She Does Not Take His Threats Lightly, Browns Flickering With Something Lethal As He Dares Challenge

Brows furrow at his obvious attempt at deflection, a sort of feigned concern - though she is concerned at the way he had shut her out. It had left a sting that the Mexican queen didn't want to admit felt a little bit too much like rejection. Something she wasn't all too familiar with. He had been her faithful servant, yes, but he had also been something else none of his successors had managed to live up to. The power they shared together unrivalled, how did he not still crave it? She was there to make sure he remembered what he was missing.

As she closes in, Maria reaches a slender hand toward his, inspecting the vice between his fingers as she pulls it closer. "Married life stressing you out?" Lifting his hand closer, she places her own crimson lips around the cigarette, exhaling the smoke toward her escaped soldiers handsome face. Her latest kill is sure to still linger on her breath. They had always loved to share a kill.

A sharp nail traces his defined jaw. If she dug hard enough she was sure she'd find all the marks she'd left on him there just under the surface. That he wouldn't forget who he belonged to. "You know I should really kill you for betraying me like you did." A playful smirk as her finger lures him closer. She won't, of course. Not yet. Not there, she wasn't foolish enough to try and take Jasper Whitlock in combat alone. "But I'm going to give you a second chance to come home."

@prairieghcsts

The major merely arched an unimpressed brow in her direction as she spoke. Though he was mentally reeling at the sight of his sire in Denali, Jasper wasn’t about to give her the sort of reception she was doubtlessly looking for. He was no longer her loyal attack dog, following at her heels and bending to her every whim. He didn’t have to answer her unless he chose to. And yet, he couldn’t resist. Even knowing Alice was in the house some distance away, Maria was still as magnetic as ever.

“Bit far from Mexico, aren’t you, cariño?” He finally asked without giving her other questions any response, the endearment sounding almost sarcastic on his tongue as he idly flicked ash off the end of the cigarette that had brought him out in the snow to begin with.

they come to drink they come to dance to sacrifice a HUMAN HEART

RULES | MUSES | STARTERS

not to complain about being an australian mun again but sometimes with timezones it really starts to feel like I’m just kicking rocks and my muse’s are being like that “c’mon, do something” meme constantly 😭 basically a roundabout way of saying if you see this pls like this if I can come into your DM’s and plot or it’s okay to send you memes because my girls are getting antsy for me to write things. I am open to lots, despite my girls being “twilight based” they are extremely canon divergent even down to the vampire lore which I have frankensteined together from various vampire media and it is nothing like smeyer’s sparkly mormon freaks, so very open to interacting with other media’s vampries and plotting out verses or situations for them

ANSWERED ASK - SERENA

@vervainlacedveins asked: There is one thing about being a vampire that I must fear above all else, and that is loneliness. (Serena)

Loneliness. The word evokes a feeling in the pit of the hybrids stomach similar to if she'd ingested bad blood. Something rattling about in there, crying out, distant yet uncomfortably close all at once. A familiar friend standing in her periphery who she didn't want to look at. It was all she'd ever known.

Though her father had taught her to not dwell on such trivial emotions. Companions were only needed for those still play pretending humanity. "It is not so lonely." She purses her lips, restraining her features from betraying her. "There are other immortals to share in the experience with." Her and her siblings were hardly close but they were the only other ones to have gone through what she had. Though, even then, it was hardly comparative. None of them had to witness how hybrids like them came into this world, none of them had been their father's first experiment. His prototype, pulled apart to see how their kind could come back together again. None of them had to raise themselves. The only one who had been through her with it all was that familiar friend. Loneliness.

They are not gonna follow us, they are gonna follow their queen. I’m not their queen.

they come to drink they come to dance to sacrifice a HUMAN HEART

RULES | MUSES | STARTERS

"It's funny, I'm more wounded than I imagined I would be that he has sent one of his bloodhounds to finish me off rather than carrying out the task himself." Didyme sighs almost as if to herself, but she has sensed the other vampire in the room behind her as she finishes off a stich in the coat at her lap. There seemed to be an overabundance of garments in the world today, though she found it calming to make her own as she often had in the old world. The one before her brother had committed the ultimate act of betrayal that had placed her in the ground for millennia only to come gasping dirt and blood into this strange, changed world.

Though she has been attempting to keep a low profile, she suspected it was only a matter of time before her awakening got back to Aro. She had been tracking his coven from a distance as carefully as she could, planning her next move. But her eldest brother had spent longer here, and expanded his empire to the point of being near untouchable. "I suspect he has also told you not to believe a word I say." A sad, yet determined look is shot the strangers way. She'd always had a way with others that her brother hadn't. Perhaps she could still spin this in her favour. "Tell me, what do you believe?"

@ruerot (for demetri from didyme hehe)

okay so I fear this happens every time I try to come back here (feel like I'm hangin around kicking rocks and not able to get any threads going properly) but this time I'm determined to let it stick. pls like this for a starter call and SPECIFY MUSE !

Including me.

The Haunting of Bly Manor episode 1: The Great Good Place

guys you don't understand how funny it is that didyme would have no concept that it's been 3000 years she's been asleep for. someone tells her the year is 2024 and she's like okay??? what does that mean ??? 2024 from when??? she was born in BC times. someone tells her the years count from after some guy called jesus was born she'll be like "that doesn't mean anything to me"