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𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐖𝐍 is a dependent rpg blog for maggotcreek written by b.

ODETTE MADELAINE BEAUMONT. four hundred and eighteen twenty eight years old. known as 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. { intro & connections. dash interactions. mirror. musing.)

#{thousand armies couldn't keep me out || 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬}#{til i save your heart and to take your soul || 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞}#{i was dead when i woke up this morning. i'll be dead before the day is done || 𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭}

noctxrne

THEY DON'T FLINCH. the instinct is still there, the urge to bare their teeth, to ignite. instead, they watch, gaze flicking languidly from the empty glass to their maker. as expected, the years have done little to change the woman. though memory had done her little justice.

❛ is that so? ❜

somehow, they had hoped time would have dulled the sharp edge of their departure. that perhaps she might see it the way they did: not as cruelty, but a choice they were forced to make. a necessary evil. ❛ shame. ❜ their eyes trace familiar lines before hardening. ❛ you used to like it so much. ❜

it’s not the first disappointment they have endured.

rylan leans back into the booth, fingers resuming their steady tap against the table. ❛ who’s pretending? ❜ it’s a hollow response, and they know it. so they deflect. ❛ is that why you’re here, then? ❜ their head tilts slightly, a challenge rising. ❛ drawn to the most miserable places because there's enough rot that your own can go unnoticed. more shit to add to the pile. ❜

the town is unremarkable. it haunts its residents, swallows any threat of light that tries to seep through the canopy. but there are parts worth saving. they’ve seen it in trembling hands clutching a thermal blanket, the quiet moment of relief when a heartbeat returns. they have to believe there’s more to the town than it seems.

then, because they can’t help themselves, rylan nods toward the glass. ❛ you owe me another. ❜

dusktildcwn

she shrugged, refusing to return to memories of their time together. of the bond they once shared and the love that had been felt so strongly. rylan did not get to show up and force emotions onto odette that she had spend centuries repressing. "it has been two hundred years. you should have expected me to change in that time."

the blonde watched them with a calculating gaze. "in what world are you not pretending? acting as though you can wash away all the bodies left in your wake if you simply save those in this town, over and over again? until you have to move on. when they start asking questions... realizing you never age. how strange the humans must find it, that you never so much as catch the flu." so maybe she wanted to break their perfect bubble. she wanted to upend this life they had carved out for themselves, furious that it had not been planned with her in mind.

the statement that is directed to her is ignored. rylan can theorize all they want about why odette was there. the facts were known. she had skin in the game, and she wanted the hunger to be destroyed. "i see your opinion of me hasn't shifted." softly she dragged a lone finger along the rim of the tumbler she had stolen from rylan. "how disappointing." still she wondered how she had lost them. when the change was made from love to hate. but that was a conversation for another time. or perhaps never at all.

she smirked at the comment, at the challenge. fine, she would play. standing, odette walked along the bar, finding a lonesome man that had his own glass of scotch in hand. walking up beside him, she put her hand on his arm and used all her influence to calm his heartbeat and his mind. "𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔨." she cooed, smiling as the man's eyes glazed over and he offered it without a second thought. while she was certain the bartender questioned the interaction, odette did not explain as she took the glass and walked back to rylan. she placed it in front of them, a chuckle on her lips. "drink up."

#{thousand armies couldn't keep me out || 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬}#{the wound || 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡}

prcphetgirl

"oh no, that's okay," lettie is quick to remark, an edge to the other woman's boice that leaves no doubt in her mind that she means them. "not that his behavior is okay," she continues, lips pursed, "but there's better places to spend the night anyway."

adjusting her grip on the reusable grocery bag, a lighter expression spreads across lettie's features. "i can show you, if you'd like." she opens the bag slightly, revealing its contents to the other; two bottles of white wine she had planned to tuck away in her pantry until she'd had company. now seems as good an excuse as any to open them.

dusktildcwn

she couldn't help but allow her smile - at the idea of ridding magnolia creek of creepy paul - fall when the girl before her denied her offer. it was a chance to indulge in her deepest desires and if it were approved of... then she would not have to worry about backlash.

but her focus was soon elsewhere. the witch before her instead propositioned the idea of odette joining her for glasses of wine. while it was not her preferred beverage, she did enjoy the idea of perhaps being invited into lettie's home. how beneficial could that be down the road, she wondered? "lead the way," the vampire said, motioning for the girl before her to start walking. she took one last drag of her cigarette before stomping it out on the pavement and following in her direction.

#{thousand armies couldn't keep me out || 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬}#{the veil || 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡}

noctxrne

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: odette – the dark @dusktildcwn 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: rusty nail

it’s raining — but then, when is it not? rylan watches as it beads against the window, a soft mist that dampens rather than soaks. the best kind, they think.

they sit in the last booth, wedged between a splintered panel of wood and the jukebox, back to the door. a finger toys with a half-empty glass of scotch, turning slow circles through the condensation.

their hair has dried, dampness slowly leaching from the nylon of their jacket. they can’t say how long they’ve been here. only that the room has shifted around them; social stragglers giving way to those with nowhere else to go. abandoned darts litter the bartop, though there's little rush to move them.

rylan raises the glass to their lips, forces a swallow. not for taste, but for ritual. a metronome of normalcy as stale as the garbled hum that drifts from the jukebox: down, down down… and the flames went higher…

the air shifts when the door opens, falls shut again.

they feel it before thought can name it. the ancient, infuriating resonance threading through the room, pressing against thought. a hum carried in their marrow.

how long have they waited for this? since finding their way back to magnolia creek, carving out a niche as a paramedic who seemed too experienced for their age, yet too self-possessed for anyone to question it. since the crackle of something ancient began to threaten a resurgence, drawing the one presence they had evaded for a century.

the tether, once slack, tightening.

burns, burns burns… the ring of fire…

they don’t turn, don’t raise their voice over the music.

❛ mon étoile. ❜

dusktildcwn

over the centuries, rain had become nothing more then an annoyance to odette. soaking through her clothes, ruining her hair, causing her makeup to run... not to mention rain brought storms. and storms brought memories she would rather repress.

but the universe, it seemed, had other plans.

when she walked into the rusty nail for the fourth night in a row, the only location in town that seemed to offer her both distraction and entertainment, her senses identified the shift in an instance. their scent is on the air, mixed in with the cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. the lack of a heartbeat - the total silence - in that direction had her ears ringing for something to detect.

but it is the bond snapping against her subconscious that causes her head to turn. she wants to ignore it. but it's a dull tapping on the edge of her temple, begging her to let her eyes take in the one who had once been everything. a friend. a confidant. a lover. an indulgence.

until thought of redemption became their every waking thought.

the pet name was soft, in a language that had not seen use in years. and yet when they spoke, it was the loudest sound in the room. odette felt the urge to turn and run. to leave them this time, and not the other way around. but she could not be a coward. so instead, she takes a steady step towards the booth, sliding in across from rylan. the vampire takes one look before snatching the glass in their hand and finishing the remaining scotch in one gulp.

there is a moment of quiet tension. she watched them as she crossed her legs, leaning back into the booth to exude comfort and confidence. "you gave up the right to call me that when you left." she muttered, the sound of her accent slipping on the words the only indication of her frustrations. "i should have expected you to end up somewhere like this." she looked around the bar. the wood paneling and the jukebox that was somehow out of tune. the residents who would never amount to anything other then being so deeply ordinary. "somewhere completely unremarkable. where you can hide and pretend your worst days were nothing more then a nightmare."

#{the wound || 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡}#{thousand armies couldn't keep me out || 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬}

prcphetgirl

for a woman trying desperately to live a normal life, magnolia creek certainly wasn’t the ideal place to live. and yet. usually, summer was her favorite season here. lettie’s days were mostly free, no children to wrangle (love them as she may), and a rare sunny day spent on the porch with a glass of wine. this summer, however, was fog and boys? men thought dead popping up in town and whispers of things she would rather not be privy to.

as she passes the local bar, her gaze falls on a blonde with a cigarette between her fingers.

“oh, i’d be the last choice for a spy,” lettie responds with a crook of her lips, one hand coming up to tuck a curl back behind her ear. her gaze shifts to the door to the bar behind the other woman. “i was trying to see if creepy pete was in tonight. i try to avoid the place if he’s in.”

dusktildcwn

odette looked back towards the bar, thinking of the man who had taken the seat next to her and smelled of mothballs and sugar. how he had looked not just at her but the other woman who were in the bar. "he's in there." she muttered, grimace finding its way onto her face as she remembered countless men like them. how fitting that woman were expected to survey the building for them before entering. would it not just be easier for everyone else to recognize his behavior? what had happened to public shaming? "i can remove him if you'd like. it'd be my pleasure, in fact." she finally turned back to the witch, a predatory smile on her face.

all she needed was one person in their little rag tag team to indulge her actions and then she would not hesitate to ensure that man never made any woman uncomfortable again. creepy pete would become gone and not missed pete. "where do you find yourself when this place is unavailable?" she wondered, curious how often the woman before her would change her plans if she was looking to avoid conflict or discomfort.

#{thousand armies couldn't keep me out || 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬}#{the veil || 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡}

griefbound

once, matteo hoarded dollars the way yard-dogs hoard bones: dirty, desperate, half-chewed hope. he stuffed them in coffee tins, slid them under loose floorboards, in all the hiding places boys stash futures when they're still arrogant enough to think one can be built. gas money, first-month's rent, and just enough faith in his truck to believe it could carry them somewhere magnolia creek couldn't sniff them out. him and elias. always him and elias. now the cash disappears the same way beer cans do in a trailer-park fire. the buy lasts a heartbeat: crumpled bills, plastic knot, the dealer already skittering off like a cockroach when the kitchen light snaps on. inside are pills the color of plaster. matteo thumbs one free, halfway to dry-swallow salvation, when smoke brushes the back of his hand—soft as cobweb. a thin cigarette drag sidles over his knuckles through the wet summer dark, giving the vampire away before her voice can get its fangs in. “i’m here to make sure you keep your teeth to yourself,” he snarls, loping out of the alley's throat, spoiling for a fight. bar-light salts every hurt it can find: lip split raw, bruise flowering plum-dark across cheekbone, knuckles busted into rust-red seams. slayers have crawled home from uglier nights than this, but matteo isn't dumb enough to set a welcome mat for a leech just because the rest of them did. there were enough soft-necked fools stumbling out of the bar tonight without offering her an invitation. his stare catches on her throat, on that bloodless hollow where a pulse should be. “comforting,” contempt thick as chaw, “seeing even corpses chase a buzz.”

dusktildcwn

it was a laugh that left her lips in response to his words. did he think he was original? that this was he first time she had heard comments about her teeth, or her lack of a heartbeat? he was not the first slayer she had interacted with, and he certainly would not be the last. "my teeth will only go near those willing," for now. even that lie felt forced on her tongue. she was certain he would not believe it. but did it matter what he believed? or just that she acted in ways that would provide the slayers and co with enough trust to let her off her leash?

she watched him come out of the alley, the darkness no longer enveloping the hatred on his face. she took another drag from her cigarette as her eyes found his hands, brows raising as in judgement. perhaps he had not truly been following her. perhaps he was simply upset at being caught. "just because i'm dead doesn't mean i cannot have fun." she teased, walking closer and flicking the ash from the end of her butt towards him. "and as i am sure you've found, entertainment is lacking in this quiet, little town."

at some point she began to circle him as she spoke. like a predator watching it's prey. but also to ensure he was less likely to snag her if he tried to reach out to do so. she wasn't confident he wouldn't try anything. "did the group send you on this little reconnaissance mission or did you decide upon it by yourself?" her eyes flickered to his hand once more, the one that held the bag. when her gaze returned to his own it held a knowing look. would he make an excuse? if he did she would file that information away for the future.

#{thousand armies couldn't keep me out || 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬}#{the chain || 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡}#substance abuse tw

who. odette beaumont & open. where. outside the rusty nail. when. july 1st, after the sun had set.

she misses the effects of alcohol.

her almost nightly visit to the rusty nail was providing the residents of this town with the notion of familiarity. emboldening them to speak to her, as if they were worthy of her company. a man with a balding scalp and reddened cheeks took the seat next to her, and when he turned towards her with a leering gaze, she ignored the instinct to tear his head from his neck. this was not the time nor the place. unfortunately, in a town as small as magnolia creek, such a scene would spread by sunrise. and even if she were to lure him out somewhere else, one less body accounted for would be noticed.

so, instead she left her seat and pushed through the doors of the scummy bar, grabbing a pack of cigarettes out of her bag and lighting one up. the burning of smoke would always be more fulfilling then the burning of alcohol, anyways. looking towards the nearby alley, she immediately recognized a face in the darkness. "if you are here to keep watch you might as well come out and join me," she called. she could use the entertainment anyway. "they should send someone else next time. you're espionage skills are rather pathetic."

#{thousand armies couldn't keep me out || 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬}#{open starter || 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡}#mc: starter

fitz-skimmons

SARAH PIDGEON as Carolyn Bessette in LOVE STORY: Pilot (2026)

#{i was dead when i woke up this morning. i'll be dead before the day is done || 𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭}

linkinmoon

Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka

#{i was dead when i woke up this morning. i'll be dead before the day is done || 𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭}

multiverse-of-multifandoms

@gifevents Bad Romance - Toxic Ship Event DAY 2 - Possessive Villanelle & Eve Polastri Killing Eve 2.08 - 'You're Mine'

#{i was dead when i woke up this morning. i'll be dead before the day is done || 𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭}#{musing || ft. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝}#//when the love of ur life ends ur 200 year long relationship bc u can't stop eating people #blood tw

avasillva

KATIE MCGRATH as LUCY WESTENRA Dracula (2013–2014)

#{i was dead when i woke up this morning. i'll be dead before the day is done || 𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭}#{musing || ft. 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧}

homerjacksons

"We flatter our men with our pain. We bow before them. We make ourselves dolls for their amusement. We lose our dignity in corsets and high shoes and gossip and the slavery of marriage. And our reward for this service? The back of the hand, the face turned to the pillow, the bloody, aching cunt as you force us onto your beds to take your fat, heaving bodies!"

PENNY DREADFUL S02E08

#{i was dead when i woke up this morning. i'll be dead before the day is done || 𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭}