#m. event

[mcrcki]

@vcndetta said : “Pumpkin spice isn’t bad, you’re just a hater.” (carter and marley)

"to my fucking core, carter, you know this." marley rolled her eyes, looking back at him with a raised eyebrow before they continued. "can you even drink it? figured all you could drink was the blood of innocent people, right? or do you like.. exclusively hunt people who drink a shit ton of pumpkin spice? gets you into the whole fall spirit."

[mercyvelazquez]

honey.

a human! mercy drabble

A heartbeat woke Mercy up. That in itself was not weird. A vampire was supposed to be on the brink of death, beats so slow that it was easy to forget that there was a heart inside of her chest. But this one was rhythmic, beating every so often that it rang in her ear. And–oh her ear was warm as she put her hand to it. In fact, her cheek was too. But the heartbeat, it was irritating and the more she heard it, the faster it seemed to go. But then this pit in her stomach formed. This gaping pit that was not there before, yelling at her, growling like a wolf protecting its kin. It was like her bloodlust but worse. So much worse.

Mercy threw off the sheets and searched for Adrienne’s supply of blood bags but her fangs, they were not sprouting out and she didn’t think too much of it. No, she needed to fill this fit, feed it with something that wasn’t blood. She wanted food. Bacon. Eggs. Tostada. Her stomach was crying out for her mother’s tostada smothered in olive oil and topped with crushed tomato and ham. She raced down to the kitchen, startling the poor cooks inside, a frenzied woman whose face was red from the blood coursing through her veins and demanding a breakfast platter. It didn’t matter what was on the plate, she just wanted food. Immediately, a basket with a baguette was placed in front of her, paired with an array of jams and a small saucer of butter. Coffee, croissants, pain au chocolat. Of course, this was Gabriel’s staff. It was a French breakfast, but Mercy started devouring it nonetheless, a ravenous monster grabbing whatever she could put in her mouth.

“Honey,” she said, the piece of croissant in her hand dropping to the table with crumbs falling everywhere. “I need honey.” The sweet nectar was a treat that had been lost to time for her. The taste buds on her tongue after she turned never finding the sweet taste of the golden syrup the same as she did when she was a human, being replaced but the richness of blood. No, now she craved it. If she could taste the sweet tartness of a strawberry jam, Mercy could finally have her honey again. She didn’t even bother to use a piece of bread, sticking her finger directly into the small jar and putting it straight in her mouth. The floral taste was not lost of Mercy as she enjoyed her treat for the first time in decades. She didn’t even want to question why she could taste it again, but only to keep savoring the liquid gold.

[mcrcki]

"francesca, holy shit, you're here?" not how she was expecting to find out but at least she could mark another family member off.. "you doing okay? no weird vibes going on in your head? cause i've heard there some wack ass magic going on so i'm just doing a headcount."

@mischiefxmuses for francesca bishop

[mcrcki]

"have you noticed that people keep staring at us? like all day?" marley said as she peered out through the shutters of her brother's workshop. they'd felt uneasy all day, constantly looking over their shoulder from the evil eye they'd been getting all day through the town. "something's wrong."

@wvsteria for mason bishop

[mcrcki]

"you know there's a bunch of monsters and creatures around these places that don't exactly like people just.. wandering around the woods." not that marley wasn't doing exactly the same thing, but she was sure that she could handle herself better than the other before her. "did you get lost?"

@fightingdragcnswithycu for quigley quagmire

[mcrcki]

"flora, flora open up." she continued to bang against the door, the window as they pulled the cloak a little further up over their head. they were whispering their sister's name over and over as she continued to knock, trying to get her attention while still keeping any more attention off of herself. "seriously, please, i need you to open the damn door."

@rcvcrics for flora bishop

[mcrcki]

"sorry, did you say something?" marlene turned back towards doe, hearing mutterings coming from around them. the sunflowers staring back at them was already putting marlene on edge that maybe she was just hearing things at this point too. "i could've sworn i heard something.."

@wvsteria for dorcas meadowes ( prompt 13 - monster: werewolf / prompt 22 - this portion of the maze is overgrown with massive sunflowers with crying eyes in the center that watch characters as they move and whisper their worst insecurities and secrets. who would have thought plants could be judgmental? )

[mcrcki]

she was going to be fucking sick-- the image of her sister laid out like that, fuck even the rest of the cops and paramedics that had come when marlene called, her voice barely audible as she tried to fight the nausea, the heartbreak that was ripping through her. she stayed, as close by esther's side as she could, fighting the memories that flashed, the last time she had seen her like this-- and now, all over again... they had taken her, taken her away in some van, and asked her if she would be coming with and marlene shook her head. "i need.. i need to find our older sisters." they would know what to do.. without mom and dad.. they-- they would know. they were barely out of view when marlene couldn't hold onto her stomach contents any longer, taking a few moments to just breathe before she apparated, not caring one bit where abi was or who was with her, she needed her. they needed her now. "abi--!" they belowed the moment they landed in her flat, knees wobbling as she tried to stop another wave, eyes stinging with tears.

@tragcdysewn for abi mckinnon