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unpossession · 2 months
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Willow has probably made some kind of mistake coming to @ohfiendangelical, but she didn't want to go anywhere else. There are other people that would gladly bend over backwards on an impossible task to comfort her when Zero rarely gives way to her moods, yet she finds herself here anyway, shivering on his doorstep, barely holding herself together as she knocks on his door.
She can only hope he adores her enough to humour her, just this once. Pretty please. Willow hugs herself tight as he answers the door.
"Do you have a minute for me?" She asks, trying not to cry. Trying so hard.
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winterbeheaded · 2 months
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@ohfiendangelical
after crying for hours , face pink and puffy , she stares at her phone as more and more comments roll in . her heart hurts , she feels so wrong within her body - a body she's fought to love her entire life , now available to anyone and everyone . it's too much and the fact she's been unable to reach zero all morning isn't helping . she had come over to his empty home , crawled in his bed and decided to just wait for him to walk in the door .
once she finally does hear activity at the door , both relief and dread fill her to the brim . she props herself up on her elbow , time slows , and as she takes a deep breath , she sees the door open . ❛ you didn't answer th-th-the phone . ❜
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vitalphenomena · 2 months
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@ohfiendangelical
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"ARE YOU STUPID? Or are you fucking stupid."
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bludrite · 2 months
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He’s being led here against his will by one Emma Germanicus, knowing full well where she’s leading him but powerless to stop it. He’s new to this scene, kind of, but he knows one thing for sure: you Do Not Upset Emma Germanicus. She looks sweet, small, inviting… But one look in those gorgeous green eyes and you know - she’s a shark. They’re all scared to say no to her here, under her roof, under her scrutiny, and Hugo isn’t scared exactly, but he figures he’d better not rock the boat. Even if he really doesn’t care to talk to @ohfiendangelical at all.
“There you are, baby!” Emma coos. There’s really no escape now. He’s been hand delivered to Zero - who, frankly, is quite boring in theory. He was having more fun with the slightly incestuous feeling twin screenwriters he’d been talking to before. “Look who I’ve brought with me.“
Hugo waves, polite, puffing a cigarette through the corner of his mouth.
“Yo.”
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wickdcreatures · 1 month
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[ TO : starboy adonis ( @ohfiendangelical )         ✉️          salem is typing . . . ]
[ txt ]     hey so super flattered that you want me to model for you and everything  [ txt ]     but full discretion i uh [ txt ]     my face got kinda fucked up [ txt ]     and idk if thatd fit your whole vibe so  [ txt ]     idk just putting it out there
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6hostful · 2 months
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          IF THERE IS A PARTY TO ATTEND, Teagan will know about it — not that she is much of a partier herself. She isn’t a total square … she just prefers the company of a small group, intimate and, most importantly, safe. Easily navigable. These parties she is dragged to by her bandmates, however, always push her far out of her comfort zone. 
But this one, Lord in heaven above, put all of the others to shame. This party was the party to end all parties — bacchanalian, hedonistic… and fucking sick. Neon lights, bassy music — her cup never ran dry if that’s what she wanted. It was too easy to get swept up in it all. 
          ❝ i know somewhere quiet. somewhere intimate. somewhere we can…indulge in each other. ❞          @ohfiendangelical purrs like a cat as he slithers his way from the crowd, pulling her back from her blissful drunkenness. Now, she is all too aware of the eyes on her. 
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          “ C’mon, not even gonna try to butter me up? What’s a girl gotta do to get some foreplay these days? ”
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petitsdieu · 1 year
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CONTINUED ft. @ohfiendangelical
      “No, it isn’t still in. Listen — you don’t understand. Don’t take me to a hospital. No hospital. This is, uh, I’m — I’m a special — a special case. It won’t help. It won’t help.”          He shakes his head rapidly, feeling panic starting to set in. He shouldn’t have come here. He should have stayed hidden in the back alleys, slowly lurching his way home through the shadows. He should have called somebody who knows what he is, knows how to heal him. Instead he’s here with her, and she doesn’t understand, and things are complicated, so complicated. He can’t go to a hospital. His coherence begins to wane:          “It was silver. That’s why it’s so bad.”  He rubs his eyes with a bloody hand and looks down at the wound. The bleeding has slowed since the initial stabbing, but it still seeps outward, staining his body and the bedding. He’s freezing; he feels tired. He doesn’t want to deal with this — he just wants to lie down and go to sleep. But he can’t. Not safely, anyway. What else can he do but tell the truth?          “I’m not crazy — I’m not crazy, okay? I need blood. To drink.”
The pulse of her own panic only increases with each passing moment. Her bottom lip trembles as she witnesses what looks like a dying man. She's seen a lot of things in her lifetime but this is too much. She doesn't think she was the right person to help him. But he's here, she's here, and it is what it is.
"I'm trying to understand..." He was right, she certainly didn't get it. She tried to relate and thought she did for a moment, but he's curved in a different direction than she expected. "Okay— you're not crazy." She feels like the crazy one. There's no real reason she should believe some of the things he's saying but he doesn't seem like he's lying either. Her knees fold as she gets on the bed with him, thumbing up his shirt to look at the wound. "Fuck...", she mumbles under her breath.
"I believe you. I do. Do you... how do I help you? Do you need my blood?" She can't believe the words coming out of her mouth or the train of thought to try and rationalize this. She figures that if this doesn't help and he's just delirious from blood loss, she'll help him her way.
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mortau · 2 months
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@ohfiendangelical replied to your post “Stares at the dash in married five times.”:
me next
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Shelby or Zero?
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rosewiltd · 8 months
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@ohfiendangelical said : “all you have to bring is your love of everything." | ( married in mount airy starters / accepting !! )
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𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐂��. It is the only explanation Corinne can think of as to why she continues to indulge Zero. She keeps him on the fringes of her life, of course; but still, he's there. Existing like a phantom limb. She aches just as fiercely when he isn't there, but admitting that feels like some kind of surrender she is not prepared yet for. If she gives up, if she lets his darkness seep into the cracks of her waning will, she will no longer be herself; just a distorted reflection, a perverse mockery.
Nevertheless, she yearns. For Zero. For his false promises. For things that only he can provide.
Corinne tucks a dark tendril behind her ear, weighing the timbre of his voice; the offer a sweet seduction. Accompanying Zero anywhere should send off a multitude of alarm bells, but instead it feeds into a dangerous curiosity that's been brewing for some time. He overindulges in everything. His very existence belies obscene excess. He invites her in with his gluttony.
All you have to bring is your love of everything, he says. As if it's that easy.
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❝ — Why me? I could think of at least ten other people more suited to accompany you. ❞ Not the least of them being his husband.
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faebold · 1 month
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THIS SOUL WAS A PARTICULARLY GRUESOME ONE TO COLLECT.     He doesn’t know how long exactly he has been tasked with collecting souls but it never gets easier to see the dead in such a state. Frightened, cold, broken and bleeding. They welcomed him with open arms and he took what he needed. A job well done. 
But he was careless — the brutality so distracting that he forgot about himself – forgot to cast a glamor. He stands just in time for @ohfiendangelical’s shadow to darken the doorway. He can feel the energy radiating off of him — he doesn’t need to look to know what he is. 
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          “ This is a genuine question — do you need to be so brutal? Is it a requirement so that you can feel fully satisfied? Must you play with your food? ”
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skullfck · 1 year
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@unpossession​ SAID:   [ GRIEF ] for one muse to watch the other get hurt/killed. idk ! idk !    ✠   MEME:  dark & thrilling prompts   ✠   send a MESSAGE?
He recognizes the girl in the window. She’s half-dressed, wrapped up in the fine fabric of the curtains, and Zero’s hands are all over her. Hawk can’t tell if he’s witnessing a tryst or an attack, so he stands frozen in the driveway, stolen goods in hand, staring up at the scene.
Willow is flipped around to face outward, body pressed up against the glass. Blood seeps from her neck; her eyes are filled with tears. Her strange gaze is faraway and unseeing, as though she’s dead or dreaming — until her eyes drift downward, locking with her voyeur’s. Startled recognition floods her face and something shifts, the moment turning on its axis: as if only just now realizing what’s happening to her, she abruptly turns and pushes Zero off, fleeing from the window with panicked urgency.
Zero turns and chases her.
Hawk drops his contraband and runs to the nearest door, kicking it open and hurling himself inside just in time to see Willow descending the stairs. She pauses, staring at him with wide, owlish eyes, then looks back over her shoulder and starts as she sees Zero come upon her. She goes to run, but is swept into the monster’s arms; he tears the ribbon from her throat and sinks his teeth into the exposed flesh. Willow shrieks and sobs, flailing her arms wildly in an attempt to reach the discarded ribbon, which lays in a pile on the floor.
         “Get the fuck off her!”          Before he can think better of it, Hawk’s eyes flood with black and he runs to her defense, throwing the first punch in a brutal, bloody fight.
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unpossession · 2 months
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“you’re still scared.” - @ohfiendangelical
Earlier today she had been thinking about how easy the first time was, but here faced with the prospect of another hunt Willow is having… A somewhat expected reaction. Her leg bouncing ever so slightly, her fingers tapping against the side of her glass to a tune playing out in her mind, she looks slightly vacant. Nervous. Like they’re already guilty of a crime.
“Not of… Not of what you think,” She says, hating to disappoint him. “I’m just nervous. I don’t know how to pick.”
The room is pretty crowded, the music isn’t really to her tastes, the drinks are too weak. She’s too sober to go chasing after the girls that look like her and too anxious to talk to the dreamy blonds dancing in groups to themselves. She shifts in her barstool and leans in a little closer to Zero. She wants to be soothed. She wants to be fed.
“When did you first decide you wanted to bite me?”
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winterbeheaded · 6 months
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webweaving. zero & riley. ✩‧₊˚ @ohfiendangelical
violette leduc / buffy the vampire slayer / the great / euphoria / normal people / death and the maiden
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vitalphenomena · 7 months
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@ohfiendangelical asked: can we please just open mouth kiss and make up?
It almost works, is the thing.
Because she would love to open mouth kiss Zero and make up. She would love to fall into the arms of the only person who cares less about other people than she does herself. It would be so easy! It would be so freeing. And his mouth would be so, so nice —
— FOCUS! She has to focus. He looks hot as fuck — wait, no — he looks — god, he looks hot as fuck tonight. And instead of letting that turn her on, she, somehow, uses it to fuel her righteous indignation even further.
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"Are you serious right now? I'm mad at you. Mad at you. I don't want to — who says it like that? What the fuck are you on, right now?"
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recovened · 8 months
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The chatter in the bar has dulled to a low murmur, warm bodies no longer surrounding her but instead the ghosts of their memories left behind. She can see her future swimming in the remnants of whiskey and ice in her glass, reading it like tea leaves. Empty. Shallow. Alone. Walls that usually bring her comfort now feeling like prison walls, smiling faces of her best kept secret bar tending friends becoming wardens. A captive to her own vices. Drowning her memories in alcohol, hoping they never learn how to swim.
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How foolish she would be to think that tucking herself away in the corner would make her invisible. She doesn't raise a muscle when @ohfiendangelical makes himself a seat at her table. She doesn't even have the energy to cast him a full look, only stare, glassy-eyed, through him. Lipstick smudged lips part with a sigh, and she mutters uninspiringly: ❛ Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world... ❜
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wickdcreatures · 2 months
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          From the outside, she seemed at least semi-functional. She’s been going to the studio, going out with friends when invited, stopping by her favorite stories and overspending — all things considered, normal Heather behavior. What’s missing is spark — heart — anything that makes her actions her own. She’s on autopilot, doing things that people ask as though letting them take the wheel. Her friends, her bosses, everyone else gets to tell her how to dress, how to act, what to eat and what to do and she follows, no questions asked. It’s easier that way. That way she doesn’t have to think.
At least at first, from the outside she seemed semi-functional. But the longer she pushes her heartache down the more the cracks begin to show. She doesn’t eat unless she’s reminded, she only brushes her hair once someone points out how messy it is. She only visits @ohfiendangelical when he starts blowing up her phone asking where the hell she’s been. She’s haggard, gaunt, and disheveled, and if she allowed herself to feel anything at all her chest would be aching unbearably. 
          “ I’m sorry baby, I’ve been neglecting you — ”          she says as she walks through the door, pulling off her heels and leaving them lazily thrown amongst Felix’s perfectly lined up shoe rack. She gives Simba a few quick scratches as she walks further inside,          “ I’ve been really forgetful lately. You can totally be pissed but come kiss me first. ”
Her smile is hollow. 
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