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[senglmerve]

[lupusdci-blog]

@slaytrova

[lunarwclf-a-deactivated20170122]

      No one knows what it’s like to be the bad man to be the sad man BEHIND BLUE EYES and no one knows what it’s like to be hated to be fated to telling ONLY LIES ………………..

            A BROKEN GLASS WITH A FAKE REFLECTION.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 narrated by harley

[donn-joe]

[peytonfulford]

[discomforted]

A snake was hit by a car. A woman picks him up, feeds him, and gets him to a full state of health. But then he bites her, injecting her with his deadly poison. On her death bed, she asked “after all I did why me?” The snake responds “you knew I was a snake when you picked me up.”

(via discomforted)

[nativemoonmag]

[slaytrova-a]

ACTUAL GOD THO.

               ONE MIGHT THINK as an immortal being it grew harder to remember all the faces one came across – and it was true. however it also made those faces that did stick out every now and then practically unforgettable. and that was certainly the case with the brunette that ares laid eyes upon. the smirk on his features was immediate as memories came flooding back to him. memories of flesh and blood - both in large quantities. his ego told him she’d remember him but one could never be too sure. ares approached her once, expression unchanged as he drew near. “you know i might’ve thought that after all these years you might’ve lost a step.” he spoke loud enough for her to hear him, despite the bass to his voice. “i’m pleasantly surprised to see you remain as efficient as ever.” he would take one glance down at the lifeless body at their feet, amusement coming across. “lucky guy.”

           that  voice.  she   would  never  forget  that  voice,  vibrationally  jugular,  copacetically   low,   it  rattles  her  core.   the  vision  of  the  man  that   accompanies  such  a  melodious  tenor  is  as   equally  noteworthy,  his  divine  physique  permanently  cataloged  in  the   caverns  of   mind’s  eye.  &  his  taste,           his  blood   ;   even  for  an   archaic  vampire   so  skilled  with  control  as  she,  it’s  easy  lose  self. it’s  particularly  ambrosial  savor  intoxicating               his  immortal  life  source  dangerously  addicting.         ❛         ares.        ❜      autonym  throaty  purr,  pearls  flash,  bearing  flirtatious  mischief.  twirling  on  heels  ebon  hues  greet  sparkling  azures,  loose  curls  spilling  over  svelte  shoulders.  my,  it’s  been  a  long  time.          ❛          you  flatter  me.       ❜      glance  regarding  lifeless  corpse,  a  shrug  is  given.            no  remorse.  her  vapid  victim  holds vixen’s  interest  no   longer,   thick  lashes  batting  in  returning  to  him.       ❛      hardly.        ❜      sardonic  scoff,   there’s  infernal   delight  glistening  in  her  eye  caused  solely  by  his  close  vicinity.  heels  pivoting,  she  inclines  towards  him,  porcelain  visage  curiously  tilting.  dusky  eyes  squint.        ❛       lucky  me,                however.  what  brings  you  here?    ❜      

[aurelle]

Words to keep inside your pocket:

Quiescent - a quiet, soft-spoken soul.

Chimerical - merely imaginary; fanciful. 

Susurrus - a whispering or rustling sound. 

Raconteur - one who excels in story-telling. 

Clinquant - glittering; tinsel-like. 

Aubade - a song greeting the dawn. 

Ephemeral - lasting a very short time. 

Sempiternal - everlasting; eternal. 

Euphonious - pleasing; sweet in sound. 

Billet-doux - a love letter. 

Redamancy - act of loving in return.

[slaytrova-a]

MORE OF YOU TO GO PLS.

                            ❝ Duly noted, Miss Pierce. ❞ It feels remarkably odd to give utterance to her last name after ( or rather during ) their extensive repartee. Ethan counts it amongst other such testimonies toward how inexplicably fast he finds himself drawn toward her; she’s roped him in from the very start and even if he’d want to leave now, he couldn’t. She appeals to his baser instincts oh so adroitly––––– not just those rooted in carnality, but equally those reflecting the necessity of other manners of closeness. He is more drawn to INTIMACY as a whole ( the strain she extends his way in particular ) than to that lone aspect of it that concerns only matters of debauchery.     Nonetheless does she make it difficult for him to keep his mind off it when she so sensuously captures the swell of her bottom lip. His eyes remain fixated on its reddened structure even as she speaks, almost without a hint of shame tainting his mindless indulgence—- almost. It’s that hint of self-consciousness that bewares him of the downfall that is becoming deaf to what she speaks of to him. ❝ Well, come to think of it, I think these British could use more of this, if only for comedic effect, ❞ and there ought to be plenty of that he imagines, if he’s to accompany her. ❝ Not at all. I’ll just need to … head into town and buy somethin’ a little more appropriate. ❞ Fingers skate across her neck again, this time spiraling down and past her arm before cautiously touching down on her waistline. ❝ Do you think you could spare the time to accompany me before making your own preparations for the night? ❞

        ❛       ah,  but   you’re  wrong.  there’s  nothing  comical  about  your  appearance.  &  your  charm  is  winsome.    you  will be  more  than  fine,  i  assure  you,           &  if  you  find  yourself  feeling  out  of  sorts  among  the  braggarts,                well,  you  are  an  actor.    apply  your  talents  &  use  them  to  your  advantage.  entertain  yourself.   these  people  know  nothing  about  you              or  even  i  for  that  matter.     ❜       there  is  much  she  can  teach  him,  if  he'd  like.  he  has  all  the  makings  of   a  prosperous   grifter,                  she’s  sure  he’s  already  done  his  share    (    one  does  not  work  such  fluent,  confident  charms  without  doing  &  succeeding.  but  employing  it  in   propositioning  women  or  using  them  is  child’s play  in  her  timeworn  eyes.    ).    tongue  wetting  lips,  heartfelt  smile  lingers  still,  &  gentle  fingers  reach,   lazily  grazing  along  temple  &  sifting  stray  strands  from  his  mien.  she  would  spoil  him  rotten,  if  he  let  her.   small   hands   coast,   descending   along  sturdy  arms  &   lapsing  casually  ere  reaching   elbow’s  crux.         ❛       of  course.   we’ll  venture   to  oxford  street   &   find   something   you   like.  however  if  i  take  you  there,  you  must  promise   you   won’t   allow  either  of  us  to  get  distracted.     ❜    when  katherine  first  discovered  the  busy  district,  she  spent  hours  in  visiting  shoppes  along  the  strand  &  frequented  the  theater  often.  after  meeting  sir  malcolm  &  miss  ives  however,            she   hasn’t  found   the  time  (   or  an  excuse   )   to  return  there.

[kostromas]

I N S P I R A T I O N: vampires

“I know what you meant. There was always the hunger, the death of small things, somewhere in your body.” (x)

[og-itgirl]

[ozeia]

[slaytrova-a]

@lupusdci

[relatablegifs]

[invdious]

[choiesclothing]

[bradburycharlenes-deactivated20]

[decodemyself]

It’s stuffy, and I’ve been in this dress for days. You want to help me get out of it? 

[slaytrova-a]

DESERVING.

                             How WEAK he grows under her gifted touch, mapping the patch of skin ( and hair ) beneath his bottom lip. Had he been a lesser man person, his knees would buckle beneath his torso and give way to the wiles of the woman that is Katherine Pierce–––– and what a woman she is. Regardless of his conviction that he stands untouchable in the face of her coaxing ( or goading, perhaps ), Ethan deep down does very well know that she’s close to having him wrapped around her little finger completely. It should likely distress him, but at present time it exhilarates him only. Had he been naive enough, he would undoubtedly blame the drink for the effects she as an individual has on him.   ❝ A respectable chaperone? You sure that’s the right line for the person standin’ across from you? ❞ She paints a smirk onto his face with such ease; astonishing, really——- needing but the roll of her eyes and a calculated elaboration to her earlier preamble. Mouth climbs onto a slope, expression as such growing lopsided while he leisurely sets his fingers up for a climb along her jawline and across the girth of her neck, seating themselves by her nape and there concluding their jaunt. ❝ Such flattery, ❞ drawls he then, laying the exaggerated overtone on rather thickly as his thumb seeks out her earlobe. ❝ I’d need to get a change of clothes first though–––––– if you’re really sure you want me there at your side. ❞ Ever so slightly he  veers sideways, gingerly nudging her cheek with his nose before pressing his lips to them with equal tenderness ( only to pull back to his previous position a tick later ). ❝ Mm. Is it goin’ to be a formal event? ❞

           for  a  brief  moment,   she  swears  she   feels  her  still   &   silent  heart   loudly  beat  within  it’s  cage.  how  delicate   &   careful  his  touch,  as  though  she  would  shatter  to  pieces  if  he  neglects  to  take  care.  gaze  trained  adoringly  on  his  lips,  her  crimson  clough  mimics  his  guile,              so  clever  &  witty,  she  would  never  grow  bored.         ❛       positive,              despite   his  opinion  of  himself.     mine  is  the  only  one  that  matters,             you’ll  do  your  best  to  remember  that,  mr.  chandler.    ❜     nose  playfully  rumples,  dark  eyes  narrowing  as  lashes  viscerally  flit. she’s  certainly   pleased,   his  correspondence  delighting  her.  own,  small  hands  anchor  themselves  along  muscular  neck  &   adorn   each   crook  securely.  her  gesture  is  an  ever  selfish  attempt  in  keeping  distance  betwixt   them  tenuous for  as  long  as  he’ll  allow.  indubitably,  she   assures   her counterparts  doting  affection  turns  reciprocated.  plump  tiers  softly  grazing  bristled  jaw.  warm  laughter’s  flurry  ricochets  upon  his  angled  maw,  as  pearly  beam  hides   abaft  clutched  lower  lip.  sensual  pinch  &  release,   she  murmurs  thereafter,         ❛     hmm,  no  ;  wait.           i’ve   changed  my  mind.  what   on   earth  was  i  thinking,           asking  the  most  handsome  AMERICAN   in  london  to  accompany  me??       ❜      fingers  trail  amongst  his  retreat,  brushing  amidst  rugged  chin’s  sole.  if  he  hadn’t  moved,  she  might  have  kissed  him.         ❛       strictly,   i’m  afraid.  will   this  be  a  problem?     ❜    brows  arching,   digits  fall  from  beneath  his muzzle,  settling  upon  his chest.   if  he  does  not  have   proper  attire,   she   would   fetch  something   for   him.