binge eater;;

vanessa ives. 18. ghoul. ❝ Whose fault is it that things ended up like this? Coincidence? An accident? Fate? There's no such thing as fate. It's simply a combination of one circumstance and the next. And who is it that creates those circumstances? Who is it? It's you.❞ 【 var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5024469"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "http://s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.body.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); 】

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alexandra-carson:

“Very. I’m very curious. But I’ll just let it be.”

“ ...and it doesn’t bother you? not knowing what things he did to you while you were... asleep? ”

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ummzachary:

Zachary flinched under her touch only to realize that she had simply wiped the vital fluid away from the thin sleeve of her dress. “Wow every considered being a doctor?” The blonde winked an eye at her. “But your poor dress.” A small smirk turned up on his lips. 

A beautiful color of crimson drips from ivory fingertals,staining it to a dark burgundy, resting over plump lips lazily, her tongue catching the straying substance. “Hm... It sounds like a... Deliciously rewarding job.” it rasped out a laugh. “It’s just a piece of fabric... Besides, it was worth it.”

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alexandra-carson:

I’m really not into violence, or th-think death should be a solution t-to anything… But to whomever killed th-that monster… Thank you.

" ..un-- sure, sure... aren’t you a tiny bit curious, though? "

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ummzachary:

Eyes fluttering shut, a sigh slipped passed his busted lip. “It’s just a busted lip. I think I should suffer for my stupidity, but by all means if you want to play nurse….” 

“Everyone should suffer for their stupidity and naivity... But life’s hardly ever fair.” soothing digits smooth down the crimson trail across his philtrum and chin, weeping off gently any remaining traces of blood with the loose sleeve of her dress. “...How did I do?”

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blondey-vamp:

“Yes, you’re hair is in an awful condition. That is what’s wrong.”

“That’s quite adorable...”

[ohjamescook]

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alexandra-carson:

“Yeah… Um, I was taken a-away last weekend… Yeah I’m f-fine.”

“You... You were kidnapped--? Do you... Do you remember anything?”

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ummzachary:

“I don’t think you can.” He forced a smile onto his lips. “I don’t think you want to either.”

“I just wanted to help you clean up, mister.” violet hues blink with inwardly directed curiosity. “Why would I want to see you hurt?”

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ummzachary:

“-Oh…yeah. I’m just peachy, can’t you tell?”

“Hm...” folding the ivory edges of her dresses sleeve, a seemingly harmless simper settles upon rosy lips. “---Can I? I... Think I can help."

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alexandra-carson:

No… Yes… I d-don’t know?

“Did... Something happened? Are you okay?”

[remanence-of-love]

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"--Uh... Is... Is something wrong?”

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mama, we all go to hell. || naomi & vanessa.

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woodnaomi:

Sometimes remembering is what let us move forward. It was clear that gears were turning in her head when hearing this, and she almost felt as it was true. She would only wonder what had happened for the longest time, yearning to understand, but if she remembered what did happen, the yearning would soon cease and despite that she might know what mystery lies behind what had happened, she would understand. Eyebrows furrowed and lips parted to speak when the other began again, explaining what seemed like a bit of her story. It had almost reminded her of herself back in Boca–even though no one had ever asked her things like that because they didn’t know what she was–only because of how she had been hunted herself, and had seen many of her close friends die in the hands of hunters and other humans. It was a terrible fate, and just listening to the story made her cringe. Her shoulders tensed up and her hands balled into fists to merely tuck the tips of her fingers in her palm when hearing about the ripping of the nails. Naomi’s brows creased further as the other girl continued to speak about the torture she had gone through, and Naomi wondered herself if that was what had been done to herself, despite that her nails along with her feet and hands were intact. But finally the other brunette ended her sentence shortly with a question, and Naomi took a moment to register is before shaking her head. “I–I don’t.. what was it?”

“Myself.” it was a simple enough answer, a memory unraveled, how lucky should one feel, to disclose such secret from the elusive Binge Eater; not that’d meant to become this, there was just a lack of remorse, a lack of interest for anything usual and the conception of normal nauseated her, knotting her insides. But there never lacked passion in her touches, weather they were sharp bites of soothing kisses, even now while taking another sip of the coffee that should hopefully quell her insatiable appetite for a brief moment of reflective solitude. “Nobody will slay your demons for you, Naomi.” she speaks in her velvet tone that almost sounds caring, should you wish to deem her capable of such. “I’ve learned that by ripping through every single human soul in that place, when in one unfortunate night someone dared to get too close the iron bars that contained me... Apparently carnage does wonders for the mind.” an almost innocent giggle slips through rosy lips, and finally her head turns entirely, elbow resting beside the wooden surface of the counter to aim her gaze solely at the other. “So when you’re ready... Come find me, okay?” seemingly harmless, violet hues flutter shut to adorn a blooming simper.

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kill of the night. || vanessa & open.

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aiden–hart:

Aiden’s insomnia definitely wasn’t a thing he ever outgrew when he came to camp, though part of him didn’t mind it. He liked being up at all hours, it gave him time to think. Though the boy wasn’t a complex person, he still liked the solitude that the night brought. Everyone else was in bed, and he was basically free to do whatever he pleased as he roamed around the camp, listening to the silence that was the Canadian forest. There was nothing Aiden loved more than the outdoors, and this place gave him the satisfaction of being able to be in it whenever he pleased.

However, his peace was interrupted by strange noises–it was a combination of muffled voices, quiet pleas, and…slurping? He felt his nose and ears twitch; something that happened quite often whenever his heightened senses picked up on something. Aiden could smell blood, which was alarming. His eyebrows furrowed and he tiptoed to the outer edge of the camp, and once he rounded the corner of one of the cabin-esque buildings, he nearly jumped at the sight. When she picked up on his presence, he took a step back. “Uh– I didn’t, um…I didn’t see shit.” He stared at her with a look of disbelief and confusion. Did she not know how to control herself? “But what the fuck?”

She belonged to a world engulfed in darkness, while others would dwell in the light, she’d hold strength that crush men’s bones into dust, leaving an army of the most courageous cavalry quivering in fear, a strength so great even the Devil would be wise to cower in fear. Still all of those pernicious traits were hidden beneath porcelain features, now tainted by the purest blood, dripping from her chin to the cleavage of her ivory dress.

Remaining silent for what should seem like an eternity, a sigh eventually parts through raw lips in utter disappointment. “What an inconsequential man...” uttering in no more than a white breath, her silhouette flashes forward, four crimson tentacles aiming at his direction but stopping inches away from anywhere near his body, now facing him to offer the wolf undivided attention. “Saying such boorish things to a sweet little girl like myself... After interrupting my dinner...” thick lashes cast shadows at the tops of flushed cheeks, fluttering open only to reveal a pair of amethyst hued orbs. “Have you no manners at all?”

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kill of the night. || vanessa & open.

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itsjoshmate:

It was a burning sensation in the back of his throat. The muscles being rubbed raw from a combination of talking and going without eating meant that what once was a sweet and inviting voice was now hoarse. The desire to feed was immense as well. Josh had a hard enough time around Naomi, especially since he believed that she wasn’t in a good enough position to drink around her, but he was spending more and more time with the siren, meaning that he had less and less time to go to the mess hall. 

He was starving, and he’d reached a point where the cold, bagged blood that they gave out was not going to cut it. 

Josh had been walking around for a few minutes when he smelt it. An overwhelming aroma of blood that was simply intoxicating, and he felt his mouth start to water at the thought of fresh blood. It only took a few moments for him to track down the scent and make his way towards it, and upon seeing the pool of blood gathering on the forest floor, Josh licked his lips. 

“Well, your meal attracted me. Smells good.”

Ashen, lifeless digits graze over a pulsating heart before tearing throughout the corpses chest, coal claws would keep its tight grip, pondering for a moment, she lets it dance it's maraber symphony within cadaverous fingers before allowing for it to slip away from her tenacious grasp, collapsing on the dirty floor.

Tsk, annoyance pricks at her bare nape, tentacles quickly spreading itself as a butterfly’s wing split in four. “It was.” there was no hint of concern nor amusement, rather it was a vacant expression.

Veins bloom beneath beastial hued orbs as the sharp points of her red weapons pierce through the earth, lifting her slim frame off the ground and positioning the brunette ghoul before a being whom smelled like--- nothing. “Hearts are such foul things, I wonder why humans value it so...” a playful laugh rumbles through brittle bones, dripping alltogether with the crimson of her poisonous lips.

“Have you come to scramble for leftovers? How very unappealing.”

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kill of the night. || vanessa & open.

     After concealing her tentacles, she took advantage of her tattered looks to play the part of the victim once she rushed throughout the camp. A concerned guard called out to her. “Miss, are you alright?” he was an average man, not very appealing, but he was walking heap of meat. Vanessa took the opportunity to play the damsel in distress. “Please help me! T-They’re afterme!” she cried clinging to his coat. “Don’t worry. I’ll notify the other guards to investigate this matter. Why don’t you come with me to somewhere safe?” the man said in a reassuring manner.        She followed the man until they passed a more isolated location where she began to initiate her predatory instincts. She wrapped her arms around the man’s neck with a catlike grin spreading across her face. “M-miss…?” he said feeling flattered. “Mmm~ I feel so safe in the arms of a big, strong man~” her voice held a sultry, velvet tone that would make a man weak at the knees. The man foolishly embraced his predator and like all prey, he fell into her trap. “Guh…!” crimson tentacles bloom on the ivory complexion of her back, ripping into his flesh. Three of them were used to puncture him ensuring his death was swift and silent. She gave a light cackle as she stirred up the insides of her meal. “Hmm~ It’s nothing personal, okay? After all... At the end of the day, a girl’s gotta eat! Riiiight~?” shimmering beneath the moonlight, it began to skewer and prod away at the man’s flesh. Taking a shape akin to the Roman numeral “X”    Covered in blood, the huntress grazed her tongue against her stained fingers to savor the warm taste of sanguine fluids. "I hate when my meal gets interrupted,” scarlet hued orbs with ebony sclera moved to the silhouette inches away, tainted lips adorned by a voracious simper.

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mama, we all go to hell. || naomi & vanessa.

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woodnaomi:

You don’t want to remember. She really didn’t. Yes, it was something she had thought about, but she’d never purposefully want to try to remember. It would only gnaw at her insides more than it did now. Naomi, though, couldn’t help but to notice the way the only girl scanned her, looking her up and down. Normally that was something that made her feel comfortable, but now, she shifted in her seat nervously. “I-I don’t.. but how would you know that?” The smaller brunette then questioned, her own gaze drifted over the other. At her words, Naomi couldn’t conjure up an answer, and let her gaze reside on that coffee cup once more. “I-I don’t know–.. do you?”

Her breaths are slow and deep, a slender finger runs over the rims of lips perfectly shaped mouth as her eyes turn to her, tracing over the contours of apple-shaped features. “Our mind represses things to protect us... The problem with that is that sometimes remembering is what let us move forward...” she begins slowly, as if gathering his thoughts together, meticulously putting together his sentences together. “Back in New York, 1996, they used to call me Binge Eater... You see, ghouls only need a corpse or two a month to survive... I eat dozens a week. Some people ask me why... And I ask; why not?” her eyes return to flickering flames, a light sparkling across lilac hues. “Hunters didn’t take kindly to my... Unusual habits. But truth be told, they hardly need an excuse to capture a supernatural.” a sour chuckle dies in her throat, slender hands reach for the coffee kettle, pouring some more of that coal delicacy into her mug. “They captured me and took me to an abandoned warehouse... I thought they’d kill me, but that wasn’t the case,” thick lashes flutter shut as she inhales the bittersweet scent, brushing the marble against coral tinted lips. “They tied me up, instead.” taking a sip, her gaze briefly becomes a distant, lowering it back to its counter. “First they ripped off my nails... One by one. Then cut off my feet... My hands... We tend to generete quickly, so they could repeat the procedure over and over again... I lost count at some point, all I noticed was that my hair had turned white to the core,” shaking her head, an almost gentle grin graces her face, index playing around the edge of her glass. “Afterwards they threw me into a cell and left me to rot, chained, staving... Reduced to a drooling, pathetic sewer rat, no better than a commoner scrounging for meat. Hm... And do you know what saved me?”