#milkandsins

[fangsforhire]

GUYYYYS HE BITES

[sacredeeer]

hooves  on  foliage  ,  twigs  snapping  under  horseshoe  ,  the  cover  of  darkness  allowing  all  to  slip  incognito  .  (  even  not  by  effort  .  )  a  camp  seen  ,  a  camp  passed  ,  he  did  not  realise  he  had  entered  another's  .  immediately  he  heard  the  movement  of  person  .

                                         𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏 : 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔                                       @milkandsins : "identify yourself."

hands  go  up  in  surrender  ,  even  upon  horseback  ,  rifle  slipped  under  the  saddle  ,  revolvers  on  hips  .

"  just  a  stranger  ,  passing  through  ,  didn't  mean  to  intrude  .  "        arms  remain  aloft  ,  jezebel  stopped  ,  spurred  to  stay  calm  .  defuse  .  defuse  .  defuse  .

[milkandsins-a]

The story of Eleanora (Nora) Bishop… A FANDOMLESS ORIGINAL CHARACTER with verses in The Vampire Diaries, Twilight, Game of Thrones, and more!

credits carrd

[cursedstake]

starter for @milkandsins

Midnight life in Mystic Falls was vibrant and loud, something that made Demitri never want to wander from the comfort of his shadowy apartment. But it was not that easy — and he had no choice when he was right at the tail of another vampire.

His steps were hurried, pushing through the rainy streets to follow her into a dark alley. Demitri’s eyes had never left her ever since she entered the Grill; and he had immediately understood what she was. He'd dedicated his whole life, childhood and adulthood, to perfect how to slaughter them and most importantly how to detect them. She would just be one of the many he'd eliminated — just that.

Demitri pushed her against the wall before she could react, his palm nearly covering the entirety of her head as he shoved it harshly against the tiles. His other hand shot down to his belt where a carved stake was hidden — and Demitri retrieved it, stabbing her sides with it.

“ What’s wrong? No private vampire clubs to be at? ” He growled at her with hatred, twisting the wooden stake inside her body in a slow and torturous way.

[survivingpierce]

@milkandsins sent: "It’s infuriating how you’re always right.” (but shes impressed)

        katherine’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile at the admission, her brown eyes glinting with unmistakable satisfaction. it's good when someone acknowledges her talent – whether it was meant sarcstic or not. "it isn’t luck, nora," she said smoothly, "it’s what happens when you actually pay attention. sharp eyes, sharper instincts."  

       she tilted her head, amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. "experience helps too. centuries of being attentice teaches you how to see patterns where others see chaos."

[milkandsins-a]

Low Activity - Original Character - By Jibbs

The story of Nora Bishop…

Condemned during the Salem witch trials, she was innocent yet marked for death.

She closed her eyes beneath the water, expecting silence and awoken to a whole new world...

Carrd

[mikaels0n-elijah]

@milkandsins cont

Elijah’s left eyebrow arched slightly in a questioning manner, as he thought he detected a snide undertone - or even rejection - in her voice. Even though she hadn’t offered him the seat, he sat down in the empty chair across from her, placing his hands on the table, loosely clasped together.

“Quite the opposite. Bad moods are part of life, but sometimes it helps to talk about them or even let them out…,” his eyes twinkled with amusement at the last few words before he leaned back in his chair. “You’re practically seething with a bad mood. There must be a reason.” And that reason isn’t me; Elijah didn’t say those words out loud, but they were obvious between them, hanging in the air and just waiting to be picked up.

[ofdamnedsouls]

@milkandsins asked: ❛ that is… literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. ❜ to Marcel from Eden

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, before he plastered on his signature grin. Shaking his head in amusement. "Yes, it's very illegal." Marcel admitted, standing to walk closer to her. Arms crossing loosely, as he leaned against the closest wall. Watching her. "Don't tell me you haven't done anything illegal? Are you trying to say that you haven't lived life on the edge at all? Never broken a law?" A small shrug of his shoulders, before he stood up straight once more.

"You in, or are you just going to sit here, wishing you had a little fun every once in a while?" Yes, he might have been egging her on. Marcel could have easily went to find his own entertainment, but -- he wanted her to join. "I'll keep you safe."