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so i am now officially queue based activity. i've come to find out i can respond to things when i can. so, this means i will pause my queue and dump all responded drafts and asks into the queue until i deemed it's plenty, and have it sporadically churn out posts throughout the days until it's empty again.

i find it easier for myself at this time. so, i'm totally not ignoring. i'm just definitely slow AND now queue based. uwu appreciate you all <3

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so i am now officially queue based activity. i've come to find out i can respond to things when i can. so, this means i will pause my queue and dump all responded drafts and asks into the queue until i deemed it's plenty, and have it sporadically churn out posts throughout the days until it's empty again.

i find it easier for myself at this time. so, i'm totally not ignoring. i'm just definitely slow AND now queue based. uwu appreciate you all <3

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I'm so home sick, it sucks. and reminiscing teenage/HS friends you lost contact with and have no way of finding them is really kicking me in the chest rn 😭 I'ma lurk for a lil bit. But I will have some replies in queue since queuing has helped me so much not to feel like I'm drowning.

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continued from here. @snnynatural

despite the sort of creature she was and the unique friendship she developed with sonny, amelia can exhibit sympathy to those she consider as friends. even with her abhorrence towards hunters, she grew to care for the other woman who was now in a deep state of grief due to a loss in the hunter community. something they both have in common, it seemed. she was no stranger to grief for it still loomed over her in the last few centuries... sonny felt so intensely and it was something lia can admire even if she doesn't say it out right. she remained silent when sonny offered her thanks and a faint smile; simply continued to rub soothing circles along her back.

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right person, wrong time plot.

but make it human x monster or monster x monster. where ten decades had passed and only one of them can remember the other in bits and pieces when the other is entirely gone from former's life. years had come and gone, no trace of their old friend or old partner. and when they do come back, making their presence known, the former is stunned from the sight. more memories flooding back the moment they laid their eyes on them.

when they both make eye contact, the latter is relieved to see them alive and well.

make it spicy where both are in a relationship, but it had been in trenches for a while. they're cordial and respectful towards each other's partners, but also dying inside because they think the other is happy when it's completely the opposite. the ending of their relationships literally on the cusp of shattering.

it can be angsty, painful, sorrowful. plenty of tears, gnashing teeth, heated arguments, beloved flashbacks, etc.

and when either one of them splits or both split from their shambling relationships, would they rekindle those embers? find solace in each other's presence, allowing themselves to be vulnerable around them? or, would it be too late?

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I'm so home sick, it sucks. and reminiscing teenage/HS friends you lost contact with and have no way of finding them is really kicking me in the chest rn 😭 I'ma lurk for a lil bit. But I will have some replies in queue since queuing has helped me so much not to feel like I'm drowning.

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Rory Culkin in a crop top appreciation post (from Lords of Chaos)

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my favorite films!

without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favourite films and then tag ten people to do the same!

tagged by: @bloodsalted ( tysm <3 ) tagging: @exxcrucior / @caracarnn / @nightdaughtcr / @theregoesthebellhop / @vxmpirehunterd / @therelentless / @mxlevolence / @alyafae / @lordheis / @throatsplit / & youuuu <3

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›   FIRST   TOUCH   PROMPTS    →    receiver   to   sender. | accepting ! ↳ @retriibutions  asked : draping   a   coat   over   their   shoulders / sam winchester

the moment sam draped his coat over her shoulders, amelia was immediately dwarfed by it in every sense of the word by both fabric and his scent. and due to their great height difference, it was such a comical sight to see; she was only a head and a pair of legs. not even a pair of hands because the sleeves dangled at the ends by a considerable amount. she stopped to peer down at herself before a slow deadpan expression made its way across her face while simultaneously lifting her head and pinned sam with an unamused look she could muster. lifting a hand that was hidden by the long sleeve of his coat, one could see a hint of a finger beneath the fabric when she pointed up at him. " don't say a bloody word. "

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the ends of full, black eyelashes scraped against the fabric of his shirt as they fluttered open half-way the moment rand finished his sentence. her eyes felt heavy from an eternal exhaustion that had forever lingered throughout her long life. even if she cannot sleep like most creatures, amelia can emulate it well by being in a meditative state. soft breathing could be heard while she remained quiet for a moment, mulling over what words to say to him. all she could say was, " i don't mind. " because she doesn't. she was content to stay, pressed up against his back if he wished her to be.

It's the calmest that he's felt in a long while. He doesn't know if she can fathom that with the silence that was wrapped around them but he wanted her to know. His eyes were closed but he could hear her breathing, he could feel the warmth of her pressed so close against him. His breathing is slowed and everything feels almost like it had fallen away. Something unexpected. A feeling that was unexpected. "You don't have to stay all night." he tells her as though she had given a complaint when really he wanted her to stay right where she was.

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oh! he was being a touchy fellow, now was he? " oh you know how i am, darling! theatrics and dramatics makes life all the more entertaining. wouldn't you agree? " she teased with a biting smile. and once he lowered his weapon, her cheshire-like grin widened by a vestige.

" bobby, if we had a lovely chat and share a whiskey, you'd learn that i am fully capable of sentimentality. " she was speaking nothing but the truth in that moment. amelia, a being who was never human to begin with, was a creature that developed some semblance of humanity especially in the realm of sentiments. hells, draped around her neck was a necklace with two silver rings ― topaz and ruby ― hidden behind her high-collared blouse. those rings meant everything to her. she can never part from them. does dear ol'bobby know? of course not. and she preferred it that way. the knowledge of her children shall remain as a secret that no one can ever know.

her gaze flickered off to the side, the state of his house was surely a sight to see. then she gave a languid shrug, waving off his words. " old habits die hard, right? "

when he stepped between her and the table, she raised both her hands in mock surrender and her lips parted in a small ' o '. " damn, you've caught me. " she started, feigning offence. crossing her arms over her chest, she inclined her head while she inspected the old hunter before her. " i wouldn't mind the tea and hex bags. but i suppose i should skip the foreplay and cut straight to the chase. i require books, manuscripts, anything that hold information about resurrection. heard anything of the sort, bobby? "

Bobby didn’t lower the gun at first, even after she casually pushed it to the side as she traipsed by him. He just squinted at her like she was a particularly persistent raccoon trying to charm its way into the house again.

"Well, if it ain’t the queen of dramatics herself," he grunted, finally lowering the weapon—more out of irritation than trust. “Didn’t think you got sentimental. Figured you just showed up when you wanted somethin’.”

He watched her carefully as she prowled through his space like she owned it. Like she hadn’t caused enough chaos last time.

“Place looks the way it’s s'posed to,” he said flatly, ignoring her jab about the dust. “And I'll keep the gun out for peace of mind. Ain’t for you, sweetheart. Just habit.”

He stepped between her and the table without thinking, placing himself squarely in her line of sight. “So. How 'bout you quit with the purring and the pirouetting and tell me why you’re really here. 'Cause I got a funny feelin’ it ain’t just to catch up over tea and hex bags.”

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yes, yes, she was distantly aware the fact the roles were reversed in this moment. in the infancy of their... acquaintanceship, amelia hadn't given raven the time of day. she knew he had a peculiar fondness for her which, at that time, was entirely bizarre for her to comprehend. thinking nothing of it, she ignored his advances, hoping it'll dwindle in a few weeks. how wrong she was... because now, here they both were, in a loving relationship where they were now engaged to one another. but she can't think about that right now. raven finally granted her what she desired, immediately leaning into the kisses along her jaw before pressing herself fully against him once their lips met in a shared kiss. this was nice.

There it was. Now she was upset and frustrated. Two feelings that he knew incredibly well thanks to her. Plus, she was so damned adorable to him when she was upset. Most of the time, it was at him, so he was used to it. As he watched his pumpkin slide away, his eyes glanced up to her as she settled into his lap. It wasn't like he didn't have any intentions of NOT kissing he,r but he did want to make her work for it just a little bit. "I was planning on it, but I have to give you a little push sometimes too, you can't be the only person to deny someone what they want in this relationship." He grinned, nudging his nose under her chin. Finally, he planted little kisses along her jaw until he was at her lips, where he did indeed finally kiss her.

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it's a rarity for her when it comes to companionship. the pallid woman actually prefers to be on her own, especially after that dreadful day where her first and last partner betrayed her by attempting to end her life via a stake through the heart. she now bears the scars that marred her torso ― one scar between her breasts and one between her shoulder blades. despite that troubling experience, it seems as though amelia is quite fond of the werewolf leader who she forge an alliance with during this war. in fact, when she saunters away from him, she was awfully tempted to peer over her shoulder and grace him an alluring smile. especially so when she replays that rumbling purr emanating from his chest as she scritches rob underneath his scruffy chin.

the sinful, ancient lips of hers are still curled into a mischievous smile while she peers down at the table centered within the war room with a map and documents scattered across. her hands empty from the blade as they are placed flat against the smooth surface and with her silver-white hair pooling over her shoulders due to her bowed head. " hm, right to business, darling. " she echoes back teasingly. " unless you wish someone else to sort out another excursion without our help. then be my guest. i wouldn't mind a minor break every now and then. "

There's something thick and heady in the air, easily picked up by his keen nose and intuitive senses. As she approaches and inspects him one last time, her finger set tentatively underneath his chin, he rumbles in what could almost be compared to a purr. What a peculiar nose to come out of a beast like him. "I promise to reach out next time, lest I look messy in front of my pack."

He watches her closely and nearly follows after her cloying fingertip, managing to straighten himself out and watch her backside while she saunters away. It takes a few moments for him to regain his sense and wash off his face, patting it dry before he follows after her scent. "Left me in there and right to business, huh?"

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she had kissed plenty of people in her long life for she viewed it as a simple pleasure to experience because there was a lack of emotions towards those people. a kiss is a kiss. no strings attached.

however, amelia had never felt the languages of desperation and surrender that were coursing through her vessel like vines before they burrow deep, making itself right at home, before towards anyone in a romantic sense. for the longest time, she viewed romantic love as something foul, tainting your being with vulnerabilities that leave you blinded and bare to betrayal. because she had encountered this personally and bear the scars ever since that dreadful day...

this was entirely an uncharted territory for her to journey through. the way there was this undeniable pull between the both of them that made her core tremble with hesitancy yet with desire and curiosity. amelia respected sebastian because he had earned that right when he committed to her cause in disposing that wretched hunter family who stolen the lives of her children; the very one who imprisoned them ( herself, sebastian and malakai )for three decades...

to be loved was to be seen... something she was hellishly frightened of. but she wanted to be... and sebastian was the reason. he never once urged her to become less than or bear an ulterior motive to ruin her like her previous partner had done. she trusted him, which amelia never freely given to anyone. he was worthy.

amelia leaned her forehead against his, her hands gripping hos body so tightly, anchoring herself to him in subtle desperation. or what she perceived as subtle. this was new for her. her body trembled with the way his hands trailed across her form, practically leaning her face into the palms of his hands once they'd cradled her face with a such a gentleness it made her breathe hitch within her throat.

it seemed as though both of their waning restraint was now a thread away from snapping in half. the air around them was thick with electrifying tension, especially when seb breathed her name with reverence; like her name was holy. as if she was a precious artefact he had unearthed and was in awe at the sight. maybe that was precisely what he saw when he tilted her head back as he tightened his grip in her hair. her neck bared for his sights to see, her kiss-bruised lips parted by a vestige as delicate breaths puff out passed them, black pupils blown so wide it left nothing but a sliver of dark green.

she could see the restraint of his snapped and it sent a certain thrill spike up along her spine in which she kissed sebastian back just as fervently as his. her arms tightened around him, talon-shaped nails steadily embedding into his clothes. a faint sound of fabric being punctured and stretched as one hand trailed upward until she too cradle the side of his face with such care, her thumb caressing the spot beneath his scarred eye.

when he pulled away just enough for him to whisper those gravely words dipped in raw need, an inferno erupted from where her heart lie within the confines of her chest. she knew it wasn't lust between them. it something akin to veneration, worship. and she'd gladly be his alter.

Sebastian’s breath shudders against her lips, his grip tightening ever so slightly as if grounding himself, as if feeling her is the only thing tethering him to this moment. The way she melts into him, the way she presses closer, the way her body speaks a language of desperation and surrender—it’s intoxicating.

He had felt this before. The hunger, the ache, the impossible pull toward her. But never like this. Never with such certainty.

Her voice is barely a whisper, but it wrecks him all the same.

A quiet, broken sound rumbles in his chest, something between relief and reverence. She chooses him. Finally. Not out of necessity, not out of a fleeting moment of desire, but because she wants to. Because she trusts him.

God, he hopes she never takes that back.

His forehead stays pressed against hers, his lips hovering, teasing, lingering so close it’s almost painful. His hands smooth over her skin, down her sides, up to cup her face with a gentleness that contradicts the tension simmering beneath his touch. He needs her. More than he’s ever needed anything. And now? She’s giving herself to him.

A plea, soft and breathless, but it might as well have been a command.

Sebastian exhales sharply, his jaw clenching as he fights the impulse to completely lose himself in her. His restraint is razor-thin, held together only by the fragile understanding that this—she—deserves more than raw, unhinged need.

“Amelia,” he breathes her name like it’s something holy, something fragile and untouchable. His hands tighten in her hair, tilting her head back so he can look at her—really look at her. And what he sees?

Fucking ruins him.

Her lips are kiss-bruised, her pupils blown wide with longing, and God help him—she’s beautiful like this. Like she’s his.

His restraint snaps.

His lips crash against hers, not just with passion, not just with hunger—but with everything he feels for her. His fingers knot in her hair, his body pressing her back, molding her into him, claiming her in a way he knows she’ll understand. Because this isn’t just lust.

It never was.

Sebastian drags his mouth away just long enough to whisper against her lips, his voice nothing but gravel and raw need.

“You’re mine now.”

And if she’ll have him, he’ll make damn sure she never regrets it.

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amelia will be forever be grateful of bambi's presence in her future-in-law's life. dusty was such a gem and overall pleasant human to be around. and for her to have such a genuine friend such as bambi in her life, she knew that the latter was a person that she can respect and rely on whenever situation arises. " excellent! i'll be sure to send you all information in regards to any upcoming events i have planned. and you'll inform me which ones you'd love to give a hand in. obviously i'll pay you beautifully, darling. your work is worthy of top dollar. " lia briefed, nodding along as bambi continued speaking. " oh i can only imagine darling. you and dusty are gems. i'm sure the little ones truly admire and bear all the love they have for you two. what you both do is highly commendable. something i highly respect. " when the former brought up about being friends first in terms of relationships, lia could only chuckle almost sheepishly. " oh, maybe that's true. i wouldn't know myself considering i disliked raven immediately when i first met him. " cue another faint laugh she tried to stifle by biting her bottom lip before shrugging languidly. " either way darling, do not allow others to diminish that love you two have for one another. "

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Bambi found as much joy in making people happy as Dusty did, that much was obvious and the two together were like the sun was at it's brightest. Helping make things for others and herself was something that just aided in that. When Lia mentioned doing something for the dancers, she beamed, nodding enthusiastically. "Of course, I'd love to! I like getting to be creative, I do a lot for the kid's too, making up little costumes for Dusty so that they can have some fun, you know? It can be terrifying up in there." The well wishes were a nice thing to hear, so many had their opinions about Cruz and his past that she was thrilled to hear someone just saying good luck. "Thanks, I think we'll make it. People that start as friends first normally always do."