#southerngentlevamp

[icyxmischief]

(*hugs*)

//HEY BAE!! <33333  

[liikkua]

southerngentlevamp replied to your post:Would you sleep with the vampire?

Love you too, Erik. ((:P))

Don’t tell me you’re offended.

[byondtheveil]

Mer-Rei, what do you think?

[fadedprophet]

southerngentlevamp/freefamiliar (same mun)

Send me an url, anonymously, and I’ll tell you what I think of the mun!

//Okay, prepare for bad language because I tend to forget myself around her. 

This mun is the nicest, sweetest, loveliest and friendliest person I have ever met. Whenever there is something wrong with me, whenever I’m sad or lonely or just feel like making sad OOC posts on tumblr, SHE IS THERE. She is the one to worry when I’m sick and play it off as nothing, she rps with ALL my muses, not just the ones that are popular and OMFG she is am amazing rper and her Corgi pics&gifs make me melt regularly, even on bad days.

She is one of the reasons(people) that make me wanna stay on tumblr, no matter the consequences. 

I would write a song about my love for her, but I can’t sing, now write songs, nor can I play an instrument. 

[miraclespeedster]

Oh, shuga', what wouldn' I do t' you? I think I'd start out nice an' slow, slower than you'd want just t' tease ya, see how long it takes for you t' start gettin' agitated. Open you nice an' slow an' slid in. Then we'd really put that stamina t' th' test. Wonder which 'a us would have more. *smirks*

Tell me how you’d fuck me.                                                                  

“You always offer such sweet torment my prickly muffin” Pietro caressed Benny’s cheek and smirked. “When do we start?”

[depascatur-blog]

closed rp | southerngentlevamp

It had been years now since his escape from the hospital. He had hoped that by distancing himself from that hellish prison, he might get parts of his mind back, but that hardly seemed to be the case. If anything, he was slipping deeper into the bottomless, unanswered pit that was his life. It wasn’t just his mind that had slowly changed though.

Caption Farley had dropped weight, though the effects of his decade-long military training were still noticeable with a bit of effort. The cords of muscle in his arms, the strength of his jaw, his broad shoulders. He had also seemed to gain a few inches in height, making him taller than most that he came across. His pale eyes had grown eerie, however, and to any who knew him before, the sky-colored pools would look too hollow to belong to the Markus Farley that left home so long ago.

His military history had kept him safe on the streets, and earned him a reputation among locals that made it hard to stay in one place for long unless he was careful. No matter how intimidating, he was still on the run. And his new, burning hunger only made it hard to find a town that stayed quiet after his arrival. He marched on though. Homelessness was better than custody.

As he trooped along one night, he couldn’t help but catch an unusual scent--something made possible by his rapidly improving senses. Not human, but not an animal either. He frowned, leaving his relative cover to follow the smell as discreetly as possible.