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blairstjames

Juliet! What are you — oh my god. Did you just cut his fingersoff? Are you crazy? We need to get him to a hospital!

deviousdamsel-blog

"He had it coming."

"Total perv."

#blairstjames #she had to be a bamf

gardner-anita-deactivated201401

I found a kitten.

It’s chosen to nestle up to me so it’s clearly of higher intelligence. No touching, please.

deviousdamsel-blog

"I think this entire town has lost it's mind."

#gardner-anita

clarahelmwood-deactivated201403

Ugh

clarahelmwood-deactivated201403

"No I wasn’t. And I didn’t ask for your sarcasm either. I was just stating that this new year sucks."

deviousdamsel-blog

"My mistake."

"--- And why's that, princess?"

#clarahelmwood

clarahelmwood-deactivated201403

Ugh

"This new year sucks already."

deviousdamsel-blog

Aw, poor you.

Were you expecting a pat on the back as well?

#clarahelmwood

"Touch me again,

---- and it's your whole hand that you'll be loosing."

#kismetstarter #tw: gore

sallymxlik

It’s always so beautiful this time of year.

deviousdamsel-blog

I beg to differ.

#violetroux

adrianprost-blog

Juliet & Adrian || Event Chaos

Adrian leaned on the door to Juliet’s apartment and heaved a sigh. He tapped the door again and waited. He leaned his head on the door frame and then looked over his shoulder at the driver. Adrian wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing here, just that he was supposed to pick up Juliet, some, young hot, witchy girl, to go to the charity ball. The stipulation for picking her up was that she had to be hot. That was the only way he was going. It was some thing, for his dad. His dad new her grandmother. It was a thing. Adrian’s dad explained it to him but Adrian stopped listening. He didn’t really care.

"Ah. Lovely." Adrian said straightening up. He stopped leaning on the door bell. He gave the girl a charming smile. "Can I interest you in a ride to the rather dull charity ball? And possibly some drinks? I’m looking forward to the drinks." He said then held out his hand. "I’m Adrian Prost." He said then gave her a quick bow. "Pleasure. You look lovely." He said then held out an elbow to escort her to the car.

deviousdamsel-blog

Honestly, Juliet had absolutely no clue what she was doing at a ball, of all things. Public and social events never really interested her whatsoever -- it was less than appealing to spend her night exposed to complete mediocrity. Nevertheless, the young brunette composed herself enough to spare a night of complete and utter dullness.

As she opened the door, her eyes immediately caught those of a young gentlemen standing right outside. Arching a brow, her eyes scanned over his suit. "Why of course," she stated, so sweet that it was almost sarcastic. One manicured hand reached out to shake his as a grin threatened her own lips. "Juliet Gregory," she introduced, peering over at the ride that'd be taking them to to the event. "I appreciate you stating the obvious, even though I was already fully aware." Her hand reached to take a hand on his elbow as an inaudible huff surpassed her lips. Perhaps the night wouldn't be too painstaking.

#ap #[ this is extremely late omfg.#tumblr didn't notify me that i got a message so i didn't see the starter until now. ]

humanwithoutheartbeat-deactivat

someone that got away || juliet&nathan

Had it been a rough week for Nathan? Certainly, yes. It hadn’t just been more work than usual but also an anniversary wouldn’t let him have a single clear thought. It was only a few days away from his day of death, though he seemed quite alive sitting in that corner-café just a few blocks away from his home, if one could call it that. It was more of a temporary shelter until he found his real home again. As many wise people said before, Nathan didn’t believe in home being a place but a person, and his person would be a certain witch, whom he hadn’t seen ever since that day of his death either.

Nathan was so deepened in the few memories, that he had of the girl he believed to be called Cibell, at least it was been what she had told him, that he wouldn’t notice anything around him anymore. Even a the most exqisite beauty wouldn’t be able wake him anymore. The young man just sat there, already like a bitter, old man pining for the times, in which he still had been enjoying life. But abruptly, his deaming stopped - the day, that he lived over and over again was over in his head. His gaze was now directed out of the window to the streets of New York, where he was hoping to find his home.

deviousdamsel-blog

Juliet was usually a morbid girl at heart. Death and abandonment certainly loomed over her, almost like a rain cloud that followed her around wherever she went. Her own personal grim reaper. Somehow, she'd grown used to it. It was a small price to pay for a magic she received in return. Sure, the darkness tended to get to her more often than not, but anyone that got in her way could be buried six feet under once she got good enough at what she was doing.

And the top person on her list just happened to be connected all too well to the boy whom she was about to come into contact with. Screwing over the brunette might just be the stupidest thing for one to do. This just happened to be another witch. Nothing quite like a witchy cat fight, is there? Somehow, the bitch managed to get off scot-free and hide from her for this long.

The tall witch made her way into the cafe -- a possible coffee might just do the trick in ending her bad mood. On a regular basis, she had a low tolerance for mainly anything --- let alone on an awkward sleeping schedule. Blame work. Her large orbs scanned the room, landing on a familiar boy, who seemed all too concentrated on something that wasn't her. Her lips pressed into a small smirk as she approached him.

"Daydreaming, are we?"

#nr

-------- A breath of release flew from Juliet's lips as she eyed herself in the mirror of a nearly completely stranger. Chocolate hues bounced off of the refraction that the object in front of her gave off, merely revealing her own reflection to herself. Her small lips tightly pursed together, glancing down. She stood in nothing but her undergarments, covered by a loose black shirt a bit too large for herself, which obviously wasn't her own.

It wasn't exactly stranger for the twenty-four year old witch to wander home with a stranger -- after all, that tended to happen quite often, given her job description. Though, most of the time, those tended to be deeply intoxicated. Somehow, she preferred it that way. The numbness that the alcohol gave off allowed her to feel nothing but physical emotion toward the other person.

Her body would rarely allow emotions into it

---- those were for the weak.

She'd spent too much time building up something a power inside of her to become the greatest then to just throw it all away by some one-night-stand. Except, this most current one, wasn't exactly the slightest bit under-the-influence. It wasn't like she minded it, either. Emotions were now easily blocked for her.

Exiting the bathroom of the household, she bit onto her lower lip, tugging on it. A weak gasp surpassed her lips as one hand grasped the wall, leaning over with a slight grin to eye the opposite person.

---- "Enjoying the view?"