Milk and Sins

𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼

[milkandsins-a]

Independent, Active, and Selective - Eleanora (Nora) Bishop (Original Character with verses in 1883, The Last Of Us, Stranger Things, The Vampire Diaries, Modern and more)

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[milkandsins-a]

Nora has been revamped and moved on over to @milkandsins with Eden <3 Thank you for the love here and I hope to see ya'll there

[greelin]

they’re burning me at the stake tomorrow. If anyone wants to come

[rpmemepalkia]

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[dreamyvixen]

“She looked like, if you bit her, milk and honey would flow from her.”

— Franz Kline (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

[milkandsins-a]

They're in the middle of a heated argument when he grabs her by the waist and presses her against the wall. His lips suddenly devoured hers in a very passionate kiss, one full of frustration and need.

Nora’s brows shot up the second her back met the wall, the impact knocking the breath clean out of whatever harsh words had been sitting on the edge of her tongue. For a split second she stayed frozen in pure, wide-eyed surprise, caught somewhere between frustration and the dizzy realization that he had just flipped the entire argument on its head without asking permission.

Her anger faltered and she hated how much she liked that shift, when someone finally stopped dancing around her and just took control of the moment. Hated it mostly because she would never admit it out loud.

Nora melted into the kiss with a quiet, involuntary surrender, her hands sliding up to fist in the front of his shirt, knuckles tightening in the fabric as she kissed him back with equal force. If this was how he wanted to argue, then fine. She could speak this language too.

[mad3lyncline]

𝑲𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑬 𝑫𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑳𝑨𝑺 & 𝑻𝑶𝑵𝒀 𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑰 . as Margot and Daniel in What Would Jesus Do ? ( 2024 ) .

[angelsdrop]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ katie douglas via instagram .

[milkandsins-a]

" wanna take a bubble bath? "

"I could go for a bubble bath."

"We can make pizza rolls and eat them in the bath."

[movedarchived]

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

“IF YOU WANT TO KISS ME THEN DON’T PRETEND IT’S ABOUT TENSION.”

the argument was still burning under his skin. it wasn’t loud nor was it explosive. it felt worse than that. klaus was fantastic at yelling, breaking things. this felt cold. it felt like an ending. the kind of feeling that he’d already decided on before walking into the room. leaving. it was always about leaving.

he hated how easily he would always choose absence over compromise. hated that every good thing in his life eventually met the same fate: distance and silence. his back turned before it could turn on him first. yet… there she was. looking at him like she knew exactly how to derail him. it was as if she saw the pattern and stood in front of it anyway. almost daring him to prove her right.

without much warning he closed the distance. his hand slid to her throat, not squeezing, just keeping her still while his mouth took hers. it was possessive. the kind of kiss that was supposed to prove a point and then walk away.

except— his feet didn’t move and he hesitated. that was enough to remind himself why leaving was a mistake. at least for now. staying right now hurt. his pride. his heart. walking away would be easy and he’d spent his entire life choosing easy. something about this hurt felt different. it hurt honest. it hurt good.

it truly had never been about tension. it was about knowing he wanted this. wanted her. it was about knowing he would ruin it the same way he ruined everything he loved: by leaving. but not that day. that day the fault sat squarely in his chest. he chose to stay anyway.

⤷ ❝ RIVALS TO LOVERS? ❞

[milkandsins-a]

She stood her ground with her chin lowered, eyes sharp beneath her lashes and her brows pulled tight in that familiar line that meant she was already ten steps ahead of him. She has seen this version of him before. The cold resolve, the quiet decision that was already made. The two of them fought too many times for her not to recognize the signs.

Nora had hated him when they first met. Hated his arrogance, hated the way he had to control everything, the way he acted like everything was out to get him all the time.

And then, infuriatingly, he had grown on her. Slowly. Relentlessly. Just like she had on him, even if he never once had the courage to admit it out loud.

His hand at her throat made her inhale sharply, the sound quick and instinctive, surprise flashing through her before she could stop it. It wasn’t fear more than it was the suddenness of him, the weight of his presence swallowing her whole. Nora;s hands came up immediately, fingers wrapping around his wrists as she stared up at him. Daring him to do it.

When his mouth met hers, she didn’t hesitate one bit. She kissed him back like she has been waiting for it, hunger and greed rolling straight through her, lips parting as she leaned into it the best she could in this situation. There was nothing careful about it the way they kised, nothing restrained. She poured everything she has been holding back into that kiss, fingers tightening on his wrists as if daring him to feel it, to acknowledge it, to stop pretending this was anything other than want.

And then he pulled away.

She saw it immediately. That flicker in his eyes, the instinct to retreat, the old habit trying to win whatever battle that was happening in his head.

Still in his grasp, Nora shook her head just slightly, the movement small but her eyes never softened as she looked straight at him.

“If you leave me right now, Niklaus Mikaelson." She warned, lips curving just enough to promise chaos. “I will make your life a living hell.”

Was that toxic? Absolutely. But Nora knew exactly who she was and would do anything to get what she wanted.

[fangsforhire]

“You are so lazy. You would not survive in the wild.”

The pause was deliberate, like the insult had to queue up behind several centuries of disbelief. Lazy. Right. ( As if surviving the wild was some adorable camping badge you earned by foraging berries and pretending trauma is character development. ) Apparently surviving it meant nothing if you didn’t do it photogenically, or post a little memoir afterwards about your spiritual growth and artisanal fire-starting, huh who knew?

He’d managed an aeon of chaos, famine, wars, monsters, and the occasional apocalypse with nothing but instinct and sheer refusal to die. The wild had tried to take him apart more times than he could count, and it had failed every single time. Annoyingly so, if you asked the universe.

'Darling, I survived the wild when it was still deciding what the rules were.' The words came out smooth, almost bored, because that was the point. He could already feel the headache brewing at the idea of being lectured by someone who probably thought “the wild” meant a weekend without WiFi. 

[milkandsins-a]

The faintest smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth as she watched the wheel turn in his head. He was doing that thing again, lining up his centuries of ego, so she didn’t interrupt. She just waited. And when he finally finished, she shook her head slowly.

“You’re like a formerly feral cat turned into a lap cat, Lulu.” The nickname landed on purpose as she leaned closer, reaching out to pat his lap in a way that was entirely unhelpful, like someone consoling a creature that had just been told the outside world was scary. “It’s okay to not be able to survive in the wild.” she added lightly, eyes flicking up to his. “Not everyone can remain tuff.”

[milkandsins-a]

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

1: bad things by cailin russo; Then your fireworks set me off/I'm like a time bomb in a storm/In your arms, I'd start a war/We've both been here before/Matter of fact, I caught you lookin' back/So let's go

2: haunt by bastille; As adults will grow and maturity shows/ The terrifying rarity of truth/ As you turn to your mind/ And your thoughts they rewind/ To old happenings and things that are done

3: DYWTYLM by sleep token; And it's been so long that I'm forgetting what it feels like/ But I'd rather not remind myself and leave it all behind / And I've tried so hard to fix it all, but nothing seems to help/ But I cannot hope to give you what I cannot give myself

4: diet pepsi by addison rae; Break all the rules 'til we get caught/ Fog up the windows in the parking lot/ Sitting on his lap sippin' Diet Pepsi/ I write my name with lipstick on your chest/ I leave a mark so you know I'm the best

5: if you want to by beabadoobee; If you wanna take me/ Go ahead and try my head/ Experience is nothing compared to/ The sleep paralysis in my bed/ If you wanna love me/ Try to get inside my brain/ Experience is nothing compared to/ The nights I'm always up so late

[fateboundfang-archived-deactiva]

Ivar let out a low laugh at that, warm and unguarded, breath fogging in the cold as he glanced down at her. “Different, hmm?” he echoed, like it pleased him. “I would be offended if you said otherwise.”

A crooked grin tugged at his mouth, cocky and prideful with a softness beneath it, as if the word fit like a well-worn blade. He shifted closer, easy now, playful in the way of someone no longer testing the ground. “If you are truly curious,” he added, gesturing with a tilt of his head toward the dark road beyond town, “my home lies on quiet land. Strong walls. A warmer fire than this weather deserves.” His eyes flicked to the snow caught in her lashes. “I look forward to you seeing what makes me so… different.”

[milkandsins-a]

Nora stayed quiet as they walked, the snow crunching softly beneath their shoes, the road stretching dark and empty ahead of them. She wasn’t usually the silent type, but the farther they went, the more the weight of her choice settled in. Her games were behind her now, and without them, everything felt sharper and more real. When his home finally came into view, her nerves started to eat at her.

She slowed and then stopped altogether.

Her fingers flexed at her side, curling and uncurling in a rare tell of nerves before she finally spoke. “So, quick question.” She said, tilting her head slightly, eyes narrowing with wary humor. “Is this some elaborate plan to kill me?”

“I’ve heard the stories.” Nora added, voice steady despite the tension threading through it. “About vampires luring other vampires somewhere secluded and filled with hunters.” She exhaled slowly. “And I’ve gotta say…...this is starting to feel very fishy.”

[milkandsins-a]

The story of Eleanora (Nora) Bishop… A FANDOMLESS ORIGINAL CHARACTER with verses in The Vampire Diaries, Stranger Things, Modern time, and more! Verses & Rules

[fateboundfang-archived-deactiva]

Ivar stopped, but he didn’t turn right away. There was a beat where the night seemed to hold its breath before he glanced back over his shoulder, slow, deliberate, a faint curve at the corner of his mouth that spoke of pleasure more than triumph.

Amusement flickered in his eyes now, warmer, “You already broke your own rule,” he said quietly, turning at last to face her, posture relaxed but coiled beneath it. His gaze swept her once, taking in the clenched fists, the stubbornness, the refusal, and he nodded as if she’d finally said something honest.

“Good. I don’t do clever lines for their own sake either,” he added, stepping just close enough to remind her she’d followed him out here. “You want more? Then stop pretending you do not feel it.”

He stepped closer without crowding, just enough to reassert gravity, then with infuriating ease, he eased back again, offering her the choice. Snow continued to fall around them, soft and persistent. “If you want to know me,” he added, calm but edged, “not the version you think you have already beaten, my home is outside your village of Mystic Falls, warm and quiet. You are welcome there.” A moment passed, icy blue eyes holding hers. “That is not a challenge. It is an invitation.”

[milkandsins-a]

Nora’s hand lifted and her fingers tucked a strand of her hair back behind her ear as the weight of the moment settled in. For the first time ever, the familiar armor of her games felt thin. Ineffective. She liked her games. They kept people where she could see them, where they couldn’t reach anything real. Safe distance and clean exits. But standing there in the snow, watching him give her the choice instead of chasing it, she knew if she kept playing the same way, the night would end right here and he would be gone with it.

That thought twisted something uncomfortable in her chest.

Her shoulders eased, just slightly, the sharp edge of her stance softening as she gave a small nod. “I’ll come." she said quietly, the words steady despite how unfamiliar they felt. She closed the remaining distance between them, stepping to his side, snow catching in her lashes as she blinked up at him.

“You’re different,” Nora added, not bothering to explain, not ready to unpack the realization out loud. She nodded with her head in the way he was heading, falling into step with him.

[fateboundfang-archived-deactiva]

Ivar rose slowly from his seat, the movement unhurried, less of a departure than a dismissal. His mouth curved with a knowing smirk as he offered her a brief, almost mocking bow, the kind that acknowledged the game while refusing to kneel to it. “Then I will not waste either of our time,” he said evenly, calm as ever, eyes steady on hers. “I do not play simply for the sake of it, and I do not linger where there is no interest in being impressed.”

“If you decide you want more than clever lines and a game of cat and mouse,” he added lightly, already turning away, “you’ll know where to find me.”

[milkandsins-a]

Nora looked up at him as he rose with her brows knitting together before she could stop it. The smug calm in his posture, the way he spoke like this was already decided, already finished.....it irritated her far more than she cared to admit. He had to know she didn’t want him to leave.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek, jaw tightening as she watched him turn and move through the bar, the space he left behind feeling suddenly too quiet, too empty. When the door swung shut behind him, she muttered a curse under her breath, sharp and frustrated, before pushing her chair back and standing abruptly.

Nora slipped out the front door a moment later, the cool air hitting her as she glanced left and then right before spotting his retreating figure down the street. Her pace picked up immediately, steps quick and determined, just short of a jog as she closed the distance.

“Hey!” Nora called out, voice firm. “Stop walking.”

She headed toward him like a puffed up, angry kitten. Shoulders squared, chin lifted, eyes blazing with the refusal to be dismissed. "I want more than clever lines and a game of cat and mouse." Nora grumbled, hands in fists as her sides as she stares up at him through dark lashes.

[thrillrot]

| | | *ੈ✩‧₊ starring @milkandsins ⅋ kol : vampire actions     ‘ kol catches nora cleaning up after a kill ’

              THE  ORIGINAL  STOPPED  MID-STEP,  HIS  IRRITATION  BLOOMING  SLOWLY. It  wasn’t  his  own  hunger  that  stopped  him,  not  this  time,  it  was  the  aftermath  of  someone  else’s.  Blood  had  already  been  spilled,  its  warmth  still  hanging  in  the  air,  sharp  and  unresolved,  suggesting  that  someone  had  fed  and  then  .  .  .  lingered.  Amateur  behavior.  Kol  rolled  his  shoulders  once,  debating  whether  it  was  worth  the  detour,  then  turned  anyway.  Curiosity  had  always  been  his  worst  habit.

The  smell  led  him  to  an  alley,  a  narrow  one,  boxed  in  by  brick  that  had  seen  worse  nights  than  this,  and  lit  just  enough  to  make  the  mistake  obvious.  Kol  watched  from  a  few  paces  back  as  the  other  vampire  tried  to  fix  it,  observing  how  the  realization  slowly  set  in  that  it  couldn't  be  fixed  quickly  enough  to  avoid  being  noticed  by  someone  else.  A  quiet  click  of  his  tongue  cut  through  the  stillness.

“ Oh,  this  is  painful  .  .  .  You  do  realize  you’re  making  the  worst  possible  choice,  yes? ”

His  gaze  flicked  to  the  body  only  briefly  before  lifting  again,  disapproval  settling  in.  “ Feeding’s  one  thing.  Everyone  slips  eventually.  But  standing  around  afterwards? ”  A  faint  scoff.  “ That’s  how  you  get  noticed.  You  don’t  seem  to  know  but  over  here,  being  noticed  is  rather  .  .  .  inconvenient ”  He  surveyed  the  alley  with  a  practised  eye,  already  counting  exits.

“ You  see,  New  Orleans  has  an  abundance  of  witches,  vampires  with  territorial  issues,  and  humans  who  ask  far  too  many  questions  for  their  own  good.  So  you  don’t  clean  this  up.  You  don’t  fix  it.  You  simply  leave ”  A  single  tilt  of  his  head  followed,  invitation  and  command  all  at  once.

“ C’mon,  before  this  turns  into  something  far  more  inconvenient  than  it  needs  to  be ”

[milkandsins-a]

Nora froze when he spoke, not because she was caught but because the timing pissed her off. The body was halfway in the bin, her hands slick and her patience long gone, and the last thing she needed was an audience. Her head snapped toward the sound on instinct, chin lifting as she turned, shoulders squaring with every intention of ripping into whoever had decided to comment. For a split second, she was all teeth and temper, ready to make this worse if she had to.

But the way he looked at the scene like it was an inconvenience, not a threat did derail her urge to lunge. So, she stepped back from the body with a sharp exhale, annoyance written plainly across her face as she pressed her tongue into her cheek and rolled her shoulders like she was physically shaking off the moment. When he turned and started walking like she was obviously coming with him, she shot the body one last irritated look before following with a huff.

“Okay, first of all." Nora said, ready to defend herself as she jogged briefly to catch up to him. “I didn’t mean to kill him. I just.... suck at stopping sometimes." Her eyes looked up at him, voice rushing ahead of her thoughts. “Stopping’s the problem. It always is. I tell myself I’ll pull back in time and then I don’t, and by the time it clicks, they're already dead.” She glanced away, irritated with herself more than him. “And then I’m stuck trying to shove a grown man into a bin like yesterday's newspaper.”