all the mermaids had sharp teeth

[prairieghcsts]

they come to drink they come to dance to sacrifice a HUMAN HEART

RULES | MUSES | STARTERS

[prairieghcsts]

I’m gonna come back here eventually, I think I want to restart my multi (again lol) and start fresh. Also will bring my OC Selene over. I’m sorry to anyone who I just sort of vanished on. Life got a lot and still is but I do miss writing.

[brainbetrayed]

* idiots to lovers romantic starters

also known as rivals to lovers / idiots to idiots but they’re lovers / rivals to besties / rivals to idiots, the list goes on. some of these are inspired by pre-existing media. change pronouns/aggressive terms of endearment/insults as you see fit! these can also be platonic of course!

“i dunno. sometimes i just… feel things when you’re around.”

“i love your ass.”

“your ass is your best quality.”

“i’d tap that.”

“i love you, bitch.”

“do you ever feel… like… you know… things? like… those warm… feelings?”

“oh my god, stop looking at me like that! i’m gonna end up kissing you.”

“sometimes you’re not annoying.”

“you don’t, like… make me wanna tear my eyes out… or whatever.”

“you love me? are you sure?”

“i don’t hate you.”

“shut up and stay. please.”

“i hate when people say shit like ‘you’re my best friend, i love you, i can’t imagine my life without you. i wake up and you’re the first thing on my mind, and the last thing before i go to sleep. suddenly all the love songs make sense.’ you know? i prefer starting it by saying how much i hate when other people say it, then say what i mean anyway. it’s way less embarrassing like that.”

“we aren’t friends. friends don’t do this kinda thing.”

“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”

“who the fuck said you aren’t funny?”

“who the fuck called you boring?”

“who the fuck said that? you’re great.”

“i don’t think you’re weird. i think you’re cute.”

“i don’t think you’re weird. you’re a dumbass, maybe, but i like that about you.”

“obviously i like you! i’ve been trying to tell you for ages now!”

“i’ve been flirting with you for the last six months, thanks for noticing.”

“some parts of you don’t make a lot of sense to me, but i don’t know why the sky turns pink at sunset and i still think it’s beautiful.”

“i want you. i don’t know why, i can’t explain it, but i just wanna be around you all the time.”

“i woke up one morning and realised i loved you.”

“you’re the worst. i love it.”

“you’re stupid, that’s what you are, buddy.”

“i wouldn’t die for you, but i think i’d kill for you. maybe. but then, that would mean going to jail… nah. i take it back. no offence.”

“did you know when i call you dude i mean it romantically?”

“what are you gonna do? kiss me?”

“you don’t look totally ugly today.”

“you look… never mind. i didn’t say shit!”

“they’re just flowers, don’t read into it.”

“can you please stop moving your mouth so i can kiss you?”

“you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

“i trust you, stupid.”

“i love you, dumbass.”

“you’re a pain in the ass but i’m glad we met.”

“of course i care about what you think of me!”

“you’re looking at me funny.”

“i’m not looking at you funny! this is just how i look at someone i hate.”

“being with you makes me feel like a better person.”

“being with you makes me feel like a better person. i look like an angel compared to you.”

“huh? what was that? are you being nice to me?”

“sorry i made things weird the other day. we can still hang out, right?”

“sorry i kissed you, that was stupid. let’s just forget about it.”

“maybe kissing you was stupid but i don’t regret it.”

“are we hugging right now, bro? is that what we’re doing? do we… keep going? do we stop?”

“i’m not going anywhere.”

“i’m here, aren’t i?”

“this is all your fault!” *it is not*

“you drive me crazy in a way that makes everyone else look boring.”

“i can tell when you’re lying, you know. you ain’t slick.”

[prairieghcsts]

not all hetero love stories are bad or "bland" or bad writing. the problem with smeyer is that she's a plagiarist and literally stole whole ass characters from l.j. smith and thought she was being slick like nobody would remember jacob black from the early 90s. yeah, jacob was never hers but she didn't even bother to change the name because she thought she could get away with it.

// well yeah that too. and she’s a racist mormon and didn’t give the quileute tribe any compensation for appropriating their folklore and stealing their name for her story without permission. she’s so racist catherine hardwicke had to fight to keep laurent’s actor because smeyer was like “oh but they’re all ‘pale’” and it was only because he’s a villain she allowed it. just awful stuff. the hetero thing was just a bit of a joke from this lesbian here and saying how I’m giving her side characters more life than she ever did (and there are some far more interesting pairings than Edward and Bella, like hello? I wanna know all about the Volturi for starters). but I agree with all of this. smeyer is awful and if she’s a plagiarist then I have no problem stealing her characters and making them my own too lmao

[prairieghcsts]

I know that twilight as a base text kinda sucks but I’m here to remind you guys that most of the rp community and fanfic writers for it think so too. hence the reason we try and rectify and change things with fanfic and rp.

this blog is heavily anti-smeyer and each character I have personally written the backstory for with only very skeleton frameworks pulled for them from canon. some I even entirely changed several details. they are essentially my own, like yeah maybe smeyer gave them names and vague ass backstories but I am the one breathing depth and life into them because smeyer only focused on the bland hetero love story and none of the side characters who deserved more. same goes for nearly every other twilight rper I know and have known too. so yes while twilight rp is based on that awful ladies text please don’t overlook twilight rp’ers cause of it

[lixtwoodsharls]

[thoranda]

They are not gonna follow us, they are gonna follow their queen. I’m not their queen.

[prairieghcsts]

ANSWERED ASK - MARIA

@volturimaster asked ❝ all you need to do is take my hand, come on. ❞ - Maria

Stupid. She had been stupid, too reckless; something she had been so careful for the past several centuries not to be. The line between expanding her territory and not drawing the attention of the Italians was paper thin but she thought she had managed the dance so well, so delicately. Were it not for her trying to get her old lieutenant Whitlock back in line, leaving her army to be overseen by an arguably inferior replacement, she would maybe now not be faced with the threat of having her Queendom cut down. While Maria secretly did not acknowledge this strange, ancient covens dominion over the vampiric world - especially not over her territory - she had never been foolish enough to test them or admit it. Not yet. Many allied covens in the region had fallen from trying. They may not have been her rulers, but they had a power she was not prepared to challenge. Until now, that was. Now she didn't have a choice. She saw the two choices in front of her blaring from the red eyes of the ancient without him needing to say it, despite his calmness; bend the knee or die.

She isn't sure why the strange, dark-haired vampire wants her hand but all the survival instincts surging through her told her it wasn't good. Breath catches in her throat as she takes in her surroundings, the walls of the canyon seeming as though they were closing in. She is cornered, several of the guard blocking her exit as their presumed leader stalks toward her. A situation the Mexican commander is usually on the other end of, but now her own army was nowhere to be found. She was alone. A vulnerability she hasn't felt in centuries. Swallowing the rage bubbling from within - fighting this was no use - she tries the only other tool at her disposal. Her wits. "Qué es esto? I can assure you I have been careful." Another careful step backward, rocks crunching beneath her heel. "I only change strays, those half-dead already, those no one would miss." While she hardly showed it, Maria felt a sense of affection for her progeny. The forgotten, the beaten down. Like herself in her humanity. They would show the world who they really were; no one would forget their names again. Despite the thought, Maria continues to plead her case. "I keep them in line. No rules have been broken."

[blondiexbiites-deactivated20260]

The desert night had fallen in a spectacle of color and drama as Madison fled from her pursuers. When the kaleidoscope of hues finally faded, it left behind a black velvet sky scattered with the biggest, brightest stars she had ever seen. Despite the frantic pounding of her heart, the stark, desolate beauty of the landscape offered a strange sense of solace. But the truth remained—this land was treacherous and unforgiving, and she was woefully unprepared. Her pursuers were older, more experienced—true predators of the night, while she was nothing more than a desperate moth drawn to a deadly flame.

Her senses hadn't picked up the telltale prickle of being watched and followed, but she knew the terrain well enough to be certain of one thing: visibility was low, and the rugged folds of the mountains would conceal her well. A human tracker would have no chance of spotting even the faintest glimmer of movement from a distance. But vampires weren’t human. The relentless desert storm, with its howling winds and punishing heat, would make tracking impossible for anyone else—but she wasn’t relying on a trail, just the path of least resistance to escape.

There were no trees or rocks to shelter behind, only endless stretches of barren ground lashed by the storm, and yet her instincts remained razor-sharp. Just because she couldn’t see danger didn’t mean it wasn’t there. Her nerves had been forged in past conflicts with lycans, her instincts honed through survival. A lifetime away from wolves wouldn’t be enough to dull them. And in the space of a heartbeat, those instincts screamed a single, undeniable truth.

She was utterly, thoroughly fucked.

The memory of her humiliating defeat and capture burned through Madison, and her mouth twitched with the sudden impulse to peel her lips back and hiss at the formidable woman before her. But common sense—and sheer fear—kept her from giving in to her instincts.

Better to do nothing to provoke Maria’s fury this time and wait until she was in better shape to negotiate. Madison had to remember that Maria was far stronger than she looked; after all, she had trapped her like a bear in a cage without breaking a sweat. But then again, Maria had centuries on her. She hadn’t needed to expend much effort to have Madison bound.

“…I’m being hunted.”

No sense in lying. Madison was so woozy she could barely sit up—hell, she couldn't, not without help—but she knew better than to ask for it. The thought of looking weak turned her stomach, but she had to focus on easing Maria’s suspicions. If that meant slumping like a puppet with its strings cut, then so be it.

“I caught the attention of vampire slayers, and they won’t leave me alone.” No pouting lips. No batting eyelashes. No twirling her blonde curls. Madison was too exhausted to keep up the facade of a ditzy blonde, and too frustrated to entertain her captor. This was her true face—a young vampire at the end of her rope, with no prospects and no connections.

“To be fair, I did nothing to provoke them. I don’t go out of my way to reveal myself or fight them. The last thing I want is to kill a slayer with children—because then those children will grow up with a vendetta, and I’ll never know peace.” She shook her head in disgust, blonde ringlets bouncing. “But this group… they don’t hunt vampires out of duty or righteousness. They do it for fun, and they never let up. Your territory is safe, and I thought I could finally rest after running from them for so long. I thought laying low here was smart. But I was wrong.”

Her gaze darkened and she exhaled sharply.

“…And here we are.”

@prairieghcsts

[prairieghcsts]

The mention of slayers makes Maria's skin crawl, jaw and shoulders tensing like a cats hackles standing on end. "Los bichos." She mutters, spitting at the ground to show exactly where she felt such hunters belonged. She had put many there herself; she'd also lost many friends and progeny to the overpowered and self-righteous humans. "They know not to come here." While her voice is still tense with anger, there is a sprinkling of pride, a slight curl at her lips at that very fact. About a century ago the stake-wielding vigilantes had seemed to give up on trying to rid the region of her and her army. Maria had been there a lot longer than them and her numbers only grew with every decade. Slinking back over to her captive, the dagger still dangles menacingly in Maria's hands. "I intend to keep it that way, comprender?"

Sharp browns drink in Madison's features; the commander saw no reason for the younger vampire to lie. Pity was perhaps not the word for what the Maria felt at the tangible fear and hopelessness seeping from the blonde, that was a sentiment she'd had to long rid herself of. No, it was more curiosity, the wheels turning in her mind as she ponders on a potential opportunity. A certain naivety she only ever saw in her newly turned or those abandoned by a creator, something she could meld in her hands like putty. "Catching the attention of the wrong people is exactly what has landed you here, chiquita. You need to learn how to be more discreet." The dagger is shoved into the sand swept in from the broken windows of the warehouse over time, dangerously close to the others leg. Maria leans in closer, a sharp nail coaxing the chin of the young vampire to face her like a feline toying with their prey. "Who is your maker? Did they not teach you the rules?" Of course there weren't exactly rules to vampirism, simply advice that kept you living longer than the average human lifespan. Something Maria had succeeded at nearly five times over. There were those who set the rules and those who knew how to bend them, and Maria would consider herself both. The former had served her well at keeping her progeny in line and the region under her command for so long.

[breakingisabella]

“because of her vital role, chelsea is the vampire aro is most dependent on and most vulnerable to. knowing this, aro has a special relationship with chelsea that is unlike any other among the guard. chelsea wears the pure black robe of the coven leaders, and she always gets what she wants.” // chelsea; the volturi coven

[iheartgot]

[elizabethboleyn]

[xtiethatbinds-a]

Aro: “Stop being DIFFICULT. Don’t forget who made you.”

Chelsea: “I have not forgotten, though you seem to have forgotten who made you EVERYTHING you are. And who can easily turn you into NOTHING.”

[prairieghcsts]

Did a nearly 10 hour day today so I’m dead but have tomorrow off so hopefully will get to some replies then. In the mean time, pls don’t hesitate to send me memes if you like 😊

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

[flowerytale]

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Idiot

[eizagonzalezs]

VAMPIRE APPRECIATION WEEK 2022 ▸DAY 1: FAVOURITE VAMPIRE: KISA : FROM DUSK TILL DAWN

[prairieghcsts]

@blondiexbiites cont from (x)

Sharp, viper-like browns study the face of her latest captive as Maria leans back on her chair, heeled boots rested up on the metal table in front of her. The only furniture in the long abandoned warehouse she used for such interrogations as the one she had planned for the blonde. Pretty, like a sleeping beauty; though Maria is not easily fooled. Her own youthful beauty had fooled many men, but only another woman knew how the outward appearance of innocence could be weaponised against those who would underestimate her. A venomous creature wrapped in a pretty pink bow. One who had been making far too much noise in Maria's territory, and who had not heeded her first warning to move on and find a new hunting ground. The Mexican commander didn't give second chances.

Her right hand and some of her more trusted soldiers had tracked the blonde to the outskirts of the region, disoriented her with their chase until she was wandering the desert, starved of blood, and then struck. The vervain laced cuffs chained around the concrete pole had done their job keeping her at bay, though Maria had grown tired of waiting. Standing up, Maria slinks toward her like a snake inspecting its prey before the final strike. Crouching down in front of sleeping beauty, she waves the vial of blood beneath her nose. Something that would even make a vampire stir from a thousand year slumber were they hungry enough. "Levántate y brilla, princesa."

As the blonde begins to stir, Maria shoves the vial back into the pocket of her leather jacket saving it for later use. Eyes flash like a warning sign, the Mexican queen laughs dryly at the first words from her prisoners mouth. Crimson lips curl sharply into a dark smirk. "Oh, that's sweet you think this is a game." Head tilts to the side, inspecting the wound at the others head that was having trouble healing, likely put there by her soldiers. Slender hands reach to touch it, though the roughness with which her thumb strokes at the scar could hardly be mistaken for a caress. "I am sorry for the violencia, little one, but if you had listened to my first warning it would not have come to this." Maria pouts, feigning regret. She was never that sorry for violence; it was something she felt quite at home with, in fact. She lets go of the others head, standing up with a sigh as she turns, her back to her captive. "You have been making such a mess around town my generals have only just managed to clean up. One might say it seems like sabotage...." She reaches the table, inspecting the instruments of torture in front of her. Reaching for a sharpened dagger still glistening with vervain, Maria turns back to face her prisoner, one hand in her back pocket as she waves the weapon in the other. "I'm only going to ask you once - why didn't you leave when I asked you?"