#steazori

[vindictar]

steazori replied to your post: tiddy

wow

“    my eyes are up here belmont    ”

[babalyn-a]

     >>   @steazori    .

         FORM     OF     FEMALE     MORPHED     FROM     THE     BLOOD     OF    HIS     RECENT     KILLS     ;       slithering      beneath     his     feet      ,     pooling     together      &      building      the      figure      of      A      GODDESS    !     her      sighs     of      love     &      moans      of      utter      PLEASURE      filled     the     air      that     now     ran      WARM    ,      like     the     womb     that      bore     evil     itself      .    red     stained      hands      traced     her     hips     in     a     motion     as      SMOOTH     as      velvet .     ‘    ooooh   ,    ‘       her     words     purred    ,     eyes      of      empty      now      staring     ,    fondly   ,     ‘    how      i’ve      MISSED  the     presence     of      a      man     ...    ‘

[hyntd]

>>      @steazori​​

           FEAR     WAS     SOMETHING     NEARLY      FOREIGN     /      a     position     set      to     hunt      &      kill      creatures      such       as       LYCANS       comes      with       the      numbness       .        ADRENALINE      NO      LONGER      PUMPED      .       this      wasn’t      new       ,      the      death      dealer       has       seen      it      all      .      GUNS      LOADED     ,      her     presence      was      that      of       a      raging      storm     :      locked      &     set      to      kill      .       weapons       stained      in       blood       aimed      VIOLENTLY      in      her      sensed      direction      (    there     was      someone     here    .   )      ‘     DROP     IT    .    ‘      a       warning      -----      OR     THREAT      .       drop      the      weapon      or      the       hunter      will      not      hesitate     !

[ancichor]

starter for @steazori from sypha

❝ TREVOR?  ❞ sypha   rested   a   gentle   hand   on   trevor’s   shoulder,   unsure   if   he   would   wake.   when   he   didn’t   stir,   sypha   began   to   shake   him.    ❝ TREVOR?  ❞    she   said   a   little   louder,   and   when   even   that   didn’t   get   an   answer,   she   added, ❝ ....  TREFFY?  ❞, and   that   seemed   to   rouse   him,   startle   him   awake   from   the   use   of   it,   and   she   smiled   gently.   ❝  HEY,  ❞ she   said,   keeping   her   gaze   steady,    ❝ SORRY TO WAKE YOU, BUT YOU WERE STRUGGLING IN YOUR SLEEP. ❞   she   paused,   finally   breaking   her   eyes   from   his   hazy,   sleep-addled   stare,   and   pulled   her   bottom   lip   into   her   teeth   as   she   pulled   her   hand   from   him.   ❝ I COULD ... SING YOU A LULLABY? TO HELP YOU BACK TO SLEEP? IF YOU EVEN THINK THAT WOULD HELP, THAT IS.  ❞

[vindictar]

“    there are some very interesting books kept here in this library.  makes for some...  enlightening reading.    ”    alucard observed lightly,  perched atop the book shelf of the library as if that was how they were made to be used.  dropping down with an almost super human grace alucard handed the book to his coworker with a knowing smile.  they were both in search of the same thing,  answers veiled in secrets and with the understanding they now shared adrian felt like,  for the first time,  he was finally making progress in the search for his mother’s murderer.

@steazori​    /    fe3h au starter

[fiulnoapte-a]

         @steazori​ said:  ❝ the potatoes are runny. ❞

         THEY WERE. They absolutely were. He had to be honest, it was not what he was used to, compared to the food that you’d find in the castle, or that his mother would cook him, but he wasn’t even sure what to expect from an inn that served some, his expectation already set incredibly low.

         ❛❛  I am not blind —— and stop shaking the table. You’re going to make it spill from the plates, and then we’ll have no potatoes, at all.  ❜❜

         IT WAS ALSO pretty much all they served when it came to food, ale being the only other beverage sold inside. Meat was probably too expensive to have, and would go bad soon anyway if no one would eat it, but potatoes were staple food. Easy enough to come by, even now, though getting them correctedly mashed with the right amount of milk and fat proved to be difficult however. At least having a spoon in this situation helped, a lot. It was basically soup at this point. Starchy soup.

         ❛❛  Are you claiming you can do better?  ❜❜

         HOW HARD COULD it be to screw up making mashed potatoes anyway?

[vindictar]

The house was far from even the closest village, deep in the forest it wasn’t even technically a home.  It had once been a church but had long been abandoned,  and Adrian found the irony privately amusing. He lived and slept in the loft above the chapel and he had turned the rest of the house of worship into a small clinic of sorts.  He also enjoyed the privacy the mountain afforded him,  he did not have to worry about snooping neighbors or zealots from the church spying on him and accusing him of witchcraft or some such nonsense when they saw him coming and going at all hours and practicing real medicine.  He could also hunt and drink from the forest animals in peace without fear of discovery.  The only downside was,  as the only doctor for some significant distance if there was an emergency patients had to travel some distance to get to him.  He made daily visits into the surrounding towns and had instructed them if someone was in need of urgent care to ring a church bell 15 times and he would come and because of his supernatural speed he was able to make the trip much faster than even someone on horseback.

But sometimes his privacy had to be sacrificed when someone required more serious care. Adrian often cared for his patients out of his home, they all seemed to find the old church building reassuring, no doubt taking comfort in religion. And so Adrian wasn’t all that surprised to be awoken by a furious knocking at his door.  Dressing quickly Adrian rushed to the door and threw it open and the first thing to hit him was the smell of blood.  His eyes dilated in the moonlight and pressed his tongue to the inside of his teeth to steady himself.  It was not as if he was about to lose control of himself any more than if he would in the presence of a freshly cooked meal,  and he was accustomed to working with blood by now.  It was just another part of his work. 

“    You're injured...  Come in,  please tell me what happened.    ”    He simply assumed anyone who came to his home knew he was the doctor in the area,  so he didn’t bother with formalities or introductions.

@steazori    /    doctor au adrian.

[draculyr-a]

“    possess    you    belmonts   so   little   empathy   for   the  wicked   ?     ”      count   dracula   loomed   ever-imposingly,   his   great   hunched   stature   towering   above  the   castle   foyer   whilst   illuminated   by   lanterns   with   no   wick.   he   stands   as   a   statue,   seductive   to   the   dark.   a   clawed   hand   raised,   gesturing   toward   the   one   who   wielded   the   vampire   killer.      “    have   not    you   the   reasons   to   despise   your   own   kind  ?     ”     /    @steazori