#kostenkos

😟 — you intimidate me a lot.

(╥︣﹏╥) WOMAN HOW?!??? - I spend 90% of my time making wild statements, 10% making dick sucking jokes & 5% calling every buff DBD killer my 'babygirl manwife'

❝ i care about very few people in this world . . . a handful of vampires, and you. ❞

before her is a hellish sight. a man strapped to a chair, his limbs restrained with stained ropes. he had been a hassle to get in that position, but ART wouldn't show any signs of the struggle that they had. he looked as unbothered as ever, motioning his hands towards the man - adding a little wiggle to show him off. he was proud of his work. she would certainly feel touched by the gesture, he doesn't doubt that for a moment. someone just as fucked up as himself; his gift wouldn't go without appreciation. the delight in her tone had brought a warm, fuzzy feeling to his chest. quickly extinguished by the sound of grunts from the captive. turning towards him, he kicks the man in the shin - a silent way of telling him to be silent.

❛❛ Babe  c'mon…❜❜ The  killer  groaned.  Blood  dripping  fingers  fidgeting  annoyedly  as  he  desperately  tried  to  think  of  something  good  enough  to  offer  as  trade  for  the  much  needed  smoke.  Promises  of  kisses  &  sweet  favors  meant  little  in  the  void-like  world  the  small  group  had  found  themselves  wound  in  on.  A  place  where  food  &  simple  luxuries  like  alcohol  &  cigarettes  were  scarce  even  if  unnecessary  for  survival.  None  of  them  -  From  the  strongest  killer  to  the  weakest  survivor  truly  needed  to  eat,  sleep  nor  even  drink  to  survive. 

@kostenkos sent: ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞

DOWN THE DIRT PATH LEADING TO HIS SHACK–the shabby old structure built outside Nancy's own much larger and well kept house–Johnny carried Julie over his shoulder, her blonde hair cascading down and swaying with each step he took. It was what he typically did when she would misbehave, simply opting to throw her over his shoulder and remove her from the situation by force. This time, an altercation with Nancy resulted in Johnny stepping in before things got too ugly, for he knew his mother was two seconds away from taking the nearest blunt object and smashing her over the head with it. Johnny would get an earful from her later about it though, no doubt. She'd warned him from the beginning that this girl was no good and that keeping her around could only bring trouble. And maybe she was right, but he did plan on finishing her off eventually.

Y'know, I like havin' you around, but if you keep doin' these things where I gotta bring out the bad man, you ain't gonna like the results.

Words of warning were spoken to the lightweight young woman draped over his shoulder, yet the response he received caught him off guard ; a rarity indeed to make Johnny Sawyer at a loss for words. Of all the things for her to focus in on, it wasn't the threat, but the fact that he admitted he liked having her around. Cheesy, huh? That was a new one to add to the list of things he'd been called. The scowl worn on his face began to twist into something else, something a little softer yet still sinister all the same, his signature crooked grin returning while rough laughter fell past his lips. ❝ I've been called a lot of things, darlin', some more creative 'n colorful than others, but I ain't never been called cheesy. An' don't go thinkin' now that you can butter me up 'n go free one of these days. You 'n I both know that ain't in the cards. ❞

he knew he had been stuck in his own mind for too long , but never did he think that it would've effected julie. enough to have her questioning. it stabbed something inside lestat , caused an ache on his heart that hit so deep ; that it may as well stay forever.

how would he begin to explain the eternal guilt which would forever stay with him. deep down , he knew he was punishing both of them. the lack of music in their house ; the lacking of a stable house. ( even though he had told her many times to find a place of her own ) the loneliness , the thought of being alone , might as well finish him off. and then there was the diet. rats did nothing but simply keep him alive. he hoped she wasn't taking the same path.

@kostenkos || Send “ah, fuck it” to shove my muse up against a wall for a surprise kiss 👀 || accepting!

"Ah, fuck it" 😌

okay! not a bad way to end the night! dean's brows were so damn high on his forehead, it could be said they were reaching for the stars!! as he was slammed against the wall and saw his own set of celestial blinking in and out behind his eyelids. kinda caught him off guard. not an easy thing to do. considering who he is. but it was down with her as they walked through the alley.

dean was seeing her home after a sudden visit by the pair of winchesters when they were close to town. course they ended up at a bar. his suggestion. a good drink of whiskey and a nice burger weren't going to drink and eat themselves??? few hours of banter and company later?

seems like he was saying or doing a lot of right things. cause their hands brushed together a couple times. just the backs. like some high school level cute shoving them into his fingers tangling with hers and a sloppy, uneven grin aimed at the pavement stamped on his lips.

if the truth was told , since turning her , there was no place lestat could ever see himself without julie. not that hell would ever be a reasonable options , some of the previous places they had been could come close. ( paris for one. ) but he was much too selfish , too much of a refusal to be alone.

" we've already been to hell. " flash of a grin coating his lips. not all of their memories together were good ones , but they were together. and for lestat that was all that mattered. their little family.