I'm A Killer To My Core

"We're all hiding something, aren't we? From the moment we wake, look in that mirror, all we do is spin our little lies, suck in that gut, color that hair, twist off that wedding ring. And why not? What's the penalty? What are the consequences, really? 'I'm only human,' you say, and all is forgiven. But what if some cruel twist of fate makes you something else, something other? Who forgives you then?"

[koseisora-blog]

        “…Great! I didn’t think that would work— I mean, I’m glad. Uh— I’m Khione. Nice to meet you.”

[withallthelivesilived]

"Aidan. It's a pleasure to meet you, Khione"

[withallthelivesilived]

koseisora:

        “Ahem— I was wondering if, perhaps, you would be interested in joining me for a cup of coffee.”

"Oh, um, sure.. I suppose that would... be acceptable. Coffee should be... perfectly fine"

[withallthelivesilived]

[ I really need some threads, so if anyone wants to RP or something let me know ]

[mnestis]

{♔} —  He almost felt bad for the girl. It was clear she was lost and scared. Confused on everything that seemed to be going on. And honestly, he had no answers to give her. He’d seen the underworld. He’d seen people die before. Death frankly wasn’t a new concept to the demon. With a sigh, Lance leaned back against the bench seat and patted the spot next to him.. he wasn’t sure if it mattered if she sat or not.. he wasn’t an expert on this stuff or anything.

❝Look kid, I don’t think anyone is entirely professional at the.. ghost stuff. Who says all that’s left after life is limbo? What if all the crazy religious people are right and there’s some life beyond this one. For all you know once you allow yourself to leave this shitty world, you may just be reincarnated right back here, ya’know? It’s got to be better than livin —  ghosting in fear of some jackass reaper? Right?❞

[withallthelivesilived]

~ ♥ ~  She didn’t understand his change in demeanor. He was being rather rude before but now.. It was like he was showing sympathy towards her. Or something along those lines at least. So, of course she responded positively to this strange sort of kindness. She sat next to him, payed attention to his words, tried to have some kind of optimistic view towards his words but..

"I’ve looked into that.. Reincarnation. I’ve seen it happen but he’s always there waiting. It’s like a game to him, or like he’s hunting me. Even if I do get reincarnated he’s going to follow me. It’s, like, having a stalker. No matter what I say, do, or even try doesn’t work and he’s still always there.. Lingering, waiting.. And I haven’t done anything wrong, I just passed up my door and not even on purpose then he sprung into existence… I, uh, sorry.. I don’t mean to trouble you with all my nonsense"

[kasiababiscomics]

[withallthelivesilived]

nogoodnessleft || Closed || All Out Of Blood

[nogoodnessleft]

Sleep. Something it feels like she’s always deprived of. Which, she usually is since she does tend to lock herself in her home and cry, abusing substances and insulting herself till it hurt to scream. She would stay up seducing a victim and once they’re dead, carving scars into their body because she was so scared— So nervous. And then she wouldn’t sleep that night because she would be pacing and carving marks into the walls, a dead body, and anything she could make a permanent mark in.

Blue eyes snapped open. She didn’t move, not one bit. Her eyes scanned the ceiling. She felt light headed, as if someone had sucked the life out of her and left her for dead. But that’s the strange part—…

—…She’s not. He could of drained her dry. He could of killed her. But he didn’t. Instead, he had her live to see another day. What a fucking bastard.

Libitina’s eyes strayed to the immortal next to her. He looked so peaceful sleeping like that it made her feel envious of him. But then again—… He’s suffered much more than her. She just wasn’t able to control her emotions or actions as well as him. The thought of that made her envious of him once again. What was it like preying on people because you had to survive?

What was it like actually having a reason to kill?

No.  She can’t think like that. He did have a reason to kill. And if he needed her blood, he could have it! She didn’t care! If he has to kill her, fine!

Why did this always happen? She always felt the need to break in front of him. She can’t just break in front of Aidan. She has to stay strong. She has to pretend she’s OK even if he is aware of her pain. Her hands slowly went to her head, holding it—cradling it.

I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine, fine, fine, finefinefinefine—…

It was too early for this. One of the widow’s hands moved slowly to Aidan’s shirt and the other soon followed. After a moment of her hands grasping the cloth, her head soon moved in. She pressed her face into his abdomen as if she believed that he, Aidan, could protect her from her insanity. But it can’t leave. It can never leave. No one can help her except herself. And to do that, she needs help from someone much stronger than her.

"Please take all of my blood next time. Don’t leave a drop left." Came the whisper. So quiet, so soft, it was as if a mouse had spoken from outside the door.

[withallthelivesilived]

{ ⇒ He was a monster.

Not the human kind, or the kind that just enjoyed doing things to scare you. No. He was the monster in the way of using and killing people to survive.

It was selfish.

It was an addiction.

If his son would see him now, if his son saw all the terrible things he’s done… The thought of his son being fearful of him made his undead heart tighten. The heart that no longer beat. Everyone was afraid to die right? So, it was understandable that he was selfish and continued to live and feed his need and addiction.

It was understandable that he was a monster out of fear. He didn’t get to be a ghost, and he didn’t get a door. He’s end would be rewarded with ash. He was tired of killing people so he could live. That was the purpose of his and Josh’s experiment. He couldn’t do it.

Libby was proof that he could change. She was his glimmer of hope. He just wanted to be a better man. He wanted a chance to have what he was entitled to when he was a human — life, love, a future of some kind..

He could hear her. Her voice had been soft, but his ears were enhanced to be able to hear heartbeats in a person that was covered by muscle and skin. She asked him to drain her dry. He would have argued, but he kept his eyes shut. He wouldn't stay anything about it.}

The vampire yawned and stretched his arms out. "Good to see you're awake. You okay, now?"

[withallthelivesilived]

+ 3 Donorsb

[survivorofeden-archive-blog]

Damocles’ eyes widened a bit at her words. Roughed up? She knew. She spot it so easily. That must mean he’s vulnerable right now. He needs medical attention, right now. He doesn’t have bandages and if his sister saw him she would panic. Avoid panic and get help while using the most cost efficient way to do it all. His shirt.

The male exhaled while an arm wrapped around his torso and the other went to his pocket to pull out cash. He placed it on the counter however, his hand did not move from it immediately. Sweat dripped down the sides of his neck. His arm on his torso tightened. He could feel it. This wound might of been worse than he thought it was. He could move quickly. He released the money while also pushing off of the counter. 

He cleared his throat. "I’m appreciative of your concern, but it’s nothing you need to… worry about." He has to go. Now.

Damocles moved quickly. He exited out of the back of the bar and into a back alley. Pants escaped his mouth as his hands began to tear at his shirt. He ripped it up so easily it looked as if he was unwinding it from the hem up. 

"Gotta move quickly. I underestimated this."

[withallthelivesilived]

"Hey, wait! I could..—"

.~ ♥ ~ ..And he was gone.

She probably should have stayed put. She shouldn’t have been concerned about him. He was a stranger after all. She was concerned though. He helped her despite them being complete strangers. He had a wound that he knew she could help with. So it may have been the wrong thing to do. At least she could help for once instead of being a bystander.

She wasn't going to be a bystander.

The last time she was a bystander, her best friend fell into the hands of the man that made Sally what she had been. Some dead girl. No more. No. More. He couldn't have gone far, she figured. It was a pretty deep wound to start with. He would faint from blood loss if he tried to get to like the hospital or something.

She had no other leads but to check around the bar.

Where did he go? Why hadn't he just stayed and got help? Was.. Was he like her and the others?

Was he a monster?

[withallthelivesilived]

+ 3 Donors

[leondelsol-archive-deactivated2]

Who was that? So interesting and she seem happy. Besides, there was something different. Something was off. It spiked his curiosity. He just had to know what it was that was different. Immortal? Possible. He’s met all types of immortals. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, the sorts.

"Miss—…" Lorenzo stepped forward, catching up with her quickly. He flashed her a soft smile, red eyes watching her carefully. "I’m sorry to be such a bother but would you do me the honor of letting me buy you a drink?"

[withallthelivesilived]

~ ♥ ~ The cheerful female closed eyes, feeling cold air on her skin made her shiver but she loved it. She could feel it! She let out a content sigh, but her attention was pulled away after a man approached her. She looked him over for a brief moment. He didn’t seem anything like Danny, not in looks, not in manners, not in his voice..

Good, the last thing she needed was a repeat of Danny. She directed the same completely content smile at the man. "Oh, you’re no bother" She assured him,"Uh, sure, I guess that wouldn’t be a problem" It couldn’t hurt.

[tympana-deactivated20140621]

Tнιηк уσυ’яє α мσηѕтєя?

Sєє ιƒ уσυ cαη cαтcн υρ тσ му ℓєνєℓ

   ƒιяѕт.

[captainperoxidespike-archive]

Different Stages of Drafts: Reblog With your Mun FC

[withallthelivesilived]

When You Get All Your Drafts Done:

When Your Drafts Start to Slowly Build Up Again:

When Your Drafts Become a Mountain:

[ohdreaming]

I should like to have something more of her than the memory of a few kisses and some broken pathetic words.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via ohfairies)

[observando]

You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via observando)

[adrianivashk0v]

Dorian Gray | Vanity and Lust

[ben-barness]

Fangirl Challenge: » Favorite Character: Dorian Gray

“Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?”.

[theildam-l]

[assian-candor-deactivated201809]

Ben Barnes is a national treasure and needs to be protected at all costs

[itsnoteasybeinghuman]