#jagcula

[darkerthrills]

Lost  boys,  Never  grow  up,  never  go  home                                     Lost  boys,  Never  spend  their  lunch  money,  yeah                                                                                 Lost  boys,  Never  grow  up,  never  get  old                                                                   Lost  boys                                                                    Find  me

                This  machine  is  killing  me  ∬  pretended  it  was  make-believe

                             @scondstar & @jagcula & @darkerthrills

[scondstar]

   ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆ are you star's type? ݁ ⋆⭒˚.⋆

well first off, STAR thinks that he has kind eyes ( ok fine her judgement is severely skewed ) , and secondly ... the lack of " believes in second chances " is why he's barely even looking at her in the movie, huh :')

mmm ... we're still developing things with them, but let me just say, star definitely takes dwayne for granted ── but she also knows that. she counts on him being there when she arguably shouldn't, and it's always a miracle to her when he is. i think she feels the most grounded around him, and especially as things go on ... that's something that she craves more-and-more. don't get me wrong, she likes sitting in silence ── but she also takes sadistic joy in prying words out of him. she wants him to start at the beginning, and tell her everything whether or not she " believes " it. and star does believe it, always, regardless of what she says. even and especially the bad bits; dwayne knows this intrinsically. and for all that he doesn't say, as time goes on ... there's going to be a hand on his shoulder when he's upset. there's going to be arms wrapped tight around him when he feels lost. there's going to be a space for him next to her, always, where he can come to watch her face light up just because it's him.

[dcllfang]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUG!!! --- from dwayne ♡♡♡

; — BIRTHDAY BUG TALKS💛

｡･ﾟﾟ･(>д<)･ﾟﾟ･｡ OH CUE THE INSANE HAPPY SOBBING — LITERALLY NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY SAT HERE STARING AT THE SCREEN WITH MY JAW ON THE FLOOR FOR FIFTEEN SOLID WHOLE MINUTES THESE ARE SO DELICIOUS????!!! CONSIDER MY FLABBERS GASTED, MY TIMBERS SHIVERED THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH!!!!!! OH MY GOOOODNESS

[dcllfang]

send ‘watch’ for my muse to watch your muse from across the room.

; — BAR ACTION PROMPT🩸

She’s CLEARLY spotted him before he’d spotted her. His broad frame tucked toward the side of the mass of beachgoers, PRETTY and PERFECT. Brunet hair framing his face in a way that made her want to SINK HER TEETH into him. Simply AWARE of him in a way she wasn’t with others, a PREDATORY knowing of his presence.

The HOURGLASS of her is thrown among the throng, SINUOUSLY moving to the music. The BUBBLEGUM of her halter top shimmering, exposing freckled shoulders and the shining pink of her BITE SCAR. Two twin crescents that GLINTED in the stage light WARMED evening. Thick thighs testing the restraint of a skirt TOO SHORT slimming into bare feet long removed from strappy heels. ╭BEAUTIFUL SACCHARINE BEAST╮ Looking for all the world as though someone lovingly HAND PAINTED there, DIVINE and smeared in GLITTER.

She can FEEL when his DARK gaze shifts to her, unconscious SUGARY SMILE curling her glossy lips. Thick lashes BRUSHING the high apples of her cheeks as her honeyed brown gaze connects with his. TWO FELIDAE IN THE DARK.

The swing of her hips turning more purposeful and prettily exaggerated — SHOWING OFF FOR HIM. Gaze never leaving his as she leans into one of the MEN drawn into her ORBIT, PEACHY GRIN melting into a SIREN TEASE as the softness of her figure falls flush against the bulk of the human’s. Hands settle on her waist, UNKNOWING of the game she was playing. BLEACHED curls swaying as her pretty head falls back against his shoulder, dark brow arching at her pretty boy in CHALLENGE. ‪

❝Dwayne,❞ ‬her GLITTERY lips shape HIS NAME without sound. BELONGING coloring the way it sits on her plush lips as though it were HERS and HIM ALONG WITH IT.

All the while, her MOUNTAIN LION BRIGHT gaze never drags away from his.

[nocturnalpolaroid]

@jagcula | A Mischievous Starter

Val didn’t know how long she’d been staring at the ride, but it was already proving to make her nauseous.

The Cyclone already looked like a menace from a distance, but being up close to it caused Val's heart to drop into her stomach. Watching the tourists scream as they were pressed to the wall while the metal machine spun on an angle horrified her. One horrible outcome after another played in her mind - already, she half expected one unfortunate tourist to suddenly come shooting out of it and land with a horrible drop onto the concrete.

A hand on her shoulder, however, caused the girl to scream as she was pulled from her thoughts. Stumbling away as she shoved the hand off her person, she practically spun on her heel as she looked to see who had managed to catch her off...

Oh.

It was him. Her ‘surfer savior’ from a few nights ago. Just as quickly as he’d managed to pull her away from the fight, he somehow managed to catch her unawares on the boardwalk, of all places.

“Fuck’s sake, could you be any quieter?!” Val pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the rapid thump of her heart through her top. “I swear, you almost gave me goddamn heart attack!”

[dcllfang]

; — @jagcula BIT DOWN on the SONG CALL🩸

Her SYRUPY WRETCHED LITTLE HEART had a SOFT SPOT for him so vast and deep, it could CRACK down the center of her CADAVEROUS CHEST. Honeyed gaze full of LEONINE HEAT whilst she roves her attention over the broad length of him, DEVOTIONAL and DEVASTATINGLY PRETTY.

╭SHE'D SINK TO HER KNEES IF HE'D, BUT SMILE AT HER╮

BARBIE PINK CLAWS curling around his neck, walking him back into the SEA BLANCHED wall. WEDGING them both in the dark shadowy space between boardwalk buildings hosting SCAM games. GLITTER GLOSSED lips pressing against his as though she needs the taste of him to BREATHE.

❝You can have my everything,❞ the oath is an ACHINGLY SWEET thing whined into his mouth. Delicate fingers prying his belt and button loose, breaking the KISS to suck little feverish ones down the pretty line of his throat. MOVEMENTS ACHINGLY IMPATIENT.

❝You make me perfect,❞ her free hand guides his calloused one up under her shirt. TEASING the guided drag of it up to a lace covered breast. IT ALL FELT LIKE TOO LITTLE, NOT NEARLY CLOSE ENOUGH.

❝I wanna fuck you like an animal,❞ a whispered SIREN confession. The words trailing DEVOUT across his skin, as though it were the most beautiful compliment she could've given. MOUNTAIN LION IN HIS EMBRACE.

CLOSER BY NINE INCH NAILS

[heartwithyou]

"Keep applying pressure, just like that." ( ariel )

MACABRE — BLOOD ⤷  accepting ! ✧₊⁺🦇⋆.˚୨ৎ🩸

" what  the  fuck !  WHAT  THE  FUCK ! "  a  dangerous  brew  of  emotions  bubbles  within  an  already  vicious  vampire.  she's  panicking.  agitated.  furious.  whatever  'blood'  runs  through  her  veins  oozes  from  where  the  dog  had  torn  through  her  jacket  and  into  her  flesh.  pressure,  he's  telling  her  to  apply  pressure.  what  she  believes  to  be  a  deep  breath  comes  out  as  a  low  growl.  her  face  contorts  with  a  grimace  as  her  hand  clamps  over  her  wound  slicking  her  palms  with  dark,  glittery  substance.  " i  swear  to  god,  if  i  see  those  stupid  surfers  again  i  will  drain  them  and  their  fucking  dog ! "  her  head  is spinning  like  a  top.  even  as  glowing  green  eyes  smolder  with  rage——-  there's  a  glimmer  of  fear  she'd  only  ever  let  him  see.  " this  —  this  won't  kill  me,  will  it?  we  —  we  heal,  right ? "

[heartwithyou]

@jagcula liked for a STARTER from ARIEL ! ✧₊⁺🦇⋆.˚୨ৎ🩸

ariel  is  deeply  engaged  in  her  nightly  routine  of  lurking  in  shadows  and  watching  all  of  the  boardwalk  activity.  although  tonight,  the  vampire  is  not  interested  in  finding  any  prey.  instead,  she's  transfixed  by  one  of  the  carnival  rides——  the  bright  lights,  the  cheesy  music,  the  way  riders  stumble  away  from  dizziness  laughing  into  the  night.  there's  something  comforting  about  it,  one  last  ride  to  end  a  perfect  summer  night.  she  barely  reacts  when  the  population  of  the  shadows  grows  from  one  to  two——  the  distinct  swish  of  leather  tells  her  who  it  is  right  away.  she'll  scan  their  surroundings  before  her  gaze  settles  on  him,  " there  aren't  any  cops  around, "  she'll  posit,  " you  think  that'd  be  fun  to  ride ? "  brows  furrow  slightly  as  wide  green  eyes  subtly  plead,  " what  d'ya  say,  dwayne ? "  lips  curl  into  an  innocent  smile,  " pretty  please ? "