#underwcrldbound

[wolfmyth]

“ i died that day. ” (Juliet & Geralt)

which death?the one of the body or the one of the heart?  the two were not necessarily mutually exclusive.  and the former was often easier than the latter.  death of the body happened once. ( at least for most people… )death of the heart was living a million small deaths.shattering the soul, leaving it in shards.  each one cutting and fierce.  causing scars unseen.  aching and forever bleeding, easy wounds to reopen.

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“mmh.”

he’s not one for soothing sentiment.  far too brusque.  too brutal in the ways of words to be able to offer a placation.  not that he wouldn’t like to offer some manner of reassurance.  he would.  he’s just not very good at anything other than abrasive truths at the best of times.

“and yet, you go on.  that speaks more about your capacity to live than it does to die.”

[labyrinthed]

who: merlin & vlad ( @underwcrldbound​ ) when: timestamp 001.  where: merlin’s home, blightbird. 

things are busy where they weren’t previously. and that in itself is something that irks him. the easiest thing in the world is to create a kind of precision when it comes to a schedule. a routine. you do certain actions to ward off certain things, like boredom or too much quiet. merlin has spent years perfecting his routines, and building them in such ways that they’re elastic. they can work with just about anything. except, well — this. he spent more than enough time wandering and the whole point was to settle, and now he feels unmoored. old friends. old enemies, as rarely as he commits to enemies any more. enemies were for back in the era of chivalry and knights and myth that he managed to outlast, and now things are ever so more complicated, even when he would prefer them to be anything but.

the future is something he could look into, if he wanted, but things are too murky. it would be like peering into the depths of a clouded pool and trying to see the bottom from the surface. pointless. a waste of time.

one of the cats winds between his legs, meowing, and merlin mutters a reprisal under his breath, no real fire behind it. “alright,” he says mildly. “i assume you want something. neither of us are the type to catch up, i’d say, and if you’re going to ask what’s going to happen then — well, i’m not a magic-8 ball. the best answer you’ll get from me is that the answer’s unclear, wait and see.”

a pause. the oven clicks on. “unless you are here for pleasantries. color me surprised and a very poor fortune teller after all.”

[lowgloried]

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 & 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 (✦ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 )

She had the scent of the shadow graced girl in her nose as she’d fallen asleep, sharing the giant bed in her apartment during the curfew. Alice is so tiny she could easily share a mere double bed, but with a husband as large as Jasper she’d always preferred something big, something regal. But Bella needed her right now and she would not deny her friend the comfort of a body nearby, she would not deny her brother a sense of security that Bella was safe with her. She’s drawn awake by a warm hand on her own and she blinks, thick lashes fluttering against her cheeks, before she looks up at her friend. “What is it?” she asks, voice echoey, delayed, all around her rather than coming from her throat. “Is something wrong?”

[lottabank]

╰ °✧｡ / @underwcrldbound sent [ rooftop ] for lottie to offer her home as shelter for juliet tresor night club / 3:18 AM / tallin status: closed for @underwcrldbound season one

it was safe to say that evelyn was probably as fucked up or near to as a vampire could get , high on a drug addicts blood and several blood cocktails in. the attacks on mages had her on edge , she was used to being the killer and the fact that there was someone else lurking in the shadows killing supes without a trace. it was really the not knowing that was stressing the red headed vampire out so much.

lottie lifted dark eyes to land on the beautiful girl that had just approached the bar to order something , blinking away tears she decided to speak up , “ excuse me ? “ a dainty hiccup passed red lips and if she could blush she would’ve , “ sorry , i was wondering if you had a safe place to stay ? “ she bit down on her bottom lip and dropped her gaze to the blood stained glass she was gripping , “ not to be a square , i just know things are getting way more serious than i think anyone expected. my place isn’t much , but it’s inconspicuous maybe and safer if there’s two of us. “ 

the vampire had lived on her own without much of anyone for quite some time , but everything going on lately had her actually afraid. it didn’t help that she lived in a pretty shady place as it was , maybe the offer was more for her own good than the other vampire’s well being. 

[whtisholy]

Dracula.

Sitting in the corner booth of completely barren diner, the long looks the lone server kept giving her weren’t lost on the woman as he wiped down the bar top for the third time in the last ten minutes. Mina was still struggling with the severe time change, thus the woman had no plans to get up and leave before the clock struck three, the advertised closing time on the door. There was well over an hour to go. When Mina lifted the mug to her lips once again however, only to find herself sipping on air the idea of staying longer began to dissipate. Her mug having been filled with more blood than tea that she’d been refilling all evening, a quick check of her flask confirmed she was indeed out.

The vampire had practiced incredible self control for many decades now, but for all her pride of the fact, even she wasn’t immune to the pull of the blood moon. She’d been getting by on sipping on her blood bags in moderation at the apartment she was staying at, the flask had felt like an equally adequate solution when she couldn’t stand being cooped up behind closed doors a second longer. As the minutes ticked away her focus began straying from the computer screen, acutely aware of the exact proximity of the young man wandering about the small space. Her pride kept her from leaving that very moment, pushing herself until she could no longer fight it. At which point she gathered her things, rushing out of there without a single word just a sufficient tip left on the table.

Leaving did not little qualm her bloodlust all that much, her pace was almost frenzied on the cobblestone path. So distracted she’d walked perhaps half a mile in the wrong direction before she headed back. Glad that the lights were closed when she passed the diner once again, but not abandoned entirely. The sound of rustling from the alleyway just past the curb making that fact known. Her steps carried outside of her of volition until she saw him there. “You’re back.” he began shoving his hands in his pockets the veins of his forearms bulging, a slow loop-sided grin made it’s way to his lips, though she barely even deciphered it. He continued speaking but the words were lost on her, and he only came closer. The urge to just...it would take but a second, her mind conjured the image so vividly as if it were really happening.

The young man was standing right in front of her suddenly waving a hand in her face to get her attention, and draw her attention he did. It took little effort to take him further into the alleyway and have him pinned against the brick wall, fangs protruding while his panic was lost on her entirely. She was just about to draw blood, but his trashing grew violent and finally in one last desperate attempt to free himself he head butted her with all his might. While it didn’t hurt her entirely it did give her pause, she shook her head blinking rapidly the haze of bloodlust lifting for perhaps a moment, enough for her to release him. “R-run.” Was all she could manage as her bit into her own plump lip drawing blood. Raising her hands to her temples, dragging them up to her hair pushing it out of her face as she sunk back against the wall, eyes shut completely as she struggled with herself to find some semblance of sanity. 

Her heart beat violently in her chest her whole body shaking from the effort to not hunt down the man to finish what she’d started. When her eyes opened again moments later, she was met with the sight of perhaps the one being who could even temper her bloodlust for but a moment. Her face frozen in the look of shock at the sight of the man at the heart of the darkest chapters of her prolonged life.

@underwcrldbound

[underwcrldbound]

goreamour‌:

✴ ( dante + serena ) @underwcrldbound​ ( season two / episode two )

the friendship between the two was both, at times, odd and surprisingly aligned. the young love mage offer a smirk at the demon who sat across the table. her eyes draw back to the various baked goods she had managed to whip up in the late evening.  ❛   so  ———  ❜  

the pink palace was always silent at these times of night. hera had returned to the club and hebe would probably best be found working brutal hours. however, the noctis had prevented either women from working which brought serena to her own cozy apartment located in the left wing. 

she had never managed to invite dante to her …dorm? apartment? it was rather odd calling it a wing. gently placing the tray of goods into the fridge she places her hands on her hips.   ❛   y’know i can handle these noctis people. i’m sure you got other things to do.  ❜  

Dante had made sure to cancel all other plans for the night. Ever since the arrival of noctis he’d completely focused on working for the high council or taking care of more... supernatural things than producing porn or escorting the rich and naughty. Not that he didn’t like their expensive taste and even better... taste -- right now, right here, he cared about Serena, more than anything else. 

“Aren’t you precious?” he glanced towards the baked good, then back at her “Not here to protect you, really. I’m just here to spend some quality time with you.” Dante leaned in closer, the corner of his lips twitching almost as if he suppressed a grin “You are not like the others, I can sense it. There’s no need for me to step in. You got it all handled.”

[wolfmyth]

“ you’ve been mostly-dead all day. ” (Elena & Klaus)

[tw: alcohol, tw: drug useage mention]

“it’s called a hangover, darling.”

or a comedown.  or an unhealthy slice of both.with the dead unsettled the shrieking in his mind had been somewhat incessant enough at one point to cause him to utter a scream of his own - grabbing with trembling hands at the last thread of his sanity.  and - while he should probably be ‘on his guard’ or whatever it was that people did when murderers and kidnappers and whatever else were prowling the streets – klaus had foregone that caution in favour of becoming absolutely numb from the toes up.

“and this, atypically, is referred to as ‘hair of the dog’.”  

raising a glass with some manner of amber liquid… possibly brandy this time…

“sobriety is vastly overrated.”

“besides, i’m pretty sure most of the people around here at the moment are far more dead than i am.  in a very literal sense.”

[wolfmyth]

verrier: do you find yourself disobeying or obeying most authority?

“define ‘authority’.”

this is why he does not get along well with authority figures.throughout his life he has paid respect to kings and queens, but only by rote of that respect being - e a r n e d.he has also paid respect to commoners for the very same reason.

however - authority is not the same as respect.authority comes in many different flavours.

            people who thought they were somehow ‘greater’ or ‘better’ by            rote of birth or position or amassed wealth or – some other bullshit reason.            this is the authority that fades into the background.  the more they            raise their voices and ‘demand’ - the less he hears them.  false power.             no respect.

which is not the same authority as

            the seasoned army captain, barking orders at his men, not to belittle or                        oppress.  not for any reason other than what he had to say might just             save their fucking lives.  so they listen, they heed, they act on his words.            they celebrate his name, battle weary but - a l i v e.  because of THAT kind             of authority.  earned.  true respect.

so for the most part - nah.  he can’t be bothered with the bullshit fuckery of people who claim to have ‘authority’.  it’s not ‘disobedience’ if he doesn’t acknowledge it in the first place. 

he can be bothered with anyone who earns his respect.

[lottabank]

[ rooftop ] for your muse to offer their home as shelter for my muse. (Juliet & Lottie)

answered.

[whtisholy]

“No one will ever love you the way I do.” (Vlad to Mina)

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“I don’t doubt that. Your love is not only possessive, but destructively so. Look at where it’s brought me to? It begs the question if you even know how to love at all. And I am glad that no one else can ever love me the way you do.”     //     @underwcrldbound