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[crownedinmarigolds]

Drew my boyfriend Garrett the Nosferatu for @gnarledbite! Sorry I really wanted to post it... I just think he's neat!

[mxldito]

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"Like the quiet of the grave. It's peaceful. Don't tell me people give you shit for it." Coyote knew they didn't exactly smell like sun-dried linen but as far as a lot of Nosferatu went, Garrett smelled especially pleasant. "You know, we don't give the Tzimisce enough shit for the way they smell. Like every bodily fluid you can imagine. Combined."

Growing a little restless on his back, they slipped an arm around his neck. Not pressing down enough to put any actual pressure on him, and mimicked a cracking sound. "Gotcha!" They settled back down and allowed their arm to relax over his shoulder but their gloved fist opened and closed, opened and closed.

"Are you gonna tell me where we're headin' yet? Did you find a well to throw me down? You find a cool rock that you couldn't pick up? Have I been demoted to backpack duty?" They pestered. "...The well idea is kinda funny. Please tell me it's a well."

[arcanescholxr]

Continued from here

Finding an injured vampire wasn’t how Dwight thought he’d start off his night. But he didn’t hesitant to bring him inside and assess his wounds. When he realized that the injuries would require blood to heal them, Dwight sheepishly offered.

“I mean, at least this would be the first time I willingly gave it away!” Dwight jokes a little, an awkward laughter passing his lips. “It’s a long story, I got attacked by vampires once and during our scuffle, they managed to nick my arm and that was their go ahead to try to drain me, and then-.”

Dwight stops himself when he realizes that he’s rambling.

“Um, wrist is better I think. That way I can more easily bandage it up.” Dwight explains as he pulls his cardigan sleeve up to offer up his wrist.

@gnarledbite

[byanyan]

[ sms : knifeling ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer. ( @gnarledbite (it struck me as soft so have this ♡)

a game of telephoneㅤㅤㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting ) ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ↪ @gnarledbite

ㅤthere's no immediate response. in fact, it's a good hour or two before the three dots which indicate a reply is being typed finally appear, and even then they disappear and reappear several times — it's clear that the reply is either a long one, or that byan is having a difficult time choosing the correct words. (it soon becomes evident that it's the latter.)

[sms: overbite]:ㅤoh

another long pause occurs, lasting an entire twenty minutes.

[sms: overbite]:ㅤok. gud 2 kno

while this initially appears to be their final message, garrett's phone eventually receives another notification, nearly an hour later;

[sms: overbite]:ㅤ...thanks

[cxpedcrusxder]

@gnarledbite sent:

❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞ (for Bruce's main or vampire verse, it's up to you!~)

A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS

    🦇—-;; Bruce wasn't exactly sure how that was any better than lying to him, given that what he hadn't been told would have been useful to know before now. The Bat can't quite keep the scowl off his face then, noticeable even through the cowl, despite the sculpted frown presently etched into it. White lenses narrow and he huffs. He'd already been leary of the other to begin with - for something neither of them can help at the moment. It seemed he'd been right to not completely trust what he'd been told.

He tuts, letting out a soft 'tsk' sound as his tongue clicks against his teeth. "Is that suppose to be any better than lying to me?" The vigilante asks. "Do you take me for some kind of fool?" It's a rhetorical question. Bruce seems to at least realise he's being a bit grouchier than usual, but he hates when he feels like he's been pulled along, or slighted.

He takes an unnecessary breath and brings his hand up to lightly pinch the bridge of his nose before he shakes his head. "Why not tell me the whole truth? What are you protecting?"

[draggeddowntothedark]

Megan said it before she even thought about it.

"If you need to feed, you could take a bite from m-"

She clamped her jaw shut and immediately was filled with regrets. It had been a peaceful kind of night. Read from her book, chatted about nothing, enjoyed just... not being alone. When Garrett was prepping to go, he mentioned he was going to grab 'a bite' on the way home and... well. That offer was now up in the air.

"... Well, maybe take a bite off of me. I... don't really know how nosferatu bites work, could it actually hurt me in the long run or will it have me walkin' with the undead?"

@gnarledbite

[crimson--corvid]

cont. from [here] @gnarledbite

Well, he was hurting, alright. An explosion was rough to go through, even for a vampire. Flames had licked at his skin, which struggled to heal properly as he trudged through the plumes of thick and noxious smoke. Shrapnel was still buried in his muscles like torturous splinters of agony. It hurt, and it hurt in a way all to similar to the pain he felt upon his death and rebirth.

Memories of the War were beginning to pull at his mind, but with that last burst of destruction, the hunter base was destroyed, an they were one step closer to winning the battle for the city. It was a simple price to pay. He'd just need a damn good meal and some sleep after all that. Thank Mithras for the fortitude and resistance to flame frenzy.

Then, no sooner than he'd tasted fresh air, he was embraced into a kiss. As the teeth and what remained of lips pressed against his own, Ruairi felt the shockwave of emotion pulse right through him. That was Garrett. Kissing him. And not just a peck like men were comfortable with back in the old days, but a full, deep, desperate kiss.

The kind he'd wanted to plant on Garrett's lips for so long now. When they parted, and Garrett began to turn sheepish on him again, Ruairi knew he couldn't let it simmer any longer. He took Garrett's face into his gentle hands, pulling him back into another, more confident kiss. He wanted it to be the kind of kiss that dispelled any lingering doubt of his attraction. He put all of himself into the contact, finger's gracing up against Garrett's cheekbones and jawline.

After the moment, he pulled himself back, resting his brow against the other man's forehead and saying, "I dunno, I think the kiss was a good start." A pang of pain rung through his flesh, and he winced as he hunched over, his face moving to bury into Garrett's shoulder. "Urgh... but now that you mention it..."

[babydxhl]

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send a 👫 and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship.

mary likes betty but mary's cat (marlene dietrich) does not, in fact, like betty. this is one of the few things mary and her cat disagree on

mary, criminally curious and ever eager to continue cycles of abuse, has offered her own henchmen to garrett for feeding when times get tough. sometimes it's the ones that are getting a bit too confident, sometimes it's the ones she thinks are too soft. it comes down to what i've said before that she has a soft spot for him, and mary is v good at showing her love in strange and uncomfortable ways

she thinks the motorcycle is dumb and pretentious and she did (once, drunk) key her initials into it on a sunday afternoon

there was one time when no one else was answering that she did call him, screaming and shouting down the phoneline, bc she was being taken back into arkham. using her one phone call in the police station, begging him to come help her get out. she does not want to discuss it ever again and arkham has been an OFF LIMITS subject ever since