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Regarding your last post: yeah, so basically, Benny's team was like the Power Rangers
// ummmm excuse me?!?!?!?!! i mean that'd be pretty cool but we are sooooooooooooo..
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β Memory is a monster. We forget, it doesn't. β / from @/caladhs
INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS (PART ONE) accepting
βI donβt think you deserve the luxury of forgetting whatever it is you want to forget.β Finnick tilted his chin up as he regarded him, pure dislike flashing behind his eyes.
From the very start, Finncik didnt like Cove. He was young two years younger than him and remembers the other's Games very clearly. It was always known that the Captiol fluffs up the Games, stretches the truth on what happens, but they didn't fully make up the way Cove had killed the people in his Games.
And besides that, Cove was a shitty mentor. Provided no real training, no warning, or insight on what would happen during the Games or after if he were to win. Finnick had gone in blind, forced to learn by himself with cameras in his face and blood on his hands.
The faintest trace of a smile touched his mouth, though there was nothing kind in it. βI hope your nightmares haunt you forever.β
There was only one other mentor Finnick could think of who had ever been as useless as Cove, and that was the drunk from 12.
trick + kink π
Remember, you asked lol. And also, reminder that this boy is the subbiest sub to ever exist stg. Not a dom bone in his body.
Trick Kennedy - Kinks
Knifeplay / blood play
Heavy in the Pred / prey dynamic
Building on to that, kidnapping roleplay (i dont know what to call that lol) or not roleplay
Is in fact a masochist
Manhandle him please (he might try to bite at first but he'll get used to itz)
Bondage
Somnophilia
Breeding kink
Overstim
Edging
Slight bit of a daddy kink
Cockwarming
Whatever the kink is with fingers in mouth, he is very about that.
Β₯ Don't remember if I sent this in before but π
Put Β₯ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse on:
Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Personality:Β 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Attraction:Β 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Would they date them: yes | no Favorite thing about them:Β The way you hit Elena with a shovel. Least favorite thing about them:Β The fact that you run your mouth too much.
"A chaos agent if I ever saw one. And while that's fun and entertaining to watch from afar, you are a wild card in every sense of the word and I've established I don't play with other wild cards. It was highly attractive however watching you hit Elena with a shovel. Banter and torture buddies is about as far as we go. Remind me to ask you about putting Elena in a spiritual coma. For fun."
of course he wanted to see her frustrated . he always did have a way of getting under her skin , and she let him . the roll of her eyes is far more dramatic than intended , and yet they're quick to grow darker in color . without hesitation , and with vampiric speed , her hands are on his shoulders , shoving him harshly into the nearest brick wall of the alley they're in . β just admit it . β she breathes , her chest pressed against his , her breath right over his jugular . fangs scrape against his neck , not yet drawing blood . β you've missed my fangs in your neck just as much as i've missed your blood . β
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Fish did not move away when Malachai grabbed her chin, trapping her between his index finger and his thumb. She followed the motion willingly, her eyes even bluer under the neon lights. Fish was not an FBI agent here, in the thick heat of the Castor & Pollux club. In fact, she had not been an agent in a long time. She was Siren, now. Dancer -Malachai's favourite.
And tonight, he seemed very excited.
She had heard the rumors -everyone at the club had heard of them. The coup of the century, they called it, to forget how terrifying it was. A bloodbath. And as sole survivor and winner, the man holding her face in his hand.
"You're in a good mood today," she purred, eyes tender and framed by glittery eyeshadow. A perfectly crafted mask of devotion and interest.
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Nora had always hated witches. It wasnβt just a petty grudge, it was carved into her the day Salem turned on her. She hadnβt been one of them, not even close. No spells, no covens, no power humming under her skin. Just a girl who ran when fear burned too hot. But when a few arrogant witches flaunted their craft too openly, too recklessly, the town turned on everyone. Salem caught fire with hysteria, and she was the spark that got snuffed out.
Drowned like an animal in water she could still feel it clawing at her lungs when she showers.
But that was the beginning. And from then on, she swore the witches owed her something. A life stolen. A chance stolen. They didnβt get to walk around free, practicing their little games, while she carried the weight of their sins.
Which was exactly why, of course, she nearly choked on her own annoyance when she spotted him. Kai Parker. In mystic falls of all places. The one town she thought she could duck into without running headfirst into another reminder of why witches made her blood boil. He strolled like the streets belonged to him, like the world was some playground built just to entertain him
Nora slipped into the shadows, following at a distance, her heels clicking softly against the uneven pavement . She wasnβt even sure what she wanted from him. answers? A fight? Maybe just the satisfaction of making a witch uncomfortable. Her gaze caught on a loose rock along the edge of the sidewalk.
She crouched, fingers curling around it, the rough weight steady in her palm. And then her voice cut through the noise of the street, sharp and dripping with mockery.
βHey, witch boy!β The rock sailed from her hand, aimed at his shoulder, because subtlety had never been her strong suit.
@unsnare // josette && kai
the end of yet another long shift left her feeling tired, but as she reached her car she felt grateful. grateful to have the job, yes. but she also relished the fact that she had the next two days off. a rarity in her profession, but also she wasn't teaching any new students at the moment either. josette smiled as she finished the last gulp of her coffee, one she'd picked up from a break room, and then turned to walk over to the closest trash bin. she tossed the cup away and then headed back over towards her car. once there she looked into her bag and began feeling around for her keys.
