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biteofcherry · 6 months

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No such thing as finality

vampire!Curtis Everett x reader; Dracula!Curtis Everett x reader

summary: When Curtis returns to his newly acquired mansion in London, he's greeted by an unexpected sight...

warnings: angst; so so much angst; and feels; dark-ish; a bit of blood (there are vampires in this story, after all); mention of death;

Author's note: This is my small contribution to @witchywithwhiskey's Horror Movie Hoe-a-thon. The classic horror movie I based my inspiration on is Bram Stoker's Dracula. Though, me being me, I put a wicked twist to it. Hope you enjoy! The title "No such thing as finality" is also a quote from the Dracula book.

Lush scent of roses, bowing their graceful necks as wind gained momentum, didn’t fully cover the sweet, decadent smell of freshly spilled blood.

It would lure him in curiosity in any other circumstances, but since he didn’t expect anyone to be willingly bleeding inside his mansion, it made him wary.

Curtis wasn’t scared. There was no human, nor creature in this universe that could truly harm him. Any attack that may happen upon him, would be dealt with swiftly and mercilessly. He could rip them apart with bare hands; move so fast and snap their neck before they even blinked; sink his fangs into an artery and rip it out; take the shape of a beast and tear them inside out.

He should do it for the sheer audacity of breaking into his household, as newly acquired and not yet fully lived-in it was.

Taking measured steps, Curtis walked through the open wings of the glass, orangerie doors. Moonlight reflected in crystal chandeliers. Shadows crept along the walls, attempting to intimidate, but quickly withdrawing in submission to his own, chilling darkness.

There was a faint glow of warm light seeping from beneath the double door leading to the ballroom. The sound of crackling fire announced someone’s preparation for his return.

Curtis lifted a hand and the door opened in a burst, a gust of wind rubbing against his cheek affectionately before it whipped inside in a cold snap.

His gaze instantly fell on the crumpled body in the middle of the polished, hardwood dancefloor - a decorative gore centerpiece of blue silk, soft skin and pool of ruby red blood.

He recognized her.

Mina.

That dress was the one he gifted her; as inappropriate as it was, since her engagement ring still shined on her slender finger and she had made no promise of breaking that word to Jonathan Harker, even if her lips trembled to say more than just a thank you to Curtis. Her lovely face of soft lines and ethereal delicacy, which he drew obsessively in the past weeks, remained angelic as her life slipped away.

Curtis knew her, craved her and now he felt… mildly irritated.

A frown marred his face as he searched his feelings. Surely he should feel something stronger. Rage that would fly him across the room. Despair that would turn him into a wailing beast.

There was a flicker of annoyance - both at having her snatched from his grasp before he got to explore this madness and at being challenged so obviously.

As an apex predator he didn’t entertain any form of challenge.

Slowly, his eyes moved from Mina’s dying body to the hem of your shimmering gown inches from the dark pool of blood.

It was one of your favorite dresses - an almost translucent, pale fabric lined with exquisite sparks that gave the illusion of your body being encrusted in diamonds. Yet you didn’t seem bothered by the fact it bore stains of blood where it splashed when you sunk your teeth into the woman’s neck.

Red essence still dripped from your chin as you boldly stared at Curtis across the room.

“Hello, husband.”

Beads decorating your hair caught flickers of amber glow as you tilted your head in greeting. In that moment you were the epitome of a dark goddess from centuries ago; one he turned you into when he promised you an eternity at his side. One who walked with him through the darkness and filled it with your own light.

Light he forgot about in the fleeting moment of obsession.

“Beloved.” Though Curtis’ voice bore an undertone of reprimand at what you have done, his term of endearment didn’t change. “You’ve overstepped.”

Your eyes flashed red glow at his admonition, as it hinted at the importance of the dying, pathetic reflection of a woman from eons ago. She was not important! She couldn’t be important to him. You were!

“Overstepped?!” You hissed, your fangs elongating as you turned abruptly. “I was left in the castle, foolishly dreaming of and preparing for the move to the estate my dear husband went to secure. Meanwhile he fucking romanced a silly, mortal goose!”

“Mortal she may have been, but Mina wasn’t as unimpressive as you make her to be.” He didn’t know why he was defending his betrayal, since there was still not a single flare of rage urging him to snap your neck.

Curtis didn’t think there’d ever be a time the mere thought of ending your immortal life entered his mind. Though he felt a pang of pain, somewhere in the hollowness of his chest where a heart should beat, when he realized the weight of hurt he must’ve caused you as he prowled after Mina.

“I’m sure her face resembling your dead first wife was a truly impressive genetic lottery win,” you snorted, “but have you become as all those pathetic mortal men, ready to cheat on their actual wife with a new hot piece of ass?!”

“Do not accuse me of something that didn’t happen.” His irises splintered; red scythe filling over the blue iridescence like an eclipse taking over the sun.

A broken giggle bubbled on your lips. Your gaze shifted away from him, staring at the flames in one of the fireplaces.

“Oh, have I come just in time to prevent you from giving her the biggest fang?” You asked bitterly.

In a flash, Curtis was across the room. Fingers curling around the front of your neck and slamming you into the opposite wall. He pressed you against it, his grip on your throat not loosening and the heat of his body enfolding yours.

Curtis was considered a dead creature, but he burned as if the hellfire itself ran through his veins. It was only him, though. He created you, but you never felt your own warmth. There were others whom he sired over the centuries and who sired next generations of vampires. They all ran cold, too. Only Curtis’ dark flame burned eternal.

“You’re treading on thin ice.” He warned you, even as he delighted in the intense emotion you provoked. With you everything was always intense.

Always… alive.

Curtis was angry that you would accuse him of such a disgusting act like cheating. Angry at himself for giving you the reason to think the worst of him.

His obsession with Mina was unhealthy and borderline stalking. He was gifting her with attention and this one material present. But he didn’t have a plan of what he wanted from her exactly. Even as he played with the verbal seduction she was slowly falling for, not once did he imagine bedding her, or turning her.

It was more of a need to keep her, explore her, hold on to whatever she represented for his tortured soul.

But he was blind to how his madness made him act towards you.

“What will you do?” You asked in a hushed tone, redness of your irises receding to the natural color of your eyes. “Are you going to destroy me? The woman you vowed to love for eternity? The woman you turned, branded in every possible way as yours?”

It wasn’t a spiteful challenge of a scorned queen, but a fear of a lively woman who stole his evil heart five centuries ago.

One who often walked barefoot, even before vampirism made you immune to the cold. Wearing simple dresses, with pockets filled with flowers and herbs and shiny stones plucked from mountain rivers. He bought you many stunning dresses over the centuries and you loved them, but most of the time you still wore the simplest ones.

Curtis could only assume you dressed in the finest gown and adorned yourself with jewels to impose your power over Mina. To carry yourself as the queen about to crush a threat to her kingdom.

There was never a threat. Not once did he consider leaving you behind and never returning.

“I’d sooner meet my own end,” his fingers clenched on your throat as he squeezed his eyes in pain.

When he vowed to love and care for you for eternity, until the sun burnt human cities down and reached to scorch your entwined bodies, he meant it with every fiber of his cursed being.

“I haven’t cheated.” Curtis sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t think I would have.”

“And yet here we are…” Your cool breath still carried the metallic scent of blood.

He wouldn’t allow these thoughts to linger, to hurt you with doubt and resentment. He’d rather have you angry with him than broken. And there were ways to stoke your fire, keep it burning and warming him.

“Yes, here we are, Beloved.” Curtis’ tongue flicked out to lick away a drop of blood from the corners of your lips; his tone dropped an octave, vibrating with a beastly timbre. “With you in my grasp. With her dead body getting cold a few steps away and me not even being angry about it.”

Because he really wasn’t. There was that irritation at not having fully figured out what it was exactly that he chased in Mina, but none at the loss of her. Not from your hands, anyway.

You cupped Curtis face with your hands, showing him softness that he claimed he never deserved (but which you taught him to accept, adamant in your decision that he was worthy of your love).

“What was it that you searched for with her?” You asked, even though you were scared of his answer.

“I don’t know.” Curtis admitted; his eyelashes fluttering against his cheek. “A memory? A man I used to be? The humanity I lost?”

Mina looked like the exact image of Elisabeta - the wife he had as a human, whose death led him to do unspeakable things that cost him his soul. She was a reflection of the young, impulsive human man, who was too naive and too desperate in his love.

Perhaps Mina’s angelic face brutally reminded him of the crushing pain and being the self-punishing bastard that he was, Curtis clung to her to hurt himself over and over again. Staying away from you, too, because he spiraled down into thoughts of unworthiness once again.

“I didn’t know you at twenty one springs,” you said, “but the man I got to know at his honed one hundred years of vampirism and then spent centuries with? I wouldn’t trade him for anyone else.”

Curtis was a vampire king. The oldest, the first to ever be made. At least the first either of you encountered. He fed on blood, could be brutal about it, or very gentle. Depending who the victim was. There were streaks of ruthlessness and cruelty in him, you witnessed him drown villages in blood then watch it sink into the ground with grim satisfaction.

But he also carried the children from said villages in his arms, finding them new homes in places where humans weren’t as rotten and wouldn’t hurt them like the people of their hometowns had.

Curtis was the monster parents scared their children with; but that monster saved those kids when their parents were the ones abusing them. Or when they allowed others, holy men included, to hurt them.

No, you would never trade Curtis for any other man.

“Not even at this moment of weakness?” Curtis’ deep, low voice resounded with a soft uncertainty.

You were still mad at him, but you couldn’t help that need to comfort him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, scratching lightly at the back of his head in a caress that always made him shudder and melt into your embrace.

“Why do you think I’m still here, facing you?” You sighed, tilting your head back enough to look Curtis in the eyes.

“I could’ve ripped her to pieces and then fled. Leave you alone in the misery you would have brewed for yourself.” That was what Curtis did at least once every decade - sink into a really low mood and break your heart with how vulnerable and helpless he was at the time.

“But, my dear husband, I love you too fiercely to let you go. The heart that you claim is void of humanity and care is one that made me say yes when you offered me immortality at your side.”

“I feared…” You dropped your gaze down. “I feared you went after her, because you grew bored of me. That I was so easily replaceable.”

Throughout the centuries not once did Curtis stray away, nor did he isolate himself from you. Sometimes, when he was in his depressive mood he’d often space out, sinking into his gloomy thoughts, but even then he was physically nearby. Mindlessly caressing your body as you cuddled him and anchoring himself to you.

This trip across the sea took long, but the time kept stretching and stretching as Curtis worked on all the formalities of buying a mansion and re-settling onto a new soil. Impatient for his return, you decided on visiting him.

It was supposed to be a surprise for him, but turned into a shock for you when you saw that woman’s starstruck gaze as he escorted her to the carriage.

Curtis gripped your chin between his fingers and gently tilted your face up. Sadness in his gaze crumbled way to determination.

“Never.” He vowed. “It’s a burden I have to carry now, knowing that I’ve hurt you.”

“I’ll give you centuries to make it up to me.” You allowed your lips to curve in a small smile, then leaned to press a soft kiss to Curtis’ mouth.

“Most gracious, Beloved.” Curtis smiled against your lips. He let go of your chin, sneaking that hand down your body and gripping your thigh. His other hand was still wrapped around your neck, fingers pressing a tad harder. Just the way you liked.

In a swift move, he hoisted you up. Your legs wrapped around his hips, the snick of ripping fabric making you giggle.

“I’ve yet to welcome you properly to our new mansion.” Curtis purred, licking a broad stroke across your bloodied chin. “You’ve already christened it with blood. Now I want to fill the walls with your sounds of pleasure.”

#witchywithwhiskey #horrormoviehoeathon #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x you #curtis everett x female reader #curtis everett imagine #curtis everett fic #vampire!curtis everett #no such thing as finality

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lovecanbesostrange · 2 years

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another causal affections meme (from the other totally mysterious, but evil anon, yes)

10. Red Beauty

and/or

28. Mulan Rouge

Red Beauty 10. placing their chin on the other’s shoulder

Fall is starting. Leaves are tumbling down, the air is getting colder, the water in the port a bit rougher. Perfect reading conditions! (Well, almost, there is something about rain storms or heavy snow falls and a warm cozy fireplace. But that’s coming soon enough.) Belle doesn’t have to spend much time in front of the shelves of the library. She is making her way through Jane Austen and Northanger Abbey is next.

She settles on a bench in the park. Just some lunch break reading. Except she has forgotten any lunch. And the story sucks her in that time is forgotten soon as well. If right now somebody had the sudden urge to use the library they’d be met with closed doors. Where others would leave disgruntled, to Ruby the closed door is a clue. When others take a lunch break, her work day peaks. With the rush dying down, she can get away and let the others handle the few customers.

She knows Belle is usually diligent with opening hours. Only an emergency can take her away. Or – getting lost in excitement over fictional adventures, because their life is so boring. Sometimes Ruby suspects that Belle reads so much to prepare for any possible new encounter. If Elizabeth Bennet or Mina Harker should show up, Belle would know how to break the ice with them. (There is an on-going debate about vampires being part of their reality sooner or later; Leroy voted for free garlic at Granny’s.)

Ruby sighs and follows her nose to find out which reading spot Belle is holed up at this time. When it’s clear she’s going to the park she makes a quick detour and grabs a cup of hot tea. She can’t stop the smile from forming, when she spots Belle on “her” bench. Yes, book in hand, eyes glued to the text and even a good distance away she can make out Belle mumbling the words along. Must be a good scene right now.

“Incoming”, Ruby says it loud enough so Belle will notice somebody talking even through that scenario occupying her brain, but without startling her. (There may have been an incident with a book dropped on the foot; or thrown at a perceived threat.) Belle’s reaction now is to scoot over to make some room next to her. That smile of Ruby’s grows bigger. It’s just impossible for her to hide her joy.

Ruby takes a peek at the empty waste basket, notices that Belle has no bag and knows she won’t stay long, because she will also have to get a sandwich or something. “You are so good with words, but we need to have another talk about the meaning of lunch break.” She holds out the warm cup as she rounds the bench. “Later, sure” and “thanks” are the only audible responses she gets.

Ruby squats down behind Belle and rests her chin on her shoulder. “Must be a good book.” She speaks slowly and softly, knowing full well about the goosebumps forming all over Belle’s neck because of it. A slight shiver is confirmation. Ruby likes to crawl into Belle’s personal space like this. And she is happy to be allowed. Her eyes dart over the open pages, but she knows by evening Belle will have finished this and she will get the important cliff notes. A re-telling highlighting every part that hooked Belle in, revealing new layers of herself.

Ruby closes her eyes. She can feel the wool of Belle’s jacket on her chin. The material is a bit softer on the shoulder, from rubbing against this spot a couple of times already. Belle’s breathing and a steady heartbeat are the perfect lullaby, even though the crouched position isn’t comfortable at all. She should get up and get that sandwich… oh well, just a minute or two more like this.

Ruby shouldn’t judge Belle for getting lost in a book, when she gets lost in a single moment like this…

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Mulan Rouge 28. pressing their foreheads together

Ruby cursed herself again. What had she been thinking? Why would she make this her mission? Finding other werewolves was an impossible task. And now she had dragged somebody into this foolish errand. And the worst was how Mulan hadn’t complained even once. She kept encouraging Ruby, made optimistic remarks, pushed for following long cold trails, because maybe there was a chance. How could Mulan benefit from any of this? An endless road of small villages, smelly taverns, weird rumors and some tales of maybe-possible-perhaps-monsters. Also Ruby was sure she had fucked up Mulan’s sleep cycle.

For the past two days Ruby had started to drop hints that it would be okay for Mulan to leave. What had sounded like fun - taking somebody else on this quest to find a new path - was turning into running head first into one dead end after the other. But Mulan brushed off any mention of splitting up. Ruby, sitting on a fallen tree, tried to bring it up again as Mulan knelt in front of the almost ready campfire.

“You know those soldiers last week had a poi-” “No!” Mulan snapped the twig in half and turned on her knee to face Ruby. “Enough of this. I am here, because I want to be here.” She leaned forward right into Ruby’s bubble. “Your search is so personal, and I… I…” Her shoulders sank down, the tension left her body. Her voice let go of the anger. “Don’t try to push me away.”

“But-” Mulan held up a finger and Ruby closed her mouth again. Instead of getting back to her task, Mulan slid forward to close the distance. Instead of pulling her hand down, she put it on Ruby’s neck, pulling her in. “We’ll find them. I’ll be here as long as it takes.”

Ruby let go and fell into this weird sort of embrace, putting an arm on her shoulder for balance, her forehead rested against Mulan’s. She needed to absorb this confidence about finishing the journey. And also the belief this was all worthwhile.

There were things Mulan wanted to say, but words were rarely her strong suit. So she opted for repeating her promise. “As long as it takes.”

When wolfstime came a few nights later, Ruby turned to let out her long yearning howl, waiting for any response. They walked all through the night under a cloudless sky, but couldn’t find a trace of any other wolves. Mulan still couldn’t find the words to explain how this display of longing affected her. Ruby sat down, knowing dawn would soon break and with it the transformation. Mulan carried her cloak, but kept it off of her. Giving her ten or so more minutes in this form she tried to find in others.

A whine escaped Ruby’s throat as Mulan stood next to her. “We are closer than we were yesterday.” Without thinking Mulan bowed down and buried her forehead in the fur between Ruby’s ears. “As long as it takes.”

#OUaT #Ruby Lucas #Red Beauty #Mulan Rouge #ah yes feels are being had #I hope this is fluff enough for once - well one part of this at least #in the memetime #$!#a case could be made for Belle trying to put her chin on Ruby's shoulder but where would the stepladder come from? ;)

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superspookyjanelle · 1 year

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shadowofthelamp · 2 years

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the fact that one of twix’s middle names is mina after mina harker from dracula is unexpectedly relevant all of a sudden

(the full name is nebula twix ruby mina membrane- ruby is also for the eyes. dib insisted on several middle names to protect twix from potential curses.)

#twix #aip #iz #iz blogging #shadow says stuff #I did not read dracula before now but I did work on the crew at a performance of it in high school #and I remembered her being cool so

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fandom-fae · 2 years

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✨about me✨

name: pati/melody

pronouns: they/them

my favorite things atm: death note, neverland (specifically the ouat version)

other stuff i like: mystic messenger, spy x family, memes, historical dress making, drawing & painting (visual art in general, both traditional and digital), sculpting (though i don’t rly post about that and i’m very much still a beginner; mostly with polymer clay btw), writing, fandoms in general (and obv especially my fandoms), book binding, black butler, fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood, yuri!!! on ice, re:zero, momo: little devil, encanto, toyko ghoul, bungou stray dogs, the disastrous life of saiki k, die edelstein trilogie/the ruby red trilogy by kerstin gier, dracula daily, my hero academia, the fake movie goncharov (1973), once upon a time, fantasy life, blood fest (2018)

current main blorbos: misa amane, peter pan (ouat), wendy darling (ouat), regina mills, felix (ouat)

other blorbos: sebastian michaelis, grelle sutcliff, light yagami, undertaker, l lawliet, mello/mihael keehl, near/nate river, mina harker, jonathan harker, lucy westenra and all of her suitors, o!ciel phantomhive, katya (goncharov), jane darling, yuelia, noelia, olivia pescado, daemon helbourne, tinkerbell (most versions), killian jones/hook, wendy darling (especially from the book “straight on till morning”), loid forger, yor briar, linda (death note), katsuki bakugou

if you want to get to know me better as a person, look at this pinterest board i made specifically for that purpose

link to my art tag

go check out the death note bracket i’m running over at @death-note-bracket !!! and don’t forget to vote for your faves!!!

ships i like:

death note: lawlight, meronia, nearly mellodramattic, L/light/misa (lawlightmane), remisa, lawmane, fem!yagamane

my hero academia: togachako, bakudeku, meilissa, shigadabi, todoina, erasermic, momojirou, stainmight

dracula: jonmina, mina/lucy, holmward

black butler: sebagni, sebagrelle, undergrell, sebamey

goncharov: gonchrey, katya/sofia

once upon a time: swan queen, captain swan, swanfire, panlix, mulan/aurora, darling pan (but only in certain au’s), mad archer

spy x family: twiyor, maybe damianya? but not as much

other: peter pan/jane darling (return to neverland), kazurei (buddy daddies), darling pan (peter pan & certain adaptations), dax/sam (blood fest)

recent ask memes:

none atm lol

#moi #fandoms

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shinysnotra · 7 years

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thriftszop · 3 years

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Name:

Elisabeth

Nickname:

Lisa

Age:

Dracula, Lizunia

Gender:

female

Height:

Characters/celebs I can relate to:

Salem Saberhagen, Janis Ian, Nancy (The craft), Abby Sciuto, Snape, Evelyn Salt, Maleficent, Morticia and Wednesday Addams, Elvira, Mina Harker (The league of extraordinary gentlemen), Lydia Deetz, Catwoman, April Ludgate, Emily the strange, Olivia Nevrakis, Helena Bonham Carter, Tim Burton, Angelina Jolie, Krysten Ritter, Rihanna, Alfred Hitchcock, cneajna

I am:

an angel, witch, vampire

Animal:

bat, black cat, black panther?

Favorite color:

black, red

Fashion style:

gothic stuff but not all (trad, strega, romantic or tribal), not afraid of short skirts or big decolletage but prefer longer pieces, lace, velvet, leather, maybe a bit transparent, red, black, distressed, demonia/martens/combat boots but also heels, chokers, necklaces, rings, sometimes bracelets, anything that’s sparkle, shiny or contains ruby or black stones, vintage (even victorian), feminine, sexual even

Relationship/orientation/type:

bisexual, some sort of a sexual alter, was crushing on Nat for almost all her life but had romances with many ppl in the inner world (also Trickster)

Voice/laugh/singing:

lekko ukraiński/białoruski akcent, chrypliwy, z przekąsem, przeciąga słowa, mruczący, kuszący, śmieje się jak wiedźma

How I look like:

ma spiczastą grzywkę

has a small round face and big boobs/butt (jest kształtniejsza wg Nata)

eyes - ?

hair color - black

Używa brzydkich słów:

yes

Dysforia:

no but she hates the fact we have short hair

Temperature:

unknown

Odporność na ból:

enjoys some kinds of pain

Balans/spryt/szybkość/siła:

unknown

Don’t touch me guide:

just don’t?

Powers in head space:

red magic, iluzja?

Tryb walki:

Uzależnienia w inner world:

she sometimes drinks (then she falls flat on her face) or smokes but it’s very rare

Jak często frontuję:

vare rarely lately

Music:

gothic mostly, Sopor Aeternus, Gin Wigmore, Radiohead, The black belles, Chelsea Wolfe, CocoRosie and more

Some other info about me:

kręci pupą jak chodzi, ale nie trzyma nóg razem jak Brandon

robi dziubek z ust

brwi się jej rozjeżdżają na boki

wysyła emoji z mrugnięciem i gify z przewalaniem oczami najczęściej (bo często to robi w realu) i te z Rodziny Addamsów

robi pozycje kuszące

mówi MRRRAU

bawi się włosami

używa dużo angielskich słów a nawet czasem coś palnie i w innych

bawi się szeleszczącym papierkiem i potrafi go gryźć

loves Halloween of course, cemeteries, gothic stuff, especially bats, taxidermy

she says she is widowed but never been married

masochistic and sadistic

po head space chodzi z łopatą i zakopuje tych co zostali zabici w ogródku Vinnie

drze koty z Natem wiecznie, podpuszcza go i dogryza mu

interesują ją strzykawki

robiła zdjęcia zdechłym ptakom jak host?

podobna do naszej sąsiadki pani Uli

często gryzie się w język bo gada co jej ślina nań przyniesie

potrafi być wredna i szczera do bólu, albo ma wyjebane albo się wkurzy po prostu

wiecznie tworzyła teorie spiskowe jak jej siostra Amanda i teraz wszyscy to robią

likes her curtains shut during the day and don’t turn on the light at night, likes warmth of the sun but not it’s light

sleep with stuffed bats

might act like a cat

shows teeth at times and hisses at people

notices bugs and birds and spiderwebs, likes to hunt flies

might act like a cat, when drying hair she is doing with her hand like a cat would with a paw while washing itself and can eat meat like an animal

often keeps hands like she’s about to hunt

doesn’t like water on her face

when laughing her lips often start to tremble because she doesn’t like to show she’s laughing?

pretty creative

Umeko from our book was partially based on her

remember to ask her for english words if you forgot!

garbi się jak je?

loves her black wig

if April Ludgate and Ron Swanson had a baby...

hates people, especially kids

plays various instruments in the inner world

ciągle z rana pije coś w head space i twierdzi, że to krew, ale jest czarne/ciemnobrązowe (najpewniej kawa choć w realu nie pijamy)

owns a stuffed animal in head space that looks a lot like this

#lisa

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martyredadvicex · 4 years

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CURRENT MUSES

Cecily Hanover (oc)

The Pack (Brittany Kattalakis, Logan Kattalakis, Patrick Fairley, Benjamin Hunter, Elizabeta Petrovna, Dante O’Conner, Trevor Valois) (oc)

The Dragon Coven (Black Dragon King Kassandros, Queen Cassiopeia Morrigantes, Alektryon Morrigantes, Simba Morrigantes, Chase Devonshire, Charon Rozenburg, Misericrodia, Prince Nikolaj and Princess Nikolne Kristofferson) (oc)

FORMER MUSES

Genesis Kattalakis (oc)

Charlotte Wilkonsen (oc)

William “Willie” Kattalakis (oc)

Angelina Kattalakis (oc)

Winter ‘Heloise’ Kattalakis (oc)

Tarja the Dark Witch (oc)

Kerrghan Steros (oc)

Madeline Valois (oc)

Felicity Gainsbourough (oc)

MUSES I WOULD LIKE TO PLAY ( would like to play one day )

Chloe Bennet (oc vampire)

Stefan Salvatore (tvd-might wanna try it)

Lucy Westerna (Dracula)

Mina Harker (Dracula)

Ruby 1.0 (Supernatural-i actually played her once on xanga)

Jane Eyre (Jane Eyre)

Catherine Moreland (Wuthering Heights)

Yennefer of Vengerberg (The Witcher)

Tagged: Nobody because i stole it

Tagging: anyone who wanna do it

#ooc

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winterxisxcomingx · 3 months

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"I may have something useful." "What is it?" "You mean, you can't hear it~?"

DEMONS (2009) || Suckers (4x01) || Ruby & Mina (and Luke!)

#demons (2009)#demons 2009 #demonsedit #demons 2009 edit #demons 2009 gifs #mina harker #demons 2009 ruby #mina harker & ruby #zoe tapper gifs #zoe tapper #holliday grainger gifs #holliday grainger #my edit #my gifs #gifs #moviegifs #filmgifs #tvedit #gifset

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partywithponies · 7 months

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#F to Ruby who never got a last name #demons (2009)#rupert galvin #mina harker #luke van helsing #ruby (demons)#philip glenister #zoe tapper #holliday grainger

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draculyr-a · 4 years

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wmina‌.

Her chest aches, a songbird collides against her ribcage, desperate to burst through the valley of her breasts and fly away – it’s a sign of cowardice, Mina realizes, and that bothers her the most. She chooses to be cynical around the Count, precisely because she knows he can smell the stench of fear in her blood – perhaps, she reasons, it is what makes it so appetizing to the creature. And yet, Mina Murray has never been a woman to look down at the sight of a man, shift her gaze and nervously glance away – Mina Harker doesn’t intend to do so anytime soon.

Fingernails dig into her palms, tension grows between her shoulderblades – it feels as if her insides are on fire, the craving for feral instincts to take over grows stronger each passing day, tear throat apart ‘till flesh and bone. Tear his throat apart – she wonders if she could, though the creation couldn’t outpower the sire, she can outsmart him.

“ aren’t your weaknesses simply your own animalistic instincts, Count? ” she’s mumbling, eyes remain fixated on him, not once do they falter, despite the tensing of her muscles, the way her chin tilts up to meet his gaze speaks volumes of determination, “ though I’ve seen you are quite the cunning predator. ” voice is ice, through disheveled bangs, she glares at him with darkened eyes – they’re growing inhuman the more time passes, “ you have taken your pleasure in my psychological torment. and here you have my blood and body, in their entirety – but never delude yourself into thinking you would have my mind as well. no man ever could. ”

from across the room did he appear to deposit a glass decanter of old tokay on the table beside her, his looming shadow far taller and as imposing as the spires of what would become HER HOME. so close he was to her now that he could see and watch her lips, which captivated him in ways that he could scarcely understand. not their ruby-drop color, no, or the way the life seemed to drain from them with every passing hour. it was the poison that wept across them in the very utterance of his name. like eve spitting out the apple core, he was the nuisance of proof that would get her removed from the garden of ephemeral life.

“ if i wanted your mind, it would be only too easy. or did you f o r g e t your little trick with the communion wafer ? too bad for you, miss mina, that the true body of his son is LONG ASCENDED... ”

the deadly pallor extending over her face was as attractive to him as the dawn. in that it might ultimately consume him the way his petty need for revenge had. after-all, was not poor mina harker taken in desperation following the death of beloved lucy ? but was not she also a suitable replacement for such an esteemed woman ?

no. even he was not so cruel. no, she was something else entirely. a means of survival. a prisoner within his decrepit property so long as he needed to maintain the status quo. and a suitable bride, true...

the count hummed softly, raising a hand to grasp and grip mina’s dying chin between his thumb, tight enough so that she would need to try to pull away. “ do you know why i have not replaced you under my hold ? why i have allowed you free reign of the interior of this crypt ? ” / ( @wmina continued )

#wmina #☾ ── writing: { ic }#☾ ── v: { listen to them! the children of the night! }#(( :/// ))

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draculalive · 5 years

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Jonathan Harker's Journal

Later: the Morning of 16 May. -- God preserve my sanity, for to this I am reduced. Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past. Whilst I live on here there is but one thing to hope for, that I may not go mad, if, indeed, I be not mad already. If I be sane, then surely it is maddening to think that of all the foul things that lurk in this hateful place the Count is the least dreadful to me; that to him alone I can look for safety, even though this be only whilst I can serve his purpose. Great God! merciful God! Let me be calm, for out of that way lies madness indeed. I begin to get new lights on certain things which have puzzled me. Up to now I never quite knew what Shakespeare meant when he made Hamlet say:---

"My tablets! quick, my tablets! ’Tis meet that I put it down," etc.,

for now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help to soothe me. The Count's mysterious warning frightened me at the time; it frightens me more now when I think of it, for in future he has a fearful hold upon me. I shall fear to doubt what he may say!

When I had written in my diary and had fortunately replaced the book and pen in my pocket I felt sleepy. The Count's warning came into my mind, but I took a pleasure in disobeying it. The sense of sleep was upon me, and with it the obstinacy which sleep brings as outrider. The soft moonlight soothed, and the wide expanse without gave a sense of freedom which refreshed me. I determined not to return to-night to the gloom-haunted rooms, but to sleep here, where, of old, ladies had sat and sung and lived sweet lives whilst their gentle breasts were sad for their menfolk away in the midst of remorseless wars. I drew a great couch out of its place near the corner, so that as I lay, I could look at the lovely view to east and south, and unthinking of and uncaring for the dust, composed myself for sleep. I suppose I must have fallen asleep; I hope so, but I fear, for all that followed was startlingly real -- so real that now sitting here in the broad, full sunlight of the morning, I cannot in the least believe that it was all sleep.

I was not alone. The room was the same, unchanged in any way since I came into it; I could see along the floor, in the brilliant moonlight, my own footsteps marked where I had disturbed the long accumulation of dust. In the moonlight opposite me were three young women, ladies by their dress and manner. I thought at the time that I must be dreaming when I saw them, for, though the moonlight was behind them, they threw no shadow on the floor. They came close to me, and looked at me for some time, and then whispered together. Two were dark, and had high aquiline noses, like the Count, and great dark, piercing eyes that seemed to be almost red when contrasted with the pale yellow moon. The other was fair, as fair as can be, with great wavy masses of golden hair and eyes like pale sapphires. I seemed somehow to know her face, and to know it in connection with some dreamy fear, but I could not recollect at the moment how or where. All three had brilliant white teeth that shone like pearls against the ruby of their voluptuous lips. There was something about them that made me uneasy, some longing and at the same time some deadly fear. I felt in my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips. It is not good to note this down, lest some day it should meet Mina's eyes and cause her pain; but it is the truth. They whispered together, and then they all three laughed -- such a silvery, musical laugh, but as hard as though the sound never could have come through the softness of human lips. It was like the intolerable, tingling sweetness of water-glasses when played on by a cunning hand. The fair girl shook her head coquettishly, and the other two urged her on. One said:---

"Go on! You are first, and we shall follow; yours is the right to begin." The other added:---

"He is young and strong; there are kisses for us all." I lay quiet, looking out under my eyelashes in an agony of delightful anticipation. The fair girl advanced and bent over me till I could feel the movement of her breath upon me. Sweet it was in one sense, honey-sweet, and sent the same tingling through the nerves as her voice, but with a bitter underlying the sweet, a bitter offensiveness, as one smells in blood.

I was afraid to raise my eyelids, but looked out and saw perfectly under the lashes. The girl went on her knees, and bent over me, simply gloating. There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive, and as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal, till I could see in the moonlight the moisture shining on the scarlet lips and on the red tongue as it lapped the white sharp teeth. Lower and lower went her head as the lips went below the range of my mouth and chin and seemed about to fasten on my throat. Then she paused, and I could hear the churning sound of her tongue as it licked her teeth and lips, and could feel the hot breath on my neck. Then the skin of my throat began to tingle as one's flesh does when the hand that is to tickle it approaches nearer -- nearer. I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the super-sensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth, just touching and pausing there. I closed my eyes in a languorous ecstasy and waited -- waited with beating heart.

But at that instant, another sensation swept through me as quick as lightning. I was conscious of the presence of the Count, and of his being as if lapped in a storm of fury. As my eyes opened involuntarily I saw his strong hand grasp the slender neck of the fair woman and with giant's power draw it back, the blue eyes transformed with fury, the white teeth champing with rage, and the fair cheeks blazing red with passion. But the Count! Never did I imagine such wrath and fury, even to the demons of the pit. His eyes were positively blazing. The red light in them was lurid, as if the flames of hell-fire blazed behind them. His face was deathly pale, and the lines of it were hard like drawn wires; the thick eyebrows that met over the nose now seemed like a heaving bar of white-hot metal. With a fierce sweep of his arm, he hurled the woman from him, and then motioned to the others, as though he were beating them back; it was the same imperious gesture that I had seen used to the wolves. In a voice which, though low and almost in a whisper seemed to cut through the air and then ring round the room he said:---

"How dare you touch him, any of you? How dare you cast eyes on him when I had forbidden it? Back, I tell you all! This man belongs to me! Beware how you meddle with him, or you'll have to deal with me." The fair girl, with a laugh of ribald coquetry, turned to answer him:---

"You yourself never loved; you never love!" On this the other women joined, and such a mirthless, hard, soulless laughter rang through the room that it almost made me faint to hear; it seemed like the pleasure of fiends. Then the Count turned, after looking at my face attentively, and said in a soft whisper:---

"Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so? Well, now I promise you that when I am done with him you shall kiss him at your will. Now go! go! I must awaken him, for there is work to be done."

"Are we to have nothing to-night?" said one of them, with a low laugh, as she pointed to the bag which he had thrown upon the floor, and which moved as though there were some living thing within it. For answer he nodded his head. One of the women jumped forward and opened it. If my ears did not deceive me there was a gasp and a low wail, as of a half-smothered child. The women closed round, whilst I was aghast with horror; but as I looked they disappeared, and with them the dreadful bag. There was no door near them, and they could not have passed me without my noticing. They simply seemed to fade into the rays of the moonlight and pass out through the window, for I could see outside the dim, shadowy forms for a moment before they entirely faded away.

Then the horror overcame me, and I sank down unconscious.

#draculaLive

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labime · 5 years

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which are your fav tv series, movies, book (and ships if you have them) and why?

favorite shows: alias, american horror story (season 1-3), big little lies, billions (season 1 only), black mirrors, breaking bad, buffy the vampire slayer, charmed, criminal minds, dexter, doctor who (season 5-7), game of thrones (season 1-7), good girls, gotham (season 1-3), grey’s anatomy (season 1-8), hannibal, how to get away with murder (season 1 only), jessica jones, law & order: special victims unit (season 1-10), medici: master of florence, mindhunter, nikita, once upon a time, peaky blinders (season 1-2), prison break, rome, sense8, sharp objects, sons of anarchy, spartacus, supernatural (season 1-5), taboo, the affair (season 1 only), the borgias, the handmaid’s tale, the musketeers, the tudors, the walking dead, true blood, true detective, victoria (season 1-2), vikings (season 1-4), westworld.

favorite movies: 12 years a slave, anna karenina, batman v superman, black swan, cinderella (2015), crazy stupid love, cruel intentions, dracula (1992), dracula untold (2014), gangster squad, gladiator, gone girl, gone with the wind, harry potter, inception, interview with the vampire (1994), it, la la land, le fabuleux destin d'amélie poulain, lolita (1997), moulin rouge, red eye, scarface, schindler’s list, sinister, star wars: the last jedi, stoker, suffragette, the dark knight, the devil wears prada, the great gatsby, the godfather, the help, the mummy (1999), the shape of water, the shinning, troy, wake up and die, wonder woman (2017), wuthering heights (1939; 1992; 2009).

favorite couples: achilles/briseis, angel/darla, anna karenina/alexei vronsky, ares/aphrodite, beth boland/rio, cassandra of troy/apollo, catherine earnshaw/heathcliff, cesare borgia/lucrezia borgia, charlie stoker/india stoker, count dracula/mina harker, daenerys targaryen/jon snow, gannicus/melitta, helen of troy/paris, jaime lannister/cersei lannister, jessica jones/zebediah killgrave, klaus mikaelson/caroline forbes, lisa reisert/jackson rippner, marya morevna/koschei the deathless, mia/sebastian, olivia pope/fitzgerald grant, rhaegar targaryen/lyanna stark, spike/buffy summers, tom riddle/hermione granger, will graham/hannibal lecter.

favorite books: a song of ice and fire by george r.r. martin, american gods by neil gaiman, anna karenina by leo tolstoy, bone gap by laura ruby, coraline by neil gaiman, deathless by catherynne valente, dracula by bram stoker, forbidden by tabitha suzuma, gone with the wind by margaret mitchell, gone girl by gillian flynn, hunting season by beau taplin, it by stephen king, keturah and lord death by martine leavitt, lolita by vladimir nabokov, notre-dame de paris by victor hugo, practice makes perfect by julie james, sharp objects by gillian flynn, spinning silver by naomi novik, the bloody chamber by angela carter., the farseer trilogy by robin hobb, the girl next door by jack ketchum, the handmaid’s tale by margaret atwood, the husband stitch by carmen maria machado, the iliad by homer, the mists of avalon by marion zimmer bradley, the shining by stephen king, the silver devil by teresa denys, this secret we’re keeping by rebecca done, wuthering heights by emily brontë.

i know it sounds awfully generic but most of the time the movies and shows i prefer are just the ones that grab my interest. character-driven stories are my favorite but if it’s done well plot-filled and action movies/shows can be extremely good too. i also very much appreciate the cinematography, music, and direction, so much that i can watch and enjoy movies only for that. in some cases, like in schindler’s list and la la land the music is so beautiful it can be distracting and yet so carefully chosen it simply immerses me in the scenes.

when it comes to books i enjoy the writing above all. even the most interesting, unique concept will fall short if the writing is contrived and the execution poor. i prefer prose poetry but the themes and messages conveyed in the books are what really captivates me.

the couples i ship are usually relationships that allow me to explore certain dynamics i find intriguing—either because of the writing or the chemistry between the actors/actresses—and that further the general plot or their individual characterization. i tend to to be more intrigued by enemies to lovers and gothic romance but it’s mostly the complexity of the relationships that fascinate me.

#about me #answered #text post

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