#immortaljerk

[immortaljerk]

@bloodiedlyrics

"ɪ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ         L A S T  ᴏғ ᴍʏ sᴏʏ ᴛᴀsᴛʏ, ASTRID.               Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴇ                      sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ғᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ. ᴍʏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ              s ᴜ ᴍ ᴍ ᴇ ʀ   s ᴏ ᴄ ɪ ᴇ ᴛ ʏ . "      

[immortaljerk]

ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴅᴇᴅ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇs ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀsᴛ ʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ. ɪᴍᴀɢᴇs ᴏғ ʜᴏᴡ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ sᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ. ᴏɴᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴇʟʟ ʀᴀɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ sʜᴇ sɴᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅᴏx sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ᴀs ɪғ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴᴇ sᴜʟʟᴇɴ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴇɴᴀᴄɪɴɢ ɢʀɪɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ. "--ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ  L Y I N G . Iғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs  ONE ᴛʜɪɴɢ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴜʀᴛ, ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ʜᴇʀ. " ᴄᴀʀᴍɪʟʟᴀ's ᴇʏᴇs ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀs sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ, ᴜɴsᴜʀᴇ ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪғ ʟᴀᴜʀᴀ ᴡᴀs ʟʏɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅɪᴛᴄʜ? ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴇʟʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ's ʟɪғᴇ.

[immortaljerk]

@trxthspeaker

"ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ LAST ᴛɪᴍᴇ.   ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴ ᴅᴡᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ NOT ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ." 

           ( carmilla sounded darker than usual as she yelled at the science majors that had been bothering her since the entire campus wide massacre deal. )

[immortaljerk]

Carmilla, are your arms so ripped because you're a lesbian? Or because you're a vampire?

“Wouldn’t you like to know, cupcake?”

Carmilla’s words were scolding. Would she walk around topless all the time? Hell yeah. Would she answer questions about her sex life to some grey faced stranger--not in this lifetime.

[immortaljerk]

twistthebxnes

        “Here, K I T T Y   K I T T Y . “

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immortaljerk

So Carmilla had given up. Not only did she absolutely hate her, but she’d given up and that was the most disturbing part of this. Though at this point, she wasn’t sure why it shocked her. They were going to war, and as Carmilla had so graciously pointed out, this wasn’t a story. Meaning the happy ending wasn’t always destined to happen..

And considering she was literally about to march into a battle where she would probably die. Well, that wasn’t depressing. But it didn’t matter. Nope it didn’t matter. She was on her way to die, and Carmilla could care less. And it didn’t matter because she was still going to go. She was still going to fight, and whatever happened happened. 

“Come on, Hollis, best foot forward. You can do this.”

It was after all her idea to go to war with Vordenberg and his army. And from the looks of the forces that Danny had freed from captivity, there might have actually been a chance. No matter how slight it was, that they would succeed. 

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immortaljerk

"Shall we paint the town red for your birthday?" Carmilla asked, walking up behind her sister, placing her head on her shoulder as her hand massaged her shoulder. "I may be over 300 years old but I wouldn't forget."

There’s  coffee in  her hand as  she stands by the window, watching  the last rays of  sun slip below the horizon. A  smirk tugs at her lips as Astrid   feels   Carmilla   step   up  behind   her, invading any personal space bubble she may hold for others. “I would be offended if you did.”