faceless

lazy primordial being. low activity. independent. private. under co. written by alanah.

[lespire-blog]

BITE ME. 

                   ( okay, maybe not. getting bitten kind of really hurts. )                                                        promo credit.

[fyog-blog1]

starter call

[asteritm]

‘ nah, they’ll love you. and they’ll get used to you being around! honestly, they’re great at cuddling when you’re feeling sad. ‘

she’s still hanging upside down, watching, when she suddenly wonders how deep does the bottom of the couch actually go. is it ….. bigger than the actual couch?

‘ we had one, also the house seems to be pretty chill with you already — check it out, it’s already making a spot for you under the couch! ‘

[fyog-blog1]

‘ is it really? i thought this was a normal house-space! wow! does this mean the house likes me? i don’t know if anyone’s really liked me before ... this is nice! ’

slowly, ritchie sends out a tiny tendril to gently hold lilly’s wrist, again in some effort of hand-holding. 

‘ do they have names? the cat and the dog? ’

[ohfiendangelical]

He had come to the woods to be alone;  nowadays, that is the only reason he ever leaves the comfort of the city. It’s rare that he needs to surround himself in his old environments, but sometimes in his new home he feels as though he is breathing smog rather than air and everything begins to close in and feel claustrophobic.

He should have known that this forest had been claimed. He knows all to well how territorial inhumans can be when they’ve found a place to call home.

   ❛  I — um, I didn’t mean to trespass,  ❜    Zero stutters, alarmed — and curious — upon seeing the strange creature. It’s always a dangerous treat to come across something that he’s never seen before, something he cannot put a name to.

[fyog-blog1]

it’s easy (and often fun) for ritchie to take the form of various earth animals. however, it’s unlikely that anyone would ever mistake ritchie for the real thing. even now, as a cat, his form is only halfheartedly maintained -- coat black but very clearly not fur, studded with stars and a few leaves here and there. his eyes too, are out of place, too big and too numerous, placed between stars on his body. 

a tail behind him curls in delight at the politeness of the intruder’s answer and he steps forward to properly greet the other being. 

(and if this decision was prompted a bit by loneliness ... well. no one would ever know but him.)  

‘ h-hi. what’re you doin’ out here? you got past my wards. i’m ritchie. you’re not here for a deal or anything? i don’t do deals. they’re too messy. who’re you? ’

[tanadhal]

      I BECAME GOOD AT PRETENDING. i became so good that after a while,       the lines blurred between my truth and fiction.  and sometimes, when i did       a really good job of pretending, i even fooled myself.

[saphpire]

`O CURSED LOVER. ( I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU ).

original character acc. cayetana ‘cay’ gracia lorenzo. noble, born vampire, cursed woman.

[asteritm]

‘ you’re cute! i’d love to see them try and show this house to someone. it’d go something like, and here we have the Giant Lava Room Pit. a great prep room for your time in hell. why do we even have that room? who even knows? ‘

she can feel the tentative brush of shadowed hand against her own before ritchie retreats quickly to the back of the couch. she frowns before dragging herself over the edge of the couch and dangling herself off the edge.

‘ hey, listen, they’ll love you! they love having creatures like them around, there’s not many of us around you know. we gotta stick together. — I’m not saying you have to meet them, but I know they’d love to meet you when you’re ready. ‘

[fyog-blog1]

‘ are you sure they’ll like me? i mean, i don’t want to be a bother. ’

the inky, star-studded darkness retreats further beneath the couch, condensing into a small, sad vaguely humanoid shape. for a moment, there’s only silence. then:

‘ hehe. giant lava room pit. that’s a funny one. ’

[fyog-blog1]

concept: lesbian vampires

[asteritm]

‘ do I look lonely ? ’

@fyog | meme

‘ lonely? honestly —- I’m not sure. sometimes I think you might be, and then sometimes I think you don’t mind the quiet dark. how about this — do you feel lonely? if you do, I hope being here with me helps a little bit. you can always tell me if you’re feeling lonely. ‘

[fyog-blog1]

starter call

[fyog-blog1]

@ohfiendangelical

‘ oh. ’

the exhalation is barely louder than a whisper, but it echoes nonetheless in the empty space between them. 

‘ y-you’re not supposed to be here. this is my forest. ’

but he’s curious and almost positive that the intruder can’t or won’t harm him. his shadows shift as he leans out from behind a tree, eyes forming in the space between the stars on his pelt to get a better look. 

‘ what’re you doin’ here? ’

[fyog-blog1]

starter call

[s0craticjunkie-wannabe]

[ripndip]

This could b us but..

[fyog-blog1]

dang. i need to follow more ppl. where are the monster ocs 

[asteritm]

‘ hey. ‘ comes a mumbled reply from the cushioned part of the couch as she jerks herself awake. ‘ hey — yeah, I can do that. ‘ the channel is quickly changed as the girl pulls her feet up.

‘ do you like that channel? ‘

flopping onto her stomach, she dangles her hand down by the floor, waving hello as she rested her head on a pillow.

‘ oh, I forgot to mention, I gotta introduce you to the dog at some point — cat as well, they’ll want to know why their spots under my bed are currently occupied. maybe you can even chill with them, if you want. ‘

[fyog-blog1]

‘ i like hgtv. like seeing all the houses ‘n stuff. they’re nice. ’

tentatively -- perhaps almost shyly -- ritchie reaches up to touch lilly’s hand where it’s dangling off of the couch, star-studded shadows tangling between her fingers, reminiscent of human hand-holding, if human hand-holding involved what was essentially a sentient shadow. 

‘ i don’t know if i want to meet them. they probably wouldn’t like me. ’

and with that, ritchie begins to retreat, curling under the couch further so that none of the inky shadows that had crept from under it were visible, not even the part of ritchie that was holding hands with lilly. 

[fyog-blog1]

@youmaythinkyouknowme

‘ hey. ‘ pat, pat, pat, pat. ‘ hey. ‘ pat, pat. 

one more pat on lilly’s leg, ankle -- more like, since ritchie has crawled under the couch and claimed it as his territory. 

‘ can you turn it to hgtv? ‘