#castingdark

[spectralbullshit]

character moodboard :    ɴ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ ᴍ ᴀ ʀ ᴇ   ᴘ ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ɪ ғ ɪ ᴇ ᴅ   (  castingdark​  )      ↳  i n s p i r e d   b y     x.  

[traumeriinarchive]

(☾☆) — His sister appeared preoccupied so simply he wrapped his arms around her waist. With a soft chuckle he kissed her cheek before chuckling. ❝I missed you.❞

[burningdownromearchive]

            ❝ Well, you've certainly made yourself hard to find. ❞

[spectralbullshit]

[ ki CKS DOWN DOOR ] TALK TO ME ABOUT JACKSON BAKER TALK TO ME ABOUT JACKSON AND DELILAH IN OUR AU AND IN THE MAIN VERSE BYE

hear me talk about that risotto loving fuck

[burningdownromearchive]

moodboard 12/??? --- isolde vale. 

[mortuiis-archive-blog]

He's leaning in the door frame, head down, smoke smoldering and he puffs idly, a rub to his shoulder as he slants himself to stare at the entity with a sharpened gaze, Valentine has all the time in the world; he's in no rush way make it out to be? The vampire takes the cigarette from between his lips letting out a massive cloud into the air as he stares at her, face expressionless and eyes content on following her movements.                                                      "---what are you doing, Isolde.                                                           Hmm? Are you having fun?                                                           Terrorizing everything you've                                                           worked for in the last decade"

[finalitie-blog]

             There's a gentle sound against the floor from heels rarely worn as she moves across the room to the liquor cabinet, slender fingers pulling out two glasses and grabbing the neck of the Lagavulin. A swift motion of her thumb twists of the cap off and a tilt of her hand has her pouring the two glasses. She doesn't speak or turn around to face Isolde just yet, but her presence was made known by the simple existence of her being in proximity. A quiet clucking sound, not truly scolding or disappointed, but with similar sentiment is made as she turns to the other. Stepping forward, she extends her hand with the tumbler of whiskey.

             ❝We should talk.❞

             Her tone is serious as the gravel of it's tone is carved with the simplicity of her words, a sip of the amber liquor is taken with crystalline hues on Isolde.