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❛ The reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time. ❜ @nathaniel

the hand in the middle of raising a glass to his lips paused as he sent the other a mildly intrigued glance.  ❛  have you been reading william faulkner novels lately ?  ❜  nathaniel had read almost every single book in the world, learned every language, studied every culture. there was hardly ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ that slipped past him these days. however, he didn’t quite agree with the surface meaning of the chosen quote at all. one of his station ( && personally ) wouldn’t be expected to.  ❛  the reason for ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ is to live. sex, alcohol, money. the iphone. why else do you think ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ exists. it’s free eternal life for everyone.  ❜

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❛ Haven’t you heard? I have no soul. I’ll just kill ‘em all. ❜ ( Stephan to whichever of your babies that you feel like using for this meme ;) )

❛  sʜᴏᴡ me.-  ❜  the spark in remona’s eyes resembled that of a child’s on christmas morning. finally a vampire that ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇᴅ their true nature. she was starting to give up on their self-proclaimed superior kind all together, but perhaps what this one had in store would be enough to sway her mind.  ❛  and make it hurt.  ❜

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i’ve been feeling a lil under the weather, something’s been going around so most of my replies will probably come tomorrow, but i’ll be lurking if we haven’t plotted yet & you’d want to ! 

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rpmemesfam‌:

nsfw   and   triggering   themes   and   mentions   may   be   present,   such   as   blood,   gore,   murder,   death,  religion.

❛ It’s too hot. My frickin’ vagina’s sweating. ❜

❛ You girls need to learn to fight. When witches don’t fight, we burn. ❜

❛ Don’t make me drop a house on you. ❜

❛ Everyone here is a witch. I’m so sorry. Please don’t send us to jail. ❜

❛ Is this where we all sing Kum-Bah-Yah? ❜

❛ Did we just marry the Devil? Because I’m not down with that. ❜

❛ Eternal life and all you can do with it is stuff your face and cry. ❜

❛ You’re the bitch that blindsided me with that candlestick. ❜

❛ I may be a maid, but there are limits to my servitude. ❜

❛ There’s nothing I hate more than a racist. ❜

❛ You know that’s all a crock of shit, right? ❜

❛ She done messed with the wrong witch, and she knows it. ❜

❛ This coven doesn’t need a new supreme, it needs a new rug. ❜

❛ I’m going to let the whole world in and get a good look at me. ❜

❛ You didn’t throw that acid but you might as well have. ❜

❛ They got some real power in that witch house now. ❜

❛ I am not a human being, but a spirit. A foul demon from hottest Hell. ❜

❛ It’s this century. It still does perplex me so. ❜

❛ The reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time. ❜

❛ The way my lips and my tongue wrapped around my instrument was… impeccable. ❜

❛ Throw me back in the box. I’ve seen enough of this world. ❜

❛ Surprise, bitch. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. ❜

❛ At any rate, I’m not going to kill you, well maybe after dessert. ❜

❛ One dog moves out, another moves in. It’s the circle of life. ❜

❛ Haven’t you heard? I have no soul. I’ll just kill ‘em all. ❜

❛ I don’t give a donkey shit about title. I want only one thing: your soul. ❜

❛ Here’s my other offer. You can all just die. ❜

❛ I don’t wanna waste my magic on you, I can do you with my hands. ❜

❛ I can’t bring someone back once they’re gator shit. ❜

❛ I did it for us, I love you. I love you… Please, please! ❜

❛ Feel the fear and the pain, let it all in, and then let it all go. ❜

❛ Oh Jesus, go change your clothes. Wear something… black. ❜

❛ You took my power the minute I gave birth to you. ❜

❛ You let her die. Why did you let her die? ❜

❛ Why did you leave me? You said you’d never leave me. ❜

❛ Either crown me or kiss my ass. ❜

❛ I don’t really know anything about love if I was going to be honest. ❜

❛ You must think you’re very clever. ❜

❛ I don’t know how to thank you for saving my life. ❜

❛ What’s the matter, cat got your tongue? ❜

❛ When you come back, he’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ If I wanted you dead, you would be. ❜

❛ I could have toasted a piece of bread with the heat they were putting on you. ❜

❛ That’s not easy, but you were a sloppy little witch bitch. ❜

❛ Do you have any clothes that don’t come from the Gap? ❜

❛ You can borrow something of mine. Frat party tonight. Just got the tweet. ❜

❛ I’m a human voodoo doll. ❜

❛ And, you will find love again. A strange and unexpected love. ❜

❛ Even if I wanted to give it to you, I couldn’t. ❜

❛ Our lives, our very existence is always at risk. Know this. Or, face extinction. ❜

❛ Why would you kill God’s innocent creatures? ❜

❛ I’ve surrounded myself with the white spirit light to protect me. ❜

❛ You think I’m stupid because of where I came from. ❜

❛ You can’t be your best self until you find your tribe. I’m still looking for mine. ❜

❛ It’s you that will end in flames! I swear it! ❜

❛ How can you be such a bitch? ❜

❛ The world isn’t safe for a girl like me, but maybe I’m not safe for the world either. ❜

❛ Voodoo. Witchcraft. This town ain’t big enough for the two of us. War is coming, and you’re gonna lose. ❜

—  ahs coven sentence starters .

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unsolvedmemes‌:

ZOOTOPIA ASK MEMES

“it’s called a hustle, sweetheart.”

“you know you love me.”

“but I can’t do it without you.”

“hey, (name), wanna hear a joke?”

“I think you said plenty.”

“oh, sweet cheese and crackers.”

“oh! you are naked!”

“what did I do wrong? what did I do?”

“don’t do this! fight it!”

“feels good to be appreciated.”

“it was a classic ‘doing the wrong thing for the right reason’ kind of a deal.”

[sighs] “why did I think I could make a difference?”

“are you… okay?”

“life isn’t some cartoon musical where you sing a little song and all your insipid dreams magically come true. So let it go.“

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mnstermade‌:

FAELAN WEAVED THROUGH     the crowd, lips pulled downwards and eyes narrowed.  the feelings welling up inside him were something akin to claustrophobia, though not quite.  rather than fear or desperation, something red hot seethed beneath his skin.  anger.  far from his first experience with the emotion – like always, it came randomly and without warning.  boredom had fed it.  his best behavior wouldn’t last long if he stayed in this main area but, alas, escape was prevented.  he stared at the familiar face.  ❝ been a while, nate.  how’s your night? ❞

starter for @ghostciity / nathaniel giordano

nothing set him off more than acts of ᴅɪsʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ against his name. something the face that stood out against the crowd had done effortlessly. the coursing anger could be felt. threatening to provoke anger of his own that he often fought to suppress. without caution the entire party would feel it too.  ❛  faelan.  ❜  it was said so ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟ that nathaniel was sure whoever paid close attention briefly mistook them for old friends.  ❛  i was under the impression emilenne didn’t want ʀɪғғʀᴀғғ at her party && yet here you are.  ❜  the pureblood mocked. looking for any excuse to throw behavioral requirements right out the window ( along with this unwanted company ).

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                                                   ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ to @cvrnge.

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                                                   ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ to @cvrnge.

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godcsscs‌:

there was a softness to her features that some would say was uncharacteristic of what she was meant to be. a warrior of heaven. but that was perhaps why beauty was so often spoken to be angelic, so was their celestial beauty but every so often her face could steel, giving a glimpse to what she was made to be. an occasion such as this where the demon dare take her fathers name in vain. the thought of her father having abandoned her was not one she allowed. “perhaps you should ask how many of your kind i’ve returned to the damned abyss. do not attempt to patronize me, and do not dare take my fathers with such disrespect do not forget he is the creator of the fallen you yourself serve.”

there it was. a glimmer of it, at least. ; that ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ of resemblance to something other than angelic softness her kind liked to dress themselves up in to make themselves appear better than the rest of the world. she wanted to tap further into it, see the other exercise some of that anger. beneath the surface there had to be ᴍᴏʀᴇ than what she led on && her father was clearly the key to unlocking that mystery.  ❛  if memory serves me correctly he ʟᴇғᴛ him behind too. which makes you on the same level as the devil.  ❜  remona pressed forward, expression darkening with mirth.  ❛  lucky angel.  ❜

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yvngblccd‌:

Roman simply stared the demon down for a moment, a slight attempt to keep the pleasure of her disappointment out of his own expression. “Lovely to see you, too, Remona,” he spoke, raising his glass slightly towards the demon. In truth, Roman adored demons. Sure, the idea that they were all beneath him was firmly ingrained into the back of his mind, but his interest was often piqued by their thoughts. Of course, all he could do was halfheartedly shrug one shoulder at his words, a lazy attempt of expressing contempt. “I mean, aren’t we all… drinking with vampires?” he posed the question, taking a sip of champagne. “I’m sure I could bring hell to the party, but then what would be left for you to do?”

for a brief moment she surveyed the crowd. searching for a familiar face, though she was sure that fun would come later on in the night.  ❛  some of us are doing ᴍᴏʀᴇ.  ❜  the demon’s eyes portrayed a glint of mischief. ; not alluding to her plans or intending on it anytime soon. ( this one was all hers. ) remona titled her head slightly upwards at his explanation, hands firmly planted on her hips.  ❛  follow your ʟᴇᴀᴅ. that is where you siren’s like to keep us, beneath you.  ❜  she taunted blankly, finding the hell forged kind could take her bluntness better than the rest.  ❛  you’re telling me there’s no mortal soul here worth sending to ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ damnation ?  ❜  like clockwork a young couple brushed closely past them && she offered the two up without so much as blinking.  ❛  how about them ?  ❜

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xcvrsed‌:

@ghostciity

          She could hear everyone having a new year resolution and other talking about who they brought or who they were going to pick for their new years kiss at midnight. Some were ridiculous to say in the least but others were amusing to listen to. Diana didn’t really have none. Same shit.  Different year. It didn’t even feel like 2019 was just a couple hours away. “Have any new years resolution?” Her tone clearly said she didn’t really care and she just asking out of boredom. Eyes glanced at the demon, who was dressed well and all in black much like herself. Maybe she should make one? What could be her resolution? That one was going to take some time to think about. 

❛  new years resolution. what is ᴛʜᴀᴛ.  ❜  remona drawled her response to the attractive girl in a sharpened tongue. the kind that made what would’ve normally sounded like a question from most sound more like a ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅ or a threat. every time the demon thought she was grasping a vague understanding of this world, something new appeared out of thin air. ; in the first couple of days, that had thrilled her. ‘till her discoveries became less && less exciting by the masses. for a place that possessed the greatest wars, it was awfully mellow. 

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mdnightspecial‌:

she’s perched upon a bar stool, untouched beer in front of her and her fingers fiddling with the camera she’s sifting through the contents off. she’s tired, it was a long night and not much had come of it. “ i wasn’t spying. ” she explains with a shake of her head. “ i was working. not that anyone caused much trouble anyway. ” she sighs, placing the camera down and pushing it aside. another week without a story. “ maybe i can call it research for my next novel or something. lord knows i’m a shitty excuse for a journalist these days. ”

❛  let me take a look at what you gathered sᴏ ғᴀʀ.  ❜  nathaniel didn’t wait for the woman he approached to grant his approval, never too far from the crowd that followed. he picked up the camera she placed down && went through it’s content at a quicker speed while bringing a vodka martini to his mouth. ❛  this is all ʙᴏʀɪɴɢ photography.  ❜  he hummed in dissatisfaction as he found nothing was even remotely standing out to him ( aka nothing of himself ).  ❛  your problem is that you aren’t looking in the right places. for ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ, if you stalked me instead you would’ve been up to your ears in fascinating material.  ❜

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xcvrsed‌:

           “I can appreciate a good sense of fashion.” Elena corrected as she rolled her eyes. ( && while he was an attractive guy, she knew better than to say ) his ego was big enough as it is. and he was annoying enough for it to get any bigger.  “but thanks… can stop looking at me like that, now?” Elena slightly scoffed. though appreciate the compliment. Even if it did come from him. Listening to him talk about knowing the artist caught her attention. “You did?” Elena looked at Nate with interest. Curious if he’d even remember the artist name. “–Have you thought about that maybe he WANTED for at least someone to TRY and understand him?” Elena inferred. “He is brilliant.” She agreed. “ His technique and strokes… “ Her eyes looked back at the painting. Reds were mostly used. Darks on most and specs of lighter colors.  “–Wished I could have met him. . . There’s so much passion… Anger. He was… ANGRY.  DARK. Doesn’t feel safe and doesn’t know what to do about it. He was. . .  lost.” She paused for a moment. “–and most of all…  ALONE… LONELY.” Elena tilted her head a bit as she looked at it. Before looking back at him. Wanting to bite her tongue.  Once she gets talking about whatever interests her, the girl just lets herself get lost in the moment. “Go ahead. Say it. None of this interests you.” 

❛  he was a ʙʟᴜʙʙᴇʀɪɴɢ sycophant. he’d tell you what he thought you wanted to hear until the lies caught up to him.  ❜  the pureblood attempted to explain in simple terms, though she gave him the impression that she would match his stubbornness. all the while she spoke nathaniel couldn’t help but to almost ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇ to what she dissected from the painting. while he never felt unsafe, he did feel spouts of loneliness from time to time && a darkness always looming over him. endless life of living in the shadows of his parents. remembering everything they demanded from him && how he went out of his way to do the complete opposite in defiance. the anger he still carried towards them was the only reminder that they truly existed at a point.  ❛  believe me, he wouldn’t of been worth a second of your time. i said he was an exceptional painter, not an interesting man. you give more credit than it’s worth.  ❜  a flicker of emotion that wasn’t in the norm for him passed so quickly in the depths of his eyes, it was easily missed. then the charming smile came, falling back to meet her returned gaze.  ❛  that’s where you’re ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, elena. ; i had an entire studio installed in my home due to my love for the arts. you’ll have to come by. tell me all your deepest thoughts on some of the paintings under my possession.  ❜  he was mostly interested in what she had to say about the few he painted himself.   

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cfthesea‌:

@ghostciity (luis fuentes)

The church bells around the town rang somewhere in the distance, indicating it was midnight when Layla showed up at the detective’s office, certain she’d find him there– leaning over his desk, staring at the piles of papers… In a hopeless search for answers. The siren could only imagine how frustrating it had been for him, not to mention exhausting: going around in circles, never stopping, refusing to give up. “You look like hell,” she said lightly and walked further into the office. It was true, his deep frown and haunted expression were a stark contrast to her soft gaze and gentle smile. “And I know hell,” she teased, hopping up onto his desk, clearly not waiting for permission. “When was the last time you ate?”

luis wasn’t expecting company. ; certainly not when it came to his personal office either. there was paperwork scattered across the table, a fine mixture of open cases && his late brother’s closed one. the only light that shined came from a small lamp in the corner of the room, casting a dark shadow that mimicked his life. these were the moments he ᴘᴜsʜᴇᴅ himself the most. he preferred to do that alone.  ❛  dinner time like i ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ do.  ❜  he deadpanned, the lie coming with ease. confusion lines formed on his forehead as he raised his brows && pinned her with a solemn gaze. the detective jerking forward to shove aside essentials on his desk from a wandering siren.  ❛  what are you ᴅᴏɪɴɢ here ?  ❜

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❛  this is ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ.  ❜  he was a werewolf, remona could tell that much the closer she got to invading his personal space. brief fingertips danced across his shoulder to draw in his attention. majority of her run-ins at the party had been with vampires. the demon knew from experience torturing his kind that most of them who ended up ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ there leaned more toward vampire centric hell loops. the two species were clearly not the biggest fan of each other ; or so she was led to believe.  ❛  i didn’t know werewolves ran with vampires. in my experience they run ғʀᴏᴍ them.  ❜  @cvrnge​ ; apollo.  

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mnstermade‌:

❝ DON’T YOU THINK     it’s interesting how so many people here have celebrated hundreds upon hundreds of new years? ❞  the familiar queried to a nearby soul.  she still felt out of placing in the glittering party, strange with just a glass of water and not something harder, but a distraction was better than silence.  ❝ i would think it would just… blend together after awhile. becoming meaningless, y’know? ❞

❛  no. i ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ think about pain && torture. time doesn’t exist where i come from.  ❜  it would be easy to think the demon was speaking from a sarcastic angle, but she was being utterly serious. she brought a glass of ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ the hell the bartender supplied her without prompting closer to her lips right before she decided to pause. remona took it upon herself in that moment to sɴᴀᴛᴄʜ an opened wine bottle from a passing male ( who quickly continued on his way, most likely not interested in revisiting their earlier interaction ) && drank straight from the source.  

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xcvrsed‌:

@ghostciity

       Elena knew she shouldn’t have wandered off elsewhere from the party, probably a bad idea. Though she did want some time for herself. More so, to take a breather before going back. On top of it all, she has never been inside the home of a pureblooded vampire. She was curious. sue her. Though just as quickly she opened a door, she shut it. “Sorry… Continue.” She mentally kicked herself for walking in on the two making out and clearly taking off clothes. Moving on to the next room, she found empty. The glass windows had a view of the pool. Some people were around but it wasn't packed yet. She doubted they could see her.  Eyes landed on a painting, she couldn’t help herself but examine it more. She wondered who painted it. Must have been a freelancer or someone just as good as a professional. Her thoughts all came to a stop when she felt someone else in the room. Head turning to look at him. “Oh. . . It’s just you.” Elena looked back at the painting. “You clean up nicely.” She commented without looking at him again. Then again, Nathaniel was always at his best dressed. But with occasions like this, the fashionista side of her had to agree and liked what some people had to wear tonight. 

nathaniel had been in the delacroix residence on more than one occasion. he supposed that came with the perks of being personally aquatinted to their hostess. the pureblood was aware of exactly where he was headed in the spacious home 'til he found himself sidetracked ᴀɢᴀɪɴ by a human becoming fairly familiar to him. few steps later && he settled at her side. ; hardly hiding the way he drunk in her appearance, ( she was stunning under the low lights of his club, but even more so in a well lit room ).  ❛  a ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛ from you. have we gotten past denying your attraction to me already ? you don’t look too bad yourself.  ❜  his lips curled slightly upwards in pleasant surprise, especially given the nature of their last conversation. he shifted, refocusing on the painting of elena’s interest. it was one he’d seen a thousand times over, the creator dating far back into what now felt like it could be another lifetime.  ❛  i knew the man who painted this. he was a ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ. rambled for eons about stuff there was no use in trying understand, but he did brilliant with a blank canvas. a shame he died before he could paint me something similar.  ❜