Archived.

moved to corvidamned!

[bloodthirstybirdbabe]

New blog’s up! @corvidamned I’ll be following people and replying to threads from there from now on. And this blog is now archived~

[bloodthirstybirdbabe]

New blog’s up! @corvidamned I’ll be following people and replying to threads from there from now on. And this blog is now archived~

[bloodthirstybirdbabe]

New blog’s up! @corvidamned I’ll be following people and replying to threads from there from now on. And this blog is now archived~

[pcrplexum]

“Thank…you?” Fluttering eyelashes blinked in disbelief. “Can I opt out of regular praise in favor of the occasional letter of adoration? It would keep me sharp~”

        “ I…. what kind of LETTER of adoration are you speaking ABOUT? Care to elaborate? ”

[bloodthirstybirdbabe]

"No, I care to move on to the next task. I don't help you for praise or poetry." Especially when he seemed to give it whenever he felt like it. 

[bloodthirstybirdbabe]

//Quick question! I’m thinking of archiving this blog for the sake of organization and my poor nerves. Plus, I really want Kira to branch out into other DC cities like Smallville, Metropolis, Central City, & Star City. And, have Vertigo, Marvel, TWD, Buffy, Originals, & Game of Thrones verses. Should I keep bloodthirstybirdbabe? Or, use corvidvme, corvidamned, or corvidconsigliere?

[lost-prince-of-corona]

Please reblog this is if you would rp with trans muses.

I see a lot of people unwilling to rp with me because my muse is trans, and because of that I feel nobody in the rp community ever will. So, yeah, reblog if you would rp with trans muses (nonbinary muses included).

[little-miss-rasputin-pageant]

“Problem solving is hunting. It’s a savage pleasure, and we are born to it.”

Hannibal Lecter (via inquiries-of-an-intj)

[inventiveflower]

spaacemusings:

                                     they treat me like a machine                                    a contraption free from emotion                                     but, god, all i ever do is feel

[qx3ry-archive]

“He said I shine too bright.”

“I burnt the candle.” Not that it matters much anymore considering that Tom Dougherty wasn’t ever afforded a resting place. He tried to crush her flame and she put his out.

@bloodthirstybirdbabe || ❓ 

[bloodthirstybirdbabe]

 Kira always held a sour expression for the boys in blue, a special pin in her cork board just for Jim Gordon, and a few dead uniforms every now and again to settle the score. A allusion to the past piqued her curiosity. Then, clenched her jaw. “There’s a special place in hell for lovers who pretend to be noble and only torment. Deeper for those who’d abuse that love.” Now she was just being gross. “Was it quick?”

[pcrplexum]

@bloodthirstybirdbabe     Liked for a Starter.

[    ?     ]

     “  ————I’ve never said these WORDS before, but good job, Kira. ”     OUCH

[bloodthirstybirdbabe]

 “Thank...you?” Fluttering eyelashes blinked in disbelief.  “Can I opt out of regular praise in favor of the occasional letter of adoration? It would keep me sharp~”

[bloodthirstybirdbabe]

@intenscfear​ | cont. from x

 “Sometimes to accomplish great things, we’ve got to take on a different name. We save the one our parents give us for home, loved ones, if the cops stop by.”

[bloodthirstybirdbabe]

@elicitfear | cont. from x

 Sentiment was her weakness, and she had to pop up from behind cover to check if he really wasn’t wearing any thermal in addition to stitched leather and burlap as she prepared the next round. “It’s thirty degrees out here, you– Ah! Whoah–” He successfully landed one just above her eye, a lucky shot, and she lost her footing for a second, slipped on the ice, and landed with a harsh thud. “Owww…”

[elicitfear-blog]

 “It appears that even with a bad eye, I can still hit my mark.”

 He chuckled in a mocking sort of way, then began to cautiously make his way to more stable ground. There was a patch of snow-covered grass– light and fluffy… the perfect refuge. 

 “Have you been stalking me all this way?”

 His gaze was glued to the ground as he did his best not to slip– Jonathan truly did not desire any more injuries. 

[bloodthirstybirdbabe]

 She picked herself up off the ground, and brushed snow off her costume. “Couldn’t stay away I suppose.” Her hands rose up to surrender, and watched her step as she approached. “Y’know, even Freddy bloody Krueger put on a proper coat when he wanted to get shit done.” 

[bloodthirstybirdbabe]

@moralsofajackal​ | cont. from x

 Her solemn gaze averted to bore hard at the fireplace. She shut her eyes, seared blotches fading fast, and with it all weakness for one sake. She reached, but dared not touch her without her permission, resting her hand beside hers. “Olisa. I am your sword. I will aid your vengeance, and I will help you achieve glory for your name. I will stand by you. But, I’ll not condemn you to be a haunted house with so many empty rooms.”

[gospelgraved-a-blog]

bloodthirstybirdbabe:

 “Clarke?” She works up to sitting down beside her. She really didn’t want to upset her further. “Can I get you anything, some tea or tissues? A hug?”

“I just want a hug. And to sleep. But mostly a hug.” THOSE always made her feel safer. It’s debatable how effective they’ll be this evening. 

[bloodthirstybirdbabe]

  Kira wrapped her arms over Clarke’s shoulders, embracing her wholeheartedly. She squeezed, hoping affection and body warmth would bring her back. “I’m here for as long as you want me to be.”

[flower-guro]

💉💉Tell me how u wld kill me on anon 🔪🔪

[gospelgraved-a-blog]

      “Uuugh…” She was just going to curl up and pretend to sleep for a while. And sniff a bit, then claim allergies because she certainly wasn’t crying.

[bloodthirstybirdbabe]

 “Clarke?” She works up to sitting down beside her. She really didn’t want to upset her further. “Can I get you anything, some tea or tissues? A hug?”

[shctgunshine-a-deactivated20190]

bloodthirstybirdbabe

 The simple wink impressed a smile on her face she didn’t even bother holding back. Proudly, she let her ego embrace the coincidence as fate. “Hour of need is kind of my thing.” She regarded the pack of cigarettes with little interest, more curious than anything about his leg. Her fingers undulated at her side, tempted to touch and inquire. She gave a hesitant gesture, returning to the elephant in the room. Hands on her hips, she wondered quietly, “Why is there always a body between us? No matter. I’ll take care of it. And you–” She had to point.”–can focus on getting yourself home.”

“Death is just funny like that. If it brings us closer together, I’m not complaining.” He mumbled in response, a snort coming from him before another inhale of the cigarette, making sure to discard of the building ashes in the ashtray. “Or else what? Once you take care of it, it’s not like anyone can connect me to it. Right?” He looked back up at her and lifted a brow, smile still plastered onto his face. “I might need to change because my suit’s a little dirty now but let’s be honest here, there’s nothing for me there. I don’t like getting that cabin fever feeling anyway. You’re not trying to get rid of me, are you?”

[bloodthirstybirdbabe]

 She huffed in offense, masking that sinking feeling that arose. In truth, she knew it well, of not wanting to go home because there was no one there, a recurring symptom of those who chose this life or lived in this city. “Never. And, no--Though there are few people who see me kill, there are very few who help in the disposal.” Her gaze fell upon the stains upon his collar, such lovely splatter marks, turned to his neck and distinct jawline. A sharp inhale and she broke her out of drumbeat trance.

“Help me with him to the bathtub, and I’ll get my knives from my car.”