outcast always mourn

[vrake]

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@packsurvivs - tvd multimuse (most muses moved here)

[silencedrage]

Happy birthday to @vrake, my twin in name, mood and soul. I am always so very grateful for your presence in my life, the steadfast loyalty you give to me, and the ability to just exist with you without pressure or stress. I wanted to grab this commission of our babies because you deserve to smile every day, but especially on your birthday. I hope you have a spectacular day and are able to enjoy yourself.

Credit goes to the inimitable @clover-fell-over, who delivered in incredible fashion. Thank you so much <3

[memetaped]

falling angel taken from the 1978 william hjortsberg book.

mad? goddamned right i’m mad.

don’t crap around with me.

and when these pictures are developed, i’ll have something in my scrapbook to remember you by.

you can’t buy off pain. not with all the money in the world.

i’m hurt. i feel all busted up inside.

child, answer me.

hungry? there’s a pot of coffee made and eggs in the fridge.

looks like someone did a pretty good job on you.

if you can’t defend yourself, you’re lost.

this is a city of outsiders.

someone’s pulling your leg.

beats me, bud.

i’m an accessory, all right. i’ve been an accessory all my life.

why don’t you sit down and drink your milk and we’ll have a nice, long talk.

you’re playing me for a sap.

i can see you’re all broken up about it.

cream or lemon, my dear?

sooner you go, sooner you’ll be back.

if you weren’t such an old fart, i’d bust you up like a soda cracker.

you tell me, since you know all about it.

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 29 

you wanna live your miserable fucking life, go right ahead.

i feel like something bad is going to happen to me.

look at us. we’re still breathing.

i know the difference between someone who cares about me and someone who doesn’t.

i bet you still think you’re the victim, don’t you?

i missed you. we fit.

you can’t rise above something if it’s eating you up inside.

i fucking love that. i love when you stoop to my level. 

the truth is, sometimes i miss you so much i can hardly stand it.

we could’ve had a good life together. real fucking good life. but you didn’t want it.

i wish i knew how to quit you.

we always do this.

can we just talk for a minute and i’ll fuck off after if you want?

you’ve got a pretty good track record of being insane.

if it was a good morning, i wouldn’t be here.

i’m not hiding. i’m avoiding.

we don’t have to be friends for me to make sure you’re okay.

you’re kind of brutal with other girls.

i’m not gonna lie, i am enjoying your panic right now.

i guess it’s my fault. i always come when you call.

i’m guessing you’re the one who’s always biting your tongue to keep the peace.

you think i don’t know what’s going on when i go weeks without hearing from you?

i want you to tell me why you look so fucking scared.

i’m not, like, turned on by drama.

i have way less complicated booty calls i could make.

i’m tired of being angry at you.

you can’t expect other people to take your relationships seriously if you don’t.

you don’t care about me. you just don’t know how to be alone.

we both want to keep seeing each other. it’s stupid to act like we’re not gonna do it again.

it’s like a sick cycle.

we’re not even nice to each other half the time.

you stay here so much there’s a drool stain on my couch.

you’ve been staring at photos of her for an hour.

do you think i’m broken inside?

you’re only nice if there’s a reason for it.

i’m not a fucking idiot. i know everyone thinks i am, but i’m not.

so hard to watch you self-sabotage. makes it impossible to stay mad at you.

please. get off your high horse. 

you keep making impulsive decisions and making everything worse. 

this is crazy. we’re saying crazy things to each other. we love each other. 

have you not noticed how much i like you?

some day, someone’s gonna get so far stuck under your skin, they’re gonna rot there.

i still love you just as much as i always have.

i’m not ready for this to be the end of my story.

oh, i never murder on the first date.

you have a lot of shit to figure out before you’re dateable. 

look at you. you just need me to make you feel better.

it’s hard to enjoy sex when i’m angry with you.

you’re literally incapable of being alone. 

i didn’t think i could hate you any more than i already did.

do you think i’m embarrassing?

sometimes i don’t know what version of you i’m going to get. 

i’m honestly not someone who gets very excited about things.

you’re not gonna go there and turn some light on. it’s pitch black.

i was in the middle of a self crisis, but you loved me.

i'm trying to remember who i was before i met you.

you can figure out who you are and we don’t have to break up because of it. 

you walk like someone who grew up being free.

i feel like i need to be away from you.

you’re not really here. you’re, like, gone.

do you feel like you have someone looking out for you?

you’re the only person that i don’t want to leave.

if you go, it’ll be so painful for everyone.

i don’t know who i am. i don’t know what i want the rest of my life to look like.

i’m really… not a person.

thank you for being a great first love.

i’m sorry i was a coward. i really hope you can remember me as more than that.

i’m not gonna comfort you right now. i’m not gonna comfort you about the most painful thing i’ve ever experienced.

i can’t force you to want to be with me. right? you’re free. you can do whatever you want.

i’m sorry i’m not, like, upset enough about you.

i’m an avoidant asshole, i don’t know.

you’re, like, fucking broken inside. 

you said you loved me.

what you’re asking of me is not realistic.

you make everyone sad.

you get lukewarm pep talks when i’m unprepared. 

i don’t need anyone to tell me i’m a piece of shit.

how hard is it that you can’t be a dick to me right now?

you tell me you killed somebody, i’m out looking for a shovel.

[vrake]

done, updated my muses page

[silencedrage]

what a fucked up little family @vrake @ldydths

[vrake]

to write or not to write Alucard or Carmilla

[vrake]

or Lenore

[vrake]

to write or not to write Alucard or Carmilla

[ghstlnes]

GHSTLNES is INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE, PLOT BASED writing blog, featuring an ever growing roasters of canon and original muses / lovingly tormented penned by cris [trans he/him lesbian, 28] 

[cryptinspo]

– 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !

"Don’t look back."

"I missed you."

"It’s too late."

"Please don’t go."

"You promised me."

"Who did this?"

"I forgive you."

"We were gods."

"Leave me alone."

"They found us."

"Trust me, please."

"I need help."

"Run. Don’t stop."

"It wasn’t me."

"I remember everything."

"Burn it all."

"Tell me why."

"You never called."

"It’s just rain."

"You owe me."

"She’s not breathing."

"Is that blood?"

"You were right."

"It ends now."

"We start over."

"Stay with me."

"Nothing feels real."

"I hate this."

"Do it now."

"They're watching us."

"Make it stop."

"It's not yours."

"I was waiting."

"He’s behind you."

"They’re all gone."

"Time is up."

"Bring them back."

"It’s our turn."

"This is wrong."

"Don’t let go."

"We are cursed."

"No one knows."

"You're not real."

"Don’t say it."

"I saw everything."

"Nothing ever changes."

"Call it off."

"What are you?"

"I found it."

"Let me in."

[vrake]

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? " - riley @ nic

They had been tracking these men ever since eliza told them what happened, someone following her partner wasn't too far off for someone who did what their daughter did ( who got into the things she did with her brother ---- not even lilia and them asked them what they got up to most of the time ) but they had needed only a description, a detail that their daughter was more than capable of providing from whatever little riley had shared with her.

( what they hadn't been expecting was to find said partner of their daughter tied up and gagged, looking just a little worse for wear, even if nic had seen much worse in their life. )

they looked at the lawyer, looking smaller still tied to the chair, the blood sliding down the side of their face ( a well landed hit, they had to give them that ) was only mildly annoying but nic didn't bother cleaning it up as they stepped over a limp body, pulling a hidden knife from their clothes to cut the roped tying up the other. an eyebrow rised as they straightened up and looked at riley. " i would think there's never a right time to be taken by your girlfriend's enemies."

( and of those, their family had many )

looking around the mess that the place ended up becoming, nic let out a deep sigh, pulling their phone to send a quick text ( some cleaning that was more than necessary ). "come on takeda, lets get you out of here before we tell my daughter that these men shouldn't be bothering you anymore... and you can tell me how they got you, I rather make sure there's no more of them left."

[rh4egar]

@vrake sent an owl. 🦉 to find my muse in the owlry . (From Harry) | prompt.

the owls avoid him like the plague - an aggressive shriek and they take off as if their tail feathers had been aflame - rhaegar cannot, and will not, blame the animals for their reaction, the stench of sulfur and ash clings to him like a faithful shadow, the blood of a dragon courses through silver veins. which sane mind would not flee from a winged reaper? ❝ found you. ❞ not quite true, nagini had tracked potters scent to the owlry.

❝ ron and hermione are looking for you. ❞ but slytherin's heir makes no effort to guide the wizard down the stairs and out the door, he doesn't even gesture for harry to stand. instead he takes a seat on the bench next to his, a respectful distance away, they had been. . . compromised lately. the dark lord's arm grew longer each passing day, and not only potter's thoughts were poisoned by lord voldemort's handiwork.

a haunting comfort, perhaps, to know they weren't alone in this. the other was suffering too. a shaky breath betrayed his attempt at renewed compusure, pale hands shake beneath pristine slytherin robes. he should say something, wants to say something, as if he knew what he knew, but he didn't, so he did what he did - save no one from nothing. thankfully the winged mountain, somewhere nearby, took flight; the thunderous beat of gargantuan wings echoing over the hogwarts grounds tore the heir from murky waters of deep thought. if only he was half as ferocious and powerful as the emerald she-beast, he could go against the dark lord on his own. ❝ still no news from sirius? ❞ it's been a while since he had writtenn, and gaunt dreads the worst.

[vrake]

There was something comforting in the silence of the owlry, a calmness that he couldn't breathe from in the chaotic hallways of the castle, always bursting with students ready to throw a judging look his way. murmurs following his every step as he passed, some parting ways to let him through ( in fear or something else, he wasn't quite sure, but he didn't find himself particularly inclined to figure it out either ). here, the owls didn't see any more than another wizard.

he didn't look up as they flew away, knew it only meant new company and he held his breath, almost fearing who it could be. and as his voice reached his ears, Harry wasn't quite sure if he should find himself comforted or not ( though he guessed there was some camaraderie, an understanding he hadn't quite found yet, of someone sharing a life experience ) "Hey." it sounded lame, even to him but a small smile still managed to reach his lips before nodding. "I'll catch them at the common room or dinner at the great hall." even if he'd rather not be there at all.

he looked up then, at the thunderous rumble of wings breaking through air. he hasn't quite gotten used to that yet, having such a giagantic creature roaming the skies around Hogwarts ( hagrid was ecstatic though, beyond himself with excitement ) looking back down at the boy next to him, harry had a hard time reconciling the fact that he couldn't be much older than himself, that he was him even if he wasn't quite the same. he finally tore his eyes from him, looking down at his empty hands ( hedwig had since long eaten the treats he brought her, had since long returned to her resting place ) and shook his head. "nothing yet." because there's been nothing but silence, and he hated it. feeling like he was being left out of his own life.

[vrake]

cont. from this | @enchaentales

It was intoxicating; everything about Allie was. Her scent, her taste, that soft tickling of magic as her blood touched her tongue. It was easy to get lost in her, in her voice and her innocence, in the magic that surrounded her that had nothing to do with the power swirling through her veins. She's lost in all of her, and she thinks faintly, at the back of her mind, that maybe she's starting to understand.

When she pulls back, it takes her a second too long to center herself, to keep from pushing forward once more, and sink her fangs back into the soft flesh of Allie's neck. The drumming of her heart is sweet against her ears, fast enough to let her know that she's taken more than she should, but not nearly as much as she wished for. But she looks up with clouded eyes, drunk with everything that's allie, and takes her in. Flushed, breathing raggedly, and so beautiful.

She takes a deep, sharp breath when Allie's hands cradle her face, there's blood dripping from her jaw but there's nothing but want in Allie's face. And Mila offers no resistance when she's pulled in, going willingly, and soon she's getting another taste of her, different but no less sweet, no less intoxicating. Her arms wrap around the witch's frame, pulling her closer still, flush against herself. And she thinks this time she has finally understood.

[ghstlnes]

/ / GHSTLNES an INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE, PLOT BASED writing blog, featuring an ever growing roasters of canon and original muses ; majorly yellowjackets and wot based, and many others / lovingly tormented penned by cris [he/him lesbian, 28]  \ \

[vrake]

‘ does she know the truth about you? ’ - arte/sky

She looks up, startled by the sudden voice and the unexpected question. Her hands still over the engine she had been working on, as she turns to look at them. It was usually quiet, hanging out by the garage with Arte; they both let themselves get lost in the sound of engines, tools, chains, and the faint beat of metal against metal as they worked. It was relaxing, they both finding a comfort in each other's presence that wasn't easy to find somewhere else.

( and they talked, it wasn't always silent. Sometimes it was the soft sound of their voices after they got tired of working, the sound of questions and answers, and stories of a life neither of them was a part of anymore ).

But this question... she wasn't expecting it, for some reason. And she looks back to the engine with a frown on her face as her thoughts rush before her eyes. It's an easy answer, she thinks they should have known it already but saying it, she finds, it's still hard.

"You mean my mom?." She says finally, shooting back another question that, she thinks, can buy her some time ( what for? She's not sure, time isn't going to change the answer ). "No... she doesn't." She shrugs, going back to moving her hands, to working on the engine. "It's why I ran from home... it's..." She pauses, her frown deepening at the way her hand mirrors her hesitation. "It's not something my family would accept easily, if at all."

Shrugging once more, she resumes her work. "I've come to terms with that."

[vrake]

" what the fuck happened to you ? " - riley @ eliza

The question made her pause, had her forcing back the instinct to check herself, her clothes, her hands, before she remembered exactly how she looked. With the cuts on her face and the busted lip ( from the one asshole who managed to get past her and connect a fist that shouldn't have reached her ). At the very least, she was sure the jacket covered the bandage wrapped around her arm.

( the deal had gone wrong, to her mom's displeasure. not that they weren't prepared for that scenario. her mother had been standing just behind her mom just in case, and eliza had been lazying, sitting just a safe distance at the other side of the room, ready )

"What? No 'hello'? Do I look that bad?." She joked, trying to deflect the question, running a hand through her hair before shrugging, immediately suppressing a wince when the movement pulls at the wound on her shoulder. "You should see the other guy."

( or not, considering the mess the room had become, and the detached voice of her mother asking the remaining of her men to clean everything )

"I'm fine, don't worry about it." She offered a smile this time. Riley knew enough about what her family did already, they didn't need to know more. "Are you gonna invite me in? or should I go back and try again?."

[ghstlnes]

@vrake reacted for a starter; { starter call }

He doesn't look up from the leather-bound book he is translating for Kiri — He, sadly, had his aids on, in case of his mothers needing him, when Eliza strolled in. Nikko much prefers her when he can ignore her presence in peace. (His luck has been running low lately, and he is not surprised she caught him unprepared.) So he doesn't need to look at her — and he doesn't want to. They grew up from childhood rivalry, but Nikko prefers the twins when they are only words on a birthday card.

At least it's only one of them, now.

"No, Eliza," he calmly responds, tracing a particularly strange word with a gentle fingertip. It is cold in his room — It has to be; for all the ancient books, skeletons, and terrariums he has stocked. The shiver down his spine is completely out of annoyance, however. "I will not help you get rid of a body. Do you remember when we were kids, you used to lock me in empty rooms?" He remembers the ghosts too well; taunting him, begging him, screaming at him — clawing at him until he was bleeding and with marks no one knew where they came from.

(They were kids — and Nikko doesn't hold Eliza accountable for that. He did his fair share of fucked up things, back then. But he doesn't want to add another dead face to his roster.)

He finally looks up from his book, frowning. "How did you even get in the house anyway? I thought you were sucking baguettes in France, or whatever." Fucking French people.

[vrake]

She rolls her eyes, almost scoffing to herself as she towers over him. "I don't need your help, little frog." She already messaged Dorian about the dead body. Her brother was most likely to at least help carry it. Her eyes scan over the words he's working on. Another translation, and as she skims over the words, she can just about make up what language is... maybe her mother was more familiar with it than she was. But Eliza doesn't really care too much about it, and she straightens back up to pace around his room.

"Good times."

It's a joke. She learnt over time that the ghosts bothered Nikko in different ways than they did her. But they bothered them anyway.

Humming, she picks a dinosaur figure to inspect it before putting it back down. "Picked the lock." She says easily, shrugging as she walks to his bed, letting herself flop down onto it as if it were her own. "Poor Aunt Cissy, if she ever heard you speak like that about good'ol France." A small smirk reached her lips as she checked her phone, reading over the replies. "But we got back a week or so ago, and mom thought it'd be a good idea to pay you a visit." And she was still waiting for her brother to reply to carry on with what she had planned.