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[goddamnmuses]

@savagecuhnt liked for a starter from Wade

"Hey! You!" Wade exclaims, sat on the edge of a rooftop nearby. "You got any tattoos that aren't coloured in!? I have a whole box of crayons up here and time to kill!"

[bloodstainedbible]

continued from x. | @savagecuhnt.

Xavier didn’t chase—he hunted.

His stride was unhurried, deliberate, boots striking the pavement in a steady rhythm as the night swallowed her laughter. It rang through the empty street, breathless and taunting, but she wasn’t as fast as she thought.

He caught her easily.

One arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him with the effortless force of inevitability. Momentum carried them forward, her body colliding with his—soft against solid, warmth meeting the winter’s bite. A sharp inhale, laughter caught halfway between exhilaration and surprise.

He didn’t let go.

The scent of whiskey lingered in the space between them, mingling with something quieter, something unspoken. Her breath fanned against his skin, close enough to feel but not close enough.

Xavier tilted his head, voice low and edged with something unreadable.

“Gotcha.”

The silence stretched, heavy with things neither of them said. Then, slowly, deliberately, he loosened his hold.

“Not as fast as you thought, huh?”

[adsagsona]

A Valentine for Rose @savagecuhnt from Mitchell:

While Mitchell didn't exactly follow all the required holidays, the world around him made sure that he didn't forget. He found the usual gifts way too cheesy though and wasn't sure what to get for a woman like Rose who probably had seen it all.

"Hey babe..." He smiled when they met up outside the hospital where he worked. Wrapping an arm around Rose's waist he kissed her lips. "I have a surprise... you up for it?" He asked before he took her hand. It was still dark, since Mitchell worked until the early hours of the morning.

Walking into the local park, he found a nice spot where he put his backpack on the ground and began to unpack a blanket, some snacks and drinks. "I thought we could watch the stars for a little while."

[halfdent]

ROSALYN 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳 : “ is he dead? ”

The  coin  had  determined  that  this  man  was  guilty  ,  punishable  by  death  .  Before  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  could  snap  '𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄  𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃'  he  hears  a  groan  .  Fuckers  got  a  real  strong  will  to  live  .  They  don't  toss  the  coin  twice  .  He  was  simply  resisting  the  divine  law  of  fate  .

Without  looking  at  the  pathetic  writhing  of  the  man  at  his  feet  he  pulls  the  trigger  again  .  𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌  Then  silence  .

❝   He  is  now  .    ❞   Stepping  over  the  body  Rosalyn  Von  Greyson @savagecuhnt  ,  here  to  spectate  fates  judgement  ,  …  or  she  wanted  something  from  them  .   ❝   You  get  a  𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐀,  chippy  or  are  ya  jus'   stalkin'  us  now  ?  Maybe  yer  were  hopin'  for  an  𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  ?   Maybe  it's  time  to  put  you  in  the  box.   ❞ 

[malumxsubest]

continued from here. @savagecuhnt

[text]: talk about being a vampire... [text]: you've been working quite diligently. and i appreciate that. [text]: a pto is long overdue, dear. you should take them and enjoy yourself. [text]: coming up with ideas for an event at the nightclub and paperwork. such is life as a business owner, i'd suppose.

[heircurse]

﹙ ✦ ﹚ CONTINUED . . . —— @savagecuhnt ! | |         ★

if there's one thing harry knows... it's the finer things in life. and he walks through residences like someone trying to study for an exam —— home is where the heart is, and they can reveal as much about a person than any fucking medical file. his gaze is keenly attuned as soon as she allows him inside the penthouse, and it's nice. ( he's been in nicer, ) but he doesn't bother mentioning that as she takes his hand to lead him through a hall. ONLY LAUGHS AT HER LOOK AND AT THE WAY SHE TUGS ON HIS LIMB WITH AN URGENCY. while blues dart over walls, decor— and he lets her. she doesn't need to tell him she's trouble. because birds of a feather always flock together.

but it's her mention of creeped out that makes his brows raise in curiosity, his attention snapping back over to her. ( it's really not that surprising of a tease. ) if there's another thing harry knows... it's that chicks that look like her always have weird shit up their sleeves. IT'S NOT A COMPLAINT. it's not even an insult. no, he doesn't get creeped out easily. there isn't much that can surprise him —— and something of a snort leaves him. ❛❛ what, got a room full'a taxidermy or somethin'? ❜❜

[razorfst]

@savagecuhnt con't from here

It was far from what he expected, her being more of a killer rather than a beautifully innocent civilian. Then again, he hadn't been entirely honest either with what he did. Sure, he was partially honest but the most important part of what he did had been left out. Why admit he was a mafia boss? Now, however, it seemed that had been the best choice with what he had witnessed. "I don't think you would have." He says, emerald optics shifting from the bag to her. "...So this is what you really do?" Andrei questions with a furrowed brow and a tilt of his head. "And you texting me was still a coincidence?" His own paranoia now seeping in, now wondering if she knew who he was the entire time and he had fallen into some trap. But he showed no anger, no, that wouldn't help him in the moment and especially if she knew nothing and all of this had been just chance.

[wxrldinmyeyes]

Continued from this | @savagecuhnt

Characters Involved: Dominic Angel-Wetherly & Rose Von Greyson

"Perhaps we do. It's not often I meet someone who enjoys giving people pain and torture, whether they deserve it or not. As the saying goes, looks can be deceiving. I don't know much about you . . . yet . . . nor do I know your name but I do know this: You're beautiful and . . . I like it when women are strong, fearless and know how to take care of themselves."

Dominic watched the tattooed woman closely as she tilted her head to the side, showing him her neck. Her skin was clean and, to his surprise, not covered in tattoos like the rest of her body. The sight of it alone was enough to make his fangs ache for her blood and his mind thinking deeply about it flowing through her veins. Right then and there, he knew that the time for resisting his hunger will soon be over. His facial expression remained unchanged as he continued to make eye contact with the dark-haired, tattooed woman, his predatory nature as a vampire . . . well, half of it . . . beginning to show.

"I can see that. How very . . . clever of you to leave your skin bare and uncovered by permanent ink. It seems I have found someone to snack on after all. With or without alcohol, I bet you'll taste absolutely delicious. And as for what I taste like . . . well . . . you're more than welcome to find out."

The Wetherly hybrid smiled, revealing his fangs. With one arm, he wrapped it around her waist and pulled her closer to him, their bodies pressed against each other. Then, he lifted his free hand and used his fingers to gently trace her veins. His movements were slow, smooth and delicate, as if he was painting something on a blank canvas. He leaned his head down until his lips were inches away from her neck, his nose breathing in to her scent. A low, animalistic growl rumbled in his throat. A terrifying sound that will surely leave chills and shivers down her spine.

"I wonder, though. Have you ever offered your pretty neck to other vampires? Or is it just me?"

[goddamnmuses]

۩

Send me ۩ and I’ll reply with lyrics about how my muse feels towards yours Lady Gaga, Bruno Mars - Die With A Smile

"♪If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you. If the party was over and our time on Earth was through, I'd wanna hold you, just for a while and die with a smile. If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you♪"

[bloodstainedbible]

@savagecuhnt said: 🌿🍒 ─ send “🌿🍒” (or "mistletoe") for my muse's reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse  ♡

Xavier glanced up and froze, spotting the mistletoe hanging just above them. His lips twitched, fighting a grin as he looked to Rosalyn. “Ah, of course. The universe couldn’t resist, could it?” he said, his tone light and teasing. “A perfectly placed ambush. Very subtle.”

He tilted his head, studying the little sprig like it held some kind of secret. “You know, I’m not sure if this thing is binding, but I’m starting to feel the pressure.” His hand rose to gesture vaguely at the mistletoe, as though accusing it of conspiring against him.

Xavier shifted, turning to Rosalyn with a smirk that softened into something a little warmer. “So, what’s the ruling here? Do we honor the ancient, sacred tradition, or do we make a daring escape and leave the mistletoe offended?”

He let the moment hang, his eyes glinting with amusement, before adding with mock seriousness, “I’d hate to upset the mistletoe gods. I hear they’re vengeful.”

[myriadxofxmuses]

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What color is your aura?

Ivelina DeLuca

Pearl

abalone, perfume bottles, chandeliers, tulle, balljoint dolls, satin, paint palettes. your essence is pearl: you strive for improvement, and see yourself as the grandest project of all. you cultivate a home in what you do; your signature is unmistakable, perfectly you. you know what's best for others before they're even aware. you are the designer. you are the perfectionist. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of wine, amaranth, ivory, and rose, who also act with purpose. you are also drawn to the honest lavender and periwinkle, who will help you grow and see that you can be true to even your flaws. however, you may struggle to get along with the imaginative personalities of seafoam and coral who don't have a strong purpose.

[ne0ngrav3]

@savagecuhnt asked : ❛  i promise i'm gonna be your worst nightmare.  ❜

viktor doesn’t react right away. doesn’t flinch, doesn’t blink, doesn’t give them the satisfaction of a visible response. he just watches, lets the words settle, lets the weight of them hang between them like something waiting to be tested.

then—slowly, effortlessly—his smirk curls at the edges, subtle, like amusement, like boredom, like they just told him something he’s heard a thousand times before.

❛ you think you’re the first to try? ❜

his voice is low, smooth, not dismissive, just… uninterested. like it’s not even worth a real reaction. his fingers flex absently, slow, like he’s considering something—a thought, a possibility, maybe just the best way to make them choke on their own words.

he tilts his head slightly, gaze dragging over them, measured, calculating, as if already deciding how this ends.

❛ if you want to haunt me— ❜ he leans in, just enough, just close enough for his breath to ghost over their skin, cold, mint-sharp, edged with something darker.

❛ —you’re going to have to try a lot harder than that. ❜

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 . / 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 !

[adsagsona]

She lay beside him in bed, growing restless as he focuses on the sketch he's been working on for over an hour now. She knows not to interrupt, work was important and she knew that all too well, however she was such a selfish thing. She tosses and turns and attempts to busy herself with her phone, mindlessly scrolling through nonsense before she aims the camera to steal a picture of Sihtric. She smiles at it, admiring the concentration he has while passionately losing himself in his art. It was something that had attracted her in the first place. His love for art.

It's not long before she decides to finally steal him away for herself, doing so with a toss of a pillow. She flashes him a toothy grin, pleased that it had worked in her favor. "perhaps." she crawls towards him, placing herself in his lap. "I got ya to put the drawing away, so I'd say it's worth it." she reaches up to playfully tap the tip of his nose, "I can't help it. I've grown bored."

@savagecuhnt

“Hm… if throwing a pillow is going to be your way of getting my attention, I don’t know how much longer I’m going to like you.” Sihtric joked as he wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her closer. “I think it’s cute that you get bored without me.” He murmured at the small tap to his nose. Dark eyes looked over Rose and admired her for the umpteenth time, counting himself lucky that she waited until she grew bored just to spend some time with him. “Well… you’ve got my full attention now. No more work tonight, I promise.” It happened more often than not that Sihtric worked until the small hours of the morning since he got his inspiration then. Rose didn’t seem to mind that either, being a night owl herself. “Unless… maybe I get to draw you.” He grinned.

[micahsawyer]

@savagecuhnt, continued from here.

micah's halfway to making a snide remark about sex when he suddenly feels weightless, like gravity has ceased to exist, and then his body crashes into the wall, stealing him of the breath in his lungs. it happens so quickly he barely registers the pain in his skull like he'd hit his head. if this is a sex thing, micah thinks, what a sick way to get a concussion. his head tilts like his body knows she aims to lick her way over the side of his neck, sending a shiver through him, and he finds that he can't move but his head and his fingers. for a second all he can think about is how odd it feels to be vulnerable. being at someone else's mercy. and how his body seems to be buzzing with that dark, dangerous kind of high that only something inhuman could evoke within him. and then rosalyn is pawing at the switchblade in his jeans, cracking jokes in that enchanting voice of hers. his lips twitch slowly into a grin as if he'd only been waiting for her to catch him and her visible excitement easily spurs him on. "if you're asking if i brought it to carve you up a little, the answer's yes." to be fair, micah was going to ask first… but he'd only decided that after dinner. "i think you'd look real hot covered in blood, baby. is it gonna be mine instead?"

[therelentless]

{ @savagecuhnt ;; sc.

"I think I summoned something..." What exactly? he wasn't sure. "You know in horror movies they're always like 'Don't read the latin'... well, I thought it would be a fun game. An interesting little challenge. Yeah... I don't know what I did, but I have a feeling there's something following me."

[conduitandconjurer]

“Are you gonna sit and relax or be weird about it the entire time”

"Bold of you to think being weird isn't my natural state," the Séance drawls, feigning a haughty air that's destroyed entirely by a snort. "But I mean. You gotta admit. We have matching lingerie and didn't coordinate? I feel far too seen. Plus, I mean, damn. Getcher own look. Bitch."