bare those teeth and snarl, baby!

[decision]

[thevampirediarieslover-tvd]

[prcphesiied-arch]

Fabianne Therese in The Aggression Scale (2012)

[prcphesiied-arch]

Fabianne Therese in Teenage Cocktail (2016)

[demonslaughtereda]

fangsandfur:

     “well i for one sorely hope that they don’t.” for a moment it almost seems like the demon is showing a softer side, though the illusion of compassion was quickly shattered with his next words. “how would i get entertainment then? what a nightmare.” 

        “well, obviously there would be survivors. some humans are like cockroaches,” dark eyes roll a little dramatically, shoulders rolling a bit as the poltergeist picks at the ends of her hair. “of those survivors, we pretty much create the hunger games and get to watch them destroy each other in the name of survival. naturally there will be a resistance, which is always fun. they’ll give some hope that can constantly be crushed.”

[rp-meme-ideas]

Send 👄 + a body part for my muses reaction to being kissed there

Can be NSFW/SFW. You choose.

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

Sleepy Sex Meme

Send one for my muse to…

✖ - nibbling on your muse’s ear.

⍟ - sneak under the cover and wake your muse up with oral.

♥ - roll on top of your muse and kiss them.

☀ - spooning your muse from behind, in their sleep, and grinding against them.

♣ - cuddle with yours.

♦ - crawl on your muse and pin them beneath my muse.

♠ - reaching down and sliding their hand between your muse’s legs

✔ - RANDOM (mun chooses)

[demonslaughtereda]

gatcrguy:

          “duh, i know tha’,” he’ll scoff as if he’s shocked that isn’t a well known fact! “pretty sure it was when we were travelin’ fer’ a trade, too. probably made us look real bad but hey!”

       “i mean, i’d hope ya’ do,” there’s a wink, nose wrinkling a little to press a kiss to his cheek. “probably not, but i’m pretty sure nobody fucked with you after that.” 

[demonslaughtereda]

gatcrguy:

          “one time i said ‘how am i gonna kill my way outta this?’ out loud and, well—…” a simple shrug of his shoulders. 

       “ya’ adorable,” that’s probably not the right response, but that’s what she’s going with. “that’s a perfectly reasonable response.”

[demonslaughtereda]

fangsandfur:

     “you’re preaching to the choir, sister.” the irony of a demon using that phrase was enough to cause a smirk to grow on his face. “they’re always clawing and scraping to get one up on each other. it takes very little effort to get them to turn on each other. even less to kill them.”

        “i like ya’,” a soft snort escapes the poltergeist, head shaking a little to offer lips curled in a smirk. “it’s so easy, too. it’s like they’re just waiting for some reason to turn on each other. really, it’s dumb luck they haven’t wiped themselves out completely.”

[demonslaughtereda]

wormkilled:

          “ain’t no one alive old enough ta’ be ya’ fuckin’ dad.” he’ll spit onto the ground to make a point, baby blue eyes glaring over at the poltergeist. the longer he stood by her, the more irritated he got. his eyes narrowed, tongue clicking on the roof of his mouth. “poltergeist don’t make peace offerin’s, yo.”

              “well, that ain’t necessarily true. immortality don’t always mean dead,” there’s a shrug, rolling the cigarette’s filter between her fingers. dark eyes come up to him, head tipped a bit to the side to give him a wide gaze. curious, but no where near innocent. “how many poltergeist do ya’ know, sweetheart. we ain’t all the same. don’t gotta take advantage of ya’ to be entertained.”

[demonslaughtereda]

wormkilled:

          “damn. you an old bitty,” tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth as he looks over her quickly, eyes rolling as he lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “nah. i ain’t old enough ta’ be ya’ daddy.” a playful wink, considering that he wasn’t about, you know, some dead girl calling him that. she was pretty but he couldn’t shake off that feeling that he, you know, should get away from her. “you tryin’ to take advantage of my drunk ass?”

       “well, thank ya’ kindly good sir,” dark eyes roll, letting her accent get thicker than it’d been since she’d died as she give a mock curtsy. “your daddy’s daddy’s probably ain’t old enough t’be my daddy, pretty. only one who really gets away with it anyways,” any they’re not around, so it’s a moot point, but it got a rise out of him. “nah, i ain’t all about that life. shitty thing to do. just a peace offering.”

[demonslaughtereda]

wormkilled:

             “who the hell calls there dad daddy anymore? man, you must have died a long time ago,” eyebrows raise as he tilts his head to the side. tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth as he bounces on his feet slightly. “if you rob a liquor store, make sure to get me a bottle or five. unlike you, i can still get drunk.”

           “ hundred--- sixty years ago. come november. besides, i was a nice southern girl once upon a time. daddy was standard, even on the farm. would ya’ rather i call you daddy?” dark eyes are wide and entirely serious, head tipped a little to the side as she watches him. “is gettin’ ya’ drunk gonna win ya’ over?”

[demonslaughtereda]

wormkilled:

           “what’s the point of smokin’ if you don’t feel anything?” what’s the point of smoking if it doesn’t eventually give you lung cancer and kill you? he’ll suck in more of the toxic smoke into his lungs, holding it there before exhaling from his nose. “um, i can deny whatever i want and that includes you entertainment. unless you gonna pay me,”

        “i like the smell. my daddy used to smoke.” shoulders lift a little, exhaling smoke at him with lifted brows. it doesn’t effect her at all, not the tar or the nicotine that repeatedly burn down on each inhale. “do i look like i have money? what do ya’ think i’m gonna do, rob a liquor store to get ya’ to perform like a domesticated pet?”

[demonslaughtereda]

               “it’s really kind of shocking how people make it day to day alive. like, humans are super fragile. takes no effort to take ‘em out.” 

@fangsandfur liked for a starter

[demonslaughtereda]

wormkilled:

           he’ll let a trail of smoke escape his lungs as if he was making a point. perhaps he was already burning slowly from the inside out. he’ll let out cloud of smoke escape his lungs, eyes shifting away as he moves to swat at her hand again whenever she moves to flick him. “your the one who keeps fuckin’ botherin’ me,”

           a huff of smoke escapes her, head tipped back a little with a sigh. lets her hand get swatted away because really, it’s not nice to mess with him. too much, though it’s been decades since anyone described letha as nice. “you’re not quite dead, not quite alive. ya’ can’t deny a dead girl her entertainment.” 

[demonslaughtereda]

wormkilled:

           “well, that would depend on the intensity of the flames! normally, people fall unconscious from lack of oxygen before the flames actually kill them. so chances are i wont feel a thing,” he’ll take a step forward, moving to smack at her hand. “unless you tryin’ to kill me slowly ‘n painfully, you’d need to make sure my airways are clear.” cue a cheeky grin as he huffs. “i only respect those who respect me,” that’s a lie.

           “slowly an’ surely, from the inside out, love. all it takes is the right amount of time and focus. no flames, and the only smoke’s not really enough to knock you out or kill ya’. i know, ya’ know. from personal experience,” shoulders lift a little to reach up again, flicking. “bullshit. don’t be a fuck for the sake of bein’ a fuck.”