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@deliciouslyfilthytm​ | semi-plotted

The drugs were finally wearing off, though Shay was still drowsy. Everything was blurred and the one light in the room was so bright everything else was impossible to see. The last thing the brunette remembered was walking out of her apartment building and a needle in the neck. Typical. Cliché. 

As Shay started coming to, a faint dripping sound could be heard nearby and she noticed the vague smell of maple syrup. And her head was POUNDING. It felt like a hammer was repeatedly bashing into her temple, which only grew worse when trying to open her eyes. When Shay finally did open them, her gaze drifted around the room, taking note of someone else tied to a chair. 

“Psst.” Hopefully they were awake too, but when they didn’t respond, a heavy sigh left her lips. 

[gloriousxdarkness]

Send TRUTH + a Question //  accepting // @deliciouslyfilthytm​​ sent — Which ninja turtle do you most identify with and why? 

(& @thatslayer​ for shenanigans) ;)

    “Ninja turtle?” she echoes, bewildered. It takes a moment for the sewer-dwelling mutants to even come to mind. As if there isn’t enough weirdness in this city. “How should I know—?”

[viciousgold]

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When Marisa walked into the club, she paid no mind to the gawking. She was used to people staring for whatever reason. Whether it was her money, which she clearly had by the way she dressed-- her diamond jewelry, the designers she wore-- her beauty, or how in this world, it was out of the ordinary to see a woman walking with a golden monkey by her side. Sometimes people stared for all of the above. Feeling said eyes on her, it didn’t really phase Marisa anymore, and she sat down at the bar. Her daemon leapt up onto one of the seats, looking over at one of the people who hadn’t seemed to notice them, or at least, he wasn’t looking at them. Marisa gave a smile, and her soft voice spoke in an almost melodic way. 

“Here alone as well?” she murmured. “It seems like almost everyone here is either in twos or in packs. I almost feel out of place.” She was a loner for the most part, no real friends, no family, except when it came to social situations. Then she quite naturally spoke to people without a hint of shyness, and seemed like a very confident and extroverted person. 

[boredanelle]

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“      What   kind   of   NOSEY   PERSON   do   you   think   I   am   ???      ”      She   was   definitely   being   nosey.

[waterfrd]

@deliciouslyfilthytm​​ said: "I am often seized by the fatal American need to have a pretty good time."

❛ Well, even so, Gilead has plenty that you can do. We're hoping tourism floods back into the country within a few years. ❜

[leadandlipstick]

        Great Aunt Isabella had been the one to raise her after her mother had died. Aunt Bella had been strict but she hadn’t been unkind- she taught Catalina most of what she knew. What helped her survive the world they lived in. So when Catalina got the phone call just two days after seeing her aunt, that her aunt was found dead in her bed. The woman had been in her nineties, so it wasn’t all that surprising, but it still hurt. Not that one could tell given her outward appearance. 

        Her neat black dress fell just above her knees with a sexy little slit up the back, showing off the sleek seam of her thigh-highs. Her shoes were sky high stilettoes, a rich scarlet. With her purse over her shoulder, she entered the Shady Plots Funeral Home on a mission. Her aunt was Seattle, born and bread, as was all her paternal side of her family. Her stylish dark sunglasses were removed and she folded them neatly, sliding them her in her purse, revealing long lashed sky blue eyes. 

        “I need to bury an old woman and I need the most expensive you have.”

@deliciouslyfilthytm​

[screenviolense-a]

           ‘ whoa, knock much? do we need to get you a little bell around your neck so we know where you are? ‘ maybe she shouldn’t have headphones in while at work, but usually the dead didn’t have many complaints.

@deliciouslyfilthytm​ / starter call.

[dhampirslays]

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It was a clean slay; she had stalked the vampire to an alley, roughed it up a tad by throwing a punch here and there and then dusted it by plucking her stake through its heart. There were no witnesses, human or supernatural and that she had made sure of ― which was why she was taken off-guard when as soon as she put her stake away and turned to leave, there was a figure blocking her exit.

As soon as the temporarily shock wore off ― a matter of seconds, really ― , cobalt hues narrowed at said figure already starting to develop more humanoid features as time ticked by, despite the ugly blue/red contrast of the street lights. They, whoever they were, weren’t human; her gut told her as much and it had rarely proved her wrong. So, standing her ground, the femme’s lips pursed whilst she held the man’s gaze almost as if he had challenged her into a staring competition, of some sorts.

❛  Who the hell are you ? ❜