WITHERING; || ᴀᴜᴛᴏᴩʟᴀy.

You said I should eat my feelings, head held high. Mun 21+ Penned by: Vera

[madelainesource]

[witheringred-blog]

J U L I A N:

[ ✖ 𝓙. ℬ𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭; @witheringred ]

     — Round sapphire hues remained raptly focused on the redhead as she moved further into the bedroom. So poised and graceful. Rose’s beauty and the way she carried herself made him about as nervous as he was unknowingly making her. He didn’t deserve to be in this girl’s presence let alone in the grandiosity of her home. It made him uncomfortable. He was a dirty, orphaned street kid. Why on earth would they have cared? What did they want? They could have just as easily dumped him off on the doorstep of some hospital and wiped their hands of him.

Julian balked, eyes bulging in shock as his mouth fell open. “A bloody week? I—” And then his stomach rumbled. Great. Bloody great. “I’m so sorry— It probably wasn’t even necessary! I’m certain I would have been perfectly fine!” Julian rambled, tirade ending in a groan which only died in his throat when Rose drifted closer and pressed the back of a delicate alabaster hand to his forehead and then to his cheek, the prolonged eye contact causing his breath to hitch and remain held until the footfalls of her approaching parents shattered the spell. Only after Rose hid behind a curtain and the door to the bedroom was opened yet again did he realize he had been holding his breath and his heart was hammering strangely beneath his sternum.

Looking dazed, the blond boy returned their smiles with more apologies but was eventually calmed— at least somewhat— by reassurances before they promised to have a maid send up his laundered clothes so he could dress and come down to dinner when it was ready. But not before mentioning they needed to talk over dinner. What was that about? Once they were gone, Julian looked over to where Rose was hiding behind the curtain. “You can come out now. They’re gone, love,” he whispered loudly, fidgeting with a piece of fringe on the blanket draped over his lap while waiting for her to emerge. “Where can I have a shower? It’s been… a while since I’ve had one and I’d be very grateful if I could use your loo as well. I’m afraid I really need to.” Julian flushed as he laughed, the sound musical.

    Rose quickly put the back of her right hand up to cover her mouth. Brown eyes dazzled with amusement at his reaction to being sleep for a week. Her soft laughter unfortunately died and her hand fell exposing a warm smile that slowly faded to just a faint upturn of red painted lips. Her right hand comes up to stop him from speaking further and she gently shakes her head, “Shhh... you’re fine. You were an ease to look after, so you have nothing to worry about, Julian.” She confirms before allowing her hand to fall to her side again.

         His reassurance was what was important. That and to ensure him that he was safe where he was because she knows if it were her, she would have been terrified to have wakened up in a house full of unfamiliar faces. Then again, she never really trusted anyone. She can’t. Her head lowered as she stood behind that thick and dark colored curtain, she couldn’t help but let tears silently fall from her eyes as they spoke to him in a way that was foreign to her. It was so easy for them to show some form of love to a stranger, but did not know the meaning of it when it came to their own child. It hurts constantly feeling like you’re not good enough and you never will be and she can’t help but think that maybe there is something wrong with her. Maybe she was just a burden or perhaps she was too stupid to understand. She heard the door close when they left, she heard Julian speak out to her. Rose just felt weak; emotionally drained. The soft sound of her breath shaking as parted lips took in a breath and let it out could be heard throughout the now quiet room, her hands came up too quickly wipe away her eyes. A false smile was forced to her lips and she peaks out from behind the curtain,

     “Sorry. The bathroom is over here, I will show you..” She says before making her way out from the curtain but failed when her right leg somehow became wrapped into the thick curtain fabric causing her to fall forward onto her hands and knees with a thud on the hardwood floor. “Ow!” She whispers softly.

[franceskray]

[stiillhere-blog]

       I’m used to things not going the way I want them to.

                                              Mileena Francesca Richards

[deadlyundead-a-deactivated20171]

This blog was EST. 07/2017 after the demise of another RP blog of mine. To be honest, this fandom’s community can be a bit intimidating at first. However, I met the right people and so it’s not so much a bad place anymore. haha. I’ve been a fan of the kuro-series since I was in high school (2007) and this series is what led me to meeting my lovely wifes-band @cicamortem (yes, we ARE engaged irl).

Under.taker has been my favorite kuro character next to Gre.ll for the longest time. I’ve played him off of tumblr for nearly a year before bringing him here and I am ecstatic that people appreciate my interpretation of him! If there is anyone out there who has rp’d with me before on my other muses, you’ll know that the characters I grow attached to follow the same troupe - (think Yuu.ki Ter.umi from Bla.zblu or Aizen Sosuke from B.LEACH BOTH former muses of mine.)  and it brings me JOY knowing there are roleplayers out there that are not afraid to let me explore this character in completion - and in every possible verse there can be for him! Thank you for letting my muse be a villain - thank you for letting my muse be that spooky af professor with the sketchy morals - and thank you overall for being amazing friends and helping this anxious heffa get over her fears so she can have some damn fun! xD 

WITH THAT BEING SAID - ONWARDS WITH THE 100+ FOLLOW FOREVER POST! (old school tumblr term I’m sorry. lol I hate the term bias post ) 

First and FOREMOST thank you to the following souls for showing me a DEADLY GOOD TIME - whether it was OOC banter or IC interactions. I appreciate you guys <3 

@liesbecometruth , @pareidae , @harcoxrt , @chainreaped , @maljefe , @sabuza , @sassygreytea , @wuthering-emily , @kinnome , @evildcers , @carnivigorous , @umbralrosa 

People I am newly interacting with or want to interact/plot with sometime in the near future :D 

@witheringred, @gxxdgiirl , @glxtzy, @affctus , @archxviste , @hellbirth , @exitstageentropy , @warosey , @uurameshii , @pilawforhire, @canisnxcto , @sentientbook, @facadesmiled , @fearloved

                              Honestly EVERYONE I’m following tbh. 

Lastly, because I’m a CAKE special thanks to the love of my life @cicamortem for encouraging me to go through with not just this blog  but interacting with others all together. When I say my anxiety is HIGH. It is HIGH. But EVERYONE has made it easy for me to comfortably RP and I thank ALL of you for  it. 

I LOOK FORWARD TO MORE INTERACTIONS AND REACHING THAT NEXT MILESTONE. ASFGHJKL;;;; I LOVE YOU GUYS. EVEN IF YOUR NAME ISNT LISTED I FUDGING LOVE YOU TOO! 

[madelaineandvanessa]

[witheringred-blog]

D E V L I N:

[ ✖ 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔒'𝓒𝔩𝔢𝔯𝑦; @witheringred  ]

     — That hurt so damn bad. Another proverbial blow to his solar plexus that knocked the habitual air from his lungs this yet again. Too late. Too late. But was it really? They had an eternity now. They could make up for the time lost. Maybe not the children aspect but—

Again he couldn’t breathe— twins. Dear almighty. Devlin watched Rose go, allowed her to get outside before he was after her, ignoring the pain in his left knee so he could run and catch up to her.

When he stepped outside there was no trace of her and he thought he had been too slow, but then Devlin caught a flash of red hair and with no one around to see, he was off in a blur of speed, catching up to Rose in a near instant and appearing in front of her. “I lost you once I ain’t gonna lose you again. Don’t go. Please. Didn’t ya ever hear the sayin’ if somethin’ is meant to be it’ll find it’s way back? Look at us. We have forever. We can go anywhere, just the two of us.” He ached to pull her into his arms, to kiss her forehead and never let her go. Instead, Devlin’s hands found each of Rose’s and he stepped closer, leaning the side of his chin against her temple. “I love you, Rosebud. I never stopped. He could make me do it, burn the house down to its foundations but he could never make me not love you.” he whispered hoarsely against her forehead, the blood tears slipping from beneath tightly closed eyelids to carve crimson paths down his pale cheeks. “Please don’t go away. I cannot bear losin’ you again.” Devlin whispered, raspy voice cracking from the sob building in his throat.

EAT. That was all that was in her head. Find the most worthless piece of shit in the city and tear him to pieces. Rose was not one for taking innocent lives, she preferred to go for menaces to society. Her brown eyes were intense as her gaze stayed straight ahead, she was intent on her current mission but it was all put on a complete hold when Devlin appeared in front of her making her stop instantly. Her brows furrow as her gaze meets his.

Her hands were in tight fists as he spoke to her, her heart felt like it was crumbling. She lightly flinches when he takes hold of her hands, unballing them so that he could have a proper hold of them. His words cause her eyes to close as she listens to him speak, a silent stream of tears roll down her cheeks staining the pale skin with red. She slowly pulls her hands out of his grasp only to gently guide her hands up his arms before wrapping them around his neck. Rose could not understand where these waves of emotions came from but she could not stop the sound of her cries from flowing past her lips, “I d-don’t want to lose y-you either..” She manages to say through her uncontrollable sobbing. She pulls her head back so they could lock eyes for just a moment before leaning in to softly press her lips against his; they were still just as soft and sweet like she remembers. She slowly breaks the kiss just to lightly brush her nose against his, “I love you, Devy.” She says softly against his lips.

[segasaturnine]

just incase yall were interested in whats happenin on FL fb right now

[wildcard-enforcer]

[witheringred-blog]

@ignikinetic

[deniablyobvious]

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D E V L I N:

[ ✖ 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔒'𝓒𝔩𝔢𝔯𝑦; @witheringred  ]

     — He couldn’t have known. If he had he would never have fallen in love with her. Taken her into his bed. Created a child with her. He wouldn’t have risked her life. He wouldn’t have risked any of their lives. But Devlin hadn’t known what his father had done, hell, not even his mother had known and they had all paid for it in their own way.

Devlin flinched as if Rose had slapped him, teeth clenching so hard the muscles in his jaw jumped as he struggled to not cry. He had hoped— He had hoped— that maybe the baby had been born. That it had lived a long life, had gotten married, had children, been HAPPY. Now that fleeting hope was gone, a lick of flame snuffed out like his own magic had been. “’m sorry, Rose— I would do anythin’ to take it back, to have given you a normal life.” he whispered.

She hated him. Rightfully so. They could have had everything together. And now they’d have forever with nothing, not even each other, just a cold eternity of misery.

   “It’s too late for that.. happiness just wasn’t meant for us.. we just get a taste of it and then it’s taken away in the cruelest ways.” Did she regret what they had? Previously, she did. Rose hated him for the longest of time for what he had done, but with her being turned and having met vampires along the way to help her better understand what she was and how things worked, she had a gut feeling that there was some form of mental play involved. But she could never forget nor regret those nights of being held in his arms or running about like children in the yard, laughing in the wind.

       She felt something run down the ride side of her face and she quickly wiped it away. Looking at her hand she saw the faint shade of red and let out a soft breath, “I do have to go.. I am sorry..” She says before turning to walk away but paused mid-stride to glance back at him, “There were two..” She says before walking through the crowd to the front exit.

@ignikinetic

[witheringred-blog]

D E V L I N:

[ ✖ 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔒'𝓒𝔩𝔢𝔯𝑦; @witheringred  ]

     — It was a wonder they had never crossed paths before tonight, what with Devlin working with and mentoring the family’s oldest daughter Amara in the art of fugitive recovery. She was tough as nails and eager to learn, begging her parents AND him to allow her to tag along. Eventually, the vampire relented with the blessing of her mother and father and took the girl on as an apprentice. Tonight was the soiree that marked her birthday AND the day she’d fly from under his wing to work on her own.

The family’s other daughter, Angelina, was quickly fascinated by him upon first meeting him and raced off after a few moments of chatting to apparently fetch someone ’he had to meet’. Politely waiting, Devlin sipped at the champagne in the glass handed to him and gave a sideways glance to a couple rudely arguing only a few feet away. And then Angelina was back and he looked up from his glass to a set of brown eyes he hadn’t seen in a hundred and fifty years.

Devlin crashed back through the years, an endless tunnel of anguish and time, a punch to the gut knocking him breathless as he swallowed thickly and stumbled over his own words, voice even softer than it’s usual hoarse rasp. “H-Hello, Rose. I'm— ” he was suddenly distracted by Angelina winking at them VERY obviously before bounding off, loudly whispering her sister’s name.

Running his tongue over his suddenly dry lips, Devlin’s indigo hues flicked back to Rose. The relief of her being alive was SO overwhelming that tears threatened to fall. THAT wouldn’t do. NOT here. NOT tears that would carve crimson paths down his pale cheeks if he allowed them to fall. But as he looked at her she’d be able to see the red tears brimming his blue eyes. “’m glad ya made it out, Rose. I really am. Doin’ that was— I wanted to die after, would have, too. But HE wouldn't let me…” Devlin swallowed again and averted his eyes. Rose was too brilliant to look at for long, as bright as the sun had been. Painful. “How—?” he finally asked, voice a hoarse, barely audible whisper.

  Part of her wanted to completely flip out when he started to talk. Just scream and pound on his chest asking him why he betrayed her? Why did he ruin everything they had? Everything would have been perfect and then he ruined all of it. Everything! She noticed the crimson paths along the rim of his eyes which made her brows furrow together about an inch, she was silent while listening to him speak. Her body was stiff and her hands were in tight fists, her lips were tightly sealed in a thin line.

     Him. The man responsible for what she is at this very moment. The source of their eternal pain and anguish. Her eyes closed and she let out a breath she must have been holding for quite some time now. Not like she needed it anyway. His voice was still the same, he hadn’t changed the slightest and when asked how her eyes slowly open again and look him in the face, even if he chose not to look upon her at all, “Through misery. That’s how..” She says in her usual soft tone of voice, but there was a bitterness in it. An anger she couldn’t shield even if she wanted to.

  “The brutal actions of a man that took me over the simple fact of have your ‘scent’ all over me. --For loving you.. for being happy...” She trails off softly. “Don’t worry. I wish I could have died too like the others in that house. --Like..” She trails off not realizing her hand found its way to her stomach. Her thumb gently brushing along her belly before quickly stopping to let it fall down to her side, “I think I should go. Hunger and all that.” She says for an excuse to just bolt out of there. She wanted to run and go home and cry and throw everything in a fit of hurt and rage.

@ignikinetic

[youreperfecttt]

[witheringred-blog]

@ignikinetic She lets out a heavy sigh while adjusting the wrist part of her black long sleeve sweater. Her face held no emotion as she looks herself over, red hair was adjusted to lay over her left shoulder. Her eyes come up to meet the very gaze of her own person; you’d think through the years she’d grow to be more confident with her appearance, but even now with her youthful skin and pale features that were adorned with simple red makeup and eyeliner to compliment the all black attire. The black sweater was joined with a black skirt that stopped mid-thigh, some black tights that allowed one to easily see the milky smoothness of her legs, and black high heels to finish it off. She could hear the people downstairs. No this was not her home, this was a friend - a human family that she happened to grow quite fond of through the few years she had known them. Every so often they threw little gatherings such as these and she would turn each one of them down with excuse after excuse, but tonight she chose to do the opposite of staying within the four walls of her quiet home.

Rose soon exit the bathroom and walks down the carpeted hallway and down a set of spiral stairs. She immediately put on a friendly smile as she joined the people and mingled among them. Soon enough Angelina, the woman of the house came and gently tugged her to her side, “Rose, come here! I want you to meet someone!” She says all too excited. Rose playfully rolled her eyes, “Angelina..” She groans softly. The slightly taller brunette shook her head, “No, no, no. Do not start! He is very kind and humble!” She rolls her eyes and looks off towards the male and female in the corner having a rather heated conversation. You didn’t have to hear it in order to know, you can tell by the look on their faces that something was wrong but she could hear it all. Typical, scum of a man that can’t stop his wandering eyes. “Here she is! This is Rose, Rose meet Devlin.” Angelina's voice was all too cheerful. The name made her brows furrow and her head turned towards the very being she wanted her to meet so terribly and when she saw that face. Her smile immediately disappeared as she locks eyes with him.

“H-Hello..” She says softly, her voice cracking faintly. Her mind filling with so many memories that she wished she could erase permanently and hold onto that one memory of the very thing he did. She wanted to feel burning rage, hatred, she wanted to feel like she was going to tear him apart.. but, she couldn’t. All she could feel was the same crushing heartache that she felt all those years ago, “I’m Rose..”

[lenas-bitch]

[sulietsexual]

[maurawrites]