lucasjackson​:
Yeah, they thought so too. It’s cool, I learned to get used to it. Sometimes it’s a little easier when people don’t expect shit out of you.
Holy shit I don’t care. We’re all disappointments, Chad. Get in line.Â

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lucasjackson​:
Yeah, they thought so too. It’s cool, I learned to get used to it. Sometimes it’s a little easier when people don’t expect shit out of you.
Holy shit I don’t care. We’re all disappointments, Chad. Get in line.Â
lucasjackson​:
Tend to be a bit of a disappointment in most regards, so that’s nothing new.
How tragic. For us and your parents.
lucasjackson​:
You did, and she’s dead, and unless she wasn’t telling us something, she isn’t coming back. You can be angry about it, but I don’t think that’ll bring her back either. And something tells me she probably would’ve wanted you to be less angry, but I’m sure I don’t know anything as usual.
You’re very disappointing to yell at. I realize it won’t bring her back, numb skull. I simply don’t give a fuck.Â
caldwells​:
If you’re chomping at the bit to get back in the cells, I’ll put in a good word for you. Otherwise, I can think of worse things than a shower and unmitigated access to all the wine you could ask for. Speaking of which… perhaps you could use a glass.
I’m chomping at the bit to chomp at something. But I’ll always accept wine.Â
mollmorgan​:Â
Great. What a fucking mess. Yeah, from what I’m gathering, there’s a whole extra layer of sex and intimacy sometimes wound into blood exchange that I wasn’t counting on. Maybe that’s why the one time Silas fed from the vein felt so distinctly weird. Which seems like I’m insinuating that no one wants to fuck you - definitely not that. Just. Everyone might be either going to blood bags or feeding from whoever gives them heart eyes. Victoria mentioned some sort of real service for everyone we’ve lost - I’m sure Lou is included in that. If not, there’s a short ritual to bring peace to the fallen? I do it about once a year for my mom and it’s…coming up. Presley might not be interested anymore now that she has her pack to help her send off Eden. If you need a cathartic moment.
He fed from you? Gross. I mean he was cool enough but... still. Gross. If no one wants to do the hanky panky with me, trust me that’s fine. Just seems like if this is all for nothing maybe they can not get a bunch of humans dead. Honestly the only real catharsis I can think of is punching the person who killed her in the face. And the person who killed her is Alex the soft veterinarian who once found a mouse in the cells with a broken foot and nursed it. Feels like a cheap shot.Â
mollmorgan​:
I didn’t….I got in a little bit of trouble, and I ran out of options. Coming here was a last resort. And when I got here it was vamp central, and Victoria was trapped and they weren’t letting anyone leave. I didn’t even know immortal witches existed. I certainly didn’t know kidnapping humans was a socially acceptable part of it all, a part everyone seems very okay with. I don’t know what I thought. I think everyone is trying to give you some respect - a little mourning period, a little autonomy. Perhaps you scare the pants off a few of them, even. Not everyone is so fearless.
They couldn’t handle a long hard look at the hypocrisy of it. All the righteousness in this place would start to rot. They’re like Democrats. Good in theory but willing to be snakes in practice. But nah-- it’s not that. They weren’t barking up more tree much even before Lou died. Frankly I think it’s why half of them barely seem to care she’s gone. I’ve heard the words blood supply shortage far more often this week than an innocent girl is dead.Â
lucasjackson​:
No, just stubborn. I know I am but I figure, maybe if I keep popping up, you’ll take pity on me one day. Look, your anger? It’s valid. What’s happening to you is fucked. Moll is right. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything about it before, and I know sorry isn’t going to bring back Lou. This ain’t a guilt thing either. Just figure that maybe you could use a friend. Or someone dedicated to yell at.Â
Too late, simba. Too late. I had a friend.Â
riva-astor​:
If anything, now you get to butt in and make them uncomfortable. That seems like something that’d fuel your fire for a day or two.Â
A bad shit makes someone uncomfortable. Uncomfortable is liveable. I want them to shut the fuck up or get over themselves for my own sanity.Â
mollmorgan​:
That is very gross. How did more witches not put up a stink? We’ve all become okay with prisoners for the good of magic? We have spells, rituals. We could have arranged a monthly pickup with a blood bank or something. I can heal living donors among our ranks, speed up the recovery process. I hate that. I’m even more impressed that you haven’t gone on a tear yet. This like…semi blood strike you’ve been on. Do you want that to continue? I’m in your corner.
Here I thought this was something you were all doing. Color me unsurprised that you’re the odd man out. I think a few of them were a little uncomfy. But most were willing. It’s not an official blood struck. Hilariously, I’m just rarely asked.Â
lucasjackson​:
It’s even worse with wolf hearing. Uh.. sorry, that’s a joke, but maybe it’s not the time. You could always try screaming back? Sometimes that helps. Or you can help me further shove my foot into my mouth.
Real naive of you to think. you’re not included in the them.Â
mollmorgan​:
You used to be full time in the cells? Just like ‘round the clock? Thought you guys at least had rooms. They have some nerve talking to me about outdated views on familiars when there was manor sanctioned blood slavery.
All day every day. Twenty-four seven kinky vibes. For a while they wouldn’t even put us in the same cell. Months maybe. Just before the vampires got here, Lucio went all hero on us and advocated to give us rooms instead. Now we get to sit up here and just listen to how much no one gives a shit which is truly almost worse if you’re me and trying with only a little bit of sincerity to not go full feral on a house full of more trauma than the cast of the Degrassi sequel. Pre Netflix.Â
I wouldn’t give up access to a shower for anything but I’m really starting to miss experiencing this place from the back corner of a cell where the only time I have to hear a single thing being said is when one of the weird sisters starts shrieking about something I don’t care about.Â
aemiliablack​:
I will. If there’s no other solution beyond constantly weakening the wolves that protect us, then yes, Theo, I will do it again.Â
Thought so. Spare me your fucking apologies. You’re all the same. At least the vampires didn’t pretend to be noble about it.Â
aemiliablack​:
If what you need is for someone to claim responsibility for her death, then I am responsible, Theo. I wasn’t the one to kill her, but I played a large part in the events leading to the thing that did. I am sorry. Truly.
What I need is my best friend back. What I need is to be quietly pining over her in a bar in New York City while she carries on with her happy, content life. What I don’t need is you to sit here and martyr yourself on your guilt as though you didn’t put her in this situation knowing it was guilt you were content to live with. You’ll do it again, won’t you? Why they all sit around talking about blood shortages. You’ll do it again.  And she thought you were nice.Â
aemiliablack​:
I liked Lou. Hearing that she’d died while I was locked away brought me no joy. Though I’m missing some of the details surrounding her demise.Â
Wow? No Joy? Hold the phone, she might have a heart in there somewhere. I thought at the very least it would have brought you some sadness, or guilt -- something. Don’t say demise. She wasn’t a super villain. She was a fucking angel. She didn’t have a demise. You stole her from her life and you murdered her. Call it what it is, Lady Lannister.Â
aemiliablack​:
Now that it’s been a few days since we’ve regained control of the manor and I’ve had time to myself, I’d like to extend my gratitude to everyone personally. I’m afraid I don’t have as many beautiful words and dramatic statements as I thought I would by this time, but it’s no use waiting to let you all know how grateful I am for your dedication, resilience, and self sacrifice. Everything that we’ve done here, everything that we’ve ever accomplished could’ve ended if it weren’t for the pack and the witches involved in research. I aim to repay you with safety… a future that extends beyond the hunts… time in order to heal from the horrors you all have face over the past couple of months… and as much alcohol as your hearts desire. But even that doesn’t feel like enough for what you’ve all endured. As… leader of the Black coven, it’s going to be my mission to ensure something like this never happens again. And to those new faces in the crowd I haven’t yet had the pleasure of meeting under desirable circumstances, a welcome to Carden manor from your finally bathed host.Â
The same safety that got innocent people you brought here against their will killed? Seems kind of fucked to sit here and act like that all went off without a hitch.Â
riva-astor​:
luciolontoc​:
vesperlinwood​:
[ PRIVATE ] @luciolontoc @riva-astor @theo-moreno​
Goddess, okay. All three of you, with me now. We’re moving to the barn, and I swear, if you start asking me inane questions now, I will say words I do not want to say in front of the tiny child.
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I’m sorry, Vesper. The barn? What’s happening?
[ PRIVATE ]
Goddess, it’s happening now isn’t it? Where’s Moll?Â
[ PRIVATE ]
Hold the fuck on, Sarah Sanderson. Why the barn? What’s happening now? And yeah -- what she said. Where’s Moll?