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      multimuse   /   feat.  horror ocs ( including barbie ) ,   & muses from heathers,   skins,  paswg,  etc. 

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the countess // random gif’s [7/?]

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     he gives a bleak, mordant chuckle as he briefly entertains the temptation of of biting her finger off. ❛ yes… how selfish. ❜ his hand stretches out toward a woman, perhaps a decade older than the one akasha slaughtered. he averts his eyes, swirling with alluring and abysmal darkness, from akasha and trains them to his chosen victim. the tip of his index finger gently brushes her chin; as he draws it back toward himself, she steps feebly forward, ignorant of the needles springing from her veins as she pursues his siren psychic call. blood spills from the holes in her flesh and stains the floor at his feet. entranced, she follows him further back still, toward the very center of the room.

    ❛ alliances caused that war, ❜ he murmurs softly. to the warped and befuddled consciousness of the woman in his vice grip, dracula croons to her of eternal love and great purpose, not to akasha of warfare and world domination. ❛ i crave not alliances, my sweet. i crave not friends. i crave dominion over all creation. ❜

     dracula cups the doomed woman’s hot, scarlet cheek and tenderly tilts her head, exposing to him her wan and supple neck. ❛ and only one creature can grant me what i so desire. ❜

     fangs emerge from his canines, unsheathed like lethal daggers. dracula opens his mouth wide in a ravenous, menacing sneer. with no more to say and a growing thirst to engulf his throat in flames, his teeth come down on his prey and sink into her waiting jugular. blood bursts from the vein as his arms encircle her. her knees buckle underneath her; paralyzed, her frail body wilts. her wide eyes pool with tears, her failing heart pumps its last, and she dies in his embrace.

        ‘     does my companionship   not interest you in the slightest   ?     you wound me.   ‘     light-hearted and coquettish,     in truth she cares little.  she finds the situation entirely too familiar-----    she is not new to the ones who desire eternal darkness and apocalypse.  ‘  allow me to sweeten the deal,      in that case.   ‘      pointed nail carves into her own snowy flesh,    before she is quickly upon him,  crimson nectar that spills offered ever so generously.    ‘   have you heard of the shinsos,  dracula   ?    the darkness incarnate-----      rare,    eternal,    powerful.    it’s a bloodline rumored to have the potential to rule the world,    tear apart the earth and shroud the mortals in everlasting darkness.   i am the last of their kind,    but it seems with the growth of my daughter,    i already have the world.  for your loyalty,  i give you my own,    in the form of my blood.    what more could you desire  ?  ‘ 

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     he ghosts behind her at her request, once more suspicious of her intentions. she would have him believe that she desires him, but he will manipulate before he is manipulated. he is no fool; he knows of her deep love for her companion and their child. he smells it on her flawless and pallid flesh, hears unspoken airs of it in the dark corners of her psyche; she carries it about her plainly. she would not betray them in life ─ not until after they have perished would she commence to imply that her eternity is better spent with dracula. and though he is an immensely haughty creature, he knows akasha would suffer at his side, for he loves no one.

     dracula halts at her back, winding his head around to her ear as his eyes fall on this veritable torture chamber. he smirks mildly at the supply of mewling humans at hand, the aroma of their sweet blood filling his nostrils and burning his throat. yes, this is more for him ─ feeling the life drain from their feeble bodies as he holds them fast in his embrace encompasses the predatory fulfillment of the hunt.

     akasha flits away from him before he can speak, and he watches her with amusement as she slits the girl’s throat. ❛ friendship. is this what you desire? ❜ the girl’s blood trickles down her nude corpse, and his eyes follow these red ribbons for a moment. ❛ or is it something more?

   ❛ kill them, and then i am yours ─ till the sun falls from the sky and scorches the shadows to ash. ❜ any hint of a smile ebbs from his lips; a thin, grim line replaces it. his voice deepens. ❛ kill your lover… kill your child. or confess to me that you have lied, and tell me your true motives. ❜ he stalks toward the few living humans remaining on her grisly display of tubes and needles, but his eyes fix to akasha unyieldingly.

        it is not so much    a lie as it is a half truth.     akasha wanted to give up her crown-----     live at peace with her most important treasure,     the only thing that matters to her;     her daughter.  befriending dracula was more-so a safety precaution than all else. ‘ you wish for me to strike down the few things i adore   ?      how selfish.  ‘    bloody nail comes to his lip,     running down in a brief flicker.    she wants him to have a taste of the deceased,    the girl that bleeds in sacrifice.  ‘  you haven’t even bought me dinner.  ‘   a joke,    a flash of bloody diamonds. ‘  you forget----    i am not one of yours.    i am the queen of my own kind,     as you are a king.    ancient,    undying,    eternal.    you may consider my family a liability,    but to me,    they are everything.    a queen can do without a king,      but what kind of kingdom thrives without an heir  ? ‘   issa is but a man,    entirely replaceable.   akasha loves him in the way that any woman would the father of their child,  but,    she recognizes that he is not hers to love nor to kill.    he belongs to another;     that’s always been the dagger between them.     ‘   i have no need to prove my loyalties,    as i am not yours,    nor are you to anyone else.   we are our own.     we always will be.    and it is that which binds us----     an itching similarity.    i only seek your companionship;     is that so hard to believe  ?  would it not be fun,     you think,    to have a friend with her own flock of monsters ? ‘ brief silence,    pierced once again by her voice.    ‘  do you remember the world war,    dracula  ?    consider it an alliance.   ‘       

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they called her the nosferatu—  dismember her,   decapitate her,  and she’d piece herself back together limb by limb, or sew her wicked head back on to pretty skin.  long live the queen,  they said,   for she would never truly die and would hunt those who fear her like the undead lion she was,  tearing them apart with diamond carved teeth and motherly eyes.  she was their savior,  their guardian,   their leader,   their goddess.  

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the countess // random gif’s [1/?]

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     dracula’s head turns slowly, eyes sharp with skepticism and appraisal as he acknowledges that celestial, divine, otherworldly presence challenging his own. his own, in return, fans outward like the leathern wings of an immense bat; disturbed by this preternatural disruption of gravity, his sable cape flutters faintly behind him as if stirred by a breeze that does not blow.

   ❛ i prefer to feed from the source, ❜ he declines, sardonic and indifferent. ❛ but you are lamentably unacquainted with such pleasures. ❜

     with arms and body sheathed by his long cape, he appears more a tall, gliding mass than a man as he advances toward her. dracula’s merciless, ruthless reputation precedes him ─ this he knows, and he wields against all the guests at this absurd party ( one which he would have refused to attend had akasha not shown him certain promise ). none have approached him but she, and dracula has been thus far content to mingle with the blessed shadows in pensive silence.

     serpentine, his voice slithers into her ear and dances along her spine. ❛ you wish to contend with me, ❜ he rumbles, softer than any of the oblivious others could detect. akasha might wonder if he projects the words from his very mind and into hers. ❛ speak on your motives. ❜

       cat-like and ancient,     emeralds flicker in wicked amusement.    ‘   eternity is an awfully long time,      is it not   ?  ‘   long,    pointed nail is placed delicately in between two canines,   scarlet lips curved upwards in the same wickedness.   ‘   it’s too long to spend alone.  ‘     it always came down to companionship,     did it not   ?    she could atleast convince him her intentions sprout from pure desire;      it was easier for a man to believe.   ‘  my lover is eternal in a different way,      as is my child.   they aren’t like us,   they are lesser.    cut them down and they will bleed,     despite my efforts to protect them.     you and i,     however  ?     we are forever.    like a three-headed dragon,    remove one head and we will rise with two others. ‘   heel turns,     and pitter-patters forward in it’s deadly rhythm.    ‘    come.    you think too little of me.  ‘  shadows of the castle is used to torture and bleed.     she takes him to their source;     humans poked and drained with tubes and needles.     akasha disapproved,     of course,      but it was not her place to say;     she wasn’t the woman of the house,     after all,     merely her rival.     even still,    such horrors could be used to her benefits for one night.  he is led to a cage with the to-be-drained,     and one is carefully plucked from many---    a young girl,     barely eighteen.       ‘    to a new friendship,  from here till the sun falls from the sky,   and scorches the shadows to ash.  ‘    she cheers,   before the same pointed nail glides across a pale neck violently and perfectly,     crimson nectar spewing and spilling every which way,    decorating her lips to be even deeper of a scarlet than before. 

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       celestial,    divine,     otherworldly.    the legend of akasha was one that had died down over the centuries------     the disciple of a vampire ruler cold and cruel,   the last remaining sire of her kind.   rumor had it that she had crawled into bed with a married man, and out came a little girl just as perfect.   there were varying opinions depending on which vampire you asked;     those who considered the legendary shinso a disgrace,  those who believed she was at no level to be the other woman,  and others who understood her desire for love and family.    what they didn’t know,     however,    was her request to take this man and her little one and live among the humans in peace----  removing him from his wife and other children to have him as her own.     how selfish.   even still,     to achieve this dream,     she’d have to get into the good graces of those hateful towards the human race------     which,     unfortunately,      seemed to be half of the vampire species.   controlling her own were easy, alters and shrines dedicated to her;   but those who belonged to other bloodlines ?   she’d have to transpire with the source. what better way to engage than in a party of other high class beings and blood suckers ?  ‘  a drink   ?   ‘      she makes her presence known,    pale silver-pinkish curls and emerald gaze.    ‘  something better than the bottled blood,    of course.    i’d not dare to think of less for you. ‘   // @nesuferatu

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     starter call xoxoxoxo

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      there are parts    to his statement that are true,     she knows.     but,    the other dark lords had a point.   as their leader,     her kindness could be considered a liability.    even still,    she’d rather be known for being too kind than too cruel.   she doesn’t retort anything in return---   instead,     she turns,     out the door,    as per his request.     she decides for them to return home----      her home,     anyway,      but she’s become so used to seeing him around ( be it her,    or her daughter, )    that it’s almost strange when he doesn’t linger.   drinks are poured,     elegant and aged.    ‘  for you.  ‘    hand extends to offer him his glass.    ‘   i forgot to praise you.    you did a good job,    partner.   ‘    much like before,     the word slips more-so as a joke,     but there were parts to her that had meant it.    it’s bittersweet,   almost;     he’s been more help than the one she claims to love.     he’s been more supportive than the one she awaits for endlessly,     the sad tale of the other woman.       ‘   of course,    there is much more to learn,    mr.  grey. ‘     her glass extends towards his for a cheers;    a job well done,    but not yet complete.    ‘    the goal is for you to be able to defeat me,     of course.   ‘    she sees a light in him,     a flame that burns fiercely---    she had a dream,     a hope,     she’s always been too ambitious.   perhaps she thinks too highly of him;    she knows that with the proper training,     he could scorch the world with the flames that linger in his heart.   ‘  perhaps i have too much faith in you,     mr. grey-----    but i see something in you.    wonderful things.   i know you can do well.   i believe you can.   ‘ 

‘  MERCY ISN’T A BAD  thing ,  or a sign of weakness for that matter.  it’s an asset,  to know when to be tolerant.  you shouldn’t be told otherwise.  ’    he discerns her sullen appearances ,  a disposition less grandiose than prior         vulnerable in a way he hasn’t seen before.  it makes him SOFT , as much as a man of stone could be.  his gaze then lingers on the carnage before them ,  only ash remains.     ‘  i suppose so.  it’s a job,  that’s the only way i’ll ever see it.  ’    a weight is lifted when the pistol leaves his hand.  a  COMPLETED  pursuit.  a page turned.  he could use a cigarette right about now.    ‘        we should get outta here.  ’

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you know those pornos where its like "hot milf and daughter seduces young man" i want akasha and moka to seduce me

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        she knew he wouldn’t disappoint.       scarlet lips remain flat------      she’d smile to show her approval,      her appreciation,      but the way the vampires fall and the way they hiss as they engulf into ash is always heartbreaking.     ‘   of course it does,    michael.    ‘     she’s become less formal,     showing her sincerity.      ‘   the other lords consider me too kind.  too merciful.     i am,     in my heart.    but there are things a woman must do to keep those she adores safe.    ugly,     cruel,    macabre things.   i do what i have to.   ‘    digits pluck the pistol away from him.    it wasn’t needed anymore.     ‘   we’re quite similar,     really.    isn’t it the same for you,     mr.  grey  ?     you kill based on necessity,    not desire. ‘ 

IF THIS WAS  a test, then he would excel remarkably.  no stranger to a gun, his finger remains taut against the trigger,  prepared.  perhaps it’s an overestimation of his own acumen  &  competence           REGARDLESS,  the creatures before them seem lowly, SUBHUMAN.  filthy  &  repugnant as they feast upon the cruor of clad corpses.  most notably, they were incomparable to akasha who stood so unruffled beside him        doubtlessly a mark of her hierarchical status.

IT’S NOT LONG  before the creatures become aware of their presence, their advances swift,  inhuman.  a calm takes over him.  dark orbs narrow at the approaching monsters, akasha’s voice only a  DISTANT  sonance between the shots that are fired  &  the thud of three fresh carcasses          his aim remaining unmatched.   ‘  it doesn’t trouble you ?  that they’re one of yours ?  ’