♡ 𝑏𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑚 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐𝘩

WELCOME TO THE LIFE OF primadonna girl— all i ever wanted was the world. i can't help that I need it all; the primadonna life, the rise and fall. you say that I'm kinda difficult but it's always someone else's fault. got you wrapped around my finger, babe, you can count on me to misbehave. ELETTRA HEART ! highly selective & private low activity roleplay blog for valentina elettra 'ellie' heart: an original character inspired by the album electra heart. var sc_project=11964314; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="0453f043";

[elettraheart]

hello w*fe

my vagina clenched just reading that.

[elettraheart]

WHAT COLOR IS YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE ?

YOUR RESULT: CERULEAN.

key words:   gifts, doting, devotion.

a crazy love that makes you want to tell every stranger you meet about it! your love is wild and extravagant. you feel most loved when you're being showered in the attention of choice. you're a unique person, and you deserve to feel that way by the people you adore! you show your love by making the recipient feel as if they are the most treasured person in your life. 

BEST  MATCHED  WITH:   peacock, mulberry, scarlet.

tagged by: n/a. tagging: @jeanjacketed​ @vrykoslain​ @pradeviil​ @angstbabes​ 

[elettraheart]

* PINKMANIPULATED / JESSE !

when elettra points out his tendency to ramble when flustered, he can’t help but let out a soft laugh.   “ oh, man. i didn’t realize that. but, i mean, as long as it’s cute, that’s what matters, right? that’s, like, EXTRA reason not to kill me. ”   oh, clearly he isn’t immune to a woman’s charm, and certainly not bothered by being called cute. he’ll take that as a compliment. taking a sip of his drink, he cannot help but smile over it. surely, elettra has succeeded in capturing jesse’s full attention.

jesse’s interest only grows as elettra goes on to mention a design she’s working on. his eyebrows raise, curiosity immediately evident in his response.   ” what? nah, i don’t mind hearing about wedding dresses at all. that actually sounds like a really cool design. “   he’s quite into creative projects, being an artist himself. & clothing, while he may not know how to make it, has always been a big part of his self-expression. taking another drink, he grins at the woman as he speaks again.   ” i’m actually really big on artistic-type stuff, you know. do you have any, like, work in progress stuff you can show me? “

there’s something about the man sitting beside her that peaks the socialites curious nature. even though she can’t quite put her finger on what it was about him that made her want to ramble, that didn’t stop the woman from speculating in the confinements of her own mind. perhaps it was because jesse didn’t know who she was — sure, the two of them exchanged names — but unlike the rest of the world he didn’t necessarily know of her FAMILY NAME. or maybe it’s the fact that he’s willingly going along with her conversation, actually taking the time to get to know who she was as a person. “what? oh, no. come on...” voice trails off as she begins to laugh, head shaking. “there’s no need to worry about that anymore. what’s that expression? sweeping under a carpet?”

a at first elettra thought he was just being polite with his reassurance that she wasn’t boring him to death with the intricate details. she knows from experience that not everyone was interested in the creativity behind the designs that a majority of people didn’t even think about on a daily basis. “that’s a surprise. it’s not everyday you meet someone who wants to hear about that.” his words only intrigue elettra even more as she debates her next few words. while she knew it might not have been the smartest idea to invite someone back to her million dollar apartment after talking for only a few minutes, it wasn’t like she hadn’t done it before. this time, unlike all the others, it wasn’t about the sex. “yeah? do you do any artwork? i don’t have the sketchbook with me, but how do i know you’re not from one of my rivals sent here undercover to get the designs for next season?” she pauses, smile growing to let him know that she was messing with him. “i know this might sound like i’m trying to hook up with you, but seriously — do you want to come back to my place and see for yourself?”

[elettraheart]

i love @upiaer’s drunk ass thank u and goodnight 

[gdfrey]

elettraheart·:

upiaer replied to your post: *taps mic* h…h-hello? is this thing…. is this…

babymaking time already?

OH, SHIT. in a world where miss elettra heart’s mortal enemy is her husband’s baby daddy’s penis, her womb has no time to rest, exhausted from all the previous seven children he bestowed upon her —— but WAIT A MINUTE ! what was that… ??? that’s the sound of miss elettra heart’s ten year long-lasting IUD making a counter attack against roman’s upir sperm ! THE COUNTER ATTACK IS EFFECTIVE, THE SPERM HAS BEEN DEFEATED !!!!!

“——nice try, roman. try again in ten years.”

[elettraheart]

upiaer replied to your post: *taps mic* h…h-hello? is this thing…. is this...

babymaking time already?

OH, SHIT. in a world where miss elettra heart’s mortal enemy is her husband’s baby daddy’s penis, her womb has no time to rest, exhausted from all the previous seven children he bestowed upon her —— but WAIT A MINUTE ! what was that... ??? that’s the sound of miss elettra heart’s ten year long-lasting IUD making a counter attack against roman’s upir sperm ! THE COUNTER ATTACK IS EFFECTIVE, THE SPERM HAS BEEN DEFEATED !!!!!

“——nice try, roman. try again in ten years.”

[elettraheart]

*taps mic* h...h-hello? is this thing.... is this thing on .....?

[kaliforniaface]

[elettraheart]

@gdfreyheir: “a very happy birthday to my beautiful baby girl, bambina godfrey-heart. my, um. my...uh..other-half and i are overwhelmed with joy for our first child and i cannot be prouder of my potent upir-sperm. send tweet”

[elettraheart]

“happy…birthday wi- 🤢. shee-it. happy birthday to my wif- 🤢🤢. fuck, i practiced this.”

“you can’t even say the word WIFE on this, the day of my daughters birth… if you let me fuck not one, but two women on this very special day then MAYBE i’ll forgive you.”

[elettraheart]

ellie would like to remind everyone that SHE is everyone’s valentine’s gift this year since it’s not just a holiday, it’s her BIRTHDAY.

[elettraheart]

* VRYKOSLAIN / CAIN !

twisted  words  couldn’t  deter  his  understanding  of  her  wicked  smile  though  the  woman  seemed  to  grow  on  him  through  each  encounter.  it  was  true  that  he  enjoyed  her  company  in  the  past,  having  a  heart  to  heart  standing  over  mutilated  carcasses  would  have  pleased  any  one  of  their  kind  —  though  the  bloodied  &  feral  kiss  they  shared  lingered  within  her  fragile  state  of  mind.  attachment  was  never  in  his  cards,  nor  a  camaraderie  between  himself  and  the  succubus  who  kept  herself  one  step  behind.

his  stature  sways  towards  the  counter,  an  unconscious  sidle  closer  to  his  enthusiastic  companion  &  her  comment  grants  a  gentle  quirk  of  his  mouth,  bar  lighting  reflecting  off  of  pearled  canines.  “you’ve  got  me  there  but  you  can  stop  fucking  with  me.  it’s  clear  what  you  like  &  what  you  don’t  —  correct  me  if  i’m  wrong  but  you  wouldn’t  know  the  name  of  this  band  even  if  you  cared  to  look  at  the  signs  outside.”  his  head  cants,  gaze  fixed  on  the  plastic  cup  that  seemed  to  waver  near  the  bow  of  her  lips,  never  touching,  never  consumed.  “i’m  starting  to  wonder  if  you  can  admit  that  you  don’t  belong  here,  el.  i  want  you  to  say  it.”

the spirited words echoing from his throat left elettra’s mouth agape, unable to form a proper response to such bullshit. his words carries a weight of truth to them, but elettra refuses to give him the satisfaction of letting him know the truth; there’s absolutely no way in hell she was going to be giving up that easily. pink-stained lips close almost as soon as they’d opened, head shaking in disapproval. and yet she refuses to acknowledge his words, instead opting for the lesser of the two evils as the amber liquid makes contact with the plastic, somehow managing to swallow the liquid without so much as a single gag.

smile falters for the briefest of moments only to return with a vengeance when she senses cain’s body nearing her own. “oh, come on. who has to know the name of the band when it’s probably something like PUSSY THRASHER or some equally as outrageous band name.” refusing to back down from his interrogation, chest puffs out in defense of his criticism. she’s not going down without a fight. “we can’t always get what we want, cain. that much was obvious when you didn’t even bother to try and contact me after that kiss.” the plastic cup hovers above her lips as she contemplates whether the taste of the horrid substance was worth the dramatic pause —— newsflash, it wasn’t. “if you want me to say that i don’t belong here so badly, then you have to admit that you LIKED the kiss.”

[elettraheart]

* VRYKOSLAIN / CAIN !

the  vampire  is  prepared  for  the inane  response  after  having  grown  accustomed  to  the  pest  shrouded  in  a  mask  of  saccharine  beauty.  agitation creeps up  his  spine,  posture  curving  low  to  indulge the  woman  in  slight  conversation.  the  impression  that  heavy  metal  was  his  only  safe haven  was  tarnished  —  with  the  sultry  dim  in  her  otherwise  emerald  eyes,  he  knew  she  was  here  for more than  infatuation.  air  sails  through  nostrils  to  display  his  disdain though  not  entirely  enough  to  reign  in  his  curiosity.

“since  when  have  you  enjoyed  the  taste  of  whiskey  &  smoke  on  your  tongue?  i  thought  you  went  for  doctors,  lawyers,  the  unfaithful  …  anyone  as  prissy  as  you  are.”  full  lips  press  together  to  feign  thought,  brow  arching  high  as  he  presses  on  her  alleged  attachment.  “i  can’t  place  myself  in  those  categories  —  and yet you always seem to be where i am.”

THE SMILE on her face grows tenfold in spite of cain’s discourteous comments. she relishes in him not being interested in her game of cat and mouse. the thrill of the chase was half the fun. ellie doesn’t see anything inherently wrong with her actions of following him around like a lovesick puppy dog; the beauty of AMERICA was having the freedom to do what she wanted, when she wanted. manicured hand raising to signal for the bartender to get her a drink, any drink, she can’t help but feel disheartened by his impressions of her motives. who said she needed to confirm nor deny the accusations? 

“ouch. you’re going to break a poor woman’s heart with such harsh words.... but i’m sorry, don’t all brits have the reputation as being prissy like you claim me to be?” fingers wrap themselves around the cold glass of beer that’s placed in front of her, smile now being forced as to not make a scene with her dreading drinking the horrid substance. “your point? i’m out here living my best life. maybe you’re the one who’s stalking ME —— ever think about that?”

[elettraheart]

* VRYKOSLAIN / CAIN !

  the  scent  of  sugar  swirled  in  pink  &  blue  is  potent  in  the  air  &  cain  senses  the  imposing  presence  of  a  woman  before  he  can  see  her.  he  can  almost  taste  the  sweet,  honeyed  gloss  on  her  lips  —  can  feel  the  specks  of  glitter  embedded  within  the  wrath  of  her  kiss.  though  ellie  nears  in  hopes  to  creep  up  on  the  undead  being,  battered  leather  twirls  to  greet  her  with  an  unwavering  glower.

  “i  suppose  it’s  a  surprise  we’re  seeing  each  other  here.  or  did  you  have  another  excuse  in  mind …?”

*        @elettraheart​

BLACK SEQUINS SPARKLE under the cover of the dilapidated venue’s strobe lights. elettra was never the person to be caught dead grabbing anything but the painfully pink fabrics within her closet with the full of the latest garments. it’s a good thing her heart TECHNICALLY stopped beating a long, long, time ago. manicured nails clutch the matching sequin purse in her hands as her petite frame weaves through the crowd, emerald orbs searching through the masses of potential victims bodies that stare as if they were all witnessing the second coming of christ; the fashionista clear did not belong among them. she’s too busy focusing on her target at the other end of the room, creeping up on the towering figure like a moth to a flame —— at least until her sneak attack is RUINED.

shoulders shrug in innocence as elettra glances towards the stage, sides of her mouth upturning into a devious smirk. “——came here ‘cause i thought the lead singer was pretty hot. what, you thought i came here because of YOU? you’re adorable.”

[gdfrey]

independent  /  canon-divergent  /  season  one  based   roman   godfrey.

‶   𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦   𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵   𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳   𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴   𝘰𝘶𝘵   𝘰𝘧   𝘮𝘺   𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩   𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵   𝘪𝘴   𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺   𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵   𝘺𝘰𝘶   𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵   𝘵𝘰   𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 .

credit.

[crcmulent]

i just want a plot where it’s two rich kids who live in neighboring estates and their families always throw parties together and they have vacation homes in the same spots and their elite parents are too busy to notice when they sneak off to fuck in that second guest bathroom that no one uses or get high in the back library and makeout

[elettraheart]

* PINKMANIPULATED / JESSE !

he couldn’t help but laugh just a little, especially at the rather direct question she asked. also, he was blushing just a bit, because elettra was PRETTY, and being confident while totally sober was always a bit of a challenge for jesse.   “ i mean, i wouldn’t wanna be bold in making any one-sided plans, but if things worked out like that, i OBVIOUSLY would do my best to not disappoint. ‘cause, you deserve that. ”   raising his eyebrows emphatically, jesse grinned in a rather playful manner. of course, elettra was quite attractive, and rather alluring, though jesse wouldn’t be quick to assume anything. he had to have mad respect for women, after all.

as jesse sat there with her, he took a sip of the very sam adams utopia elettra had ordered, and he didn’t waste time before continuing to ramble a bit. “ — but if not, you know, i’m always happy to discuss how great colors are. pink IS pretty great. especially in a sunset, or, like, on a flower. more of a RED guy myself, but they’re not all that far off, right? ”

PINK STAINED LIPS BEGIN to curl upwards into a smile as she sits there and listens to him, more amused than ever at the fact she was capable of making him blush. as much as she meant to be forward with her question she didn’t think that anything would come out of it. not that she would be opposed to going home with him. anyone with eyes could see he was cute, but she of all people knew that coming out to bat without any lead up was not attractive. elettra always thought the chase leading up to any potential events was always the best part —— a thrilling game of cat and mouse but instead it was for sex. “has anyone pointed out how much you tend to ramble when you’re flustered?” she reaches out for the wine glass to swallow a sip between her words, “but i don’t mind. you’re cute when you’re flustered like that. it’s a good thing you told me that, though.... it’d be a shame to have to kill you and add ANOTHER heart onto my cheek.”

for now elettra was content with enjoying the company of jesse without the stipulation of sex looming over their heads. she was a firm believer in letting things fall where they may. at the mention of sunsets her eyes practically beamed with excitement, small frame turning on the bar stool to face him. “sunsets? you like sunsets?” she barely gives him a chance to answer before she’s already rambling just as jesse had with his orgasm speech. “i’ve been working on a few designs for my next collection and i’ve been taking inspiration from sunsets. a deep red with an orange ombre is gorgeous especially with some deep pink and purple flowers on the bodice and— god, look at me. you probably don’t want to hear about wedding dresses. what do YOU want to talk about?”