#dark thread

[wisdomfish]

The dark threads are as needful In the weaver’s skillful hand As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern he has planned.

Grant Colfax Tuller, “The Weaver.”

[sanguinesinners]

||A Vampiric Encounter||

@domina-natasha

Mitchell eyed the woman from across the room, she seemed the delightful sort to fee-…well, to get aquatinted to let’s say. His dark orbs scanned the dance floor, observing everyone through the strobe lights and to darkness. The red head still stood out, though he sensed something within her that didn’t quite make sense, and to a Vampire…it should.

He stood silently, arms folded and a seductive grin complimented his features as he still watched her body move in a way that he was attracted to. He had to stay good, stay and be…act ‘human’.

[college-apprentice]

@xadelinekaldwinx Violet followed Adeline inside the theater, seeing some dubious gang members there... she got nearer to Adeline, just for security...

[sweetbutspooky-blog]

@xrchomai

Aster stared out at the starless sky, feeling strange and alone. He couldn’t believe she was gone... Even after all the awful things she’d done, he couldn’t believe that some part of him missed her. He sat and presses his palms against his eyes, trying to think his way through this mess.

[castleeruri]

Spoils of War {C}

Continued from HERE

Pain had silenced him for the moment as he tried to remember how to breathe past the blood still pooling in his mouth from a nasty strike that had caused him to split the edge of his tongue open. Laying there on the floor, he silently promised himself he'd get revenge on these fuckers for having not only gotten the upper hand, but for dropping him on this filthy floor. He wouldn't forgive such treatment.

Steel grey eyes had rolled to look at the giant of a man that was approaching him, the fight obviously far from gone from the petite man. Though it was the dirty boot pressing against his shoulder that triggered yet another burst of energy within the brunet and he pushed himself up with his right hand while his left arm jerked sharply to slam against the blond's calf and force his foot away. At the same time, he spat a wad of saliva thinned blood at the man, teeth bared after in a snarl.

Sure, he'd learned to tame his violent urges, to pass the way humans who had grown topside did. But the animalistic responses that he'd been raised with in the Underground were still there and right now he saw no reason to hide them. Right now, all he cared about was finding a way out.

[konohadaddies-a]

"give it to me rough." (Your choice!!)

It was perhaps his own fault for assuming that no one would ever be willing to entertain Hari-Kuyo in his post mission fire. Most everyone that met the darker personality of the Nara found him terrifying. And that was without being the focus of the man’s attention. 

Yet here they were, Minato pressed tight to a tree by the Nara’s body, one tan hand placed threateningly over the blond’s throat. Shikaku knew he could calm them, could push Hari-Kuyo back with enough time, but then Minato spoke and the Nara felt the pleased growl rumble in his throat without meaning for it to. He could feel his attempt at control slipping, the blond’s permission making it impossible for him to keep holding on.

Instead, when the pure black mask was jerked off the Nara’s head and dropped to the ground near them, there was a darkness in his gaze that few would know what to do with. Lust was clear in that mahogany gaze, but whether it was for more blood spill or that of other bodily fluids wasn’t completely clear.

The hand on Minato’s throat tightened slightly, just so he could feel the bob of the other’s Adam’s apple under his palm as he leaned in, grinning dangerously. “You only get one chance to take that back...Then you’re mine...make sure you’re certain.”

As he spoke, his free hand slipped between them to start working at the blond’s pants. Full nudity was far from needed to Hari-Kuyo, but he did need some access to the other’s body. Though at the moment, he could still be stopped. If only because it was the one limit he agreed with Shikaku on; rape had no place in their life.

[itsybitsyparker]

Peter smirked as he dropped down to examine the body, left just for him. How sweet. He’d have to hurry, the cops would be here any moment, bringing along the poor overworked forensics team and the detectives that would sniff around like confused puppy dogs. He almost felt bad for them, poor things. Completely unaware of the chess match being played right under their noses. 

Time to examine his opponents move. The victim was almost unrecognizable but somehow he managed it, it was a mid-level crime boss that Peter had had his eye on for weeks. Awww, a part of him was touched, his playmate had not only noticed his chosen victim pool but had paid homage to it. The other part was pissed, how dare he? This was his turf, these victims were his to choose from and this guy had no right. He wanted to hit something, he wanted to throw his opponent’s creation to the dogs, wanted to destroy it himself. 

Peter forced himself to take a breath. This was just an evolution of their game, a new play, a clever move. No matter, he’d still win. He forced himself to look closer, to find a hidden message within a hidden message. The blood was drained but that was nothing new, the face was mutilated, also nothing new, the additions this time were almost amusing, a snout, tusks, a pair of outdated glasses that seemed out of place until taken in context with the pigs tail.

Aha! Someone’s a Harry Potter fan. So that was the hidden message this time, a fun fact about his new friend. Peter grinned to himself, already planning his next murder, should he keep with the Harry Potter theme? That could be fun...

Possibilities, possibilities.

@kuers

[a-house-of-girls]

Tessa groaned, whimpering as the man suddenly pushed himself into her. She pulled at her restraints, the van cold under her. The man had come out of nowhere, grabbing her as she left the hospital parking lot. She pulled on the ropes again, whimpering, pleading.