[fangshoney]

FANGSHONEY, hungry & divine ; a writing blog for ex politician's daughter turned vampire JESSICA SINCLAIR, now known as the cannibal baker, cowgirl killer, JESSIE TUCKER. the underground is a cannibal ( & vampire ) network that will eat your heart out with the most fancy dinners, and you're cordially invited. trigger warnings for gore, blood, vampirism, and gothic tropes. MY VAMPIRE ACTS LIKE A VAMPIRE. also at @visionhad & @nailgore

WRITTEN BY MIMI 27 SHE. † 21+ only.

A STUDY IN: politics and family. abuse and neglect. child exploitation. runaways and horse girls. conmen, cults & a man that's a little too old for you ( by 800 years ) . cannibals being vampire cousins. religious trauma. being left at the altar. loving with rose colored lenses. abandonment issues. mourning someone who's alive. trying to live forever after wanting to die all your life. bruises and bite marks.

OUTDATED CARRD, but can give you an idea of my muse.

[fangshoney]

jessie's the only vampire in history probably with a peanut allergy

[fangshoney]

this is an itty bitty starter call while i finish watching the pitt :3 after i'll dive into drafts

[fangshoney]

"your wit is outstanding."

Jessie is knuckles deep in a pot of rich brown soil, the sun beating down on her at full force and causing the redhead to squint as she's adjusting the plant within the gigantic pot at her thighs. If she wasn't already dead, Jessie thinks that she'd be fryin' like an egg on a skillet and turning as red as a lobster with the climbing heat of new orleans. It's muggy and hot and while she's barely wearing anything to begin with - flowing white dress and sandals, exclusively, she wishes that she could peel her skin off all at once with how heavily she can feel it's rays.

"And your complainin' and little sarcastic comments 'bout my ideas is how I know you're not takin' me serious." She grumbles, patting down the soil and making sure everything was in order before she's glancing back up at Klaus with her lips in a tight line. "If you're gonna have people over, you can't have that thing in the doorway."

[milkandsins]

Eden has a bad habit of returning to the places that did the most damage. Unlike Nora who has rules about that sort of thing. Move every 10 years, never return to the same place within the same century, and leave the past where it belongs.

Eden does the opposite.

She comes back often, like there is some kind of homing beacon buried inside her that only points toward the places that hurt her the most. The places where she made the worst choices, lost the most, or convinced herself she could have done more if she was only better back then. If there is a church waiting for her there, even better. Nothing pulls guilt out of her quite like a cross hanging over an empty room.

This church is one of the worst.

Eden messed up here. Big time. Even after all these years, she still remembers every moment where she could have stepped in sooner, said something different, or stopped what was coming. She knows guilt changes memories. It makes her believe she once possessed answers she never actually knew, but that does little to stop her from blaming herself.

She blows out the air puffed inside her cheeks and looks at the cross at the front of the church. Parts of it crumble away, the wood splitting and sagging as if even its tired of standing there.

For a moment, she thinks the place might actually give her what she came for. A few quiet minutes to punish herself without interruption.

But then a voice breaks through the ruins and it jerks Eden out of her thoughts and she jerks her head to the entrance. She knows that voice. Or she thinks she does. The cold and the memories are both playing tricks on her tonight, and she doesnt fully trust either one.

Her eyes search the doorway as a familiar face forms in her mind.

“Jessie…?” Eden calls out.

She doesn't raise her voice much because she knows that if it really is Jessie, she will hear her from outside of the building so she remains seated for another second, caught somewhere between wanting to see who it was and debating on just feeling like she is known to do.

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Her ears perk up at the voice. It's close enough where she can hear it clearly yet far enough away where she knows she could run if she truly decided to. Jessie hasn't been back here since everything went down and now she's being pinned down by name, the idea of anyone knowing her sends shivers up her spine, goosebumps to form on sun-kissed skin. To be associated with this graveyard of a church is to be associated with destruction, and that in itself is another reason why she shouldn't have came back. Nostalgia tugs on the bones of those who won't relinquish guilt, and Jessie doesn't speed fast enough away before she's caught. Eden, large eyed and standing before her like a ghost.

Her feet bring her to the doorway instead of away. A rookie mistake but her breathing is so lopsided that she feels as if she's gasping for breath even if that's not what she's doing in reality. "You've gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me," It's murmured, a single half step backwards, a shake to the head. The other vampire looks no different than how she saw her before, and unlike Rachelle, Jessie doesn't immediately go for a kill. Doesn't start yelling or baring her teeth, just stands there like she was transported into some television show or a dream, whichever makes the most sense to her.

Eden still looks like a damaged porcelain doll to Jessie. Frozen enough and haunting enough to bring nothing but distance between them despite their history. There was nothing but betrayal as she looked at the other woman's face, no matter how hard Jessie tried to see anything else. Jessie is hard to get off your side once she's on it, but there's a tenseness in her jaw that won't go away. It's similar to the rough hand that would grip her jaw whenever she tried to get away from this place before, a phantom feeling, one that feels even more real now that she's looking at Eden.

"Did'ja come back t'ruin my life a second time, or are you currently without a house to hole away in like the mole you are?" Both options looked true, judging on the way she looked. Jessie wasn't in the mood to be kind to someone who had a hand in her turning, not now, not ever. Not when it's been so difficult shaking it off since it happened.

Jessie stuffs her hands into her pockets, green eyes clouded with anger as the creaky boards shift under her feet.

[quad4xel]

❝ i am assuring you, i am not needing the help. but that is not to be saying that i am not wanting you here. is always nice to be spending time with a friend. ❞

[fangshoney]

There's a downfall in needing to feel needed, and this was one of those times. Jessie doesn't mean to get irritated, but there's a narrowing to her brow that only gets closer and closer to permanence at his statement. Her lips press into a line, a nod with a breathed out "Okay, yeah," wandering to sit on the rock beside the lake they were at. "Just let me know if you need anythin'."

[bloodrodeo]

Trent looks at her, tries to glean anything but she's still and she's calm, a metronome beat played against his arm in perfect synchronicity to a song he can't hear. It concerns him a little or at least enough to make his stomach hitch, a brake hit too fast when he can't make the amber light. This time he knows he'll rush through the red. And maybe they should take things slow, but he doesn't know what this is. Trent hears a request, from someone who he loves, dearly. He's at her mercy, so what else could he do but heed it? 

It's what he wants too. He knows, too, that it doesn't exist out of nowhere. That his eyes catch guiltily on the pale, exposed flesh above the hem of the towel that's wrapped around her chest. Trent anchors a hand on her thigh, the heft of his palm keeping her pinned, or weighing her down and he wonders, if that's what he's been doing since they left, mooring her to the floor of an ocean that they can't surface from. In the bedroom of a kind enough stranger, using hot water that's not theirs. Still, the skin of her shoulder is soft against his lips, slightly chapped from the cold, kisses slow, dragging upward, into the crook of her neck. 

"You should tell me to stop." He murmurs, spoken into skin like confession, even though no motion is made to do that, hands gently guiding her to lay, back flat against the mattress. And Trent's still treating her fragile, or he just knows the stakes are too high for him to not. Mot enough to stop though. Trent cradles her jaw, with hands that have always been patient with her, gentle too. Hands he's always kept to himself. Kisses her mouth, this time with more intent, the creeping-ins of want that feels like vibrating floodgates, like a matter of time. It's like Jessie was always inevitable, sighing into her mouth at the feeling. @fangshoney

[fangshoney]

SHE SHOULD TELL HIM TO STOP, that's where he's right. It's where he's so glaringly right that it makes her want to do the opposite of what he says just because of how much her head is throbbing, her heart knocking against her chest with equal measure with the way her hand moves against him as she's laid back. His kiss is slow, touch so gentle it might as well not be there at all, but it's because he's moving at her pace, a pace that's likened to a scared animal amongst headlights. Jessie knows that this is something that she's probably overlooked. All the times she reached for him, all the times she so desperately wanted him around — he's been there every time. Through the good and the bad it's been him she's rested her head on, and Jessie feels herself continue to sink into the mattress without even moving. Guilt and sadness were already on her shoulders, as is fear and Jessie's need to fuck everything up without trying.

The redhead is shifted again, or she thinks she is, all she knows is that he's perched over her and she keeps one arm locked around the upper part of her towel to keep it clasped shut. The door is too close to the bed. She notices that first, but forces her eyes shut, because if it's just them in the room she isn't so afraid of her heart beating so loudly that her movements are staggering. It's Trent, she reminds herself. Her rock, the one that has done nothing but support her and bring her back from the ledge every time. It's Trent, which is what hooks her arm around his neck to keep him there as he cups her jaw. She breathes him in, lips following his lead to the best of her ability because her head's pounding matches the ringing in her ears. There's tears prickling in the corners of her eyes, but she pulls away from his kiss to press her own against his Adam's apple, dragging her hands along his shoulders in almost a massaging motion, pressing him closer because if she doesn't he'd fall away, melt between her fingers or be tugged into darkness and she'd be left alone again.

"I don't wanna stop," Whispered into the skin of his neck as she presses her forehead against his damp skin. "You're so warm." The goosebumps are still there, her forearm dropping from her towel to push herself to meet him half way, spine bringing her upward into him to press their bodies together. Jessie gives him another kiss, short, trying to fix her breathing afterwards because she's overwhelmed and he's so far away even when he's pressed against her. There's a shaky sigh, nudging her nose against his. "Come closer."

[bloodrodeo]

"I ain't never bullshitted a day in my life." He insists, though he's got on a toothy grin and Jessie was his best friend before they were in love, so she knows that's not entirely true. Trent still hasn't gotten used to the mornings spent with her, the ease of it, how painstakingly grateful he is to wake up and not have to think about where they're going to be sleeping that night. When she points out the burner, a laugh echoes out of him. "That's crazy." He says, as though he surely couldn't be responsible for forgetting. "Damn, all right. We're switching. I'll do coffee." He decides, giving her ass a couple pats, can't help himself, as he strides over to the freezer to get the ice.

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Jessie turns on the burner with a flick of the wrist, peering at Trent from the corner of her eye before shaking her head with fond amusement. There's birdsong echoing through the kitchen along with the now sizzling from the pan, and while Jessie can say it's peaceful, she's also really excited just to have security in their housing for once. There was no running out of here with the assumption they were going to die, there was no villains or gunshot wounds, and the horses were probably greedily drinking in attention at the stables they're renting. Everything seemed a little too perfect, but Jessie wasn't going to fight.

"We're about two hours away from Orlando," The redhead pipes up. "Kinda wanna plan a trip to Disney while we're here." Because she didn't think Florida was Trent's end goal, but she wanted to make the most of it.

[fangshoney]

@bewitchingbaker †

"I think it's blueberry."

[fangshoney]

@quad4xel †

"I'm here t'help you, but if you're not wantin' me here I'll just leave."

[fangshoney]

this is an itty bitty starter call while i finish watching the pitt :3 after i'll dive into drafts

[fangshoney]

goodmorning from me and jessie's heart cake . it's blood infused, mixed with fresh strawberry jam in the middle <3

[kaisources]

. ݁⋆⁺₊✧ 🔪ཀཀ : BLOOD IS THICKER THAN ... roleplay crime sentence starters, based on CRIME FILMS. genre: mystery, thriller, crime, organized crimes. trigger warning: blood, murder.

I don't know, I just had to get out of there.

We're having a party. Want to come?

You know, I could be in a whole lot of trouble.

It was foolish of me to start down alone in the dark.

It's like being buried alive.

Don't worry. I can always scream for help.

You wouldn't happen to know why [he/she/they] did it, would you?

Don't you ever stop to take a breath?

I'm afraid I've never seen you before, believe me, I'd remember.

I think the entire building's gone mad.

I've never understood why most people will do things in the dark that they'd never think of doing in the light.

I'm beginning to wish I were that friend of yours.

I am tired. Couldn't we stop and rest a minute?

One of us should have counted the steps. Maybe we'd qualify for the Olympics.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Dead? Who is it, do you know?

Haven't seen much of you lately.

Hey! What are you doin' here? I knew it was you.

I know you you're the only person who can say my name without makin' it sound like a joke.

Don't these things just kill you?

I wonder if you'd have a few minutes you could spare?

I don't keep a lot of cash around!

I know it's supposed to be fixed, but so is everything else.

This is the only place left where you can tell for sure who the bad guys are.

Where have you been? I'm beginning to wonder.

I wish you'd stop looking as if I'm supposed to know what you're talking about.

I can't just leave the country! I have a job. They'll ask questions!

Now, look. No questions…

We don't want you to miss any of the action here.

I have no idea what the police think!

I'm sure I would have been the first to know about this.

You've got to give [him/her/them] a chance. No one else seemed to care!

I was just trying to call you, but the phone was disconnected or something.

I heard you wouldn't be here at all for a few days.

I didn't know what time you'd be leaving.

Tell me, how many more of these questions do I have to answer?

Someone threatened to kill me unless I left the country!

Oops. There, you've done it. Don't you want to play by the rules?

Listen, all I know is that somebody's trying to kill me.

Forget it. Forget the whole thing!

Why did you run away from me?

You're still frightening me, [name]. What's going on?

Are you following me? What did the police say?

I don't need my head examined, [name].

Have you got something to tell me?

I don't usually make that mistake.

I really don't know you. I wish you'd believe that.

Why did you agree to see me, then?

I want to know whether or not I'm insane.

Do you know that difference? Between right and wrong?

Are you going to tell me why you doubt your own rationality?

I think you'd better tell me something about yourself.

Why are you afraid of questions?

You don't know what you were doing two years ago?

There is no such thing as the sort of amnesia you describe. There never has been, and there never will be!

Don't you want to hear about it first?

I think you better keep it. The deal's off.

I been trying to decide whether you're lying or you're just crazy.

I've been completely alone. Eating alone, spending my nights alone and I never questioned it. Not once.

I got a sneaky feeling, even if I don't do anything, I'll still earn it.

Take a look. My whole life's in there. It's so empty.

You could at least look like you believe me!

You don't even talk like a detective.

What if someone wants you playin' this thing all alone without any help?

What's the name of that place?

I'm beginning to wish I had a gun.

What do you think happened to [him/her/them]?

I don't know? What do you think I hired you for?

What do you think that means?

You know, every time I decide you're sane, you come up with something like that.

You don't look very surprised.

Now what do we do now?

What do you think would happen if you told me something?

People don't belong to people, [name].

[He/She/They] are taking a chance…on keeping you alive a little longer.

What will you do for me then, when the shooting starts?

Look, what good will it be knowing that if you're dead?

Is this any different from being dead!?

Isn't temper an awful thing?

Better take this. You might need it.

You said you were the same as dead. But you're not!

The police are coming! That's why I came up!

There was nothing I could do to stop it!

I should have known what [he/she/they] wanted to do.

I was worried when you didn't call.

Well, you better start practicing some happy unemployment jokes.

You don't really want to remember anything, do you?

I'm beginning to think you're all alone for a reason.

Listen forget what I said. It's been a day. Let's talk it over in the morning.

How many times have you been here?

You're something of a perfectionist.

You wanted me to commit first, without promises.

Do you really think that keeping me alive will help buy back your soul?

Don't you know why I'm here, [name]?

How can I make any promises when I don't even know who I am?

You'll be dead before you hit the bottom.

You didn't grow old in this business and taking those kind of chances.

You deserved better. You don't have to worry about me.

Killing isn't my job. There are plenty of people to do that.

There's no one to help you. No one you can talk to.

Didn't I make it clear that I never wanted to see you again?

Why do you go on asking me these stupid questions!?

You don't really want to remember anything, do you?

You're not sick, You've been bruised.

If you have the courage to face that thing that made you forget. Whatever it is, I don't want to know about it.

It's too bad you missed the funeral.

Isn't that why you killed [him/her/them]?

No. I couldn't have done anything to [him/her/them]!

For God's sake, [name], what are you doing?

You were right. I had nowhere else to go.

I think I've found what we've been looking for...

Violence is something new to you, isn't it?

I didn't know how to handle something like this.

Fuck you, you killed [him/her/them]!

Whatever happened to human beings?

Do they look like human beings? They are just statistics.

I won't let you have this, [name]!

At least I'll know why I'm being murdered.

For once in your life, you've chosen the wrong side!

I…don't know anything about killing, [name].

One phone call, and it'll be too late.

Do you know… why it happened?

[bloodpsalm]

A defeated sigh slipped out of him as she turned away, and really, he should have known it was coming. Jessie was stubborn. Klaus realized that during the very first conversation the two of them ever had, and it only made him want her more.

He was guilty, after all. Guilty of not returning her calls, guilty of leaving hybrids behind to watch her every move, all because of some fear he could never shake. Jessie could handle herself. He knew that better than most. She was a perfect killer when she needed to be, but she was still his, and Klaus would never be comfortable knowing she was out in the world without some form of his protection near her.

“Yes, my love.” Klaus stepped up beside her at the counter and grabbed a cloth, starting to wipe away the flour scattered across it. It wasn’t exactly the reunion he imagined for himself, but he could play along for now.

“I’m sure your work is every bit as important as my mission with the hybrids.” There was a touch of sarcasm in his voice, not enough to fully dismiss her. Jessie always found some way to keep herself busy while he was gone, and judging by the state of the kitchen, today was no different.

His eyes moved toward the treats before returning to her. “What would you like me to do?” he asked, folding the cloth in his hand.

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Jessie continues to clean the space, rinsing off the dishes before opening the dishwasher, her gaze not even meeting his as she shrugs. "You ever made macrons before?" She asks, reaching over to grab the spoon from the pot that rests on top of the stove. Popping the spoon into her mouth, she uses her free hands to glide the pot from the burner to the sink. Her tongue laps around the spoon with a sigh, it's coated in blood, and she smiles slightly at the taste of blackberries she mixed it with.

Vampire blood is her drink of choice. More specifically his, but she's found workarounds to her picky eating just as easily as she found workarounds for going out in the day with a busted ring. Jessie's nothing if not careful, and while other vampires starve themselves or drive themselves crazy, she's been living in moderation since day one.

"You could take the frosting that's in the fridge and put them between the cookies that are over by the toaster." Jessie hums, not turning her back to look at him. "Shouldn't take long."

[quad4xel]

HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE WATCHED BY OTHER VAMPIRES. all his life, he's been either told or convinced that hunters are the problem, that he can never tell another vampire what he truly is because he'll be killed for it, that he's an abomination. it's why he's kept to himself the entire time he's lived in boston, only made friendly with the small coven of vampires in salem. but never has a vampire been made aware of the fact he's a vael. it's only when alexei sees jessie's arm that he remembers just how different the entire vampire species can be.

❝ йисус христос... ❞ JESUS CHRIST... his eyes are wide, stomach uneasy. the last time he saw something like this was over a century ago, when he saw the charred body of his own father in the sitting room of his childhood home. his fingers hover over the other vampire's arm before he whips his head away, stifling a gag. is he capable of breaking her arm ?? perhaps, but the thought of touching it has him beside himself. ironic, a vampire that will drink gallons of blood a day for upkeep can't look at burning flesh.

[fangshoney]

It figures that this would happen to her. Alexei is nice enough to endure her whining while she internally freaks out, but who wouldn't if they were left to rot. Now she has no ring anymore, and is stuck doing things in the night time while she tries to find another witch. A needle in a haystack considering most witches don't mess with vampires in the first place. "Break my fuckin' arm, 'Lexei." Jessie says again, watching as the sun-kissed skin of her arm bubbles and blisters, a hiss escaping pink lips as she squeezes her eyes shut. If he wasn't going to do it, she'd find someone who would. "It hurts,"

[dailygingerheads]

LIANA LIBERATO. "Scream 6" Interview.

[fangshoney]

goodmorning from me and jessie's heart cake . it's blood infused, mixed with fresh strawberry jam in the middle <3