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memphisgreene:

His lips pressed together, his head nodding thoughtfully at her words. It was a good point, what would they do when it was all over, if everything was ruined. That was the plan after all, the ultimate goal, but then what? “Gods do it all the time.” He decided, taking the cigarette and placing it between his lips. “Destroy most, not all, watch them rebuild and then destroy it again. Just to watch them struggle.”

it was a sadistic fantasy, one that felt almost real enough that vada could taste it. she let him take a few drags before getting close enough to him to take it from his mouth with her fingers. “i want them to worship me,” she sighed dreamily, getting worked up about the thought of destruction and complete control. she knew that her best bet at getting there was to stick close to him, a master sadist with as close to a weak spot as he could have for her. she sometimes wondered, amongst all the numbness inside him, if she ever made his vile heart twitch just a little. “i know you could sustain yourself for a couple thousand years just watching the entirety of mankind struggle to survive under your foot,” she teased, “but i’m more of an action kind of girl.”

#c;memphis

valentinablake:

valentina had drinks handed to her one after another as soon as their celebration began after they cleaned themselves up and she was feeling a steady buzz without being concerned it was too much. she looked up at vada as she made her toast and she smiled without showing teeth, not one for outward enthusiasm. she rose her hand to help the girl down when she looked like she was ready and she clinked her glass against the one she’d just emptied more for the show than the toast. “you should do weddings.” val teased before she took a sip from her glass. “seriously, i’m inspired.”

“why thank you,” she smirked, taking a playful bow once she was steady with her footing. “can you imagine that? me doing weddings? i’d be no good, I’d fuck the groom and then leave him for dead before the honeymoon.” she took in the brunette’s appearance, appreciating the way such a beautiful girl could have such a horrendous violent streak. it was impressive to say the least, and vada loved a girl that looked like they could bite man’s head off. “you look pretty calm, baby girl,” she observed, watching her with narrowed and unblinking eyes. “not your first time doing this, i presume?”

#c;valentina

“mmm,” she mused playfully, pausing to take a drag of her cigarette befogging offering it to him. “but then what fun would be left to have?” she considered his suggestion, and although she did love a good wildfire she couldn’t stand the harrowing silence that followed when it fizzled out. she looked up at him deviously, cocking her head to the side and narrowing her wild eyes. “i mean, what’s the good in being a God if there’s nothing for you to play with?”

#c;memphis

memphisgreene:

Memphis watched Vada’s actions with mildly amused fascination, the way one might observe a wild animal, quietly and a safe distance. He was much more interested in seeing what she’d do than in actually participating in the slippy, giddy celebration she was holding. Briefly he imagined what would happen if she fell from where she perched on the chair, shattering her glass bottle and knocking her pretty head on the ground. His thoughts were interrupted when he was beckoned closer and with a small, trained smirk, he stepped foward and held a hand to help her down. “You want to take over the world.” He questioned without actually asking one.

she recognized the familiar look on his face almost immediately. she presumed it to be close to the way vampires look at a humans when they’re imagining how their blood tastes, but it excited her more than it frightened her. there was an intoxicating energy that ran between them, and although she knew they were both too rotten to ever really love one another, she considered him the only other person on her divine level.

she grinned when he spoke, taking a moment to regain her footing before letting go of his hand. “true,” she replied smugly, digging a cigarette out of her bag before lighting it in her mouth. “you’ll be the king, and i’ll live in your chaos.”

#c;memphis

shatteredriley:

Riley didn’t consume alcohol much – okay, ever. She held onto a bottle of Fanta, nursing it the way her stepfather used to nurse bottles of beer or vodka. She watched her… friend colleague acquaintance accomplice give her toast, and curled her legs up underneath herself, perched on her own chair like a peculiar bird.

“Is that why you’re here?” she asked. “To become godlike?”

vada eyed the girl on her wobbly way down from the chair, a mix of amusement and curiosity and just a little playfulness. eyes narrowed, she cocked her head at the girl that looked to be mothering a bottle of soda and parted her lips. “you’re sort of a strange one, huh?” she observed the timid girl, picking up on the innocent vibe that seeped from her core. “a little weird. a little quiet. i like that. what’s your story?”

#c;riley

astrangebreed

the night was cold. the seasons shift had brought a chill to the night that reed had been longing for. and while the evening air was cold reed was anything but. he felt hot blood beneath the surface of his skin, and the warmth that each violent beat of his heart supplied. not to mention the burn in his throat from the liquor bottle he held in his hand. he looked over his shoulder to the person who’d quietly approached, wicked smile crossing his face. the man raised a lit cigarette to his lips and inhaled before extending the bottle. “have some”.

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“don’t mind if i do,” vada spoke, her voice low and devilish as she leaned her head back and took a good swig. her hands were shaking from adrenaline and the rapid rate at which she consume her alcohol, but she paid no mind to it as she handed back the liquor and stole the cigarette from his fingers. “this your first time, pretty boy?” she asked, not remembering if he has already told her that or not. she narrowed her eyes and smirked, “or have you been in the game long?”

#c;reed

vada was on her fourth drink already, basking in the moonlight that made her purple veins stand out against her pale frame. the adrenaline was still pumping in her veins, the thrill from their flawlessly executed kill still sending shockwaves down her spine. she swayed her hips to sound of a record playing, a lazy but devious grin parting her blood-red lips as she climbed to the top of the nearest chair. “to us,” she said smugly, her voice low and eerie as she raised her bottle up in a mock-toast. “true gods amongst men. long may we reign.” she giggled almost viciously before polishing off the rest, looking for a hand to help her giddy and drunken self down from the height.

#kcstart

hey guys!! i’m like super excited for this, lol. anyway, i just wanted to post my bio in case u didn’t read it on the main so u get a feel for this bad girl!! i luv all angst, chaos and pain so lms 2 plot :)

vada carlyle was not a girl. she was a lot of things, yes, but never a girl. she was a succubus, a sadist, or a God, depending on which man you asked. but she had always been too divine, too intangible, too wicked to be a girl. her mother had warned her she was rotten from the start, that she spent nine months marinating in nothing but venom and heroin. “it’s a wonder you even came out alive,” she said once, and vada stared blankly at the woman who so coldly referred to herself as “mom” as she got up and left to shoot up in the bathroom. she learned to fend for herself early on. the only child of a detached and resentful prostitute, she had been polishing off her mothers half empty beers from the age of twelve. she spent her nights sneaking out from the fire escape after dragging her lull body to the couch to avoid the painful silence that leaked from every wall in the house, seeping into the carpet and swallowing her whole. deep down she knew she would always be her mothers daughter, no matter where she hid, vacant and decaying from the moment she was born. it had started early: the itch. whether it was born of boredom or numbness, there was something beastly festering deep within the empty leaves and branches of her lung chamber, something that begged to be ignited. it started with alcohol, and drugs, and sex in the bathroom of clubs with heavy metal bassists and tattoo artists. it started with the wallets she slid out of guys pockets after they rolled off of her, sweaty and drunk and dumb enough to invite a vampire into their home. it started with rock n roll, and kink clubs, and a lust for anything grimy. it started when she finally felt something twitch inside her dead heart. she’d do anything to find that kick, the jolt that sent electricity through her veins and lit them like lighter fluid. she was a lion that liked to play with her dinner before biting in. she was bad news in black hair dye, she was cigarette butts hidden in socks, she was a collar-boned god amongst mortals. if you asked vada carlyle what she was she would tell you that she was your maker,

#kcooc

meanwhilepoetry

Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

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alessioitaliano90

crooked-queen

my girlhood was the rot that comes from candy; lollipops stuck to pavement; chapstick that started on someone else’s lips.

naiche lizzette (via franksiinctra)

octoberbrunette

musingisms

( the gang member. ) i liked that about her. she was unpredictable. sometimes the things she said and did were surprising. sometimes they disturbed me. but she was exciting, and that’s what i liked most. she was so many, many things but she was never once boring.