#lapoupeedeporcelaine

[disorder-alice]

Quando si scompare la prima volta, lo si fa in sogno. La seconda volta non si sogna più. La terza non si vive che nei sogni delle persone che si sono conosciute. #today #reading #currentread #bookstagram #light #maxencefermine #lafeedesglaces #lapetitemarchandedereves #lapoupeedeporcelaine #frenchwriter #shadow #shadowworld

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

The Porcelain Mask

What her eyes observed of this female was revealing. This young and petite female did not hold the features of a youthful human girl at play. Yes, she held youthful eyes, lips, cheekbones. However, it was in the eyes which revealed the years upon this creature of the blood. A creature with the face of a porcelain doll forever encased. She came upon a few creatures who were removed of this life young and returned in the same form no matter the immortality.

A hand was held towards the female in a gesture of a handshake, "Good evening to you not so little one. What is the name you bear upon your form and of your history? You are aware of my scent in the same manner I am aware of yours. What are your intentions?" With the form she held, how easily it would be to lure humans to her company and to feast upon them when they sought to hold her in their arms. A perfect monster beneath the face of an angelic girl.

[thegutterwelcomesyou-blog]

Moonlight Mischief

Luther was a temperamental asshole, and had stormed out after an argument with Cal. He wasn't at home and he wasn't at the butcher shop and he wasn't answering his phone, so the Pack had to go on a city-wide wolf hunt for him. It was pretty immature for an Alpha, if you asked Dem anyways.

Dem wandered to a spot where you could usually find the Alpha-male after a tantrum, an playground, long abandoned in favor of a newer, sturdier one. The swings that remained were rusted and squeaked, the merry-go-round was jammed with sticks and rocks, the old-fashioned slides with ladders were covered in graffiti and the spring animals one rocked back and forth on had been chipped of paint, the blank features looking rather ghoulish. It was a terrible place to play, but it wasn't a bad place to go and light a cigarette.

Coming up empty on his search, the rotting picnic table Luther frequented being vacant, Dem turned to leave, but for a moment he heard giggling. He froze in his tracks, looking over the empty playground again. Where had that noise come from? It was late, almost midnight, far too late for any child to be out playing. He ventured slowly into the rocky gravel that made for the floor of the playground, feeling as if he were in a horror movie. "Hello?" He called into the darkness, "Anybody here?"

[takeabiteoutofyou]

lapoupeedeporcelaine wants their picture taken

A few days later and Izzie still felt those eyes on her skin. Watching her. Waiting for the right opportunity to cut her down. However, she couldn't let what happened almost two weeks ago keep her from living her life. She wasn't going to mope, but ask who this young girl was and why she looked like a porcelain doll. "Excuse me, is there a convention going on? I know some people like to dress up, but are you here for an event? You need pictures taken?," she asked.