#msscre

[ocursed-blog]

           “  SO          are  you   p o s s e s s e d   by  my  sister  or  does  she  actually  have  a  heart?  because  i  don’t  believe  it. ”            //   @msscre  he’s  gotta  shit  talk  his  fam.

[peoplceatcr]

   smoke trails behind him - the SWEET smell of nicotine surrounds him & he'll tug at the tattered coat until it's TIGHT and snug around his shivering frame. he loathes the town at night - no   ( SWEET MEAT )   out at night, instead they lay in their warm beds - sleeping soundly. speaking about SWEET MEATS - ' hello ! '

@msscre |  RUN !

[lustfordxath-blog]

@msscre

        “what do you do when you’re fucking the devils son and he doesn’t like it?” is that going too far? to be fair she does actually love him ; he’s grown on her in a way she wasn’t expecting. fingernails painted black tap on the crystal glass in front of her, this being the second time she’s visited this cafe in a week, again only ordering a glass of vodka on the rocks.

[atalesdivide]

@msscre

“I said meet at the randevu point two hours ago.” She’s impatiently standing at her car, out in the open with relatively little protection. “I don’t think this counts as professional or professional courtesy. Like I said I didn’t bring anyone else with me.” She’s dressed impractically for what she’s there for. She’d asked the assassin to acquire something for her and yet they weren’t there yet. 

Or they were in the wings waiting and watching. She didn’t once give away that she was prepared for something like that. Sona was used to people underestimating her. She practically screamed entitled rich girl whose father had always given her exactly what she wanted. Just no one thought that it meant that that girl would turn into the predatory she’d become after her father was murdered. 

[sacripent]

❀ & ✿ !

     meme      /      accepting   .

❀   -   fact about the muse

castiel never truly loses his faith.  he goes through periods of anger and doubt, and he definitely has a very complex relationship with god and his faith, but he never full rejects it.  even when we first meet castiel in s4 and he’s still a righteous soldier, he has begun to question.  like he says, he’s not a hammer.  he questions, wonders, but ultimately, he was dutiful and obeyed.  when he realizes god has truly abandoned humanity and the host is when his faith starts to get tricky.  he’s angry at god and no longer believes in the unquestionable righteousness and authority of heaven, but they’re still the first beings castiel thinks of and turns to when he needs aid.  he never stops praying, even when his search for god proves fruitless and he doesn’t really believe anyone will answer.  even endverse castiel still prays, although he’s definitely lost hope.

in some ways he envies angels who are still unshakable in their faith, but he also kind of pities them.  he’s learned so much from his time among humanity and the winchesters that that sort of existence seems so narrow-minded.  it’s like they’re all still living in a world of black and white while castiel has begun to understand that life is mostly grey area.  he wouldn’t wish the pain and disappointment and confusion he feels upon any of them, but he knows now that absolute obedience isn’t the answer – you have to learn to think for yourself.

✿   -   fact about the mun

i’m currently working for a small film company that operates locally to me!  i’ve been getting a crash course in documentary film editing and am just finishing up assistant editing a doc that’s been in the works since last april, although i only came on around last september.  i’ve also been helping the company with two of their other projects – another film and a television series they’re developing – so i’ve been giving notes on scripts, helping with the pitch bible, look book, etc.

[lustfordxath-blog]

@msscre

       “remember the devils son that i was fucking.” she takes a pause and shoves her ENGAGEMENT RING in the others face -- in a nice way of course. “he asked me to marrrrrrrrry him!”

[hybridveins-blog]

Send me 🔪 to stab my muse.

                             Stab My Muse || ACCEPTING.

@msscre           It came as a surprise. Mileena has been shot but never stabbed before and it hurt a lot worse. Blood began to stain her shirt as her eyes remained locked on Persephone. She roughly grabs Persephone by the wrist and slowly pulls the knife from her stomach and once it was out she twisted Persephone's wrist making her drop the knife onto the ground, with her wrist still twisted she forced her against the wall, her free hand coming up to grip her throat and squeeze hard enough to make her choke on air. She slowly began to raise her hand to lift her off the ground but stopped once she saw she was struggling to stand on the tips of her toes, “If you EVER stab me again, I will fucking end you. I will devour you from head to toe, flesh, and bone and shit you out! Do you understand me, Persephone?!” Mileena was not one for raising her voice, but how could she not. She released her throat and wrist to let her fall to the floor. Her eyes were now blackened out with a faint flame that could be seen where the pupil would be, she glared down at her before stepping past her. The wound had already healed, she just needed to clean herself up. And now her favorite outfit was ruined. FUCK.

[hybridveins-blog]

🔴

                        Blood Lust Meme || ACCEPTING

@msscre 1: your muse wiping/licking blood from my muses lips.

    Thank God, Persephone wasn’t the squeamish type. That wouldn’t have gone too well now, would it? Letting her witness only half of the beast that lurked beneath this thing called flesh. It was one thing to fuck with Mileena, but it was another to fuck with someone she was rather close to and it was more than just one that tried, there were dozens. Dozens of pawns meeting their end for a person unknown to her. Throats were missing flesh, heads were torn from bodies, limbs were torn - all in the sake of saving HER. Mileena stood there, blood, staining the crown of her head to the soles of her bare feet.

        “Go home, Persephone.” She states calmly. She’d get rid of the bodies on her own. Her head lowers to take in the sight of the damage before she noticed Persephone drawing closer causing her head to raise a little and their gazes to meet, "Home. Now.” She warned in a more stern tone, but leave it to Persephone to NOT listen to what she was demanding. Instead, she saw her hand slowly come up to rest on the side of her cheek which resulted in Mileena’s brows furrowing in confusion. Soft touches. VERY foreign. She watched as she drew her face closer to her’s, lips softly grazing her’s before she felt the soft dampness of her tongue graze her lips. Mileena was hesitant at this form of affection, especially when she was practically covered in blood. Slowly her lips parted and their tongues grazed allowing her to get the taste of her mouth, mixed with blood. She feels her tongue start to lap up more of the blood that stained her lips, Mileena’s right hand gently guides up her side coming around to her back and past her neck until she was able to gather a handful of hair and pull her head back so brown eyes could meet brown, “Be careful, Persephone. I’m positive you don’t want your designer outfit to be ruined by blood.” She says in a soft murmur before slowly standing her upright and releasing her to take a step back. “You should really go home. –You being here is not good for your lifespan.” She says in a faint joking tone, however, with a face that was relaxed, showing no emotion present.