#blooddrenchcd

[bloodreaving-blog]

           ✘    his  jaw  tenses  at  the  sound  of  the  other’s  voice .  ❝    don’t  push  it ,  myra .  last  thing  i  need  right  now  is  your  . . .  twisted  humor    ❞   //   lowkey  s.c. feat.  @blooddrenchcd.

[rcsario]

       admires silently,   stalks  patiently. sick of the human way,   with good morale and weak love,  she admired the darkness, the blood and the gore,   the more violent side of human nature;   the one that longed for monstrosities and ached for violence.   she admired her.  ‘ boo. ‘   steps out from darkness,  icy skin reflecting off midnight moon beams.   ‘ what’d this one do ? ‘   inquires down to the man she’d slain.  ‘ did he not admire you ?   did he not touch you ? ‘  steps closer.  ‘  or perhaps it’s the opposite.  maybe he did touch you,   with hands greedy and foul,  and it hit just the right nerve. ‘  /  @blooddrenchcd

[thepsychopathssmile-blog]

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It had been another lovely, lavender-scented, lawn-manicured day from the bedroom window of Tate Langdon---and he could not have been anymore unimpressed. He pulled himself back into the safe shadows of the Victorian home and made his way to the stairwell. A smirk touched his lips and he thought about of stirring up some trouble with Moira (whose attention he could never seem to get) when he heard a familiar voice wafting from the day room on the lower level.

It sounded serious, and he reduced his dragging steps to tip-toeing and leaned against the wall nearby the entryway of the room to listen in on his Mom and her friend Myra’s conversation. 

This better be good. 

[butscrewmefirst]

❛ would you like a drink, love? ❜

@blooddrenchcd

[blamegod-blog1]

an eerie sort of calm settles over jebediah as he straightens his figure. feet move together , hands folded over the ornate head of his cane , gaze drifting beyond the present conversation , moving to the scenery which surrounded them , all of which is seemingly unaffected by the conversation which drifts through the air. there is mild amusement in the quirk of his bow , as though he may laugh at the obvious inexperience of another. she had not been alive long enough to know , that the damage that these things could do to your soul was irreparable , inconceivable.   words move from the ease of the conversation to a hypothetical , a metaphor , the fables which could give meaning to life.    ❛   have you ever considered  ,   ms.  jones  ,  that there are people so evil  ,  so rotten to their very core  ,  that even THE DEVIL may not want them  ?  ❜    she'd never escape from this life. and neither would he.       @blooddrenchcd  ( x )

[agaperead-blog]

blooddrenchcd

“ are you new to hemlock grove? if so, welcome to our little slice of mystery. ”

[thepsychopathssmile-blog]

I owe.

 I might not get to these today (work and also working on my book tonight) but I oweeee...

- thefineartofbitchcraft (x2)

- tcgetherness (x1)

- blooddrenchcd (x1)

- justalostindie (x1)