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@nightxharmonies
bite the vampire first to establish dominance
RARE PHOTO: fright night, behind the scenes
@seasonsgredence
why is this so hot
I submit this for the soundtrack for What We Do In The Shadows 2. Also, your Halloween playlist.
@frightnight4real a song for jerry to sing XD
Melanie wasn't sure how it all happened, or what had happened. She had woken up in the alley near Lux, her whole right side covered in blood. She felt light headed and weak. It was also unclear as to how she had made it back to her neighborhood. Her mind didn't dwell on it as she entered her boyfriend's house. "Jerry, I don't feel too good..." She spoke, her voice hoarse. Mel managed to take a step towards him before she collapsed.
Jerry rushes to her side, alarmed by the amount of blood. She shouldn’t even be alive, they’re way too deep, and she’s lost far too much blood. And that’s when he catches the scent of another of his kind. She’s been bitten. If she doesn’t get blood from him or from the one who bit her, she’s going to die.
Mel woke slowly, the scent of Jerry overwhelmed her. She sat up to find that she was in his bed, tucked in and wearing one of his shirts.
“Jerry?” She called out. Mel vaguely remembered being covered in blood. Now having woke up and clean, she figured it had been a nightmare. “Jerry, where are you?”
“I’m here.” He comes back into his room, he had been out in the living room, watching the tv on mute while he waited for her to wake up. He gives her a once-over, pleased and displeased at the fact she was as pale as him now, and her eyes had gone dark. “What do you remember?”
“I had this awful dream,” she responded, not understanding his question or what had happened to her. Mel pulled her knees up and hugged the to her chest. She still felt dizy.
“I was at Lux, closing with Maze. She left first, and i…I remember being in the alley, but I dont remember why.”
Jerry watches her with concern. “You were attacked.” He states softly. If there were others like him in the area, there were hundreds (if not thousands) of other potential victims, it couldn’t possibly be coincidence that his girlfriend was targeted.
"I was?" Melanie frowned. She had no memory of being attacked, or hurt, in any way. Maybe in her dream, yes, but she had decided that dream wasn't real. It couldn't have happened.
"I don't remember...I'm sure it's nothing. I probably just fell, hit my head or something."
@frightnight4real
Melanie wasn't sure how it all happened, or what had happened. She had woken up in the alley near Lux, her whole right side covered in blood. She felt light headed and weak. It was also unclear as to how she had made it back to her neighborhood. Her mind didn't dwell on it as she entered her boyfriend's house. "Jerry, I don't feel too good..." She spoke, her voice hoarse. Mel managed to take a step towards him before she collapsed.
Jerry rushes to her side, alarmed by the amount of blood. She shouldn’t even be alive, they’re way too deep, and she’s lost far too much blood. And that’s when he catches the scent of another of his kind. She’s been bitten. If she doesn’t get blood from him or from the one who bit her, she’s going to die.
Mel woke slowly, the scent of Jerry overwhelmed her. She sat up to find that she was in his bed, tucked in and wearing one of his shirts.
“Jerry?” She called out. Mel vaguely remembered being covered in blood. Now having woke up and clean, she figured it had been a nightmare. “Jerry, where are you?”
“I’m here.” He comes back into his room, he had been out in the living room, watching the tv on mute while he waited for her to wake up. He gives her a once-over, pleased and displeased at the fact she was as pale as him now, and her eyes had gone dark. “What do you remember?”
"I had this awful dream," she responded, not understanding his question or what had happened to her. Mel pulled her knees up and hugged the to her chest. She still felt dizy.
"I was at Lux, closing with Maze. She left first, and i...I remember being in the alley, but I dont remember why."
Melanie wasn't sure how it all happened, or what had happened. She had woken up in the alley near Lux, her whole right side covered in blood. She felt light headed and weak. It was also unclear as to how she had made it back to her neighborhood. Her mind didn't dwell on it as she entered her boyfriend's house. "Jerry, I don't feel too good..." She spoke, her voice hoarse. Mel managed to take a step towards him before she collapsed.
Jerry rushes to her side, alarmed by the amount of blood. She shouldn’t even be alive, they’re way too deep, and she’s lost far too much blood. And that’s when he catches the scent of another of his kind. She’s been bitten. If she doesn’t get blood from him or from the one who bit her, she’s going to die.
Mel woke slowly, the scent of Jerry overwhelmed her. She sat up to find that she was in his bed, tucked in and wearing one of his shirts.
"Jerry?" She called out. Mel vaguely remembered being covered in blood. Now having woke up and clean, she figured it had been a nightmare. "Jerry, where are you?"
Easy days {closed}
“yes, really.” She smiled. “he talked about it for a whole month, thats longer then he’s ever been stuck on one thing. Usually takes him a day to get bored with stuff.”
“I probably would have seen it, but I dont really go see movies.” Melanie shrugged. “never have anyone to go with.”
Melanie was standing by her door watching for him. She couldn't help it. She was excited to be going out. When she saw a car pull up and park at the curb, she almost ran out the door. Mel watched for a moment, waiting for him to come to her door. When he didn't, she went out to him, locking the door behind her. She refused to let any kind of emotions get in the way of them having a good time.
"Hay, Marty." She greeted him with a smile.
"You were flirting with her." (-Melanie)
“It was only a bit of fun. Nothing was going to happen…” he defends, looking surprised by her outburst.
Mel laughed with him, unable to keep a straight face. “Yes timeout, but I’m sure we can come to an agreement.”
Just then the doorbell rang a couple times. Mel sat up quickly. She gave Jerry a playfully smirk. “Either you get the food, or” she gestured to herself, pointing out that she was only wearing one of his shirts. “I’ll go get it and flirt with the delivery guy.”
“Uh. No you don’t. What if it’s some gross old guy? You’d probably give him a heart attack…” he says slipping out from under the covers and pulling on his boxers. “You can follow me though. I want him to see just how lucky I am.”
Mel hopped off the bed. “I suppose that will be just as fun.” She bounded after him like a puppy. Melanie wrapped her arms around his waist as he opened the door.
The delivery guy is probably no older than 17, and looks utterly terrified and turned on when he sees the two of them at the door. Jerry steps away from Mel to pay the kid and makes sure to give a generous tip, and then proceeds to slam the door behind him as they retreat back into the house. “Now.” Dramatic pause. “Where were we?“he says, olding the food just out of Mel’s reach as he slowly stalks towards her, backing her against the wall.
“Jerry,” Mel whined as her back hit the wall. She tried to reach the food but was too short. “Damn it, come on. I’m hungry…why are you so tall?!”
“I can’t help that I’m tall. Why are you so short?” He snickers, dashing away down the hall to the bedroom, taking the food with him.
Mel chased after him, desperately trying to catch him. “I’ll have you know that I am an average height!”
He laughs, setting the food on the bed, letting her finally catch him and take the bag away. “You’re still short compared to me.” He grins, kissing her forehead.
Melanie gave a pout, even though she was glad to have the food in her grasp. She was really hungry now. “I am not short, Jerry.” She argued calmly. “I am the perfect size just for you…”
“Well…when you put it that way…” he sighs, stealing one last kiss before she eats. “Really you are, I don’t mind having to lean down to give you a kiss.”
Mel ate her food quickly. She made herself slow down a couple times so she wouldn’t accidentally choke. Once she finished, Mel set everything aside and laid back in Jerry’s bed. She curled up in his blankets with a happy sigh.
Jerry smiles, wishing that he could feel that same semse of satisfaction, but he knows that’s just wishful thinking at that point. He lays beside her, lightly stroking her side and in general, being the softy that he couldn’t be otherwise.
Melanie moved closer to him til she could rest her head on his chest. "You're too good to me, Jerry." She smiled. "But I like to think you indulge me just enough."
Colin Farrell by Bowen Smith [x]
"You were flirting with her." (-Melanie)
“It was only a bit of fun. Nothing was going to happen…” he defends, looking surprised by her outburst.
Mel laughed with him, unable to keep a straight face. “Yes timeout, but I’m sure we can come to an agreement.”
Just then the doorbell rang a couple times. Mel sat up quickly. She gave Jerry a playfully smirk. “Either you get the food, or” she gestured to herself, pointing out that she was only wearing one of his shirts. “I’ll go get it and flirt with the delivery guy.”
“Uh. No you don’t. What if it’s some gross old guy? You’d probably give him a heart attack…” he says slipping out from under the covers and pulling on his boxers. “You can follow me though. I want him to see just how lucky I am.”
Mel hopped off the bed. “I suppose that will be just as fun.” She bounded after him like a puppy. Melanie wrapped her arms around his waist as he opened the door.
The delivery guy is probably no older than 17, and looks utterly terrified and turned on when he sees the two of them at the door. Jerry steps away from Mel to pay the kid and makes sure to give a generous tip, and then proceeds to slam the door behind him as they retreat back into the house. “Now.” Dramatic pause. “Where were we?“he says, olding the food just out of Mel’s reach as he slowly stalks towards her, backing her against the wall.
“Jerry,” Mel whined as her back hit the wall. She tried to reach the food but was too short. “Damn it, come on. I’m hungry…why are you so tall?!”
“I can’t help that I’m tall. Why are you so short?” He snickers, dashing away down the hall to the bedroom, taking the food with him.
Mel chased after him, desperately trying to catch him. “I’ll have you know that I am an average height!”
He laughs, setting the food on the bed, letting her finally catch him and take the bag away. “You’re still short compared to me.” He grins, kissing her forehead.
Melanie gave a pout, even though she was glad to have the food in her grasp. She was really hungry now. “I am not short, Jerry.” She argued calmly. “I am the perfect size just for you…”
"Well…when you put it that way…” he sighs, stealing one last kiss before she eats. “Really you are, I don’t mind having to lean down to give you a kiss.”
Mel ate her food quickly. She made herself slow down a couple times so she wouldn't accidentally choke. Once she finished, Mel set everything aside and laid back in Jerry's bed. She curled up in his blankets with a happy sigh.
Teen Wolf — Season 2 {Sentence Starters}
“I never ate anyone’s liver.“
“Unrequited love is a bitch.“
“I have beautiful everything.“
“Sarcasm is my only defense.“
“How’d you get that black eye?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see anything.”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m killing you.“
“Can’t you just trust me this once?“
“You’re a real model of self-control.”
“Go find another parking lot to die in.“
“No, this is how we’re gonna train you.“
“It’s the most nutritious part of the body.“
“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you?”
“One more question, just one: are you okay?“
“We find them. We kill them. We kill them all.“
“He saved our lives! Your life! You can’t do this!“
“I know what they are… They’re reinforcements.“
“I heard there was a party. Don’t worry, I invited myself.“
“We’re just a bunch of teenagers. We can’t handle this.“
“I won’t… I won’t see him again. I promise, never again.”
“Oh, go ahead, hit me! Hit me! I can see it’s cathartic for you.”
“I’m the one who keeps you alive, okay? Did you notice that?“
“I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded.“
“I don’t know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy.“
“You know I’m gonna have to find a way to punish you, though.”
“Please let him go, and I’ll do.. I’ll do whatever you want! Okay?“
“Sounds like the beginning of a heartfelt story, but I’m gonna pass.“
“That wasn’t my best performance, considering it ended in my death.“
“With the way things are going, I have a feeling it’s gonna be a rough one.”
“You’re the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you.”
“This new-found heroism is making me very attracted to you. You wanna just make out a little bit? Just to see how it feels?”
50 oddly specific headcanon asks.
Send me a number! (some slightly nsfw) || specify muse if needed
How does your muse feel about seafood?
What is their favorite piece of technology?
When did they lose their virginity?
Was their anything their parents pushed them to do? (e.g. sports, theatre, band)
Describe your muse’s worst nightmare.
What is a deal-breaker when it comes to dating someone?
What was the most embarrassing moment in your muse’s life?
What keeps your muse up at night?
What chronic illnesses does your muse have, if any?
Does your muse get carsick?
Does your muse wear glasses/contacts?
What are some warning signs that your muse is getting depressed?
What is your muse’s favorite candy?
Does your muse have a “victory song” and if so, what is it?
Who do they tend to bicker with the most?
Has your muse ever been hospitalized or institutionalized?
Does your muse pray, whether it be to a god or some other force?
Has your muse ever lived in poverty?
Do they have any distinct voice mannerisms? (e.g. saying ‘like’ or ‘um’ a lot, stutters)
Where are your muse’s ancestors from? Do they keep any of their traditions?
When did your muse learn about sex?
What is your muse most thankful for?
What shoe size is your muse?
Does your muse hate their middle name? \ What is it?
How many hours a day do they spend on the internet/watching TV?
Does your muse have any trophies?
If your muse was given the opportunity to go sky diving, would they?
What is the most common lie your muse tells themselves?
Has your muse ever had a pet? If so, what type?
Who was your muse’s first kiss?
What is your muse’s first memory?
How does your muse feel about crocs?
What are your muse’s biggest pet peeves?
What was your muse’s happiest birthday?
Does your muse cross their legs/ankles when they sit?
What simple task is your muse surprisingly bad at?
Did your muse ever own a Tamagatchi?
What was your muses’s first job?
Does your muse usually go for truth or dare?
Has your muse ever been to a concert?
What is your muse’s favorite holiday?
Does your muse reply to scary chain emails/messages?
Describe the first person your muse remembers losing.
Would your muse ever roleplay?
What is your muse’s Hogwarts house?
What is your muse’s first thought upon waking up?
Name a song your muse can sing every word to.
Who would your muse sacrifice themselves for, if anybody?
How long is your muse’s penis? || What bra size is your muse?
If your muse could rid the world of one thing, what would it be?