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“Uh--- I don’t mean to ALARM you or anything, but you look too chipper for someone who seems to be very seriously injured. Is that a knife?” Sticking right out of him. What the hell?
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“Uh--- I don’t mean to ALARM you or anything, but you look too chipper for someone who seems to be very seriously injured. Is that a knife?” Sticking right out of him. What the hell?
“I’m not here because I have a crush on you,” Jeremy muttered, lips pressing together as he turned his head, staring down the hall for a moment. His arms crossed over his chest, more like he was hugging himself than anything else, really - and his lips pressed together before he gave a half shrug of his shoulders. “I just needed to get out of the house. I needed to get... Away.” Because these days, whenever Elena opened her mouth, Jeremy felt like he needed to scream - and he’d finally reached a breaking point. He needed somewhere to go, and Chuck had been the first person he’d thought of... Which, okay, might have been because he had a crush on him. / @selfishsoulstm ; cont.
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Quickly, Rapunzel held the door open a little further and stepped to the side to allow Elena to enter, concern washed all over her face. Admittedly she was a little confused as to why she picked HER to come to, but at the end of the day Elena needed a friend. And Rapunzel would be that friend any day of the week. “No, it’s okay. Come in; I’m glad you came instead of just wandering around,” she admitted. Once she stepped inside, Rapunzel closed the door. “What happened?”
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It had been so damn long since she’d fed. She just couldn’t help herself. So close— the scent of him, the thrumming of blood in his veins and the acceleration of his heart rate. She couldn’t help herself, the hunger took control and soon elongated canines grazed the skin, beginning to sink into the flesh.
The shove caught her off-guard, and she stumbled back. Slender fingers raised to her face and dragged across the blood smearing her lips and chin. “You want me, then there’s a price,” Sharna purred, letting her tongue glide over her fingers. “there are more things that the dead walking that you people don’t understand.” Shar hummed, stepping closer to Negan.
“It’ll only hurt for a moment,” her voice was higher, lilting. Grey eyes began to glow a molten silver. Her strain produced an enzyme in their saliva that made their bites feel pleasant, even pleasurable. “you wouldn’t want me to starve, would you?”
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Kevin’s sense of adventure was apparently blossoming. He and Betty weren’t exactly known as rule breakers. Though after being involved with some of Riverdale’s mysteries and dangers, an old, abandoned house seemed like nothing. ❝Oh come on, Betty. Let’s just look inside. This has Nancy Drew written all over it.❞
“I’m here for you.” // from michael to rosaline
@selfishsoulstm ; ft. Rosaline
Rosaline loved Michael more than anything, but she knew that there were sometimes stipulations on Michael's affections. She knew that if she gave in and feasted when David took her out that Michael would avoid her for days ( or even weeks ).
It was a hard position to be in, that was for sure.
If she had a heart, it would be breaking and she usually would have taken the opportunity to curl up on Marko's lap and he would help her feel better, but David had taken him and the other boys out and she was left alone with Michael because he had insisted he spend some time with her -- that is after he could look at her again once the human blood glow faded."Are you?" her voice was quiet as she looked up from where she was curled up in the overly large bed they all sometimes shared. "Then why can you barely look at me? Why do I feel waves of disdain radiating off of you whenever I touch you?" Her voice choked up slightly as she bit down on her lower lip hard enough to taste the coppery pang of blood. "You can't be there for someone you HATE, Michael."
❦ Holding hands and nuzzling somewhere ambient and low-lit. // from sheila to joel
“This is nice.” Joel says quietly, resting his head atop the blondes head. It’s not often the two get a chance the relax, not as of late anyway - what with all the murdering, hiding bodies and general fucked up nature their lives had taken on. Ever since Sheila became…undead; Joel’s wedding vows had been tested - it was till death did they part after all, but the middle aged realtor couldn’t imagine life without the spunky blonde and all things considered the entire family had done a pretty bang up job adjusting; as good as they could anyway - when the wife and mother of your child becomes a zombie you don’t have much choice on the matter.
The living room is quiet, Abby is out with Eric so it’s just the two of them. Date night hadn’t exactly been high on the priority list but Joel would be lying if he said he wasn’t happy that their lives had at least some aspect of normalcy. So they’d popped on a movie; Sheila’s choice of course - and settled in for a night that had absolutely nothing to do with her undead-ness.
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❝Don’t you get it? You’re just a toy. A little toy I like to play with.❞ // from no humanity Caroline
“ the fact that you think i give a shit is rather amusing, clarice. “ kai rolled his eyes, pressing his backside against the brick wall across from her. “ but, not as amusing as you not getting that i was using you as well. “ a devious grin teased his lips, while his head cocked to the side, icy orbs still locked on hers. it should’ve been obvious from the get go that they would both end up using each other for their own benefit, especially now that she had flipped her little switch. not only did it make him tolerate her more but, it made it easier for him to manipulate her into killing others. sure, she was only killing college students but, eventually one of those random students would end up being one of her friends. which was what he was really trying to get her to do.
“ besides, blondie — “ he raised his hand out in front of him and pushed himself away from the wall, taking a step towards her. “ — i’m really not good at being someone’s toy. “ he flicked his wrist and muttered motus under his breath, sending her barreling into the wall adjacent from them. “ not when i don’t know how to play fair. “