#80spolaroid

[moldcursed]

romantic candidates; ... [holding up a picture of the raccoon city NEMESIS tyrant] now hear me out.

……. blink, blink. he would consider it.

Recommend romantic candidates for my muse and see their reaction!

[finalslay]

@80spolaroid / j. wade said : “ i saw the pregnancy test in the trash. ”

from where she stands at the kitchen counter, nancy's frame tenses. her back is turned towards wade, and her hand squeezes the handle of her coffee mug with a fierceness akin to that of how she pulls the trigger on her guns.

she feels trapped like a rat in a maze, even though she knows john wade well enough by now to know that there is no malice intended by bringing it up.

no, he is curious — and he has every right to be. this pertains to him just as much as it does her.

it's just that nancy doesn't know what to say yet.

she had assumed she would have more time to figure it all out. she thought she’d hidden that damning piece of evidence better than that. apparently, she had been mistaken on many accounts.

god, how long has he known? has he been biding his time, too, waiting for the right opportunity to approach the topic? just like she had been?

nancy still does not turn around, even after she’s finally gathered her thoughts enough to ask, “ … and what are you thinking, now? ”

[sadistpet]

i was promised there would be Солянка this christmas. - Mantis

I AM NOT THE ONLY PERSON CAPABLE OF MAKING FOOD IN THIS HOUSE TRETIJ !!!! also that is COMPLETELY untrue. i only promised that if you were on time this year and you were exactly 12.8 seconds late AND you brought your ugly boyfriend, meaning you have committed two christmas sins this year. but that being said i did make some and if you dont eat it i will be so so so so angry and you will be grounded grounded grounded grounded grounded for 246864202468842024688420 years. also your father wants to show your boyfriend his old boxing photos and you will let him.

[otataku]

❝    HAREM   ?! i   never   mentioned   that   !   y-you're   putting   words   in   my   mouth   !!    ❞

wow   hal   why   so   defensive   all   of   a   sudden   over   your   bromie

↪ @80spolaroid REPLIED !

[unprinced]

ㅤRE: CLOSED STARTER FOR LACROIX & HEPBURN. ㅤCC: @80spolaroid.

IT'S TO THE COLD KISS OF THE NORTHERN CALIFORNIA NIGHT THROUGH THE WINDOW Sebastian rouses, restless and startled, and then agonized, to, pain and pangs, a hideous hunger, piercing through a bruised body, through thin blood, through aching bones burning, burning, burning. A pain as though in the apex of the afternoon sun, skin sloughing off into ash, mouth cotton dry. Hiding beneath the blankets of a bed deceptively comfortable, one of his canines bites hard at and buries into his bottom lip, and still does he cry out. Torpor. Not LaCroix's first. Ventrue Towers. The Ankaran Sarcophagus. The C4 in the Ankaran Sarcophagus, a coup d'état and a coup de grace courtesy of Smiling Jack. Enough vitae exhausted in Fortitude that Final Death was close — a grotesque end to a man made grotesque by gluttony and greed gifted by sires and elders. But Sebastian LaCroix had survived, salvaged from the ruins and by who, LaCroix knows: by a Kindred LaCroix had damned, by a Kindred with a bleeding heart so soft Sebastian had been spared the beheading he so deserved for such a betrayal, by a Kindred hurrying into the bedroom, crouched through the doorframe, so concerned and so soft, so soft Sebastian's cold, dead heart aches. Hepburn. Beautiful Hepburn, with an exposed, knifelike maw LaCroix so desperately wishes would tear into his throat and hurt him, maim him, even kill him, perhaps, in such a pitiful state, in a bed so soft and bundled in blankets he doesn't deserve. "You—" LaCroix's voice is unrecognizable, vulnerable. "—Hepburn."

[carnagewed]

@80spolaroid / @xxxpolaroids sent : angel — (virginal).

the angel before him is pure, untouched and unmarred, despite the fall he had suffered. the feathers of his wings are still as blinding white as snow, though there are a small scattering of black ones hidden in their depths. lesser demons than eddie would not treat the angel with the respect he deserves — they would still view him and all his goodness as a rival, something that does not deserve to exist. they would rage and fight him, trying to bring the once-holy one harm.

it isn't like that for him.

perhaps it is a difference in circumstance that makes the demon look at the angel differently than others would. perhaps the fact that wings had once briefly adorned his own back is what helps him to thrive on the light that still radiates from the angel. eddie has long since forgotten what innocence and heaven felt like, but when the angel is near, he thinks he might still know a semblance of it.

he has tried to show the seraph the joys of sin so many times — he has tried to tempt him with coy words, with the charm that has led so many humans astray over the years. it has never worked on him the way it had all the others ... but then again, all of the sacrifices, all of the brides handed to him by the devil himself have never been the angel before him. none of them have been this holy one, who radiates a goodness that is far from the demon's reach. none of them have been the one that he feels was destined to be his.

now though, john is before him, wings splayed around his frame in a way that makes eddie wish to kneel down and worship him like the humans at the altar. this is a moment of temptation, the closest that he has come to bringing the fallen angel to pure freedom.

fingers reach out to brush against john's cheek, a crooked smile toying at the demon's scarred visage. “ you're frightened, angel. ” it isn't a question ; he knows fear when he sees it and he is familiar with the ins-and-outs of john well enough by now to be able to tell. “ you know i would not harm you, my darling. ”

[rvrend]

" ... where's mary? " / from john ward

" hm ? who's - "

he almost asks for clarification, was he expecting someone else to show ? looking around, he remembers a key distinction between himself and the other man. his face falls flat in an instant at the realization, eyes rolling condescendingly.

" oh. "

catholics ...

he pushes his glasses up with a sigh, arms crossing.

" that's — that's not quite how things work around here. unlike you, we actually focus on what's important: God. none of that hokey ' hail mary ' nonsense. "

[madeimpact]

Is this an accurate assessment

@uptrain @80spolaroid