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[sheocculta]

‘     I’M  SORRY,     DARCY  CAN’T  COME  TO  THE  phone  right  now.    would  you  like  me  to  leave  a  message?    ’    the  she-demon  turns  to  look  at  the  vampire  with  a  smirk,     eyes  filled  out  black.    she’s  certain  darcy  won’t  believe  whatever  this  vampire  says  if  she  didn’t  believe  that  she  threw  him  into  a  house.    |    FT.   @fangpyrs

[kvsmy-blog]

                                                east of eden / @fangpyrs

          perhaps pressing his hand to the gentle, beat of your heart is too much. perhaps after all these years. after seven years, you could have gained the common sense to run or look away. but you’ve never wanted either of those. you wanted to press your garden calloused fingers to his cheekbones. to feel the rush of emotions and love as when he pressed a kiss to your lips at the tender age of nineteen. when the world had suddenly stopped imploding and maybe, maybe there was reason beyond responsibility survive into adulthood.

          you’re a fool. the son of the spider and death himself, a tired boy who wanted nothing but plants. and for your daughters to feel loved. is too much to want for yourself, to press your foreheads together. you’re in love with him. you’ve been in love with him since were nineteen. you were both so young then. scared boys, flailing out of your depths in affairs and pains you had no idea would break apart and stitch you entirely new people.

          is it really so much to ask for him to take your love? to offer it to him as your only form of worship. he can have it if he accepts, that is of course considering that one of you has to muster those three painful but wonderful words. words squandered on boyfriends, on girlfriends, and on sisters who never ever deserved them. but he has, he always will. perhaps, maybe he’ll understand how much the beating of your shattered tender heart was always meant for him.

[tcmbstoned]

@fangpyrs | FRANCIS.

        ❝ I... WASN’T EXPECTING YOU here so early. ❞  there’s a chipper quality to her voice, a smile spreading across lips that had at one point been painted a deep ruby... now just a hint of that remains.  ❝ i would have made an effort to come straight from the audition... but... i did get some fresh fruit on the way home! ❞  lillian takes a long pause, soft green eyes flickering over his face, and when she speaks her tone is a lot softer, a bit of that mask falling away.  ❝ y-you should come inside. make yourself at home. ❞ 

[fairyvagina]

          ‘     uh---   did   y’just   . . .   SMELL   me   ?     ‘     @fangpyrs

[bluecroquet]

DEAR  FRANCIS ,

plush  lips  curl  inwards  as  feathery  lashes  flutter  with  each  blink ,  she’s  confused  at  why  the  hell  is  her  BOYFRIEND  is  pacing  back  &  forth  in  their  bedroom .  “  francis .  ”  a  soft  exhale  &  she’s  going  to  lose  her  mind  if  francis  wouldn’t  tell  her  what  is  going  on  exactly .  “  francis .  ”  she  repeats  again ,  this  time  in  a  more  firm  tone  of  voice  inking  his  name .  “  what’s  wrong ? why  the  hell  are  you  pacing  like  that ?  ”

@fangpyrs

[telegion]

           @fangpyrs  wants  the  worldkiller  .

 david’s  perched  on  top  of  an  eight-foot  wall    ,    his  hair  styled  up  (  i’m  just  kiddin’  !  it’s  just  like  that  by  itself                    this  is  where  i’d  laugh  )    ,    his  vest  undo    ,    leaned  forward  with  his  elbows  rested  on  his  knees    ,    just  waiting  for  this  guy  to  turn  the  corner  and  see  him    .    it’s  dark    ,    but  he’s  pretty  sure  he’s  still  visible    ,    considering  he’s  got  a  little  glow  going  down  his  forearm                    in  the  shape  of  lightning  bolts  (  people  thought  that  was  cool    ,    before  they  died  !  )    .    but    ,    you  know                     he’s  not  exactly  the  kind  of  …  let’s  call  it  'supernatural  entity’  and  leave  it  at  that                    who  likes  to  be  patient    .    so  he’s  chirping  even  before  he  reaches  the  corner    .              ❝      hey  there  .      ❞            that’s  what  you  say  to  people  when  you  meet  them    ,    right  ?  shit    ,    he’s  forgotten    .    oh  well    .              ❝      what’re  you  doing  up  so  late  at  night  in  such  an  empty  place  ?      ❞

[stckhouse]

❛ I ain’t perfect either. I’m the guy people laugh at. ❜

        well, she doesn’t believe that for even a second. tentative smile forms, she’s giving just a slight disapproving look.    ❛    is that right? i ain’t found a reason to laugh at you at all. guess people don’t know what they’re talking about.    ❜

@fangpyrs / true blood sentence starters !

[bheithann]

@fangpyrs

            “It would be a shame to let such power go to waste,” Jacques mumbled absently. He was holding his paintbrush up, absently swirling around a tiny spiral of paint. He was aware he wasn’t alone, but didn’t seem to care about the company nearby. In fact, he even glanced sideways to give a small smirk to Francis.

            “Don’t you agree?”