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FEATURING CHARACTERS FROM DC COMICS, TWILIGHT & MR ROBOT
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they come to drink they come to dance to sacrifice a HUMAN HEART
they come to drink they come to dance to sacrifice a HUMAN HEART
they come to drink they come to dance to sacrifice a HUMAN HEART
they come to drink they come to dance to sacrifice a HUMAN HEART
they come to drink they come to dance to sacrifice a HUMAN HEART
I know I say this every few months and then…don’t…but I am thinking of revamping this blog soon. maybe separating my twilight characters from the others. I’d probably only bring back Jeannie, Delia and Harley out of the others as my muse for my Mr Robot characters has sort of died off altogether. But I’m missing my babes, Serena especially lately. Was even thinking of making her her own blog but that’s always a bad idea when the muse dies 😅
LAUREN GERMAN as CHLOE DECKER
LUCIFER— 1.05 "Sweet Kicks"
currently have covid for the second time (that I know of, first time was weirdly this time last year too) and that’s obviously not the only reason I’ve been off for the past few months. lots of other stuff too, had a big move and fell into a bit of a depressive state that just ate my motivation
anyway, I feel my muse creeping back and I watched iwtv finally which awoke all my feral sanguineous children in my head. so when the brain fog clears some more I intend to remake this account (perhaps a separate one for the twi-muses) and try to start writing again. hope people I was plotting with would still be keen to restart some things 🥺❤️
lcvesdeath:
𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄, 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄. vampirism could be brutal, and beautiful, but it was the blood of the wolf that he’d been born with. the blood that made him a horrific shame to his family, whose abuse created a power-hungry monster out of him. he does not look upon his past with self-pity ( and he certainly does not bring it up to others who might take advantage of knowing too much, ) he simply always wanted to know what it could be like if he could be his full self. without inhibitions.
whereas he used to be a faceless MYTH in vampiric lore, klaus began to travel more openly to track down different wolf packs. every pack possessed various rules and submitted to one specific alpha. the wolves nearby maria’s territory believed in keeping peace treaties with the vampires, but violence wasn’t necessarily out of the question the moment that treaty was breached. klaus supposed he had breached those rules the other night, and now with maria. if they expected him to apologize, then that was laughable. klaus was THE alpha, and the maker of vampires. what could they do to him? what could they say to him?
furthermore, he was growing bored of maria’s insolence, though her blood tasted absolutely DIVINE. he wasn’t some uncontrolled newborn, and yet he could have spent a few moments more rapidly draining maria’s neck like supping on his favorite wine. removing the branch of wood driven into his own neck, there was no flinching. his features, once feral, relaxed into a slight glare of mild annoyance. this was particularly provoked at how clueless she was about his motivations; young vampires battled over territory, and the elders just watched. klaus didn’t need an army, he was an army. therefore, collecting and turning followers wasn’t of any necessity and it has been a very long time since he has trusted another vampire.
“your town is beneath me, why would i want it?”
like a god, he thinks with more grandeur. his anger and frustrations at maria were built up out of resentment and how she actively defied him. surely she did not believe that he would fight her over territory, when he quite literally commanded a kingdom. one that she has not seen, yet. she may NEVER get to see it, but that was her choice. being able to trust and to love was always of more importance to her, whereas klaus remained faithful to his reality. that love was a lie, and that animals like them didn’t deserve happy endings. they were meant to reign and exert dominance over others, and that was all.
“i could have commanded you to fall on your knees for me and me alone, and you would have. do you honestly think that you’re in control?” —his heart thudded. klaus swallows, ignoring it. she possesses more control over him than he wants to realize, and he will never tell her that. “yet i have never ruled in such a manner,” he used compulsion for specific acts of TORTURE and other nefarious plots, but never to gain followers. his inner circle was private, selective, and astonishingly small.
and submission was always more delicious when given willingly.
the werewolf bite was just a reminder that they were no longer on the same side; she had given up such a privilege. and for what?
she called him empty—- the word spat with such disdain. his hazel-flecked gaze narrowed to slits. did she truly see nothing in him?
“very well,” he went on ever so effortlessly, his shoulder continuing to burn from the unbearable wolfsbane. just another element that he needed to learn more about from his werewolf side. “i would’ve rather AVOIDED killing you, but you seem adamant on dying by my hand. …i hope you’re satisfied.” that devilish smile returned, slowly unfurling at the edges of his mouth. her blood stained his lips; he hopes to remember the taste in the following centuries to come.
he didn’t have to tell her that the halluciations would be starting soon. she would go rabid, maybe even attack one of her own. it would be a slow and painful end for a warrior such as herself— an unfitting end.
but klaus would not show her mercy.
FEAR was not a feeling Maria welcomed. It reminded her to much of HOME. Of that which she had scrawled new beginnings over the top of, carved out victories and cities she RULED over. Her father’s memory was a mere speck of dust in the history of humanity. No one remembered his name, she’d made SURE of that. Humans in cities across Mexico had sketched out the fabric of their meaningless existence throughout her time not knowing how her empire lurked in the shadows. Occasionally they’d whisper stories, rumours passed down over time of fanged beasts in the night, the children of an angered goddess. An extra glance over a shoulder at night, crosses on the door of the extra superstitious to try and keep her out. She ruled the night across the region. She was FEAR. To feel it was a weakness, and Klaus had managed to embed it into her bones.
It had started in the woods when she’d been convinced she was still facing him, an angered lunge at her rival god having her fall through the air onto nothingness. He was gone. Left to die. With no one around she had allowed the tears to come. Her bite mark had throbbed and she’d sworn she’d heard a child screaming for their mother in the distance. A scream that occasionally haunted her nightmares for it was her own. Joining the lost, imaginary child in her agony, Maria had let out a scream she was sure had shaken the woods. One she’d hoped would reach Klaus wherever he’d run to and make his ears BLEED. With hot tears still dripping from dark eyes burning with determination, she’d decided she would find a way out. She always did.
Fear had twisted its tendrils around her throat once more when her trusted witch, Celia, had informed her of the only known way to cure her. KLAUS’S BLOOD. She’d had to stop herself from destroying Celia’s apothecary right then and there, her fathers voice whispering intrusively that she was lying. But it made too much sense. A twisted, sickening amount of sense. Klaus wanted her submission, she wanted a cure. They both wanted what only the other could give, and Maria’s need was far more pressing. While she hadn’t destroyed Celia’s, she had walked into the nearest bar and grabbed the first man attempting to hit on her, dragging him out to an alley and ripping into his neck with a savagery she hadn’t exhibited since being a newborn. It had hardly satiated her; she wasn’t even hungry, she was simply MAD. Even the way the blood sat in her mouth after a feed felt wrong, tainted by the ticking time bomb on her neck.
Time began to blur together, even as her trusted lieutenants scrambled for a cure to save their beloved Queen, Maria became paranoid they might take the opportunity of her impending demise to overthrow her. They would fuck it all up. Perhaps she was simply staying alive on spite by then.
Klaus began to occupy nearly every waking thought. His mark on her becoming far more than simply physical. Every thought consumed with how she could still WIN. She wanted to prove that to him, she needed to. It was an obsession that slowly began to seep into her dreams, that by that point had blurred with reality anyway. His eyes bore into her, calling her to him. In her dreams there was not as much need to resist. She would be dead soon, anyway. No matter how close they got in dreams, however, his BLOOD was something she could never attain. Even when there had been a drop of it dangling from his thumb, hovering near her face, when she had reached her mouth toward it - her tongue mere inches from reaching it - she had been jolted awake by another surge of pain. Sweating and trembling like a human with the flu. She felt PATHETIC. Though her lustful dreams had given her an idea.
Paloma was one of her newer protégé’s, her immortal life having existed merely half a decade. While she hadn’t looked exactly like Maria, her features closely enough resembled her maker. That and her fiery spirit. Her human beginnings had been similar to Maria’s and with it had come a wise-beyond-her-years knowledge of how to use men to get what she wanted. She’d hoped Paloma would be the perfect bait to catch Klaus unaware. Paloma had enough inexperience to hopefully not raise an alert but the necessary knowledge in seduction. And somehow Maria had a sneaking suspicion she would be his TYPE.
Perhaps it had also been that she’d been dispensable enough for Maria to take the risk.
What could she say, she was a cruel mistress.
It had been days since Paloma had set out on her mission to procure the cure, however, and as Maria shakily reaches for her phone, wincing at the pain small movement now caused her, her stomach is already dropping before she even hears who’s on the other end. “ Qué, Paloma?”
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lcvesdeath:
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒'𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘. he thought for certain that maria would not risk such a fatal mistake, thought she would covet the safety of her people far too much. klaus has destroyed lives and torn apart entire families for a lot less; the only redeeming quality that maria had left was that they had once been allies, making her not totally dispensable. a traitor could be made obedient once again. or perhaps the thrill was simply in flexing his power on a stunning goddess of war whose beauty could even rival aphrodite’s.
but now was not the moment to recite fucking poetry.
an animalistic noise tore out of the hybrid’s throat; his ROAR pierced the forest deeply enough to make the wildlife quiver. that werewolf gold shined more prominently across his eyes… before they rolled back in his skull, his bones shaking, begging for the turn. if he couldn’t banish his agony, his inner instincts desired the hunt. to track them all down, one by one, and make them pay.
except, a more… ‘reasonable’ part of klaus longed for only one victim. maria.
he shakes off the urgency to turn full wolf, grasps the hilt of the dagger in his shoulder and yanks it. potent hearing tracks the sets of footsteps dashing throughout the woods—- he focuses on the scent of maria. her sweat, her anguish, her desperation. she was a worthy leader, but not IMPERMEABLE to fear, or loss. klaus’s features darken even more heavily with his intensely throbbing animosity for her. he would taste her agony, and her blood.
klaus abruptly disappears into the blood-stained breeze. he’s on maria’s trail in less than a few seconds, and spots her by the way her hair flips into the wind when she’s running like hell was on her heels. his shoulder pulses, unable to swiftly heal due to the WOLFSBANE. but that was nothing compared to the fate that maria would be doomed to.
materializing in front of her, the hybrid’s hand catches her by the elegant column of her throat. a few paces forward and he’s got her pinned to the nearest tree bark, lips pulled back in a snarl, chest rising and falling with his labored breaths. the tiny hairs along his skin rise, and he trembles ever so slightly; the urge to turn makes it far more difficult for klaus to control himself. he usually likes it, though. all that power, all that rage coiled inside, ready to explode. he’s at home with his inner beast.
“ripping out your heart would be far too merciful. no, i want to poison you, just as you have POISONED ME,” a firm grasp upon her chin tips her head slightly to one side, exposing more of that lovely throat. she’s going to despise him for all eternity for this, if she can manage to live that long by submitting to him for the only cure for a werewolf bite. if there was any sympathy for her, any willingness to cure her of his own volition because he honestly did not want her to die, it was numbed out and discarded. after all, klaus desires undying loyalty— the one thing that maria would never be able to give him.
a low guttural sound unpleasantly reverberates from bottom of his chest. klaus snaps forward just as his arms reach around maria to cage her in between his body and the length of the tree. fangs slice open her throat and dig in deep, spilling that heavenly river of blood.
and klaus suckles in every drop.
It was not often Maria found herself without a PLAN. She was usually able to bide herself enough time to come up with something, map out the attack, emerge VICTORIOUS. But Klaus was a variable she hadn’t counted on. She’d had mere seconds to act; no foresight, no battle plan. And now here she was attempting to outrun the consequences of an impulse decision.
It was almost exciting.
Though the TERROR currently outweighed the thrill as she senses her angered opponent hot on her tail. A moment of distraction attempting to hone in on his scent costs her the lead, the gasp in her throat throttled by his hand around her neck. Maria is almost frozen, no, HYPNOTISED by the sheer POWER and RAGE emanating from the hybrid before her. A sick pride burns inside her that she brought it out of him, jaw clenching in defiance against his attempt at intimidation.
Her eyes betray her before her body does, widening as she quickly realises what he intends to do. Hands grasp, scratch at his arm, whimpering in protest, as she tries to fight the fate she knows she’s brought upon herself. She would rather a QUICK death.
Maria cries out, a high pitched shriek as his fangs pierce her skin, dark browns flashing red and her own fangs involuntarily extending. A fight response, perhaps, but the sensation of being drank from often elicited a feeling of PLEASURE. But now was not the time to get lost in sensations.
Usually the huntress, she has become the PREY, embraced in the arms of a beast, filled with his poison. She has to regain the upper hand, somehow, even if these are to be her final moments. A claw reaches for the tree behind her, landing on a smaller branch. Adrenaline flashes through her as she breaks it off, bringing it up to Klaus’s neck and driving it into the side with one swift movement.
Taking the opportunity of being unleashed from his jaws, Maria stumbles a few steps back, hand reaching up to feel the fatal puncture wounds at her neck. Delirium floods her thoughts and not just from the werewolf venom. She had nothing left to lose. “This town will never be yours!” She cackles manically, a maddened grimace stretching across crimson lips, breathing ragged from a mix of fear and mere ANNOYANCE. “You can take me out but they will never bend the knee to you. You will be ruling over a kingdom of ash, filled with emptiness. Because that’s all you are, isn’t it, Klaus? Empty.” Her last words filled with the venom she feels seeping through her bloodstream, corrupting her every cell. She figures perhaps if she riles him up enough that he’ll take her out quicker.
not rp related but ended up making another edit of my toxic fave, love quinn
MARGOT ROBBIE AS NELLIE LAROY
Babylon (2022) dir. Damien Chazelle
2x10 / 3x02
VICTORIA PEDRETTI Photographed by Mack Breeden for MacksFilms (February 2023)
KISA — season two