Olivia Belmont

Beauty is a curse on the world. It keeps us from seeing who the real monsters are. Indie RP. Original Character. NSFW. Muse and Mun are over 21. Tracking #livdevious.  Lurking Deviants

[kind-hearts-deactivated20150614]

[satangross]

[livdevious]

It might be good just to start fresh again.

[livdevious]

Pardon the absence. Summer is just a busy time for me at work and I often come home too tired to write. If you want to get in touch at all, I'm on AIM as livdevious. I'll be around soon. 

[livdevious]

I hope everyone's weekend was as awesome as mine. I know I owe. I'll get on that. :]

[livdevious]

Anneliese Quinn & Jonathan 'Gunner' Dolcet

While they share the same blood, ginger hair and eventually, love for tattoos, these two could not have wound up any further apart on the belief spectrum.

While his fraternal twin would wind up being sent away and would eventually become estranged from their family, young Jonathan (who prefers to be called Gunner)  would stay in their hometown of Violet, Louisiana. He actually graduates high school, becomes a mechanic and maintains status as an upstanding Southern boy.

She would become the left-of-center quasi-dyke their father always hated, with her tomboyish dress and less-than-feminine choice of occupations. He would inherit their father's right-wing mindset, his love of hunting and general intolerance for anyone who wasn't straight, white or male.

Each knows that the other exists and at some point the two may cross paths again. For now, that meeting will remain a shared daydream; one spectral link between parallel lives.

[fuckyeahbeautykills]

(via 1992 on Behance)

[kristianlalbrecht]

I haven’t seen you in so long.

[killerclay]

livdevious found their way into the Capitol

[killerclay]

"Obviously not," he repeated his tone, rolling his own eyes at the girl. If he were to crack her skull open, would he really find as little as she displayed to him? Quickly though, she spoke again, demeanor all to familiar to the man. From the Capitol or not, she definitely carried the whore gene, at least on how she displayed herself to him, as though she sold herself for a living. He was almost eager to find out, raising an eyebrow along with a cock of his head. Was she testing him, or simply that starved for the touch of a capable man?

"Oh yes, indeed call yourself lucky, if I’m to take you under my wing without a cent from your precious pockets, my dear. Said pockets are most likely empty, are they not?" He cast her a dark, knowing look, quickly closing the gap between the two of them, one hand outstretched to the wall directly behind her. His other hand refused to sit still, moving quickly to trace along her jaw, moving her hair aside with a touch far too gentle to come from him, soon entwining itself to the hair behind her head, soon pulling it back with a rough motion. "Are you sure," his tone low, nothing but sweet honey dripping of seduction, his eyes pouring into hers, "that you can handle me? Because I think you’ve crawled into the wrong nest, little bird."

[livdevious]

Pink lips were bitten and pulled as she listened to this complete stranger making his best attempts to degrade her. She avoided his eyes, It was irritating for a moment but more amusing than anything. He couldn't possibly know what she was capable of. 

"I have m-money..." she finally spoke up in her own defense. She cringed inwardly at this stranger's touch and inside she continued to burn at his every word. Pinned to a wall, framed on every side, fight-or-flight was kicking in.

Suddenly her hips bucked forward giving a little resistance and a slight push back. Now she was upright, slightly more defiant and only a whisper away from Clay. A single finger found the waist of his pants and hooked inside, giving a playful and suggestive tug. "And I know that I can handle you." Her free hand was slyly making a move for her back waistband and the steel weapon she always kept sheathed there. "Try me, handsome."

[kristianlalbrecht]

He knew that tone of voice, she was probably slightly upset with him. "You won't..baby sit me. If anything. You'll be by my side, right? Thick or thin?" He whispered and would sink in his seat. "I am afraid though. I uh, I took opium again.." he whispered.

[livdevious]

She had to roll her eyes. He was right. It didn't matter how many times either of them fucked up, they'd probably be linked forever. "Yeah, Ki...I will. Thick or thin." This was frustrating because part of her wanted to let him figure out his demons on his own, much the way she had hers.

"Afraid of what? Did someone force the pipe into your mouth?" Now she was dragging him into her apartment and into her tiny living room. "Sit. I have steaks," and she wandered off into the kitchenette. 

[kristianlalbrecht]

He'd look at her and all of those feelings had returned. He knew she was into strange things. But so were a lot  of people. Staring at her for a moment he smiled up to her, exhaling deeply as she spoke, he nods to shrug. "Maybe. I had problems a week ago. I was uh, at a party, a rave. Actually and was beyond fucked up." He shrugs. "I feel. Okay. I'm alive. If that counts..?" He whispered.

[livdevious]

Liv's tone suddenly became very serious. "I care about you...a lot. I'll never tell you what to do or how to live but...just promise me I won't wind up babysitting you in the long run." She meant it. Though part of her knew that if Ki was 'medicated' he'd be an easier target for manipulation, but the voice in her that wanted to make sure he was always healthy and happy was the one speaking just then.

[kristianlalbrecht]

He smiled toward her as she spoke. "Move..in together?" He asked. It seemed quick, jumpy. But that's how the two lived. Fast, spontaneously. He nods as she said that she wouldn't mind more space. "My grandparents have moved back to Montana. I have the house now. It's all paid off. It's just water and electric that needs constantly paid. I mean..it's on the beach.." he said and kissed her jawline. "I know you can cook." He said to lean back some.

[livdevious]

Olivia nodded quickly. She needed somewhere she could blend in, a place with lots of people to meet and places to stash their bodies. An entire home to keep up with could afford her opportunities her little studio apartment couldn't. It was definitely a hasty move but that was just who she was. If it sounded good just then, she'd go for it. And considering her past with Ki, she assumed she'd have, if not an accomplice, an ally.

A blushing face continued to smile up at him. "I have to ask though...if you've been keeping your nose clean." Ginger brows arched his way, leading. "You look good...but how do you feel?"

[livdevious]

Olivia is hitchhiking along a desolate road until finally, you drive by. The typical thumb is too subtle, so she steps out into the road instead, hoping to stop you.

[deathandmysticism]

Polly Bodine, a Staten Island woman accused of murdering her brother’s wife, Emeline, and baby daughter on Christmas Day, 1843

[psychotic-symptomatology]

[kristianlalbrecht]

He smiled and would  hold onto her, he bent down against her. Taking in her scent, eyes closed tightly and he'd kiss her temple. "How about..I stay around here. Move close as I can and be by your very side?" He said in question, keeping her close.

[livdevious]

Liv's heart jumped up into her throat. "We could get a place together." she smiled up at him. "The lease is up on my apartment. I wouldn't mind more space..." she idly played with a loose thread on the collar of his shirt. "Plus, you already know I can cook."

[kristianlalbrecht]

-Claps; I am amused.

[livdevious]

"I know you might not believe me, but I miss you all the fucking time."

[kristianlalbrecht]

I miss you all of the time as well. I really do..

[livdevious]

Pale limbs swung up and wrapped around Ki's waist. She squeezed as hard she could, panting as she did. It wasn't often she actually wanted to touch someone as badly as she wanted to touch him just then. "I'm going to find us a set of cuffs with a very long chain between. I swear I'm never leaving your side again," she muffled into his chest.