#dcstructivcs

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@dcstructivcs | — UNKNOWN.

         SHE’S COVERED IN BLOOD, drenched from head to toe. it runs down her lips, down the actress’ neck and onto her blouse. Her gaze, normally focused --- is glassy and dull. A GRIN is on her lips, outstretched and WILD. Head tilts to the side, fingernails dipped in a dark red and viscera that lingers in its beauty. Her sharp green slips up --- to catch the stare of someone else in the parking garage. A PURR. Amusement? Happiness? Lust? Who would be able to tell? A laugh pours from deep within her chest as she stares at him. Jarring in the deliverance. He has a sharp jaw --- eyes that nearly match hers in craziness. She CHEWS. SWALLOWS.

        ❝ ... Oops?! My bad !! ❞ 

[spoilednight]

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

the  trend  of  you  being  so  gotdam  perfect  …  no  but  seriously  ,  i  don’t  know  if  there’s  many  trends  i’m  aware  of  /  that  i’m  over.  i  think  just  the  general  consensus  of  ,  like  …  your  blog  being  pristine  and  perfect  24  /  7  or  else  we  won’t  follow.  if  you  want  your  blog  to  be  prim  and  proper  all  the  time  ,  then  good  for  you  !  hell  yeah  ,  do  your  thing  !  take  pride  in  it.  but  at  the  end  of  the  day  ,  this  is  just  a  hobby.  we  all  have  lives  ,  jobs  ,  what  have  you.  we’re  not  gonna  be  totally  neat  ,  we’re  not  gonna  be  here  all  the  time  ,  blah  blah  blah.

                  (   wanna  hear  me  bitch  &  moan  like  always  ?   )   —   accepting.

[funeralbelle]

do you ever get responses from all of your faves and get so flattered and flustered that you have to log out to shit your extremely stimulated pants for three days straight

thanks guys holy shit!!!!!! the problem is you guys are all people/groups i’m desperate to impress so i need to join a trashy low expectations rp to get back into the writing groove before i show my face in front of any of you but BOY when i get back on the horse i am charging at all of your sweet asses good god christfucking jesus fuck

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@dcstructivcs / ZAIDEN.

        HE’S IN THE MOOD for something DANGEROUS, something F U N. Itching to dig his nails into flesh, or find his way INTO a high-security museum for a little WALK around the gallery... some days the cambion just wanted to make a MESS. 

        So he’s walking. Strolling, really --- along the road. The CEMETERY sits next to him on the right, on the left are a few apartments and an alley he liked to call his HOME away from HOME. --- And someone is following him.

        He probably noticed it a bit TOO LATE, focused on the way the night sky sent the stones into SHADOW, and the two girls in front of him a few blocks away, drunk and giggling. One was gossiping about her ex-boyfriend while the other was stumbling around dancing to MUSIC no one else could hear. But someone was there. Silent footsteps that were clear to his ears STOMPING behind him like a WARNING. Xander was on edge, but for once, curious as to why someone who smelled so INTERESTING would not make an effort to HIDE HIMSELF better. 

         He turns into the cemetery, hops easily over the six-foot gate with ease, and TWISTS on the spot, knowing he was going to follow. He flashes FANGS, eyes going an ONYX in completion with no pupils, and no whites. “I’m on a break, so do you want to explain why you’ve been following me and staring at my ASS for six blocks?” 

[ipsxm]

@dcstructivcs | ZAIDEN.

        “I HOPE YOU LIKE the painting I sent to you.” His tone was soft, far more than Zaiden had ever heard him. Matthew was TIRED today, lids were heavy and lashes were thick over blue pupils. Still, he moved around the place with an ease that came with PRACTICE, leaning on chairs and counters whenever he could to rest. He was making the man a DRINK, slender fingers caring for the glasses in his hands. 

        “I considered not sending it but... it was clear the piece was not for me.”

        He pours a generous amount and slides it across the table as his hands were not quivering today, and he could trust his reactions despite his EXHAUSTION. The artist takes a sip of his own, and relishes in the burn at the back of his throat. He’d be lying if he said it was his first of the day. “I---” A pause, and Matthew finally really LOOKS AT HIM, studies his expression and the way his shoulders seem to SQUARE when he speaks. “Why are you here?” His words were blunt, but he knew that the assassin could HANDLE THEM. “I know you haven’t gone back on your stance, and I... if it’s because of the painting know I don’t --- I’m not asking for anything or, it was a gift. I don’t get visitors often, I---” Another pause, and this one LINGERS in the air like a parasite. “What’s on your mind?” 

[ofinfernal-blog]

@dcstructivcs / ZAIDEN.

        SHE’S PLAYING WITH one of her knives, Mindful Wrath sits in her palm, the deep green sliding along pale fingers. But Zahirith is not focused on the weapon, her gaze is FOCUSED, settled on another pale figure littered with tattoos. He’s only a few feet away, and when he gets close enough, she catches his arm with her free hand, touch GENTLE, a small smile playing on her lips. “You wanna have some fun?”

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@dcstructivcs | ZAIDEN.

        WICKED GRIN IS ON her lips, hands RUNNING over the other’s chest. Zac was next to them, standing in the corner of the room and she was making sure they were BOTH on DISPLAY. It wasn’t Zahirith’s fault that Zac’s lady had gone on a TRIP, leaving the man to ruin her and Zaiden’s ALONE TIME.  ❝ I’m sure she’ll be back soon. ❞  Devilish smirk on her lips as she presses a kiss to Zaiden’s jaw. Head tilts to look at his brother, she winks at him.  ❝ Stop being so cross. You look like a wet dog that’s been kicked. ❞  Her nails press a little harder on her partner’s flesh. She turns to him, biting on her lip, a pure POUT on full show just for him. Now Zahirith is just trying to rile him up, knowing exactly what to say to get him going.  ❝ We should probably go somewhere else before I get too frisky. I don’t think your brother’s gonna want to SEE what we’re about to do... well, unless he’s into that. Are YOU into that? ❞ 

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@dcstructivcs / ZAIDEN.

        ❝ YOU ALWAYS LOOK LIKE something is digging at your mind. as if there’s something WRONG. ❞ She speaks softly, the hum of the bar hiding her words although it’s relatively silent at this late hour and she’s the CENTER of attention. Hand brushes at hair, pushing it from her face and across one shoulder as green eyes peer into sharp blue.  ❝ --- What is that? What are you hiding from me? What makes you look so troubled all the time, like you can never be happy again? ❞