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The light always looks brighter in the dark, maybe that’s why I fell in love with the dark side.

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mariiusblackriidge:

He looked to the other vampire his eyes narrowing slightly with the nickname he deigned to give him. “I rather not say if you don’t mind,” he commented with polite coldness. “I guess we can go for that, yes,” he sighed hoping maybe that would be enough to persuade him to drop it. He could feel that his words had a unhinged nature. Though He could not be entirely sure until he got to know this one better. “Are pop culture references all you can do?” he asked as he took off his gloves. It’s not that he didn’t get them. Adverts were hard to get away from. After all they were designed that way to manipulate others to buy the products. He just rather not have to figure out a riddle every time the other spoke. He felt that could possibly get tiring quite quickly.

“Sure thing,” Cerberus hummed softly, a jovial grin swept across his lips. Carding a hand through his brown locks, he eyed the older in a somewhat amused fashion. He knew exactly who the other was. In fact, it practically made it his job to keep tabs certain members of the supernatural. The technology these days was a beautiful thing. “It involves a certain self-proclaimed queen of the French Quarter, yeah?” He stated, biting the inside of his cheek. Pokerfaced, he eyed the vampire before him, sensing his unamusement. Shame. He thought he was a riot. An audible breath of air slipping from his lips, an unneeded ghost of breath. A habit, it was a habit. Sam’s brow furrowed slightly, his words catching him off-guard for a moment before the expression cleared and he laughed. “No, I can shake and roll-over too.” He shrugged with a teasing lilt, a glint in his dark eyes. “And play dead.” He teased softly, shaking his head slightly, his expression resembling the Cheshire cat. His mind began to wander slowly, reality falling away in chunks as he stood there. Strangely, he began to feel like he could let his guard down around the other, much like he had around Isabella. “I’m beginning to think all of you ancients lack a funny bone.”

#c #c.marius

mariisawolf:

Mari’s eyes widened a little, noticing her almost cursed again but she let out a sigh of relief when the man caught himself. He seemed to be very stuck in his mind and all Mari could think was she sure knew how to choose the best people to ask things for. “Three. Clearly getting more and more curious.” She let out a little laugh, placing her hand on the chair. “Sorry for bothering you.”

“Sorry. It’s been a long day.” Jack replied, watching the woman’s eyes widen. Sheepishly, he toyed with the cup and looked down at the child with a smile. ‘And this is why I should be the one in control.’ He snapped back at the two other alters, keeping a calm demeanor on the outside as he looked back to the she-wolf. “Three. Three can be a handful.” He chuckled in reply, nudging the chair out for her with his foot. “You’re no bother at all. Just caught me at a bad time. My apologies.”

#c.mariana #c

fleuriethorne-deactivated201805

❦

Fleurie wasn’t one to function without a proper cup of coffee and for that she only trusted the small cafe that was nestled two blocks away from the hospital. Sure, brewing it herself would have saved her time and money but she’d never been able to figure out how to work the damn espresso machine that she’d bought upon moving away from her son. It was because of this that she sat outside of the café with her coffee in hand, her coffee laced with a tube of blood she got from work lucky the black coffee and honey blocked out its scent. Absentmindedly texting her son the phone in her other hand. The voice pierced her thoughts, her blue eyes stayed glued to her phone screen, “M’sorry, I actually didn’t catch any of that.” Her British accent cutting the ‘i’ out.

Wearing her terribly outsize teal nurse’s uniform. Her name badge a gift from a former patient, handmade by the child. She loved it, a teeny tiny blonde caricature of her with fangs. The child being innocent thinking that way only because of her job and not what she actually was but then she hides herself pretty well amongst humans.

Until she finished her text, the little whoosh sound telling her ears her message was sent. Tilting her head up to face the person in front of her. “Sorry, really important message. I had to reply too.” She quickly said, not wanting to come across as rude to the person.

rippercerberus-blog

Lazily Cerberus dragged a hand through his hair and walked down the halls of the hotel and down to the street. Gods, he hated clingy clients. He was an escort, not a relationship therapist. His mind foggy and his body felt heavier with each passing second. His body, his body was numb, just a vessel for an old soul. But it was a lot better than the enormous amount of pain he had felt when he was dying. Coffee… he needed coffee. Rounding a few blocks he found his way to the quaint shop. Scanning the shop he suddenly picked up a familiar yet foreign scent. This scent caused him to freeze and look around with widened eyes. He knew this scent. And then his gaze landed on its source. A small, lithe nurse in oversized scrubs. Ordering a simple black coffee he grabbed it and took a sip. The warmth was welcome but her presence made him wary.

Everything to Cerberus felt foreign. Everything around him seemed so detached from reality, but who was to say this was even real? That’s fine; he wasn’t even convinced that he was real at times. So what would it matter what he did? It wouldn’t. Voice, although faint, he still felt it; that was new. He was living in this moment and he wasn’t going to let past occurrences hinder him in this fictional reality. But were did fictional reality and reality itself end and begin? Or begin and end? Did the two even overlap? He contemplated this for a moment, his gaze transfixed on the lithe female before he as he looked into those familiar looking eyes. Something about them haunted him… the way the other spoke, her words… No, more importantly, who was she?

“I… I think I… know you…” He was coherent for that moment from a predisposition to stammer and stutter out words in Polish that lacked any logical meaning, overall drenched in panic. He was usually easy and went with the flow but this particular flow was a not one he could manage. Admittedly, he had been in worse company. Admittedly, he was no walk in the fucking park either. Not when he still felt detached from the world around him. Looking at her name-tag, he swallowed hard. Every fiber of his being told him to leave, to run. “Sorry, wrong… wrong person…” He muttered, quickly turning and making a bee-line from her and out the door. Making his way to the nearest bar, he sat and tried to compose his thoughts. That had to be her, his sire… “Great…”

#c #c.fleurie

terrestrial-emmy:

Emmy smiled, tilting her head at the vampire. “Afraid. Yes. I can feel it.” She spoke honestly, not wanting him to think she was feeling his emotions behind his back. Some people could be pretty testy about stuff like that. “I’m sure there’s plenty to fear after death. But I’ll never know.” Sure, fae could be killed but it was very difficult. It didn’t seem to be in her future. “Did you at least have a good life before you died?” It may have been a bit… personal, but Emmy was truly curious.

Eyes as dark as the ocean stared back at her, narrowing in thought at her words. Pensively Thomas bit his lower lip, fangs catching the thick flesh. He knew that look, oh, he knew it well. A low, growl-like chuckle sounding deep in his chest. “I am aware of that.” He stated coolly, dark eyes sparkling with amusement. “Then again, nothing surprises me much these days.” He added softly, his accents bleeding into his words revealing his true origins. He was quite old. His eyes flickering down to her lips as she spoke, eyes taking in the stained hue of whatever lipstick she wore. “Lucky you, huh? Must be nice.” He sighed. At her next question, he froze. A shiver rippled down his spine yet his face remained passive. Control. He was in control, not the beast writhing inside of him. Snapping his gaze back up, Thomas merely shrugged at her words. “Depends, I don’t recall much... After dying.” He replied dryly, closing his eyes. Running his tongue over the tips of his fangs, he pressed his fingers into the earth. “My father died when I was young, we weren’t particularly close. My mother remarried shortly after and my step-father took over. When I became of age I was married off to only have my wife lie and had my people execute me. Bashed my fucking brains out... Then the rest is history.”

#c.emmy #c

paulwesleydaily

#queue #vanity

alex-parks:

“Honestly?” The blonde asked out loud, referring to the kid currently running through Jackson Square from her, bumping into everyone as he glanced back at her to see if she were chasing him. Alex took off after him, making sure to keep her speed in check as there were others around. Once she got into the alley way between the church and some other buildings, she stopped and looked around. “Son of a bitch.” The kid was gone, so much for that bounty. Alex smirked, and punched a wall next to her in anger. She hated her job.

Dark eyes narrowed slightly, assessing, taking the measure of this female who was so intriguing. His smile was full of fangs as he watched the chase play out. It was almost painful to watch. “Poor little mortal...” Cerberus mused, smiling to himself. “And I suspect nothing less from your kind.” He mused with a wolfish laugh, lips pulling back to flash glinting canines. He watched her calmly without signs of apprehension, his mind whirling at the possibilities—had she attracted more mortal attention? Or perhaps the steps were those belonging to another vampire, lured in by the stench of fresh blood? Both were possible, though seemed unlikely as the footfalls of the child faded off into the distance. They were alone again, caught between filth-covered claustrophobic walls. Nostrils inhaling the coppery tang of blood. “Looks like the fox outfoxed the hound,” He cared little about her being that much was apparent at this point given his dismissive tone. However, he could not deny that he found her to be somewhat— entertaining. “Penny for your thoughts?”

#c.alex #c

dmitripetrcvs:

☤ cerberus.

“ for me, yes. I’m a sucker for a good puzzle being a surgeon means I’m always figuring out one puzzle or another “ dmitri was well aware that some people did it for the glory or to feel special but he had never been the boastful type. he was more quiet, contained & restrained. he worked hard and he was good at what he did. it was a tacit observation that dmitri wasn’t too comfortable around supernatural. he was a man of science and vampires and werewolves didn’t fit into that box very well. still, fear was not something he felt easily. some people would call it bravery he regarded it as foolhardiness. “ have I? “ dmitri asked, “ what exactly caught your interest ? “ he added curiously. he hadn’t really said much to the man, maybe it was just pain simple lust. he smiled back easily as the two stepped out into the night air. dmitri ran a hand through his dark brown tresses absentmindedly. “ oh it’s dmitri what about you? “ he asked

“I bet you’re good with a Rubix Cube, yeah? I’ve always loved those. Well, I did, now I prefer people.” The small hairs on the back of the vampire’s neck rose in response the sights and scents around him. His posture remained alert as he watched the human almost cautiously. One could never be too careful. He let his predacious gaze flick up and down his figure curiously. A slow smile pulled against his lips, sharp canines poking through the thin pallid flesh. “You have indeed.” He affirmed, unable to help the short, growl-like chuckle that seeped past his lips. “As it would seem, I lack a certain self-control. You see it is in my nature to be curious.” Cerberus murmured with a shrug, wondering why he felt compelled to indulge his carnal side. If he had to venture a guess, Jack had something to do with it. “You remind me of someone for one.” The vampire paused, hazel eyes intensifying. “And I think there’s more to you then you like to lead on.” Cerberus challenged with requisite awe. Indeed, Cerberus suspected there were many secrets, mechanical and otherwise, which were hidden within that lovely mind nestled in his skull. “I’ve got a knack for reading others. At least in this life.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck lightly. Inhaling he took in Dmitri’s scent and the smell of his shampoo, although it merely looked like he was breathing. “Dmitri... Pleasure, you can call me Cerberus.” He chuckled, starting to follow Dmitri’s scent toward his home. He was eager and somewhat hungry. “I bet you can’t guess why.”

#c.dmitri #c

rimming

“I got this one twice. Someone must be a big fan. If you want specifics... giving and receiving.”

#answered #Anonymous

blood play

“Do you know who you’re talking to? Fuuuuck yes...”

#answered #Anonymous

Nocturnal

Why? What had drawn him to this hellhole of an establishment? To be honest, he had no fucking clue, he just happened upon it. Resting in the corner of the bar, cigarette smoke drifted through the wooden chairs, soaking into the walls of the grungy bar. The vampire’s nose wrinkled at the foul stench seeping into his nose. Most sane people would abhor coming to such a place, where the room smelled of sex, alcohol, and smoke. Cerberus revealed in such atmosphere. To him it was home in a sense, reminding him of the pubs from the good old days. He didn’t drink, didn’t eat, and didn’t smoke, as he sat in a chair at the far corner of the room. Cerberus didn’t really drink or eat much as it was anyway, and he knew for a fact that the cooks did indeed spit in the food. No, he was more than happy to sit and observe.

For what reason? He didn’t have much of any. It was just a warm place to think, a good place to people-watch. Silently the vampire looked down into the thick, black sludge they called stout. More like a bull shit sorry excuse for shitty beer. Idly he rotated the frosty glass against the grimy, disgustingly sticky surface of the table. Studying the curious sludgy contents before his gaze flicked up feeling eyes on him. Looking through the cigarette haze he met the ice-blue stare of a particular incubus. Curious. Quirking a brow at the man, he smirked to himself. If he didn’t know any better -- he would’ve thought he was stalking him.

#erikxbello #closed starter

marking

“I mean is this even a question?”

#Anonymous #answered

Foot fetish?

“Hard pass on this one. I mean I love anatomy as much as the next guy but... I don’t want anything to do with your feet.”

#answered #Anonymous

spanking

“I haven’t been spanked since I was a child... Didn’t enjoy it then, wouldn’t enjoy it now.”

#answered #Anonymous

dmitripetrcvs:

☤ cerberus.

“ I’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge “ dmitri admitted breezily. his job wasn’t really about nobility or saving lives to him he simply enjoyed the complexity and difficulty of his job because it offered him a difficult to navigate challenge. there was no greater adrenaline rush than figuring out how to complete a complex procedure except maybe the rush of sex. dmitri had a feeling the man before him was not strictly human but that was confirmed when he used the words mortal populace. supernaturals were a touchy subject for him given his history. but since new orleans was crawling with them it wasn’t like he could avoid them. besides, they made exciting bedfellows for the man, he never knew what to expect. “ me? “ dmitri said with a laugh, “ I’m hardly interesting “ he confessed, “ but I s’pose I could do my best to entertain you if you’d like to go somewhere more private “ he finished the rest of his coffee as he rose to his feet as if already confident that the man would already accept his offer. when he asked the same question back, dmitri knew he had his answer. “ great minds think alike. “ he licked his lips enticingly, “ my place is not far, “

“Isn’t the challenge half the fun?” Cerberus asked, his eyes glinting. Strangely enough, he found it odd that this one didn’t have a God-complex. Usually, they did. At least that’s what he recalled from working in the hospital. Then again, maybe he was just good at hiding it. Noting the slight shift in the air, Cerberus smirked to himself. Something told him this one wasn’t completely used to monsters roaming in his midst. “I beg to disagree,” He hummed, downing the rest of his lukewarm coffee. “Seeing as you’ve peaked my interest thus far.” He chuckled, watching the other stand. Well, someone was confident. ‘Try not to break this one, darling. He’s pretty.’ Jack purred in the back of his mind, a low chuckle resounding in his head. ‘I didn’t know you had a type, Jack.’ ‘I- I don’t... I can just appreciate the human form.’ ‘Uhh-huhh... keep telling yourself that. Hey everyone! Jack The Ripper has a thing for Grey’s Anatomy!’ ‘Says the one who beheaded people with a goddamn ax over fucking jazz music.’ ‘It’s an artform...’ ‘How about you both kindly shut the fuck up.’ Tossing the coffee cup in the nearest bin, Cerberus couldn’t help but laugh at the surgeon’s comment. “I guess they do,” He grinned, watching that tongue slide across those soft lips. Gods, he loved humans sometimes. “Lead the way.” He murmured, stepping out the door into the night air. Tucking his hands into his pockets, Cerberus plastered a smile on his face. “So, do you have a name?”

#c #c.dmitri

terrestrial-emmy:

Emmy felt the fear and closed her eyes for a moment before looking back at him. “I’m sure you’re fine company.” She wasn’t sure what had him so… intense. But it was her own personal curse to want to want to help… no matter the person. “Hmm… maybe we’ve seen each other around. I work at Garden Grill but I’ve traveled for a bit before coming home. What has you so… afraid?” She hated to ask but maybe it would help. It felt wrong to just change his emotions. It was different when it was a group of people in a cafe or bar. To single someone out felt wrong.

The views of others always made Thomas curious. Their opinions, their, thoughts, their emotions, it was always very fascinating to the vampire. One could even say he was entranced by the idea of feeling something or at least what he thought these feelings would bring him. Life, he thought they would bring him life and make him whole. That feeling would give his life meaning. However, the idea of feeling whole again was a dismal one for Thomas to entertain for even the briefest of moments. The moment he lingered in now was a strange one. If not pleasantly surprised. He didn’t expect one so young to actually listen to him, much less try to challenge his views. It was amusing to the vampire, to say the least. He could see the gears shifting, her thoughts churning, and then she spoke. “Hm, perhaps...” Thomas looked away slightly, brows furrowed in slight surprise at her words. “Afraid?” He repeated, a chuckle leaving his lips. “I’ve already died. What more do I have to be afraid of?” He countered softly, scratching his bare jawline. He could hear them whispering, their words a constant buzzing in his head. “Just memories... old memories...”

#c #c.emmy

maloneal:

His sardonic demeanor was testing the younger vampire and it was not amusing Malakai not one bit. Here he had some guy enter his chambers, unannounced, and interrupted a meeting with a student. To say that Malakai wasn’t impressed was an under statement. He was fuming with rage, however knowing how much experience Cerberus had and his age, it was difficult to really discipline someone with his status.

“You know just as well as anyone else that my idea of fun is entirely very different from yours. You interrupted a meeting. You are wasting my time. If you have nothing more to add to this discussion I would highly suggest you leave. You can come to me during my office hours when I am available.” He firmly stated, eyes scanning Cerberus. What in the world did he want with him now?

It had been a long day so far and honestly, Cerberus just wanted to have real human contact with someone at this point. And Mal just happened to be in his warpath. Hazel eyes flickered to the degrees on Mal’s wall then to his desk. He seemed restless. His attention was suddenly jerked up to Mal’s face as he felt his rage boiling between the surface. He smirked slightly, picking up the paperweight on the desk. Looking it over with vague interest he rolled his eyes at Mal’s words. “Yes, yes you’re a very busy man,” Cerberus muttered in a lackadaisical tone as he started pacing. “But if you had any sort of manners you’d hear me out. Or is that not a thing anymore in this era?” He questioned, setting the paperweight down. No matter how many times he tossed and turned in that bed he couldn’t sleep. There was nothing particularly wrong with the bed– well, mattress. No, it was comfy or so he had to guess. He just could never sleep. Because that was just it, the dead never slept. So, what separated Cerberus from a zombie? Well, he wasn’t rotting. But, he felt like a zombie. He was a walking corpse after all.

“Anyway, it seems I’ve run into a problem of sorts.” He sighed, throwing himself down into the chair opposite of Malokai. “I think I’m starting to feel again. Like, actually have feelings. It’s disgusting.” His eyes fluttered to a close, refusing to open and once again be faced with the realization that he was still in this hell, that he had been in this hell for hundreds of years, and he still felt detached from the world around him. Dashing these putrid thoughts from his head he locked eyes with the younger vampire wondering if he felt the same.

#c #c.mal

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