#arc: chiropterror

[fangedfirecracker]

ıllıllı { @cajuun | ℓιкε∂ ғσя α sтαятεя} ıllıllı

        it felt like they’d been waiting forever for something to happen. jubilee’s eyes narrowed as she surveyed the area below for anything to happen. she was ready to strike at any moment, just waiting for one of the assholes to show their ugly mugs. an anti-mutant cell they’d caught wind of. she had no problem smashing their face in. turning, she regarded her companion,  ❝ ten bucks says they show up in the next ten minutes. ❞

[fangedfirecracker]

ıllıllı { @segmentedsuperstud | ℓιкε∂ ғσя α sтαятεя} ıllıllı

         the rain was coming down hard, to the point where even her heightened sense of sight wasn’t working as well as it could be. but it was more than that, there was something in the distance, someone maybe. the shape seamed all distorted and wrong. on closer inspection, curiosity getting the better of her, she realized it wasn’t the rain distorting her view. she was seeing exactly what she thought she was seeing.  ❝ what the f     ? ❞

[fangedfirecracker]

ıllıllı { @ribbonsandbo | ℓιкε∂ ғσя α sтαятεя } ıllıllı

jubilee sat down with shogo, trying to put away his blocks just as quickly as he was taking them back out of the box.  ❝ shogo... ❞ she sighed, the boy only laughing in response. jubilee looked up as she heard small footsteps approaching the room. ❝ oh hey, bo! do you have a sec? ❞

[fangedfirecracker]

so arc related, but also me testing out my new and lovely amazing tablet, here, have a redesign. i swear it’s going to come into play... eventually. once this plot gets moving.

the outfit under the jacket is sleeveless. trust me, this is important.

[fangedfirecracker]

m.arvel can just pay me to redesign characters now. because this redesign from the other day is sticking once this plot gets going.

because yes.

[fangedfirecracker]

ARC ANNOUNCEMENT: CHIROPTERROR!

While J.ubilee can’t seem to get the nightmares to go away, a sense of dread that had been building for a while starts to become an underlying panic that she can’t seem to stop. Something is coming, she doesn’t know what, she doesn’t know when, and she sure as hell doesn’t suspect that the terrible thing she’s so worked up about is herself. The last thing she wants or needs is for her vampire powers to grow again. Too bad, she’s the grandchilde of Dracula. She doesn’t have a choice. 

[fangedfirecracker]

ıllıllı { @tenccs | ℓιкε∂ ғσя α sтαятεя } ıllıllı

Their last encounter hadn’t been great. She was supposed to be better put together, more composed. Supposed to have all her shit in a row. Instead, she seemed to be surfing between crises hoping to ride out the waves. Right now, however, everything just felt so sharp and clear that even the most muddled parts were crystal to her.  ❝ Hey Sam. ❞ She never once glanced at him.

[fangedfirecracker]

It was how it always started, wasn’t it? Dark room, the chair she couldn’t escape, the glass people. The temptation to tear into one as it lingered too close, calling to her to drink. She always fought it, woke up before it was too late, before she indulged. But it was different this time, the nightmare changed. 

                                              Or she changed. 

It waited, arm stretched out in front of Jubilee as it had every time she had this dream. But her arms no longer felt held down with some invisible force and she reached up, hands twisted into dark claws she didn’t recognize as her own, and grabbed at the transparent figure. It’s veins still glowed with every beat of the suspended heart. She knew she shouldn’t, she knew it was wrong, that nothing good would come from it. But she caved. Teeth sank into something that for all its glassy appearance, felt like soft flesh, blood rushing into her mouth like spilling ink. A low growl rumbled in her throat as her face pressed against the crook, letting the blood pool inside her cheeks.                                                 More, she thought as she swallowed. More, and she moved her mouth away, standing suddenly and causing the chair to tip back and crash behind her. Clawed hand jerked at the glass effigy’s head and exposed the neck as she bit down there savoring the blood as it once more flooded her mouth. Giving in was easy, giving up was easy. Wrapping strong arms around the fragile form, she lurched over the glass person, lowering them both towards the ground until the heart stopped beating, stopped pulsing with that awful glow. If it was something living before, it wasn’t now. Her chest felt heavy like stones had filled her ribcage, not like she’d felt when she fed before. Not light and weightless. 

                Bringing her claws to her chest, she curled up, a snarl crossing a mouth full of daggers before she felt the scream building in her chest, crying for release. It never came, instead, she bolted upright in her bed, eyes wide and darker than the room she’d fallen asleep in. Blackness had engulfed them as they darted around trying to take in her surroundings, seeing clear as day despite the clock reading 3:27AM. That stone feeling persisted, her hands, her normal hands, reaching to her chest to make sure she was awake, that this wasn’t part of the dream. 

She was home. She was safe. 

She was terrified.

Giving in was easy.

Giving up was easy.