smoke rings & cigarettes

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[audenowens]

          It was missing. The solitary diamond, dissected from her deceased mother’s engagement ring, which she wore on a chain around her neck every single day was gone. Auden was on her hands and knees, fingertips scanning the floors of the kitchen. It had to be s o m e w h e r e.

          “Looking for something?”

          The blonde swiveled to stare at the elderly maid. Exhaling sharply, Auden pushed herself up and murmured, “My necklace. You haven’t seen it, have you?”

          Moira was silent and Auden tried her best to stop her eyes from fidgeting back and forth from the discolored iris. The maid hadn’t made a noise and her gaze was locked on the light fixture; this encouraged her to believe that she had perhaps swiped the diamond herself. “Moira?”

          “No. No, I have not. Now if you could excuse me, I need to get to dusting.”

          Before she could open her mouth, the redhead was gone. Sighing, the sound of footsteps distracted her and she turned once more to lock eyes on the familiar face. “Still haven’t found it.”

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[audenowens]

#what that tongue do ollie

[snipcrwolf-archived-blog]

"You're so in love with me, it's obvious"

“I won’t kiss and tell if you don’t…” The only thing she was in love with was the fact that the boys never once questioned their undying love for each other. She always got a kick out of it.

[audenowens]

         "Careful,” she murmured, “ — this’ll knock anybody out. It only takes a pinch, anything more and you’re gonna be ｄｉｇｇｉｎｇ a grave.”

[xod]

[cfmusings-blog]

                   DON’T expect the world from me —-                               ( i CAN’T give it to you )

[emeraldxvigilante-blog]

He raised his brow out her, letting a soft chuckle leave his lips “Has anyone ever told you that you’re kind of cute when you’re trying to be tough.” A cocky grin peeked through his set, digging his boot into the dirt making sure he left a fine print. 

[audenowens]

“Ｎｉｇｈｔｌｙ.”

She rolled her eyes at him, her ｓｉｌｖｅｒ shears nipping at the 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼 of her Atropa belladonna plant.

“What’re you going? Looking for the dignity you left here last night?”

[audenowens]

❝ Hey, a little help with movin’ the couch. We’re makin’ a fort. ❞

“Only if you move your fat ass ｏｆｆ the couch first.”

[audenowens]

❝ You got taken hostage by a 12 year old? ❞

“A twelve year old with 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼. Don’t forget the 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼 part.”

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　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 “Please, don’t.”

　 　　 It was like music to his ears, tempting him to take more and more and more until there was nothing left to give. And, even then, the vampire would still find a way to get more from her. He paused for the moment, head tilted back and eyes closed, enjoying the way her blood singed through his veins, igniting them with a fire that was comparable to the sun. It was simply addictive.

　 　　 　 　　 　 　　 He could keep her. Raise her to be his living blood bag and make sure her blood never ran dry. Keep her a virgin in all senses of the word and make sure no one touches her but him.

　 　　 　 　　 It was an interesting thought. One that he often toyed with when he was done with his fill and needed to do something with them. Of course, there was always the option of letting them go but … why would he do such a thing when playing with them is so much better? Not to mention that he loved to watch the emotions play in their eyes when they realize there is no one out there to save them and ultimately, they will die.

　 　　 　 　　 　 　　 　 　　 　 　　 But, he was in a very good mood, thanks to his meal.

　 　　 “Here is what you’re going to do,” he mused, a smirk playing across blood stained lips as he leaned down to gather the girl into his arms, setting her on her feet. He made a to-do about dusting the dirt off her dress and smoothing out her hair, even twirling a strand around his finger in the process.

　 　　 　 　　 　 　　 “You’re going to forget everything that happened, okay?” Pupils dilated as he gave the command, watching her own mimic the action that showed she was under his rule. “You went home right after the date and gushed about it in a journal or something. And, make sure you bandage up that wound. We don’t want you to get an infection.”

　 　　 　 　　 Gently pushing her in whatever direction, Damon watched as the girl fled, her blood still on his chin and lips. It was a delicious meal, after all. Just as he was about to clean himself up, there was another presence around him. He wondered how long they had been there. Since the “attack” probably. Or, maybe after when he sent the girl home. Either way, they were probably going to die by his hands.

　 　　 “You know,” the vampire called out, fixing his shirt and jacket as if they were crumpled and needed immediate attention. “If you wanted to sneak up on me, you’re doing a horrible job.”

[audenowens]

Mystic Falls, Virginia.

The drive was ｔｅｎ hours. An herbal conference invitation landed her in the area of the small town and Mary, a witch approaching the ripe age of eighty and a former regular in her 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓮, Merlin’s Cupboard, had extended a warm welcome for the girl to stay at her home for the long weekend.

The older witch’s respectful bedtime of 8 PM left Auden twirling herｔｈｕｍｂｓ, and there was only so many jars of frog heads to entertain a red-blooded American.

Mary lived on the edge of the small, seemingly 𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 town. Though dinner included some small talk about werewolf sightings and Auden offered to plant wolfsbane around the circumference of her yard.    

Just to be sure, she would wink.

Auden decided to go for a stroll to see what exactly went ｂｕｍｐ in the night of the 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 town.

The streets were rural, a large white crescent moon acting as the only source of light on the ｕｎｅｖｅｎ roads. A breeze lifted her blonde locks from her shoulders, and the familiar tightness in her chest meant one thing. She wasn’t ａｌｏｎｅ.

And just as she suspected, when the witch rounded the corner she noted two silhouettes, and one had their head mysteriously dipped.

She pushed closer and closer, picking up on the conversation.

                                You’re going to forget                                                                                                                            everything that happened, okay?

The words rang in her ear, and she couldn’t stop herｌｅｇｓ from pushing forward. She quickly disguised her own footsteps with the rustling of the running girl. The low voice startled her, but her demeanor remained 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶.

“Good thing I wasn’t trying.”

[mementoxmei-blog]

Zombieland Quote Memes

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mementoxmei:

❝ I’m not great at farewells, so, uh, that’ll do, pig. ❞

❝ Is that how you say hello where you come from? ❞

❝ I’ve never hit a kid before. ❞

❝ It was my bad. I was never a very good practical joker. ❞

❝ So do you have any regrets? ❞

❝ Time to nut up or shut up! ❞

❝ Are you fucking with me? ❞

❝ I hate coconut. Not the taste, the consistency. ❞

❝ Twelve’s the new twenty. ❞

❝ You got taken hostage by a 12 year old? ❞

❝ Don’t kill me with my own gun. ❞

❝ I haven’t cried like that since Titanic. ❞

❝ Let’s play the quiet game. ❞

❝ You see? You just can’t trust anyone. The first girl I let into my life and she tries to eat me. ❞

❝ It’s amazing how quickly things can go from bad to total shit storm. ❞

❝ You are like a giant cock-blocking robot, like, developed in a secret fucking government lab. ❞

❝ You can do anything you want to a man, but do not fuck with his Cadillac! ❞

❝ Where are the fucking Twinkies? ❞

❝ FYI, I have beat wholesale ass for a whole lot less than that. ❞

❝ She’s only famous when she’s Hannah Montana! When she’s wearing the wig! ❞

❝ Oh, this is so exciting, you’re about to learn who you’re gonna call… it’s Ghostbusters. ❞

❝ Poor, fat bastard. ❞

❝ You almost knocked over your alcohol with your knife. ❞

❝ See, I told you we should have gone to Russell Crowe’s! No one listens to me! ❞

❝ Here’s the deal: I’m not easy to get along with, and I’m sensing you’re a bit of a bitch. ❞

❝ Are you one of these guys that tries to one-up everybody else’s story? ❞

❝ You wanna feel how hard I can punch? ❞

❝ Finally got to first base. Not bad for that scrawny little spit-fuck. ❞

❝ Believe it or not, Twinkies have an expiration date. ❞

❝  Hey, a little help with movin’ the couch. We’re makin’ a fort. ❞

❝ Have you ever read that book “She’s Just Not That Into You”? ❞

❝ You have just survived the zombie apocalypse and drove half way across the country… where are you gonna go? ❞

❝ Thank God for rednecks! ❞

❝ You see, that why i don’t let people close, you only get burned. ❞

❝ Where are you, you spongy, yellow, delicious bastards? ❞

❝ Woulda? Coulda? Shoulda? ❞

[sxctmsmpra-blog]

Her mind had been ｓｃｒｅａｍｉｎｇ — her heart racing. She wasn’t sure of herself or anything. The weight of the world, pressing down against her small frame and leaving her breathless as she sobbed within the palms of her hands. Make-up, dark and smeared beneath her 𝓼𝔀𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷 eyes. Eventually, she was out of tears and it was then that Auden had entered the room. She would have reacted but she wasn’t entirely sure how. Instead, she laid upon the bed and used her body as a coffin. With her legs, pressed against her chest. When her hands were grabbed, it ｓｔａｒｔｅｌｅｄ her and almost caused her to snatch them back. The lights around them flickered and it was when her hues met Auden’s that she relaxed. She didn’t know what to say; she didn’t know what to do. Willow, her grandmother, a woman who was loved by them both — she was 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭. How did you go about telling someone something like that? “…She’s gone…” Her voice cracked. The lump in her throat, forming once more and hurting each time she swallowed. “I…” Taking a deep breath, Clarke did her best to ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔ herself before sitting up. “…she 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 nana…and I just…” Suddenly, her features grew cold and her attention focused on an object in front of her; almost spacing out. “…I 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 her in return.” She had been ｃｒｙｐｔｉｃ and not making any sense. However, for Clarke, she was hoping that she wouldn’t have to; that Auden would understand. Afterall, the brunette wasn’t entirely sure how to explain what 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 other than that…Willow was dead. “…I lost control..” She raised her hand, a red and swirling ｓｍｏｋｅ dancing between her fingertips as it 𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓾𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭her palm. “…but I didn’t mean to do it…” ‘Yes you did… Eventually, Auden had her attention. “I don’t understand… …why did my mom kill her?”

[audenowens]

She’s 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮. Auden could feel her earsｒｉｎｇｉｎｇ.

She killed 𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓪.

Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, the ｃｌｕｔｃｈ on her best friend’s arm growing tighter — she prayed her facial expressions were unfaltering.

                                     Ｗ  ｉ  ｌ  ｌ  ｏ  ｗ.

Nana was 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮. Despite the feeling of an unstoppable snowball rolling down the pit of her ｓｔｏｍａｃｈ, she refused to show emotion. Clarke didn’t need that. Not in this very instant, at least. A sweat started all over her body, her fingertips growing ａｎｔｓｙ against the girl’s hand. She knew better than to pry for ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ. Clarke would share what needed to be said — this was their 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 after all.

The hand that Auden didn’t have a death grip on rose, ｒｕｂｙ smoke beginning to spew from Clarke’s fingertips. She immediately clasped it in her free hand, 𝓼𝓾𝓯𝓯𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 the smoke and ｓｏｏｔｈｉｎｇｌｙ drawing small shapes with her thumb against the back of her hand.

Why did my mom 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵 her?

Moving her entire body on the bed beside Clarke, she quickly encased the girl in her arms, tucking her face in her ｎｅｃｋ and holding her there whether she wanted to be or not. Unsure of the exact right thing to say in the very moment, Auden softly hummed.

“I don’t know ... I don’t know ...”

She pressed her lips to the back of the brunette’s head, a 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 shushing noise vibrating against her bed of hair.

“It’s okay ... you’re safe. I’m right here.”

[audenowens]

 "Walk through my garden ｏｎｅ more time and you’ll   leave here missing a 𝓯𝓮𝔀   body parts.”

 She grabbed a 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓯𝓾𝓵   of ｄｉｒｔ from the damp soil,   tossing it in the ｄｉｒｅｃｔｉｏｎ  of the 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 figure. 

[sxctmsmpra-blog]

“…It’s six o'clock in the morning…” A 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓱 passed her lips, pinching the bridge of her nose as she ｓｈｏｏｋ her head. “How’re you so…chipper? —— What anti-depressants are you on?”

[audenowens]

"Not 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱.”              

The blonde ｌａｉｄ on her horn, brandishing her arm at the early morning traffic, two yoga mats occupying the seat beside her.

“Should I assume we’re not gonna be on time to the 6:30 AM yoga you promised to come with me to?”

[sxctmsmpra-blog]

She 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓭 down at her phone, the device ｖｉｂｒａｔｉｎｇ in her hand to see them calling.              ——“What the hell do you want?”

[audenowens]

“A million bucks.” Her 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰-𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 voice                                                                                 ｃｈｉｍｅｄ. “You’re cranky this morning.”                                                

[sxctmsmpra-blog]

“Who could you be calling right now…?” Her father asked, shaking his head and then framing his daughters face. The both of them, meeting hues. “Listen to me…you can’t tell anyone about this. Do you understand…?” Her eyes glanced to the phone and then he ｓｈｏｏｋ her head slightly to get her to look back at him. “Clarke!” His voice raised, making her jump. “Answer me — do you understand?” Repeating hismself, Clarke nodded her head and then 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 her eyes for a moment. “Yes…I understand.” Her voice cracked and the lump in her throat made it hard to speak. With a deep sigh, Clarke’s father let go of the others face and then turned. “We can get through this…” ‘How?’ She wanted to ask, staring at the back of his head in ｃｏｎｆｕｓｉｏｎ. For a man who just lost his wife — he was so calm. It was 𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 but who was she to question his mourning? Perhaps he was handling it this way to keep her from loosing it. If he was calm — she would be, too. “I’ll take care of the bodies bu—” He was cut off and Clarke suddenly changed her ｄｉｓｐｏｓｉｔｉｏｎ. “Don’t say that…do not act as if they weren’t our family. They’re ＤＥＡＤ!” Both Clarke and Damien were unaware that Auden could hear them. Their conversation, continuing as Clarke’s voice got 𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓻 and louder until suddenly — her emotion broke the lights around them. Thus,ｋｉｌｌｉｎｇ the power and turning the phone off. Neither of them could see and Clarke prefered it that way. In the dark, she wouldn’t see her grandmother sprawled about on the ground. Nor would she see the dead eyes of her traiterous mother. ｉｇｎｏｒａｎｃｅ truly was bliss. “I can’t do this…” She stepped away, shaking her head. Her father, of course, let her go and he was fine with that so long as she kept her mouth shut. Only, there was one problem — sheｗｏｕｌｄｎ＇ｔ. She crept her way out of her home and it wasn’t long before she took off down the street. Her legs, carrying her to her 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 — Vivan’s Bathhouse. Hoping that Auden would be there, she sat on the bed and covered her face. Tears, streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry…”

[audenowens]

With one hand pressing the phone to her ear, the other cupped the opposite in an attempt to ａｂｓｏｒｂevery single word.

                  “I’ll take care of the bodies.”

                                                      ...

                                                                     “They’re dead!”

The call disconnected.

Her legs had never pushed harder. Arms pumping at her sides, she could feel her mind spinning at a thousand miles per hour. Auden Owens, always the 𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓸𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽, could only think the absolute ｗｏｒｓｔ case scenario. She clutched onto a light post, catapulting herself around a sharp turn, her feet getting lost beneath her. Her hands smacked against the pavement, but she looked past the throbbing in her knees and kept pushing.

The house was 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴. Auden banged on the door, shouting her friend’s name. After twenty minutes and successfully circling the house at least a dozen times she came to the conclusion that she was gone. And there was only one other place she could think of that Clarke would possibly run off to.

The 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂.

Auden, her forehead lined with sweat, swung the bathhouse doors open. The brunette was on the bed, curled in a ball - seemingly hoping she could be consumed by the white bed if only she could squeeze her body tight enough.

The blonde collapsed to her knees at the side of the bed, her hand stretching out to clutch Clarke’s arm and yank it away from her face.

“Talk to me. What happened?” Her voice was shaking. “Clarke, look at me, look at me!”      

[sxctmsmpra-blog]

She was loosing 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵. Breathe. Keep breathing. Keep it together. Doing her best to reassure the ｓｃｒｅａｍｉｎｇ demons in her head, Clarke lifted herself from behind the kitchen cabinet. With closed eyes, she turned to face the unknown and although she knew what to expect she was praying and hoping that it wasn’t there. Counting to three, the young brunette’s eyes slowly opened to reveal her hazel hues. They were red — 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽. The focus of her attention had been like a magnifying glass, taking notice the ｂｏｄｉｅｓ of her grandmother and mother soaking withing their own crimson life. Their dead eyes, watching her as if she were on stage just for them. 𝓾𝓷𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 and cold, Clarke stepped closer as the static in her brain started to get louder You did this. You’re a ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒ. No. Suddenly, the phone ran and her body jumped. ｓｔａｒｔｅｌｅｄ from the change of tone around her, Clarke turned on her heel and ignored the stares of her loved ones. Reaching for the black phone that rested on the kitchen counter, the young witch turned it over to see the caller ID. 𝓐𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓷. The screen lit up each time the phone ran, sending it to voice mail. Ｔｅｒｒｉｆｉｅｄ of what she’d say — what she may do. She waited. It took the courage of a lifetime to call her back. Knowing that she’d break when she’d hear her voice, Clarke suddenly lost it. The p a n i c in her chest, sending her heart racing and beating against her chest like a drumm — practically ｔｅａｒｉｎｇ and breaking away at her ribcage. Before she had a chance to speak, however, Clarke’s father 𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 the phone from her hand and tossed it aside without ending the call. “We need to clean this up…now.

[audenowens]

"Vivian, you forgot to pay the maid. I got an 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓯𝓾𝓵 this morning. She’s gonna start swiping the China if you keep missing payments.”

The older woman laughed — and it was worthy of a classic Disney villain. “Well, my dear, she could definitely try. But it would be the last thing she ever did. Granted, my China is to die for ...”

Setting off in a ｆｉｔ of laughter at her own joke, Vivian shoved a 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓷𝔂 cigarette between her teeth. As she closed her lips around it the ends sparked, a white smoke whirling through the air.

“Just don’t forget.” Auden was grumbling, she’d grown tired of the 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 games with the witch. She secured the baseball cap down onto the bed of her blonde hair and set off in a jog out the front door.

Her heart was pounding so fast as if it were attempting an escape route out her rib cage. The weight of her legs grew notable and the 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓮𝔃𝓮 whispered across her exposed back. That’s when it hit her — the nausea. Her throat was dry as a bone, and she could feel herself beginning to gag at the lack of oxygen. Her body ｓｃｒｅａｍｉｎｇ for her to stop.

Something was ｗｒｏｎｇ.

𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮.

Auden tugged her phone from her bra, something Grandma Willow loved to tease the millennial generation about. It took her seconds to locate Clarke’s contact and hit dial. It 𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰 and 𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰. No answer. Before she got the chance to ｃａｌｌ again, the brunette’s face 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 across her screen.

“Hey. Is everything okay?”

There was a rustling noise, and it took Auden’s ears a second to adjust, but she could make out a male voice.

“Clarke? Clarke?!”