How Edgy Are You?
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How Edgy Are You?
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Optional: they’ve returned from the dead
Nikita | 1x08 Phoenix
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Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship
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Its a waste, trying to get Vic to appreciate the kinds of food she indulges in. He’d happily eat from the dumpster and she loathes that about him. She doesn’t try anymore, save for bringing him a slice of the best damn pie in New York City whenever she happens in the neighborhood. That she knows he appreciates.
Natasha heals faster than average humans from her serum and the nanites keep her from scarring; which makes the VC that’s on her inner thigh something of a curiosity. She won’t say anything about it, but that smug look on Vic might betray who keeps carving it into her thigh. After… a certain incident Natasha has taken up gardening. On her back porch she has a few potted plants. One, most notably, is cat nip. Liho loves it, but it’s not for her. Natasha is insistent that she doesn’t care for Victor. He’s fun, sure. He’s a bit of a liability. But her actions speak louder: she tends to get protective over him, despite the fact that she knows he can heal from damn near anything.
Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship
“Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs.”
— Black Heart by Holly Black (via caprxce)
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send me ‘ 🔴 ’ to generate a bloody scenario between our muses.
8. Your muse sinking their teeth/fangs into my muses neck.
Fear always flavored whatever fun Natasha and Victor got into; the knowledge in the back of her mind that he could just easily rend her open with his fangs and claws and there’d be nothing she could do about it.
But people enjoyed fear, didn’t they? Why else would horror movies be so popular. Haunted houses. Bungee jumping.
Fear set her teeth on edge and made her adrenaline pump and set her nerves alight. She loved it. His teeth dragged along her skin, claws at her hips keeping her firm in her place under him. Instinctively she tipped her head, displaying the slender column of her neck for him.
It’s fear that had her gripping at his shoulder when he drew up to her neck, calling her on her bluff. Fear that made her heart catch in her throat, choking on a small noise as he bit. Fangs sunk into the soft skin of her throat like they belonged there.
His purr rumbled against her pulse and even through the fear the pain had Natasha aching for him. It was a crap shoot -- would he rip and shred her delicate arteries? Would he just hold her, lingering, letting her know that he could if he wanted?
As much as she trusted Victor -- wild animals always proved to be unpredictable.
A BLOOD LUST INBOX MEME. TRIGGER WARNING: blood, murder, death, violence. please do not read forward if you are easily squeamish.
( send me ‘ 🔴 ’ to generate a bloody scenario between our muses. feel free to specify a number if you’d like. inspo. )
your muse wiping/licking blood from my muses lips.
my muse wiping/licking blood from your muses lips.
our muses cleaning up blood together from a kill.
my muse applying pressure your muses bleeding wound.
your muse applying pressure to my muses bleeding wound.
our muses stumbling upon a blood trail together.
our muses sharing a kiss that accidentally draws blood.
my/your muse sinking their teeth/fangs into my/your muses neck.
your muse catching my muse drinking blood.
my muse catching your muse drinking blood.
your muse helping my muse clean blood off of them.
my muse helping your muse clean blood off of them.
our muses sleeping together in their victims bloody sheets.
our muses having/sharing a blood bath/shower together.
our muses looking to the sky as it rains blood.
my muse accidentally biting yours too hard, drawing blood.
your muse accidentally biting my muse too hard, drawing blood.
my muse licking blood off your muses finger.
your muse licking blood off my muses finger.
my/your muse pleading for no more blood shed from my/your muse.
‘ Leave these others and come to me. ‘ [deviltoothed]
✧ BRAM STOKER’S DRACULA PROMPTS !
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For a moment, there’s a smile that threatened her lips. Amusement at the offer and the fact that she stayed her steps and fell still for a beat was enough to betray her temptation.
Natasha lingered at the threshold, one foot out already, and turned to look at him over her shoulder.
“You know I can’t do that, Victor.” Her grip on the door frame tightened as her resolve wavered for just a fraction of a second. “Lay low. I’ll tell them you’ve been handled. I’ll come to you later.”
And then, she was gone, out the door leaving behind nothing but a trace of her scent. But this was the game they played, the risky gambit on a razor’s edge.
✧ BRAM STOKER’S DRACULA PROMPTS !
* CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED . FROM THE 1992 FILM , BASED ON THE 1897 NOVEL .
‘ Enter freely of your own will, and leave some of the happiness you bring. ‘
‘ Your firm writes most highly of your talents.. ‘
‘ Do you believe in destiny? ‘
‘ And, to you, there shall be many strange things… ‘
‘ Do not put your faith in such trinkets of deceit! ‘
‘ Our ways are not your ways. ‘
‘ The children of the night. What sweet music they make! ‘
‘ I have crossed oceans of time to find you. ‘
‘ He likes you. There is much to be learned from beasts. ‘
‘ Absinthe is the aphrodisiac of the self. ‘
‘ The green fairy who lives in the absinthe wants your soul. ‘
‘ You are safe with me. ‘
‘ Your impotent men with their foolish spells cannot protect you from my power. ‘
‘ I condemn you to living death. ‘
‘ There is no life in this body. I am nothing, lifeless, soulless, hated and feared. ‘
‘ I am nothing, lifeless, soulless, hated and feared. ‘
‘ I am dead to all the world - hear me! ‘
‘ I am the monster that breathing men would kill. ‘
‘ Where is my God? He has forsaken me. ‘
‘ It is finished. Give me peace. ‘
‘ Contrary to some beliefs, vampires, like other night creatures, can move about by day. ‘
‘ The vampire bat must consume ten times its own weight in fresh blood each day. ‘
‘ Gentlemen, we’re not fighting some disease here. ‘
‘ It stalks us for some dread purpose I do not yet comprehend. ‘
‘ Vampires do exist. ‘
‘ This one we fight, this one we face. ‘
‘ It is here that we must find him and destroy him utterly. ‘
‘ We’ve all become God’s Madmen. All of us. ‘
‘ I was disappointed we could not marry before his departure. ‘
‘ I am happy that he got sent on this important assignment. ‘
‘ I am longing to hear all the news. ‘
‘ It must be so nice to see strange countries. ‘
‘ I wonder if we, I mean [name] and I, shall ever see them together… ‘
‘ I love you! Oh, God forgive me, I do! ‘
‘ Can a man and a woman really do…that? ‘
‘ I admit that her free way of speaking shocks me sometimes. ‘
‘ I wish I were as pretty and as adored as she. ‘
‘ The truth is that I admire [name], and I’m not surprised that men flock around her. ’
‘ You’ve been so good to me. ‘
‘ I know that [name] harbored secret desires for you. ‘
‘ I understood at last how my love could release us all from the powers of darkness. ‘
‘ Our love is stronger than death. ‘
‘ I too know what men desire.. ‘
‘ You’ve got to love him, and marry him right then and there. ‘
‘ And I want you to take this, my sister. ‘
‘ It’s my wedding gift to you. ‘
‘ Leave these others and come to me. ‘
‘ My arms are hungry for you, my darling. ‘
‘ Kiss me and caress me, my darling husband, please… ‘
‘ You are my love… and my life, always. ‘
‘ I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul. ‘
‘ I said nothing of my fears, as he will read them, no doubt. ‘
‘ I know now that I am a prisoner. ‘
‘ I just want to cut off her head and take out her heart. ‘
‘ I want to be what you are, see what you see, love what you love. ‘
‘ These may be the last words I write in this journal. ‘
‘ I have a part to play in a story that is not known to me. ‘
‘ I will try one last time today to escape to the water. ‘
‘ [name] has left me with these women, these devils of the pit. ‘
‘ They drain my blood to keep me weak, barely alive so I cannot escape. ‘
‘ She lives beyond the grace of God, a wanderer in the outer darkness. ‘
‘ These creatures do not die like the bee after the first sting, but instead grow strong. ‘
‘ He can appear as mist, as vapour, as fog, and vanish at will. ‘
‘ Now all these things [name] can do, but he is not free. ‘
‘ Ahh, listen to them! What sweet music they make! ‘
‘ I would watch my colonial tongue if I were you. ‘
‘ You will, I trust, excuse me if I do not join you. ‘
‘ It’s not true. I too can love, and I will love again. ‘
‘ Those marks on her throat. No disease, I’m sure the blood loss occurred there. ‘
‘ Will you cut off my head and drive a stake through my heart as you did poor [name], you murdering bastard?! ‘
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