𝙱𝙰𝚄𝙴𝚁.

𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ִֶָ𝖓𝖔 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍.

[nutsos]

made a discord so quickly before i zzz

[mortivivens]

'' if i told you , you'd think i was on the hooch ! ''

laughter  tipped  her  head  back,  a  grin  splitting  her  lips  wide  enough  for  her  teeth  to  expose.   “ you’d  be  surprised  what  i’m  willing  to  believe. ”  she  said  it  between  gasps,  laughter  spilling  easy,  effortless,  as  if  the  world  &  all  the  problems  it  hosts  had  briefly  stepped  aside. 

as  if  believing  was  as  simple  as  taking  in  air.  sometimes,  she  told  herself  stories  just  to  keep  the  world  from  feeling  too  hefty.  other  times,  belief  was  a  way  to  smooth  the  edges  of  who  she  was.  something  that  made  her  easier  to  swallow  for  others,  easier  to  keep  close.

“ besides,  i  doubt  you  could  tell  me  anything  more  absurd  than  what  i’ve  already  seen. ”

people  pushing  themselves  to  the  brink,  tearing  themselves  apart  for  a  target  just  out  of  reach.  the  figures  operating  in  the  twilight,  claiming  peace  with  lips  that’d  never  spoken  honesty.  the  soft  details  of  devotion,  the  way  lovers  look  at  each  other  as  if  nothing  could  ever  break  them,  until  it  does.  she  had  seen  it  all,  over  &  over,  enough  to  convince  herself  that  sometimes  things  happened  differently.  that  sometimes,  what  she  wanted  to  be  real,  was.

[mortivivens]

i'm challenging you to an arm wrestle.

prompts for the romance of banter.

“ an  arm  wrestle. ”  she  repeated,  a  laugh  slipping  through,  her  words  tasting  of  what  she  hadn’t  felt  in  far  too  long.  unburdened,  untamed.  it  was  a  novelty,  almost.  improper,  certainly.  &  for  that  reason  alone,  she  agreed.

“ if  this  is  your  way  of  getting  me  to  hold  hands  with  you,  you  need  only  ask. ”   her  arm  extended,  not  to  be  grasped,  but  to  be  examined.  the  pale  skin,  the  veins  still  alive  with  pulse,  the  strength  carved  not  by  magic  but  by  necessity,  for  survival.   “ since  you  insist,  don’t  expect  me  to  go  easy  on  you. ”

[coastercruushed]

oh, the poor vampire! coming into the abandoned amusement park for some sort of solace only to find a mapplethorpe instead. it was kind of nice, though. he didn't have to keep up with his charade of pretending to be some weird homeless kid like he usually did. no, she could tell that he was dead right off the bat. he was almost relieved. he wasn't the best liar.

he can't help but laugh, rolling midnight blue eyes as he leans forward slightly. "oh, my sense of humor? it seems you have none at all! a real boring bird, you are."

[mortivivens]

all  he  seemed  to  do  was  wind  her  irritation  tighter,  pulling  it  to  the  breaking  point.  with  every  drop  of  blood  slipping  away,  wasted,  so  did  her  patience.  steadying  herself  was  impossible  with  the  smug  prattling  of  a  ghost  who  had  nothing  better  to  do  than  haunt  her  final  moments. was  this  a  hallucination ?  could  she  even  suffer  from  one ?  the  dizziness  made  it  hard  to  tell.

she  exhaled  sharply  through  her  nose,  barely  a  scoff,  pressing  a  firm  hand  against  her  side  where  the  wound  throbbed  with  more  life  than  her  unwelcome  company.   “ i’ve  no  use  for  a  dead  boy’s  opinions  on  my  character, ”   she  barked,  teeth  bared  in  a  brief  surge  of  energy.  still,  somewhere  in  the  haze  of  her  reality,  amusement  shone at her own thoughts.   “ but  that  means  you’ll  find  me  terribly  dull  company  when  i  die  here.  stuck  with  me,  haunting  this  miserable  place  together.  a  real  tragedy. ”   her  echo  trailed  off,  fading  with  her  vigor.

[mortivivens]

if i write 3 more things throughout today, i can begin making my little harley blog ... as a treat 🩷

[tenderments-m]

“   you don't like spontaneity?   some people say it's my best quality.   anyway, there's a checkpoint up ahead.   lots of nosy people.   a dog.   we should be fine.   again, unless you're smuggling drugs or something.   you're not, are you?   ”

[mortivivens]

“ nothing  on  me  should  concern  them,  i’d  like  to  believe. ” a lie.   “ i’ll  agree  [ … ]  so  long  as  i’m  not  going  alone. ”

[bitchtoss]

Emily Browning photographed by George Chinsee, 2017

[bloodebayou]

The woman is nothing like what he expected -- he, of course, makes few assumptions about potential clients, however, he does anticipate that they will appear more well-kept. Her nature is known to him, those angular teeth as visible to him from behind her lips as if they were bared, but it makes no difference.

"Certainly, shè. I would venture a guess that that is why you came here." Even clients are not afforded any forced courtesy. "Tell me what you have in mind, and I'll tell you what I can do for you, wi? ... You can afford it, can't you?"

[mortivivens]

it was impossible to take offense, for she knew her means, just as she knew her own persistence. “would i be here if i couldn’t?” money was never the real currency. not for beings like them. offers had been refused before, but she held fast to the certainty that everyone, eventually, lowered their price.

so, she continued: “i need a cloak.” she let the fabric slip through her fingers one last time. “for my readings. something that could hold presence, but won’t scream for attention.” at last, she turned to him, every passing second condensing the air of carefully crafted confidence around her.

“long but not heavy, lined with something fine but subtle. meant to be felt, not seen.” measured steps drew her to close most of the distance between them, almost bearing the prestige of authority, as though it belonged to her by right. “& the hood [...] deep enough to hide me, should i need it.”

yet in her pause, a crack formed & she looked away, doubt swallowed before it could materialize. “i came to you because i know you can make it.” her jaw tensed despite the reassuring smile being offered. “& i’ll pay you in parts, when the readings are good, so is the income. you’ll get what you’re owed.”

[mortivivens]

@horroreverent answers the first toll.

the  moment  his  presence  chose  to  manifest,  she  felt  it.  an  icy  chill,  deeper  than  any  cold  she  had  ever  endured  in  her  long  existence.  perhaps  it  was  instinct,  a  biological  response:  the  blood  retreating  from  her  core,  pooling  in  her  limbs,  bracing  her  to  flee  or  fight.  that  was  the  burden  of  him,  the  sheer  magnitude  of  his  being.

it  had  her  cornered,  claws  bared,  poised  to  rip  through  flesh  &  muscle  should  anything  dare  approach.

“ you're  deteriorating. ”  just  an  observation.  his  longevity,  his  scent,  the  slow  decay  of  a  threat  far  older  than  time  itself.  it  was  unequivocal.

[mortivivens]

@owestwind answers the first toll.

she  stopped  short,  turning  to  face  the  woman  who  had  been  trailing  her  for  several  hallways.  a  quiet  laugh  slipped  from  her  chest  ;  more  breath  than  sound,  light,  almost  amused.

“ i  fail  to  take  you  seriously  with  that  […]  thing  perched  on  you. ”   words  came  with  a  shameless  smile.  quite  out  of  place,  considering  that  every  wasted  second  pushed  someone  closer  to  the  edge  of  death.  but  there  it  was,  as  if  the  urgency  of  it  all  never  quite  touched  her. 

[mortivivens]

@jessiebites answers the first toll.

with  the  back  of  her  hand,  she  tapped  out  a  lazy  beat  against  the  door,  just  enough  to  keep  from  startling  anyone.  hinges  groaned  as  she  pushed  it  open,  &  light  swallowed  her  whole.  too  bright,  too  sterile.  the  rows  of  metal  cages  gleamed  under  it,  each  one  housing  a  sick,  shivering  animal.  the  stench  of  rot  barely  hidden  by  the  antiseptics.  in  front  of  one  of the cages,  a  redhead  crouched  low,  hands  steady  &  eyes  locked  on  the  frightened  animal  in  her  care. 

the  night  stretched  long ;  margarethe’s  shift  had  started  hours  ago,  but  only  now  ( after  a  painstaking  tour  of  the  clinic )  was  she  finally  cut  loose,    able  to  find  her  new  coworker. 

“ you  should  get  some  rest.  i’ve  had  the  whole  morning  to  sleep.  it’s  your  turn  now. ”   the  demand  came  soft,  easy,  nearly  mistakable  for  concern. 

whether  the  other  woman  was  worn  out  or  not  ( whether  she  even  registered  exhaustion  the  way  normal  people  did ),  pulling  an  all - nighter  didn’t  bother  margarethe.  neither  did  the  initial  promised  pay.  more  than  anything,  this  job  offered  her  a  distraction  from  her  usual  nocturnal  routine.  something  to  fill  the  hours  when  sleep  wasn’t  an  option.

[mortivivens]

considering making a h.arley q.uinn. thinking. thinking.

[coastercruushed]

can you surrender that in which you most desire? // written by billie. indie mapplethorpe landis from crazy fun park. credit ( x )

[mortivivens]

@meteorea answers the first toll.

leaning  against  the  tree,  the  night  settled  over  him,  suffocating  as  a  burden  left  too  long  untouched.  she  didn’t  bother  masking  her  arrival,  there  was  no  need.  still,  her  steps  faltered  just  shy  of  him,  as  if  the  moment  had  played  out  long  before  she  even  stepped  forward. 

“ you  looked  so  lonely.  i  thought  i’d  spare  you  some  mercy. ”   words  tumbled  free,  wrapped  in  a  humor  so  thin  it  barely  concealed  what  lay  beneath.  she  would  never  admit  it  ( not  in  this  lifetime  or  the  next ),  but  the  only  soul  here  aching  for  company  was  her  own.

[mortivivens]

@midweast answers the first toll.

the  music  pounded ;  a  gut  rattling  thrum  that  reached  even  where  she  sat,  cradling  the  limp  weight  of  her  latest  leniency.  his  pulse  barely  stirred  against  her  fingers.  a  nobody,  the  kind  no  one  would  miss  on  a  night  like  this,  drowned  in  sweat  &  sequins.  the  tree  behind  them  still  held  the  phantom  of  their  earlier  embrace.

there  was  no  need  to  turn  &  confirm  the  new  presence.  she  felt  it,  despite  the  lightness  of  their  steps.  “ was  the  dance  floor  not  enough  for  you ? ”  she  asked,  voice  dense  with  the  last  traces  of  him,  jaw  sliding  back  into  place  with  a  languid  click.

[mortivivens]

@madamegovernor answers the first toll.

the  sky,  thick  &  black  as  tar,  had  been  brooding  all  afternoon  with  a  storm  coiled  tight  in  its  insides.  then,  without  warning,  it  gave  in.  rain  didn’t  fall  so  much  as  collapse,  pounding  the  earth  in  a  harsh  rhythm.  within  moments,  the  campus  of  shiz  was  drowning  in  it ;  puddles  swelling  into  small  lakes,  pathways  dissolving  into  streams.  there  was  no  running  for  cover,  there  was  only  waiting.

huddled  beneath  the  narrow  overhang,  the  girls  stood  shoulder  to  shoulder  in  the  heavy,  rain - soaked  air.  margarethe  tightened  her  coat  around  her,  lifted  her  gaze  to  the  churning  sky,  &  let  out  a  soft  curse.  she  should’ve  brought  an  umbrella.  as  if  that  would’ve  made  a  difference.

“ even  the  heavens  seem  temperamental  tonight. ”

[mortivivens]

considering making a discord to plot pre-stablished relationships— exactly what’d heal me in these trying times.