is a lot more dangerous, since people want to kill you? i know it seems badass, but damn; that’s not an easy life to live.”
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idea: near a small village is a castle that they all believe to be haunted by either a spirit or demon. every single year they give a sacrifice in order to keep themselves safe.
for: dracula, count orlock, ives, alcuard
with: @hcllhere
everything had happened so fast and the last thing she remembered was her aunt sobbing an apology. there was a pounding pain in the back of her skull. her hand shot up to cradle her head as she began to slowly sit up. the first thing she realized was that she was freezing and the second was that she was sprawled out on a stone floor. it took her a few moments to sit up and even then her movement was slow. she climbed onto her unsteady feet and reached to grasp at the nearest object to remain upright. after taking a good look around, her stomach dropped.
she had grown up hearing stories of the one who haunted the castle that overlooked the village. how they never came down and how those who ventured inside never returned. the large, imposing doors were latched closed but the wood was old. wind made them shake and she knew already that there was no way for her to make it back down. she slowly turned so her back faced the entryway and part of her wasn’t sure what to do. miriam wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and not move yet she knew that wasn’t a choice.
“please,” she called out, slowly beginning to stumble along the corridors,” please don’t hurt me.” she felt foolish even pleading but she didn’t know what else to do. her hands lifted her skirts to prevent herself from tripping,” i didn’t-i didn’t know they were bringing me here, i did not intend on disturbing you.” though the one thing going through her mind was why was she not already dead?
Flynn had always seemed to be a confident person — The sort of person who had no problem striking up a conversation or slithering her way into one. Easily finding people to spend her time with whenever she was originally drinking alone. “I could get us another round for free,” she hummed, pretending to contemplate as she rested her chin in her palm. “All you have to do is admit that you like talking to me.” / sc. ; @hcllhere
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It was a rare moment that Sunday and her sister weren’t at each other’s sides. They were all each other had now. They couldn’t exactly make normal friends. Plus, Wednesday tended to get herself into trouble, so the elder of the two had to get her out of some tough situations. As much as she didn’t mind looking out for her sister, every now and again, she needed a moment to herself. This was one of those times. The past few weeks had been stressful ones. Paris had been home for a long time, but they needed to settle somewhere new. While her twin had been hesitant to leave, Sunday had made the final decision for the two of them like she often did. Wednesday always made her choices with her heart. Sunday could be more detached, more logical. She could see that the longer they stayed in one place, the higher the risk of being discovered was. With a promise that they could return to Paris in a decade or so, she’d convinced Wednesday that this was for the best.
Traveling to find a new home was less than fun. There had been fake documents to worry about, aliases to get straight, and strict schedules that only began after sunset. Wednesday was helpful in the sense that few people tended the question them just out of sheer intimidation, but Sunday had been the one orchestrating everything behind the scenes. As always. People tended to think that she was the safer of the two twins, but in reality, she was far more dangerous. Not that she allowed anyone to know that. Better they not know who the real threat was. She could be more effective if she had to be that way. Still, she didn’t appear threatening in the least bit as she discarded the cup that’d held the tea she’d been sipping, tucked her book under her arm, and exited the coffee shop to make her way back to the hotel where her sister had agreed to wait so she could just have a few quiet hours to herself.
But Sunday didn’t make it far before her quiet evening turned into a potentially dangerous one. Less than a block away from the coffee shop, she paused as the scent of one of her own cut through the thick cloud of human that hung in the air. She had to keep from groaning outwardly. The last thing she needed was to deal with another vampire, especially if they decided to get territorial. Composed as always, she continued walking as the scent became stronger. They were getting closer. “I’m just passing through, no plans to stay in your territory.” She stated quietly, certain that whoever it was would be able to hear her if they wanted to and purposely refraining from using ‘we’. The presence of another could be seen as a threat, and she didn’t want to put her sister at risk. “I’m leaving tomorrow evening. If you want me gone sooner, ask nicely, and I’ll be happy to leave.”
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My muse: Claire
For: Lucas? Or anyone else who would fit.
Plot: Claire had been working on a deal for weeks and the clients came to see the proposal. The team seemed happy with it all apart from one who constantly questioned what she was proposing and Claire was confident in her replies. Unknown to anyone else the pair had hooked up several times in the past and it is clear there is still a spark. They stayed behind once everyone had left to sort out the details but they both had other ideas beyond contract negotiations.
“Are you always this impatient?” Claire groaned as her shirt landed on the floor. She hitched her skirt right up to her waist as she sat on the edge of the board room table, her black silk panties blatantly displayed for him and her matching bra which made it look as if she had actually set out this morning with a plan in mind. “Don’t think this was for your benefit,” she added as she looked over his face. “I had no intention of being fucked over the boardroom table this morning when I got dressed.”
Kicking out her legs she wrapped them around his waist pulling him in closer as her high heels clicked together. Reaching out one hand she ran her palm across his crotch with a smirk, “Your dick could never resist me. I bet you’ve spent half the day trying to keep it down!”
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it had been months of running, months of flitting from one hovel to another. all in order to keep herself safe. it wasn’t the first time she had been forced to run and she doubted it would be the last. somehow she found herself back in gotham and staying in a shit hole in the narrows. she rarely went outside unless it was unavoidable. she paid one of her neighbors to buy her groceries and bring them to her. a fake name was used for everything. she always made sure that the door was locked and all the windows firmly shut. it was rare that she got any real sleep with all her worries.
there was always a weapon on her or within reach. that day had been like any other. she had been forced to go out to run an errand. she was in touch with someone in order to get her the hell out of gotham. yet she got back to her building, something felt off. she treaded carefully up the steps and reached the landing. her hand reached to pull the gun from out of the waistband of her jeans. she froze as she turned the corner to her door and realized that it was slightly ajar. in an instant she cursed since she knew she needed to get out of there. the problem? her bag filled with the things she needed like money, passports and fake ID was in her apartment. it was evident that she had become a bit too comfortable.
she just prayed that she could get away with it. she held the gun straight forward and forced herself to take a few steps inside. she was glancing around, hoping that it was just one person. she took a deep breath as she pressed herself flat against a wall. she could hear the sond of footsteps and in a flash she was right in front of them,” i didn’t think that anyone would find me,” she admitted,” i just want to get my things and go, alright?”
status: closed
based: third bullet from the bottom
for: rendell, reynard, arthur, malcolm
with: @hcllhere
the cell was only lit by the light streaming in from the moon outside. gusts of wind swirled about and caused her to shiver. hadley had curled up against one of the walls and clutched the meager blanket around herself. the jeers and jibes from the other prisoners had finally died down once they realized she wouldn’t react. all she was thinking was that she had no idea how she would get out of there. after all she had been tricked by someone she believed to be a friend. that was how she found herself in the dungeons beneath the palace. she had cried, pleaded with her father to save her but he hadn’t even so much as spared her a glance. her legs were drawn up to her chest and it took her a moment to realize that someone was watching her. her head lifted as she realized that they were holding a torch in their grasp. it seemed that the knights had switched positions for the evening.
“what do you want?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper,” come to just stare and enjoy my misery?” hadley wasn’t sure what it was that made her decide to climb to her feet. her movement was a bit unsteady at first but she made her way towards the bars that kept her trapped. one of her hands reached to grasp at the bar in order for her to take a closer look,” or do you just want to stare?”
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based on the plot in the SOURCE LINK ( 1 / 1 )
SHE’D KNOWN her entire life that she was to marry some prince; not out of love, but out of convenience. that didn’t mean that sofia was happy about it. she was less than impressed with the man her parents arranged for her to marry; some prince who was ignorant, vain and not in the least bit interested in getting to know her. the latter part seemed like a blessing in disguise: she was more than happy to stay out of his way, as long as he stayed out of hers. since she was staying at his family’s castle, she found herself being quite drawn to the library. sofia had always loved reading and literature after all. hardly anyone was there, especially at night, which was why she was in her nightgown and a thin silk robe, curled up on the chair, completely immersed in the story she’d been reading. when she heard a noise, she looked up, startled. upon seeing her betrothed’s father, the king, sofia got up hastily and curtseyed before him. “good evening, your highness,” she said politely. he was a handsome man; far more handsome than his son. “i hope you are well.”
