#aggresscrs

[hunnybeerps]

The bar was packed, but that’s what made it perfect. The more people there were, the less noticeable it would be when she’d drag a potential off. Shannon skimmed the crowd, eyes settling on another girl about her age. Great. She slipped through groups of folk, her lips twitching when some would pout at her as she did. You’re the lucky ones, she thought in passing. Finally arriving at the bar counter where the girl was sitting, the redhead slid onto the seat nearby, spinning to prop an elbow up and face her, “Do me a favor?” Her Irish accent thick, she began her play, “There’s a lad off to my right who’s been eyeing me all night. Mind checking - don’t be obvious! - if he’s still looking? I bet you a drink he is. I’ll bet you two he comes over.” 

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[brckenones-blog]

          chelsea couldn’t recall the last time that she was able to have a normal life without feeling like she was going to lose control. ever since the female had started using the blood bags she was able to be around her friends again without feeling like she was going to rip into someone’s throat at any second,  ❛  i’ve missed hangout with you. i am sorry that i was all missing in action, but getting the whole blood lust under control again was a must. ❜ chelsea had been a vampire for almost fifty years now and it had been the first time since she had been first turned,  ❛  nothing excited happened while i was gone? ❜ @aggresscrs

[redravenapts]

@aggresscrs

Nadir put the phone down several seconds after the conversation had ended, his expression a mixture of disbelief and irritation. “Our dinner is currently on the opposite side of the city,” he informed with a small sigh, clearly doing his best not to follow that with a series of insults to the delivery man’s mother. “Bloody idiot got the address wrong, it’s gonna be another hour before they get here.” He placed the phone on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch, head tilting backward just enough to see her standing behind him. This wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind for their night in, but he could hardly do anything about it; anything constructive. He could cook, but he liked his building well enough without scorch marks and firemen crawling all over. “I’m sorry, darling,” he added, addressing her what must have looked like an upside down apologetic smile. 

[yourgrcvity]

starter for @aggresscrs

How long had it been? Like two weeks? Jemma didn't know. Sure, she and Maeve didn't exactly have the deepest conversations but they didn't avidly avoid one another either. There was a code of conduct that existed between them-- one filled with banter and complaining. This silent dynamic was not in their norm. Jemma needed to save face and for whatever reason existed with the blonde-- she couldn't say. Interestingly enough, she didn't blame Maeve. She'd reacted like a tool. One minute she was inside of the girl who had annoyingly enough consumed her thoughts-- and the next she was walking out of the kitchen while she fucked herself. Seriously, she needed to get her shit together and mostly-- she just needed Maeve out of her thoughts. A part of her had even contemplated getting out of her lease. A few extra hundred bucks wouldn't be the worst of it. Her dignity falling by the wayside, well that was something that couldn't simply be. Still, Jemma found herself passing back and forth outside of her door.

Knock? Don't knock? Hell, she might not even be there. The petite girl had no idea what she wanted to do. Not really. She was impulsive. She just needed Maeve out of her system and finally out of life. Although, when she barged into her room, neither of those seemed relevant. “Just... please don't,” she muttered, really wishing she was high. But she wasn't. She was the soberest she'd been in weeks-- maybe even months. Looking at her on her bed, she couldn't stop. It was like she was looking at herself from some aerial view. “Please...” She cringed so hard; completely not recognizing herself as she neared the headboard of Maeve's bed. She didn't say anything else as her hand caught the back her neck and her lips crashed with hers. “Fuck, I should have done that before,” she commented, pulling back after a beat.

[dalphahale]

@aggresscrs

Derek thought he could handle them. He had fought wolves, Oni, and kitsunes along with other various supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills, but clearly he underestimated the power of the Strigoi as he sat with his back against the wall. They had left him for dead, he knew that’s why they didn’t finish him off. They wanted to make this as painful as they could for the wolf which was probably why he was imagining Julia heading towards him at the moment. It took him a moment to realize that she really was headed in his direction and it made him sit up immediately even though it hurt to do so.

“Julia! No! Go! Run! They’re here!” He warned, unsure if the beasts would attack her as well. “Please! Leave! I don’t want them to get you too,” he said as blood spilled from his lower lip and onto his shirt.

[feelinvented]

@aggresscrs liked for a starter !!

      Spending her morning at the weekend’s farmer’s market was always her ideal perfect day. Fresh cut sunflowers rested in the crook of her arm while she bit into a large strawberry. Luna was and without a doubt a woman that oozed simplicity mixed with this beautiful natural quality. Of course, she’d never see such a thing. She thought of herself to be 90 years old at heart, spending her time gardening or seeing what’s new at places like this. How she convinced her next-door neighbor to go with her, she’ll never know. But it was nice to have some company for once. “I feel like you think less of me now that you know this is what I do for fun,” she teased with a small chuckle.

[iappreciateworksofart-blog]

🎀, ⛪️, 🎟

Unusual questions for your muse

🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories?

jamie isn’t huge on accessorising. she likes to wear a necklace now and then, or maybe earrings. nothing flashy though, she likes simple things. and not bracelets - she does still paint and sketch a lot, and read, and bracelets jangle and flash and get in the road. since she earns BILLIONS (a lot of which goes back in to creating new crimes and such, or being donated to art galleries or the like) she has the cash to buy whatever she wants. but it’s not really the same as being given something. having someone go out there way to present you with a piece.

her favourite pieces are therefore items that have been given to her. a simple necklace from sherlock, not long before she “died”. an item handed down from her mother before she died, too. on a couple of occasions her victims (under the impression at the time that they were best friends with a miss irene) have given her items of jewellery, usually cheap, as a gift for an occasion. these she keeps.

⛪️- Does your muse enjoy attending churches they don’t belong to?

jamie doesn’t much like to believe in any kind of god. she’s committed a fair few atrocities in her time, and if any god does exist they wouldn’t be pleased with her. so she doesn’t think about them, and doesn’t attend any church ceremonies or mass. …except sometimes if there’s a funeral. occasionally she’ll show up for that.

so the idea doesn’t appeal to her. if she was close to someone who wanted to attend church, she’d maybe go with them. she won’t MOCK anyone for believing in god. she think it’s nice to believe in something (she believes in herself). but there’s not really anyone close enough she’d go through that for.

🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies?

definitely. she doesn’t get a whole lot of time to watch movies, but when she does it’s because she needs to relax. sometimes “so bad it’s good” movies are just plain annoying or too cheesy, but mostly she likes them. she loves old black and white horror and sci-fi flicks, which compared to what comes out these days are incredibly bad, over the top, and cheesy. she loves them.

if she ever decided on a night in with someone (and she could be persuaded to not work, or read, or paint, or write reviews and journal articles) then a bad movie is the way to go. she likes all genres, mostly.

     {{ answered meme;; @aggresscrs }}

[yourgrcvity]

a starter for a meanie @aggresscrs

His apartment was empty. Limited furniture was on display. He rarely slept in his bed. Most nights Tony fell asleep before his television. Six months in the states wasn't long enough to feel at home. Frankly, being back in the UK wasn't exactly helping in that department either. Getting away from his father seemed like the best and only option. Although, being lonely wasn't an option anymore. He needed something-- or someone. That latter won out when he found himself at the local shelter. He fell in love with every dog his eyes laid on. Some cats even, though they seemed a little too scary for his liking. SO many choices. He had no idea which breed was best suited for his needs. Clearing his throat, he tried to get one of the worker's attention. “Excuse me, Miss, can you help me...” he trailed off, before he realized who it was. Valeria. One of the few people that actually gave him the time of day on campus. “Can you um... forget about the Miss part?” Sheepishly, he brushed the back of his neck. “I had no idea you worked here-- at this one.”