祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Not today Justin
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blake kathryn
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Xuebing Du
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shark vs the universe
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@ccrrow
HOLY HELL work has been a shit storm especially since it’s coachella weekend/week/weekend i’ve been working non-stop which is both good and bad. i was also sent slides to audition for a tv show so lets just say my workload is rekt and i’m teetering along the lines of sleep deprivation, but it’s all for good reasons so it’s alright. with that being said i’ll be taking a SEMI-HIATUS until the end of the month. i’ll be back.
“ time will only tell, you never know with these kinds of things. “ she shrugged, there was her wolf to account for as well & both species came with a particularly l a r g e appetite. savage almost. there’s nothing enjoyable about the way eyes take her in, it’s unnerving in fact bringing her attention to last nights events. the way pale lips caressed her warm flesh, leaving a needy rosalie lusting for more as excitement hit the pit of her stomach, butterflies to form. rendering her helpless under the woman’s touch, it isn’t until she speaks again that rosalie snaps out of her reverie & hazel eyes find the source of the distraction. the tip of her tongue uncontrollably traces her lower lip, as though she’s ready to strike at any given moment. that shall be the blonde’s only warning.
words failed her, not to mention her own voice as rosalie inhaled rather deeply her mind racing with FORBIDDEN thoughts once more. yes, she does indeed remember every touch, every single whisper & the most thrilling part ——– her challenging the blonde just to make things harder. “ i like to keep things interesting, now that i’ve had my fill i’m not so sure you have anything to offer. “ she grinned, hues dipping to full lips & then up to cerulean where they stay locked for a moment or two, now she accepts the alcohol. “ have you ever considered i’d be plotting my revenge? one doesn’t just sink their teeth into a hybrid & walk away unscathed. “
there’s a slight raise in her brow as she takes the woman in once more ‘ you had me in my partial state --------- just wait until i take you FULLY ’ does she accept the challenge ? of course she does because a sober mind wants to envelope her greedily --------- engulf her whimpers and consume every arch and curve. ONE MORE TIME. she sees her tongue peek past blushed lips and breath catch as lustful memories take over. oh how she wants to c o a x this woman from the comfort of the bed and peg her against the firmness of the floor; where lips, teeth, and tongue can VEX such a sharp wit.
‘ revenge seems too easy for a woman like you ’ there’s a KNOCK and she saunters past bedroom doors and torn pieces of clothing. taking her time. hestia wants to see her feed. wants to tear the submissive creature who lies in satin sheets and release her to the pangs of hunger. a RABID BEAST that controls them all. as the four enter, pale fingers wrap around awaiting flesh and she orders them not to scream with a voice so h u s h e d she hardly made a sound at all. there's a strain in their eyes as they mutter silent prayers, walking in line as if they were on death row. she finally arrives with arms wide open, gesturing to the awaiting prey ‘ they’re YOURS --------- feel free to paint the walls red, i don’t believe our friends would mind. ’
HOLY CRAP replies are coming today. seriously, work has been a pain.
psa. I want a passionate ship — a ship that has heart stopping angst, that allows your muse to pin mine against a wall and make out with them if they have the desire to, that makes me make the most inhuman noises when they are even close to one another, that lets the muses just let their development fly and soar to new levels everyday, that will make me yell at you forever and ever for making me ship them more and more. I want that type of ship.
what’s to say she doesn’t REGRET these circumstances? intoxication aside, rosalie’s attempting to shut the door to f u t u r e arrangements that would eventually become permanent. sexual escapades of this nature typically required some kind of emotional trust, two things she’d never see herself mastering in the coming future. “ before there’s any discussion of round two, i suggest we take care of MY hunger & yes my hunger surpasses yours seeing as you nearly bled me dry on more than one occasion. thank you for that by the way. “ between the two of them you’d think rosalie lacked self-control, yet she managed to keep herself in line. more importantly her fangs inside her mouth. pearly whites dig into her lower lip as her aching body finds the bed——— it’s as comfortable as she recalls. despite fearing the look inside the woman’s eyes, that hunger rosalie’s so familiar with, she dares to put herself in harms way. “ you seriously don’t remember anything? “ she’s not that bad a lay.
DING DING DING --------- and there it was. a heavy breath is released behind a tight lipped grin. she doesn’t acknowledge anything that has been said ( at least not yet ) just dials down to the dispatcher requesting maid service. SEAMLESS LIES are told and they promise to send four of their best right away. hestia doesn’t do much afterwards, but offers a glass of whiskey with an unapologetic glance. ‘ is four enough for you ? ’ she questions --------- SORRY ; isn’t a definite word in her vocabulary so she has to offer the next best thing an explanation and her wrist ‘ i have a small blood problem and consider yourself l u c k y --------- you’re the FIRST to make it out with their head still in tact ’ there are days and nights where darkness takes over and she can only differentiate the movements of s h a d o w s and r a c i n g heartbeats. BLOODLUST VS CONTROL ( it was never a fair fight )
icy blue eyes find tired hazel and she happens to catch a glint of gold besides dilated pupils. there’s a memory there. ‘ lets see, i remember the look on your face when i held you up against that wall and the sound you made --------- ’ her brow quirks ‘ the way your eyes shifted from prominent green to gold when you took that first shot of bourbon ’ she pauses trying to put a name to the place, but she comes up short because she can ONLY think of one thing ‘ -------- the way your heart r a c e d while i fed ( fear lust ) it felt as if you were trying to prove a point ’ she’s pleased and impressed, voice hushed and lulled ‘ i’m surprised you’re still here knowing that i would bleed you dry --------- ’
he immediately noticed her eyes changing color and for a second he tensed. but then he remembered that he was a fucking demigod and he could take her ass no problem. fists clenched as anger pulsed through his veins, trying to keep a cap on his temper but visibly failing. “maybe if you keep fuckin’ talkin’ at me. i got a big metal bar wit’ your name on it.”
‘ you think i’m SCARED of a metal bar ? ’ she scoffs, only to lift her head and notice the anger on his features ‘ you think i’m scared of YOU ? ’ there’s amusement in her voice and l a u g h t e r takes place of bustling new york streets. ‘ you can take that bar of yours and go fuck yourself with it --------- you ran into me, remember ’ maybe she’s still in a fit of d e l i r i u m, but a pipe holds NO COMPARISON to a hunters resources or the full moon.
HOLY HELL replies are going to be slow this week because work is seriously draining. working with freshmen is draining and i keep getting hit on and whistled at damn child where’s your mother ?!?!? they also keep calling me ms and it’s like nO i only graduated a few years ago stop it rn.
rp pet peeve ; when writing with a villain, one continues to poke the bear but once said villain retaliates, other’s grow upset or perturbed.
always remember ; if you choose to poke the bear, you will get bitten.
VILLAINS are not punching bags, they are opposition that pose a TRUE & REAL THREAT. antagonize one & you incur the wrath. do not smite the writer for their chosen direction as they are simply reacting as their muse commands. ( & believe me, if you’re writing a villain, the muse is in control ). villains are not teddy bears. villains are complex, multi-faceted. perhaps they react in one way to one & differently to another. bonds are formed different. villains can sometimes be unhinged mentally where reasoning is skewed or twisted. they are not to be underwritten as little puppies with attitude issues. they are a rabid dog most tend to shy away from. they don’t need a little love or a sprinkle of fairy dust to feel better, to be good. some villains don’t want to be redeemed. some villains don’t want emotional connection. many are selfish & if an emotional connection is sought after the villain will usually ( ALWAYS ) put themselves first. always talk to the mun, get a feel for the muse, get to know the limits - what lines to cross, what lines to avoid like the plague.
she’s no stranger to confusion, what she is however questioning is why she chose to go on this ride in the first place. one thing’s for certain, she feels dead & most importantly H U N G R Y. “ multiple drinks. “ she winces, deft fingers curl themselves around her shirt this was a new kind of exhaustion for her. “ as for round two? we’ve already been there & then again… & again. “ hopefully she get’s the idea, the night had only ended two hours ago. “ i think you’ve done enough for one night, i’ll show myself out. that’s how one night stands work, right? we avoid as much of last nights events, step around each other & pretend like this NEVER happened. “ she rambles on.
she can’t help but be amused by the other’s explanation. ‘ well fuck ’ she allows the silk linen to drape carelessly over porcelain skin and eyes to linger on the silhouette before her. ‘ NO ONE is telling you to leave ’ there’s a subtle pause as a s m i r k forms on her lips ( even in her drunken stupor she sure knew how to pick ‘em ) ‘ and one night stands only work that way when you regret the person in bed next to you ’ she shrugs all too nonchalantly and brings her lip between her teeth ‘ --------- and i definitely DON’T ’ she then manages to ghosts behind her, lips b r u s h i n g against the curve of her neck and raven waves. voice hushed and melodic ‘ so how about i order maid service and we’ll talk about the POSSIBILITY of yet another round ? ’ the pangs of hunger needed to be subsided and she swears she could devour this girl whole, but instead she gestures back to an awaiting bed and heads for the landline. it would be impolite to feed on another hybrid. then again WHO KNOWS if she’s already done it earlier that night.
to think that hestia is a character i played in my very first rpg almost eight years ago is mind boggling. then i made her into an oc and played in other rp’s and now she’s in the indie world and holy damn it’s been a journey. she’s my favorite lil shit. always will be.
he whips his hand back when it’s slapped away, eyes immediately narrowing. that was the last time he tried to help someone up if that was the reaction he’d get. “that a threat, blondie?” he questioned, upper lip twitching in anger. “cause i ain’t above puttin’ my hands on a chick.”
called blondie and chick in one go ? she tries to bite back the howl itching at her throat as electric blue eyes turn a deep crimson. ‘ this is new york city, asshole --------- IT’S A PROIMSE ’ she has yet to look at him in fear of drawing more attention to herself, but darkened veins leave heavy t r a i l s beneath her eyes and heighten senses catch a scent so INTOXICATING her need for blood begins to rise. ‘ so are we gonna have a problem ? ’
@ccrrow // starter call.
“ oh don’t look so surprised, nudity is so twenty sixteen. “ she chuckled, rosalie sounded like one of those bitchy teens she went to high school with. oh wait! she used to be one of them. “ ———you mind? “ she points to her shirt laying right at the girl’s feet.
‘ oh, i mind ’ apparently she was in a TEEN ROM-COM, but she tosses the shirt anyway and leans back against the headboard. ‘ even if this isn’t my penthouse i didn’t think i’d be waking up to a random, naked at the foot of my bed ’ ( not that she was complaining at all ) she attempts to wipe the sleep from her eyes and tame the tangle of bedhead. fuck, she couldn’t remember A N Y T H I N G --------- maybe going on a BLOOD BENDER was the last thing she needed last night. ‘ or did i invite you back here ? fuck if i know ’ still groggy and getting over a sprouting hangover she lulls ‘ do i get you an uber --------- you want a drink ? ’ she glances at the damage made to the room ‘ round two maybe -------- ’
&. strangcrthings continued from here
‘ are you fucking kidding me ? ’ she slaps away the hand dangling in front of her face. honestly she would’ve b r o k e n it if she weren’t just drained for two days straight. ( oh the woes of dining and dashing with a family of hunters ) she grumbles as she pushes herself to her feet ‘ I’M FINE --------- you however might not be so lucky ’ a huff is forced past her lips as nimble fingers tug at the leather jacket masking the wound to her side. ‘ honestly if you know what’s good for you --------- you’d run far far away ... ’
headcanon.
THE CARROW’S are a family of powerful pure bred witches that date back to their celtic origins in 2700 BC. the purity of this bloodline was contaminated the night hestia and her sister flora were conceived. half witch. half werewolf. their mother had been cast a w a y --------- disowned by the family she was once praised by. they were labeled as adulterated and their mother never truly forgave herself or them for it. to compensate she performed a ritual where hestia’s powers were s i p h o n e d by her twin flora in the womb. although still being born as both witch and werewolf hestia still held onto a fragment of magic and it would GROW ; slowly and steadily with the building hatred and abandonment she felt for the woman who brought her into this world. this was seen as hestia matured. each tantrum was mirrored by a SURGE OF FLAMES. each dark and vindictive thought IGNITED the floor beneath her. but it was ultimately her sister flora who tamed the inferno and silenced the blaze. flora was the calm before hestia’s storm.
