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“I turned you out of the kindness of my heart and this is how you think to repay me?” A lie, for Louis is as heartless as can be, but the sudden heaviness of a French lilt in an otherwise calm tone displays the blatant rage behind his words. He’d turned them because he was lonely and he’d seen an inkling of himself – who he used to be – within them. It had been a decision made in haste and it was now proving to be a poor one.
He takes a long stride in their direction, his body suddenly towering over theirs. His heated gaze is relentless. “The trail of bodies must come to an end, little one. You will draw attention from the hunters and they will come.” His warning is soft for someone so clearly infuriated and for a moment his piercing blue gaze isn’t so hot. Louis raises a hand to allow icy fingertips to brush hair from their face, the tender gesture soon warping into something more sinister as his fingers wrap skillfully around their throat. With a slight tug, he pulls their body closer, mere inches from his own. His lips part and sharp teeth are on full display; the threat is quite clear.
“They will not only come for you, but they will come for me! I will not suffer for the sake of your ignorance – or perhaps it is your confidence.” It’s only now that his eyes glow with suppressed anger, the icy blue quickly dissipating to give way to rings of black, crimson and gold. “Should you continue to behave so recklessly, you will become a threat to me… I believe I have told you once before how I deal with threats.” The strength of his grip yields, but his hold does not cease. “I have given you new life and I can take it away just as quickly.”
Reckless. There was no denying she had been reckless. She could feel it as she was feeding. Though at that moment nothing mattered, nothing, but the warm liquid flowing through her throat. As she fed, her pupils dilated, her dead heart felt like it was beating once more, the irony of it all made a small smirk appear on her lips.
That soon went away. She could see him approaching, the anger, the heat was almost visual on his face and body. She couldn’t deny the sudden fear that shiver up her spine. He spoke and at first, it was calm, which just put her on edge, she knew what he was capable of. His eyes almost burned whole on her skins. His blue hues were turning back and this didn’t surprise her.
Alora knew she wouldn’t utter a word in till he was done, she knew the wrong she had done. So, as he had his hand on her neck, she spoke while her icy blue eyes burned into his. “This will not happen again, of that you can be sure.”
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‘ tell me about the dream where we the pull bodies out of the lake ’ ‘ it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio ’ ‘ tell me how all this , and love too , will ruin us ’ ‘ we’ll never get used to it ’ ‘ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you ’ ‘ we know where the sound is coming from ’ ‘ the world is no longer mysterious ’ ‘ it’s thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster ’ ‘ i like him and i want to be like him ’ ‘ someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure ’ ‘ history repeats itself ’ ‘ i wanted to be wanted ’ ‘ frequently i was finding myself sleepless ’ ‘ i’d like my money’s worth ’ ‘ we can’t punch ourselves awake ’ ‘ sorry about the blood in your mouth ’ ‘ you wanted happiness , i can’t blame you for that ’ ‘ a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy ’ ‘ tell me you’re not miserable ’ ‘ imagine being useless ’ ‘ there is no way to make this story interesting ’ ‘ i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything ’ ‘ he told me it wasn’t going to be okay ’ ‘ the minutes don’t stop ’ ‘ every morning another chapter ’ ‘ i wanted to give you something more ’ ‘ i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you ’ ‘ you want a better story ’ ‘ i can already tell you think i’m the dragon ’ ‘ you still get to be the hero ’ ‘ i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together ’ ‘ here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all forgiven ’ ‘ the entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell ’ ‘ unfortunately we don’t have that kind of time ’ ‘ it isn’t over yet , it’s just begun ’ ‘ things happen every minute that have nothing to do with us ’ ‘ i wanted to fall down right there but i knew you wouldn’t catch me ’ ‘ you are a fever i am learning to live with ’ ‘ everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel ’ ‘ i just don’t want to die anymore ’ ‘ you want to die for love , you always have ’ ‘ let’s not talk about it , let’s just not talk ’ ‘ you say ‘ i’ll give you anything ’ but you never come through ’ ‘ i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own ’ ‘ anything past the horizon is invisible , it can only be imagined ’ ‘ you keep singing along to that song i hate ’ ‘ this is the place where everything starts to begin ’ ‘ monsters are always hungry ’ ‘ none of us are going back ’
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“Aw, c’mon.. cheer up, buttercup,” Keifer said as he tried his best to not laugh at the sullen look on the other’s face. “”
She can’t believe she is helping him again, he had a thing for getting her in trouble. Lux makes a face as he speaks, which is followed by a roll of her hazel eyes. “That’s easy for you to say, you aren’t in a tight dress.”
Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.
au’s I want loosely based on rom-coms:
two night stand: after a one night stand, the next morning isn’t pretty. muse A and muse B turn out to hate each other on the way out the door, but just as muse B attempts to leave in a huff, a blizzard has trapped them inside. no power, little food, and no way home, both muses are stuck with each other for another night.
ruby sparks: muse A, a blocked writer, has a dream of muse B, begins writing and quickly becomes infatuated with their new character. but everything gets flipped when one day muse B shows up in muse A’s apartment, real and alive with the memories and life they’ve been written. muse A must choose between living with the person they created, or making a few extra changes.
in your eyes: muse A and muse B are on opposite sides of the country, but have always had an inexplicable mental bond. the older they get, the more they experience each other’s lives (touch, sight, smell, sound), and soon are able to speak to each other.
before sunrise: muse A is on a train home from a long vacation and muse B is heading back to school. they meet on their journey and sparks fly, despite being from other sides of the world. at their stop, muse A begs muse B to get off with them and spend the night wandering the city together until sunrise, when muse A must depart.
comet: muse A, a narcissistic pessimist, and muse B, a messed up romantic, meet randomly while muse B is on a terrible date. muse A is immediately taken by them, though they disagree strongly about love, and offers them a sort of bet: they should date each other, and see who’s right about “love”.
50 first dates: muse A and muse B meet and immediately hit it off. but the next day when muse B goes back to run into them again, muse A has forgotten about them all together. after learning that muse A suffers from short term memory loss, they make the commitment to make them fall in love all over again everyday.
you’ve got mail: muse A owns a quaint small business that’s going under, and muse B runs the faceless corporation that’s taking over. both unlucky in love they take up online dating, and end up electronic pen pals with an undeniable connection. while in real life they’re enemies, online they seem to be soulmates, unaware of who exactly is on the other side of the screen.
life as we know it: after the death of their mutual friends, muse A and muse B are left with custody of their friends’ baby. the downside? they hate each other. the catch? neither of them want to ignore the wishes of their departed friends, so they agree to try and raise the baby together despite their issues.
the bounty hunter: muse A and muse B have a romantic but rocky history. their break up didn’t end well. years later, muse A - a bounty hunter - is given a new assignment: muse B has skipped court. they happily take the job and track muse B down - but they’re not going in without a fight.
just like heaven: after being in a terrible accident, muse A’s apartment is put up for rent (belongings and all) and muse B - an out of work loner - takes the place. but it’s all too good to be true, because muse A is a ghost who doesn’t remember what happened to them, doesn’t realize they’re a ghost, and does not appreciate a stranger living in their apartment. muse B tries everything (exorcism, cleansing, rituals) to get rid of the stubborn ghost, but muse A doesn’t budge. luckily (or unluckily) for them, they’re not really dead, but they’re in a coma in the hospital on the other side of town.
austenland: muse A, despite being an adult, never outgrew their teenaged obsession with everything jane austen. they spend all their savings on a trip to “austenland” - a full real life jane austen experience, where they’re given board, dress, and a make believe love interest fit for any austen novel for the weekend. muse B, who has been paid to play the role of mr/mrs. darcy for the event, begins is developing very real feelings for muse A.
me: hi tumblr roleplayer: ❝ ✗ ; ———- with BIG GREEN ORBS && a confused look grazing over their s o f t pedals, they leaned back with their arms C R O S S E D. as their pedals spread, they BREATHE, ❛ — i LOVE giraffes ! ❜
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The night was a cold one. Her head ached from the cold. The small apartment had all the windows opened, she had to get that small out somehow. When she smoked crystal it was something sort of therapeutic, it healed her or it felt like it at least. Her veins were weak, so smoking you suffice for now. Instead of wanting to go out and drink Alra decided to stay in and read. The letter keeps moving on their own, so she as she was about to lay the book down she heard a noise, looking up she saw you.
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thriller halloween plot ideas.
features slasher/supernatural/paranormal plot prompts
a verse where it’s like boyfriend/girlfriend go and visit the abandoned house of a local serial killer. then a few weeks later they start getting creepy notes in their mailbox, photos of them enjoying dinner, and oh shit who planted these camera’ all over the house? then eventually…someone has to die.
i want to do like a interview with a vampire au plot where your muse has turned my muse into a vampire and it’s really this daddy/lg help me i’m hungry but i don’t want to kill anyone oh wait oops i killed the maid and i actually kinda like this can we do this some more kinda thing…. (could totally be switched with the vampire role being a woman or m/m, f/f)
i want a fucking serial killer plot like say muse a and muse b have been dating for the longest fucking time, they’re totally in love, and then at like 2 am one night, muse b comes back home fuckin covered in blood like “ok usually i have time to clean up, you weren’t supposed to see me like this but they had 911 on speed dial and i had to come home” and it’s muse a like oh, oh shit i’m in love with a serial killer and muse b like well fuck the love of my life knows i’ve killed like so many people and idk i feel like this could go places u know
lets do an age gap plot gone wrong. muse a is an older man new to the neighborhood that one day while out walking his dog runs into muse b who is the sweet 16 year old daughter of his next door neighbors. after some heavy flirting one thing leads to another and they have sex and start this crazy secret love affair. soon however muse a realizes something isn’t quite right with his new love and after trying to break things off and move on he starts to recieve photos of them together in the mail with threats to report him to the police. muse b isn’t ready to let him go and is willing to do anything to make him stay including killing any new girl he brings around.
what if muse a and muse b are madly in love with each other, so madly in love they are ready to kill any and everyone who stands in their way? a natural born killers au where the two of them are on the run from the law after a wild crime spree and are road tripping across the country robbing banks and falling even deeper in love until one day muse b grows tired of running and just wants to turn themselves in. muse a can’t let that happen so now their partner in crime has become their captive. (additional plot can include muse b secretly being pregnant and trying to escape for a bettter life.)
lets do a supernatural plot where muse a is a century old vampire who has fallen for muse b who is a werewolf and leader of their pack. the two of them are learning how to live together and co-exist but whoops muse a keeps killiing people and drawing attention to them, muse b has to choose between their pack who wants muse a killed or the love of their life.
finally what if muse a and muse b are a loving couple ready to be married. the night before the big day however muse b is killed in a terrible car accident leaving muse a all alone to pick up the pieces and live all by themselves in their new house. one night muse a wakes up to find all of muse b’s things scattered on the floor and hearing a loud noise goes downstairs to see the letter magnets on the fridge spelling out ‘i am still here’. learning to communicate with one another muse a finally finds peace in knowing their love isn’t truly gone however their efforts to reach out to them has let another spirit into the home. one more more evil and determined to make muse a’s life a living hell.
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Tears formed in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him as if her life depended on it. “I know.” She whispered, keeping her hold on him. “I’m moving out, by the way. I found a cheap apartment and I’ll be moving in a week. It’s actually about ten minutes from here.” She finally let go of him to wipe at her eyes. “You can’t promise not to take anything. I know the need.” Leah herself had been clean for going on three years now and even she had trouble not going back to things most days. “I’m just happy you’ll be here for me.” She hiccuped, taking a step back from him. “We’re okay, though? You don’t hate me for all this?”
Her body still fit his like a glove. Slowly he pulls her closer, he knew that this commitment was big but he was willing to make it. As she whispers this news to him, he can’t help but let his mind wander. Visions of them raising a baby makes him smile as he lets go. But the next words she utters break his heart. He knows her struggles, they went through them together. “I know can’t promise anything, but this is different. I know I can do this.” He takes her hand. “I don’t hate you at all, I even want to live with you for god sake!” He can’t believe he has let that slip, he isn’t one to be romantic at all or even show much emotion, but with this how can he not?
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She still felt sick. Doing this to him, but she wanted the baby to have a good life. “I know you don’t.” She breathed out as she took a step back. “But just because you aren’t doing the hard ones doesn’t mean you still aren’t doing them. And I don’t want my child to have a druggie in their life.” Leah knew it was a low blow saying that, but she needed him to understand that as long as he kept doing any type of non prescribed drugs, she wasn’t letting him around. Bringing a hand up to rub her face, she sighed. “I don’t know, Nic.This wasn’t supposed to happen to us and I… I feel like it’s my fault. I’m the one that said we didn’t need to worry about a condom that night. And I guess I had forgotten about taking my medicine the next day.” She frowned. “I’m definitely keeping the baby though. Mom won’t talk to me because of it. She wanted me to put our child up for adoption the second that they’re born and I just… I can’t do that. I want them.” She rubbed her stomach absentmindedly.
He understands, he really does. Everything she is saying is true, but his heart burns with guilt and anger. He takes a step always from her, being too close just adds to the tension. He still remembers the night she starts to talk about, it was both of their faults. They ended things on good terms, still cared. Being in a room alone together wasn’t going to help that situation. When she holds her stomach, he feels his heart sink. He knew her mother, nothing like her. Cold faced and always on point, this didn’t come as a surprise. He can’t stay mad, this is hard on her. “I won’t take anything, I promise.” Before he can think about it he has her in his arms. “We are going to get through this, together.” He is being bold, not knowing if being with him is what she wants.