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mysecrethobbithole-blog

~ long walks in rain at night ~

#// A admirer of red roses // (( AESTHETICS ))#// Sleeping black wolf // (( QUEUE ))

WHICH TRAGIC CHARACTER FROM ANCIENT GREEK LITERATURE ARE YOU?

CASSANDRA ― you are Cassandra from the trojan women by Euripides and Agamemnon by Aeschylus. People have tried to SILENCE you one too many times, but you are resilient. Your own dignity and agency have ALWAYS come first, but at a GREAT COST. You know yourself and your inner strength, but that won't ever stop you from feeling completely alone in the world. Sometimes simply ENDURING the pain won't be enough, no matter how HARD you want it to be. Above all, you must never LOSE your unwavering hope in mankind, even as the world forsakes you. it is what keeps you human.

tagged by. @xxxlovedandlostxxx ( thank you ) tagging. @asynjja @charminglilmess @coivi @eleutherxmania @vetrovcalamity @chronorupturer @takemetochrch @blutschatten and anyone else who wants to do this.

#// All he ever wanted was to be loved // (( CHARACTER STUDY ))#// This is so painful and so accurate apart from the human bit //#// Sleeping black wolf // (( QUEUE ))

@eleutherxmania sent, “Do you know what a shower is?” // MONSTER MUSE EDITION SENTENCE STARTERS // ( FOREVER ACCEPTING. )

THE HYBRID DOESN’T HAVE ANY WORDS, AT LEAST NOT STRAIGHT AWY. HE WAS TO STUNNED BY HIS TEASING COMMENT TO FORM COHERENT SENTENCES ―― SO instead he continues to stare at Romeo from across the other side of the room as he rinses his blood stained hands under the tap. He had accidentally sliced his hands open while picking up broken pieces of pottery off the floor that had once been a beautiful crimson red vase decorated with cherry blossom ( before their black cat Phantom had knocked it off the table while jumping over it to get away from his miniature dachshund. ) They really NEEDED to get a dust pan and brush, just in case it happened again .

There’s a glare hidden somewhere in his BAFFLED expression, followed quickly by a roll of his eyes that gives away his frustration, but also one full of love and utter adoration all the same. He could NEVER be angry at Romeo for long as he loved him far to much, even if he did occasionally jest that he smelled awful.

“You weren’t complainin’ about my so called stinkiness when ya were feedin’ off of me last night, Ro. I mean if I recall correctly ya were enjoyin it perhaps a little to much, as ya told me my blood tasted like your favorite bottle of expensive red wine. Cheval Blanc. Don’t tell me ya don’t remember any of that?” He growls, lips PURSUING into a childish pout. “There was actually a moment where I thought ya wasn’t goin’ to stop.” A hand lifts up to diligently touch the plaster still on the side of his neck ( his healing factor always SLOWS down to a snail pace when Romeo drinks some of his blood ) before he beckons him to come closer. “ But stinky or not I know ya will always love me ―― and I will always love you. You have become my world over these past few months.”

#eleutherxmania #// Walking down a dangerous road // (( VAMPIRE DIARIES ))#// Sleeping black wolf // (( QUEUE ))

mysecrethobbithole-blog

Soft red.

#// A admirer of red roses // (( AESTHETICS ))#// Sleeping black wolf // (( QUEUE ))

ravenclairee

forevertheoutsiders

@charminglilmess @eleutherxmania

#// I will love you to the end of time // (( MORGAN & ROMEO ))#// I like to think we are addicted to each other // (( MORGAN& LARKIN ))#// Sleeping black wolf // (( QUEUE ))

chavvesty

“i don’t care,” i say, caringly, as i care deeply

#// You are a monster. It's time you started acting like one // (( MUSINGS ))#// All he ever wanted was to be loved // (( CHARACTER STUDY ))#// Sleeping black wolf // (( QUEUE ))

indizien-a

@forevertheoutsiiders sent, You’re bleeding ― how long have you been hiding this?! ( Abbas ) ―― memes, selecctively accepting.

𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖. Fingertips glisten red, crimson in the warm light of Morgan’s apartment. The headache suddenly makes that much more sense ―― but the absence of nausea is good. It means it’s likely not a CONCUSSION. “ Don’t worry about it, ” he says, clean hand reaching for the glass of water that Morgan has offered, the small nod thankful. “ Didn’t think you’d answer the call, ” he then adds after a minute of SILENCE, glass now half empty. “ You gonna tell me you’ve been up all night? ”

forevertheoutsiders

PERHAPS IT HAD TAKEN HIM FAR TOO LONG TO ACTUALLY ADMIT TO HIMSELF THAT THE REAL REASON FOR WHY HE WAS REFUSING TO CALL ABBAS ― OR DRIVE UP TO HIS HOUSE TO SEE HOW HE WAS DOING WAS BECAUSE HE WAS AFRAID. He was TERRIFIED that Kua had finally managed to convince Abbas that he was a monster, an adversary that he should steer clear of for the sake of his mental health, like he had done with Moa, so he had stayed away, even if it had broken his heart into a million pieces to do it. He hated being cruel ― he hated becoming the kind of person who didn't like sticking around when things got to tough for them because it REMINDED him to much of the night when Kua had gave up on him. He hadn’t ignored him today however ― as he could never abandon a friend in their hour of need.

“How can I not worry when ya look like death warmed up Bas? I think ya should stay here tonight, just so I can keep an eye on ya. I don’t think ya have concussion, but I still don’t think you are well enough to drive yourself back home. It’s also starting to get dark.” There’s a strained note in his friend’s ( his ex partners ) voice and he PICKS up on it quite easily for it strikes a chord with him since he knows that he too would be hurt beyond belief if he had been shunning him for the past couple of months.

“My phone was on silent while I was busy creating art in my art studio —— and I didn’t realize I had a incomin’ phone call until Lara told me my phone was lighting up.” He says honestly as he passes him over the glass of water. “But yeah I’ve been up all night. I managed to fit in a few hours of sleep while the oil paint was slowly dryin. Drinking plenty of coffee helps me function’ on the days where I get no sleep at all. I don’t think I could survive without coffee.” He muses, nose wrinkling a little in displeasure as he never liked admitting he was addicted to coffee. “How did you obtain your injury?”

#indizien #// Its hard to blend into human society when you have glowing red eyes // (( MAIN VERSE ))#// Sleeping black wolf // (( QUEUE ))

absinthundblut

#// A admirer of red roses // (( AESTHETICS ))#// Sleeping black wolf // (( QUEUE ))

placeabo:

▸ 𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘕 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙 — 𝘈𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘙

Vigilant predator was fatigued of distant tactics; a game of cat and mouse was best suited as a game of feral cat and dog. . if the demon so cared for the distasteful Earthly analogy. Humans rolled dissolved into creamy white, and less than a blink later, body appeared within the confines of bedroom. Distant television chatter and human food reached senses, then ears perceived footfalls in the adjacent room. Polished dress shoes purposefully pressed against the floor with enough force to generate a creak; a single creeping taste of the figure that would pass through the doorframe shortly thereafter.

❝ If you were planning on sneaking up on me, I smelled you coming a mile away. ❞ Dramatics kept the demon slightly amused, or, at the very least, not utterly consumed with the boredom of walking about Earth. Expression was entirely void of emotion as feet carried him slowly and methodically into the open, however a healthy distance was still maintained between their bodies.

❝ Care to have a little fun with your soul ? ❞

THE HYBRID HADN’T BEEN EXPECTING COMPANY TONIGHT ONCE HE STEPPED BACK INTO HIS TINY APARTMENT SITUATED ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF NEW ORLEANS. His children were out of town on a week long camping trip with their Grandfather, experiencing the thrill of seeing a pack of wild wolves out in the wilderness for the first time ―― and the rest of his family ( mainly his sister ) were working through the night down at the bar. He PUSHES the door open, takes a moment to unclip his dogs lead ( he had decided to take the miniature dachshund for a walk around the city streets while the vegetable casserole he had made earlier on in the day was cooking on the stove ) and eyes only DETECT something wasn’t quite right with his surroundings when he stands outside his bedroom door. A door that was currently wide open. He knows full well that he had closed it before he had left the apartment. Gaze lands on Alastair, who is STOOD in the corner of the room ―― and staring right back at him from his cowardly position half way under the bed was Felix, his Siamese cat, even though his favorite television show, Tom and Jerry, was quietly playing in the background, on the wide screen TV, in the center of the room. It was something that usually calmed the cat down but then again there was a powerful, pure blooded demon crowding up his personal space.

“Perhaps I wasn’t tryin’ to sneak up on ya, Alastair. Have ya ever thought about that? I actually came in here to change out of these wet clothes and to see how my cat, Felix, is copin’ with havin’ another demon invading his personal space, meanin’ my bedroom. He doesn’t seem to like ya very much. Poor cat almost seems terrified, unlike myself.” He pulls the damp shirt over his head and tosses it to one side, pausing to pick up the plain white shirt he had left on the bed an hour earlier ―― but he hesitates to put it on. It was almost as if he was testing him to see what he would do next. He then starts to MOVE towards him, shirt still draped over his arm ―― there was a million alarm bells going off inside his head telling him that this is wrong, but the sweet smell of the demon is all he can think about. He finds himself LEANING in --- hot breath brushes against the skin of his ear without realizing he is doing it. “If ya want to play with my half a soul you’ll have to earn it.” The space between the two of them vibrates with pent up energy that seemed near absent a few minutes ago before he shuffles back to a more safer distance. “I have to say ya smell nice, Alastair. You smell really nice. What cologne are ya wearin?”

#placeabo #// Being different has it only heap of problems // (( SUPERNATURAL MAIN ))#// Sleeping black wolf // (( QUEUE ))

WHY DO PEOPLE FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU?

BECAUSE YOU MAKE THEM HAPPY ― falling in love with you is as easy as breathing. You make everyone GRATEFUL to know you and loving you is a privilege. The only GREATER privilege is to be loved by you

tagged by. @eleutherxmania ( thank you :) ) tagging. @vetrovcalamity @chronorupturer @takemetochrch @wilyhog @listered @grimesucker @indizien ( to any of your muses ) @believedtruly

#// All he ever wanted was to be loved // (( CHARACTER STUDY ))#// Sleeping black wolf // (( QUEUE ))

asmeesh

The wildfires have been turning the sun red where I live.

(There's a story that goes with this. Read it here.)

#// A admirer of red roses // (( AESTHETICS ))#// Been mistaken for the black shuck once or twice // (( WOLF FORM ))#// Sleeping black wolf // (( QUEUE ))

WHAT KIND OF WEATHER ARE YOU?

BLIZZARD ― You treasure your loved ones ABOUT everything else, and would go to the ENDS of the earth for them. You’re a DREAMER with a big imagination, and put most of your energy into creative exploits. You have difficulty living in the present, and are frequently caught up in thoughts of how you WISH you did things differently. Your PAST doesn’t define you; focus on the people and things that you love, and you’ll be okay.

tagged by. No one. tagging. @coivi @endlessdrifter @siphonersheart @listered @stanfordbound @n0t-ohfuckingkay @defyxoblivion and anyone else who wants to do this.

#// All he ever wanted was to be loved // (( CHARACTER STUDY ))#// Sleeping black wolf // (( QUEUE ))

@xxxlovedandlostxxx sent, ‘something strange happened here.’ // SOFT ANGST SENTENCE STARTERS ( ACCEPTING )

THE BOTTLE OF NON-ALCOHOLIC WHISKEY HE HAS BEEN CLINGING ONTO SINCE HE FIRST STUMBLED UPON THE STRANGE MAGICAL SYMBOLS ( DESIGNED TO GIVE ANY demon unlucky to stumble upon it a bad case of vertigo ) painted on the floor with goats blood feels as though it may slip from his leather gloved grasp at any moment. The lip BARELY held onto as he hunches over to throw up the entire contents of his stomach over the side of the bridge. He is OBVIOUSLY weakened as he SETTLES himself down on the rain soaked pavement covered in shards of broken glass, one shaky hand presses against his temple to try to ward of an oncoming migraine. A dizziness settles behind his crimson red eyes but he ignores it as he watches a stray black cat walk up to him, just to offer him a bit of much needed comfort. Perhaps, his sister Priscilla would take the stray in, that is if he or she hadn’t already chosen him as their new owner. He wasn’t sure his miniature dachshund would look to kindly on having another feline in the house.

There’s a moment of long, drawn out silence ( save for the cat purring on his lap, whiskers tickling against his chin ) until he SENSES someone creeping up on him and then there’s a long, low, rumbling growl echoing from the back of his throat. His head SNAPS up, hands darting out in front of him to signal for him to keep his distance.

His mouth opens for a moment ( revealing a mouthful of glistening fangs ) as if about to speak only to close again. There are a HUNDRED different thoughts and decisions whirling through his head at a million miles an hour as he tries to work out what to say to him without also giving away that he may know the artist who painted these glowing red symbols. His father. He didn’t have to say ANYTHING of course ―― his new acquaintance wouldn’t hold it against him ( or so he hopes ) but for some unknow reason he FINDS himself wanting to give him a honest explanation.

“I think these symbols were painted here on purpose to trap demons like myself for instance.” The sound of his voice is raw, full of pain. His teeth dig into his BOTTOM lip to try to stop a cry of agony from leaving his throat. “I need to get out of here.” He sniffs, head dropping again just so he couldn’t see his face or how pale his skin has become in the past five minutes. “It’s not safe for me to be around somethin’ like this. Have ya encountered somethin’ like this before?”

#xxxlovedandlostxxx #// Its hard to blend into human society when you have glowing red eyes // (( MAIN VERSE ))#// Sleeping black wolf // (( QUEUE ))

happiihippiie

Somewhere only in dreams ✨🦋

#// A admirer of red roses // (( AESTHETICS ))#// Sleeping black wolf // (( QUEUE ))

@coivi sent, “I just wanted to help you.” // ANGST STARTER SENTENCES // ( ACCEPTING )

DESPITE HOW MUCH HE ACHES TO YELL AT CYRUS TO GO AWAY JUST SO HE CAN HAVE SOME MUCH NEEDED PERSONAL SPACE TO CONTEMPLATE ON WHENEVER HE SHOULD accept his kind offer of staying at his place for the rest of the night, his voice like always becomes a life line that HELPS him to steady himself. He swallows hard, taking much longer than necessarily to retrieve the pencil ( he had been using to doodle rainbows on the back of a old receipt he had found in his shirt pocket ) off the floor. He knows that he is deliberately killing time ―― trying to ELONGATE the moment as much as possible so he doesn’t have to turn back around to look him at him. ‘I just wanted to help you.’ His words are ENOUGH to confirm he hadn’t found the bits and pieces of his life story he had revealed to him disturbing.

He finally lifts himself back up to look at Cyrus and his expression is full of gratitude but also confusion. Why would he offer a creature like him a bed for the night? Why wasn’t he running for the hills after hearing him CONFESS on how many hunters he had killed to avenge his son? They sit there; side by side staring at each other for a long time and then the hybrid makes a quiet sound, gives him a soft nod. “I know. It’s jus’ I find it difficult to know who to trust these days. I’m not used to people wanting to help me without there bein’ an alternative motive behind it. I’m sure ya know what I’m talkin’ about. Ya have heard nearly all my life story after all except the parts about my mother. I refuse to talk about her even if she has been dead for the past ten years.” There’s a new mixture of EMOTIONS residing within his eyes now and he finds himself wanting to burst into tears. Something that hasn’t happened in a very long time. He doesn’t understand it and he sure as hell didn’t like it.

His nose wrinkles as he THINKS and then he suddenly shuffles forward, arms snaking around Cyrus’s waist ―― head LANDING on top of his shoulder. “But I accept your offer of stayin’ the night at your place. It will be nice to have some company. I’ve grown to accustomed to livin’ on my own. I warn ya though tonight is a full moon so I hope ya can handle my wolf.”

#coivi #// Scarred hunter // (( OLDER SUPERNATURAL VERSE ))#// Sleeping black wolf // (( QUEUE ))

vaememes

A BLOOD LUST INBOX MEME. TRIGGER WARNING: blood, murder, death, violence. please do not read forward if you are easily squeamish.

( send me ‘ 🔴 ’ to generate a bloody scenario between our muses. feel free to specify a number if you’d like. inspo. )

your muse wiping/licking blood from my muses lips.

my muse wiping/licking blood from your muses lips.

our muses cleaning up blood together from a kill.

my muse applying pressure your muses bleeding wound.

your muse applying pressure to my muses bleeding wound.

our muses stumbling upon a blood trail together.

our muses sharing a kiss that accidentally draws blood.

my/your muse sinking their teeth/fangs into my/your muses neck.

your muse catching my muse drinking blood.

my muse catching your muse drinking blood.

your muse helping my muse clean blood off of them.

my muse helping your muse clean blood off of them.

our muses sleeping together in their victims bloody sheets.

our muses having/sharing a blood bath/shower together.

our muses looking to the sky as it rains blood.

my muse accidentally biting yours too hard, drawing blood.

your muse accidentally biting my muse too hard, drawing blood.

my muse licking blood off your muses finger.

your muse licking blood off my muses finger.

my/your muse pleading for no more blood shed from my/your muse.

#// Yeah you better run // (( MEME ))#// Sleeping black wolf // (( QUEUE ))

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