#cainiine

[sortilegum]

♪ for Q and Abaddon or Asmodeus, whoever you're vibing with the most!

@helllords I might have made a playlist combine for both of them but... Asmodeus mea culpa -enigma (english translation provided) I can not sleep // (The Time Has Come) // I desire you // (The Time Has Come) // Take me, I am yours // my fault // I want to go to the end of my fantasies // I know it is forbidden // I'm mad, I surrender // my fault*

red - sister machine gun The devil's eating me inside // I feel like I've died // Nothing is as nothing seems // Makes me want to scream // I don't know how I'll make it through this night // I'll never be alright // I don't know what you want me to do // It ain't nothing new ---

Abaddon smooth operator - sade Face to face, each classic case // We shadow box and double cross // Yet need the chase // A license to love, insurance to hold // Melts all your memories and change into gold // His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold

why not - sister machine gun You kiss my lips and bite my tongue // I'd like to fight it but I know I'd be wrong // You're all that I wanted but nothing I need // I'd like to hate you but I'm not that strong // You run your fingers through my brain // I haven't the words to describe the pain

(playlist with bonus tracks)

[feveredbcnes]

💘 friends to lovers (👀? No pressure if you're not feeling it ofc!! They can absolutely stay friends (:)

( Yooo, I agree!! 😭 Rey is totally enamored with Johnny! He just wants to be around him all the time, omg. Well done, Johnny, you picked up a stray -- you're gonna have to keep him now hahaha )

[necrcmance]

"You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature." —Madeline Miller   &   "You may win in the end, you may ensorcell me and hurt me and humiliate me, but I will make sure you lose everything I can take from you on the way down. I promise you this is the least of what I can do."  —Holly Black

@cainiine  sent in a ✖ for a moodboard about our muses.

[lxspedeza]

@cainiine sent: “ upset? why would i be upset? ” (from Joanna)

"You seem upset... "

Palm's delicately lifted from the brunette's shoulder when she answers with what she could only register as a knee-jerk reaction. Can't blame her though, it's not conventional to come up to a total stranger with such a question, but Ino wasn't the flavor of rich that would ignore a rain-soaked woman standing in front of a closed coffee shop.

"They had to close up last week. I've heard the owner was a tax evader? Although I've also heard they just needed to move out of town? Can easily be both." A step closer, and she lifts her umbrella to cover them both, glossy lips pull into a kind little smile.

"These sudden storms are the absolute worst, right? You know, I'm deadly afraid of anything ruining my hair, so I always carry an umbrella." and just as said, not a single platinum strand is out of its place, and not a single drop of rain soaks her (straight out of a fashion magazine) outfit. Being a notorious control freak has its advantages.

In the distance, the sky gives another monstrous rumble. "I know a cute coffee shop just around the corner, we can hide out there. Are you coming?"

[mxldito]

🧛‍♂️ (for Joanna!)

Send me 🧛‍♂️ and I’ll assign a VTM Clan to your muse? || Accepting

Initially, my mind jumped to Gangrel for Joanna because feral :v, but after sitting on it for a minute, Hecata of the Nagaraja bloodline suits her well (Going specifically by V5 Vampire ofc since that's what I'm familiar with.)

‎ Hecata are the Clan of the Painful Kiss. To be fed off of by any Hecata of any bloodline isn't a pleasant experience, and this is worse if you happen to be the target of a Nagaraja. This particular bloodline cannot survive off blood alone and needs to consume the flesh of the living to survive. There's a reason they're feared by any faction of vampire.

You describe Joanna as uncanny, ruthless, and sadistic; there's an unnaturalness to Nagaraja that most Kindred fear, not to mention it takes a will of iron and specific maliciousness to exist as such a vampire. Joanna has a willingness to her and it's frightening. Hecata's Compulsion in V5 is Morbidity, a burning morbid curiosity in impending death or illness. I feel like her fascination with Coyote upon their first encounter could fall in line with something like that.

[macveigh]

“Hellhounds. They exist? As in drag-the-souls-of-the-damned-down-under kinda hellhounds? You’re kidding.” 

@cainiine​ 

[lilxmcrtes]

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send me a 🌻 and ill just tell you whatever the fuck i want | @cainiine | Mun

                                                                ~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

We don’t interact but you still send me good vibes n the like and I appreciate that ❤️

I do hope we actually write together too though! Ever since you explained G.oncharov to me. That caught my attention like “Oh! That’s right, I wanna write with them!!” I think your muses are really cool. I’m just really low on creativity at the moment. I don’t have much energy to plot and also I need plotting because I don’t have energy to wing it either DX

But it’s very much been in my mind when I see you on my dash and in my activity that I want to write with you the second I can figure myself out lol

I have my first class tomorrow but hopefully it’ll be the classic “now that I don’t have time, I’ll get all my creativity back”. We shall see.

Anyway. Wishing you a good one! ❤️

                                                                ~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

[miscxllany]

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❛ C'mon, don't tell me you're scared. This'll be fun! ❜

[spxnglr]

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || ❝ i must say, i think we make a good team. ❞ (from Joanna) || @cainiine​​

HE ALLOWED THEM BOTH A MOMENT TO BASK IN THE CALM AFTER THE STORM. The faintest hints of hot smoke still sought to linger in the evening air, gentle traces of burnt wood and grass providing an experience for their respective senses. The silence that began to reign was a pleasant one - in the distance, a barely-audible, but still present, sound of a bird chirping. 

HIS BREATHS WERE LONG AND HEAVY - BUT HE WAS SETTLED. The neutrona wand was still being held firmly in both hands, the heat that was being emitted from the proton pack on his back quelling. For a few seconds, he stared at very little in particular.

❝ ...We do. ❞

A FLICK OF A SWITCH, AND THE GENTLE WHEEZE OF THE COOLING SYSTEM ACCOMPANIED THE LIGHT PLUME OF STEAM FROM THE PACK. Lifting the wand up, he settled it back into its holder, his eye finally falling on his companion - the wire attached to the dangling ghost trap in her grip, the flashing red light a hum against the darkening sky. While he could work on his own, he was never going to refuse the offer of well-trained help - and Joanna definitely knew what she was doing.

❝ Are you alright? ❞

[zealctry]

@cainiine / Abaddon said: " I am deeply in love with you. " (( because Aba is feeling oddly affectionate wtf ))

the gravitas of the words slides along his spine in the worst of ways. ( like being thrown, suddenly and all at once, into ice-cold water. )

              “ . . . ”

for a split-second,  he wonders what Abaddon expects him to say in reply. or if he expects him to say anything whatsoever, let alone anything that he wants to hear ( is there even such a thing? ). wonders how much he knows him, or how much he thinks he does. he doubts that reality and wishful thinking can ever intersect there. on either side. but lingering on that inconsequential thought is unnecessary  —useless, really— and so he casts it aside in favour of the immediate.

eyelashes flutter, and he doesn’t allow himself to be pulled too deeply into the flow of things. resists long enough to brush his mouth against those lips, chasing away ( or is it after? ) those words, and pulls back. ( at the back of his mind, he is hyperaware of just how stiff every muscle in his body has become, and wonders, once again, if he is drawing any sort of (sick) pleasure from that realization ; if he even notices. the thought makes his mind reel, mental fingers darting out blindly for a thread of sanity to grasp onto before he sinks too deeply into the storm of this. there are many things that Hidan is willfully ignorant of, blind to. he is especially oblivious of anything that traverses too close to his heart. otherwise, his world would crumble and burn like a house of cards. )

              “ . . . ”

lips part even as his hands still from their lazy caress across that cheekbone, and for a moment, he looks on the verge of saying something. ( he’s always liked the word retaliation because it meant it was simply returning a favor. . .. no matter how brutally he is inclined to do it. keeping the scales balanced, so to say. )  but then the moment flees, races past, and his mouth morphs in nothing but a thin, tightly-pressed line.

                ( say, if you could erase me from your mind, would you? – oh god. yes. of course it’s only ever yes. to me, you’re dangerously close to becoming a catastrophe. )  something ugly rears its head into his thoughts, and suddenly he wants to laugh and throw it back in his face—— throw his ring back, too, in ( mimicry ) mockery of what Abaddon had once. . .  ( he’ll never forgive him for that. no, not ever. Hidan forgives as easily as he forgets, and he has a very, very good memory. he’s never forgotten a wrong done him, and he’s never once forgotten a face. a dangerous combination.)

              “ . . . ”

instead, he lets his forehead fall, resting against that shoulder, and heaves a sigh. he doesn’t ask for it, but expects to be held anyway. until he builds himself back up, enough to pull back, tilt his head to the side with an amused little expression, the budding traces of a smirk lingering in his voice, and say:

              “ yeah? of course you are~ after all,  I’m amazing, seriously. ”  there’s no trace of hesitation on his tongue, even if his eyes might tell a different story.    “ but you know I’m not built that way, right? ”  I doubt I’m built like that. I’m not a

[sortilegum]

@cainiine asked:- ‘  are  you  so  eager  to  be  eaten  ?  ’ (from Joanna)

“Why are you so eager to devour me?” The witch crossed a heel over their knee, setting down a glass of wine at the table beside them. Surprisingly this wasn’t even the first time some otherworldly creature had threatened to eat them. “Honestly if it was me I would probably forego all this chit-chat and just get on with it. Break my neck, get on with the festivities.” They flicked their wrist in a dismissive fashion. “Not like I can’t say I don’t enjoy this. There is a certain thrill to the premise. The danger. The thought of your teeth in my flesh, the ravenous hunger. I find it delicious.”

[mcneyhoney]

@cainiine​

       " i really do think a  patch   would look a  lot  better here, darling. the leather is pretty thick -- “     

                   a weekly ritual. he brings her torn, ripped, stabbed through clothes from the week and she’ll fix them up as best she can. usually a system that works and saves them on new pieces every pay but this poor leather jacket of his is practically crumbling at the seams  --  it’s taken one too many beatings. 

         “ or, we call time of death and let the poor thing finally rest. i mean  ---   look at it! this hole is bigger than my head. “

[necrcmance]

“ next time you decide that showing up around me is a great idea, I am putting you in a binding circle. let’s see how much you will enjoy yourself then. ”  @cainiine​ / Aba.

[feveredbcnes]

Closed Small Starter II @cainiine​ 

              “Yeah...uh--can I please have the...” Reynardine peered down at the menu with a slight falter before pointing to the words, repeating what the waitress said. “..Double Decker Spicy Diablo Burger with large fries? Oh, an’ a large vanilla milkshake, please. Diolch!” With a wide smile, he passed her the menu before settling his attention back on Johnny. This werewolf needed to eat and he had dragged the Hellhound along for the ride. “Man, I always get super hungry before the event, y’know? It’s like my body knows tha’ I’ll be usin’ a lot of energy.” Huffing out a laugh, he pushed himself to the very corner of their booth and pulled his legs up into a crossed position, making himself comfortable against its plush seat. “18 hours to go. Ugh. D’ya know any good wooded areas around here?”

[justacomedy-archived]

@cainiine​​  :   ❝  I’ve  seen  what  ‘  bad  ’   looks  like  .  You’re  one  of  the  good  ones  ,   trust  me  .  ❞ 

—   Does  Johnny  know  ?  That  just  a  few  nights  ago  ,  Arthur  took  the  lives  of  three  men  .  That  the  killer  clown  posters  plastered  across  every  light  post  in  the  city  are  of  Arthur’s  face  ?  Arthur  has  yet  to  confess  any  of  this  to  Johnny  ,  though  he  expects  that  if  Johnny  truly  paid  attention  to  Arthur  ,  then  he  would  just  know  .  That  there  would  be  a  deep  ,  unspoken  truth  between  them  and  Arthur  wants  to  believe  that  Johnny  knows  his  truth  .  That  he’s  telling  Arthur  that  he’s  a  good  man  despite  his  actions  and  that  the  men  Arthur  killed  were  truly  awful  people  .  That  his  actions  are  justified  .  But  he’s  not  sure  if  Johnny  has  pieced  things  together  yet  ,  he’s  left  Arthur  no  indication  that  he  knows  and  Arthur  would  never  mutter  the  truth   aloud  ,  not  even  to  the  very  man  he  trusts  with  his  life  . 

—   “  You  really  think  so  ?  ”  Despite  how  much  he  yearns  to  believe  Johnny’s  words  ,  he  struggles  to  .  Not  because  Johnny  has  done  anything  bad  to  Arthur  ,  but  because  Arthur  has  never  had  anyone  come  into  his  life  and  tell  him  anything  good  about  himself  .  It’s  always  bad  ,  and  if  bitter  words  aren’t  uttered  to  him  right  away  ,  then  they  are  bound  to  be  spoken  eventually  .  It  always  happens  that  way  .  “  What  do  you  think  makes  me a  good  one  ?  ”  Arthur  questioned  .  Everyone  always  seems  to  think  so  poorly  of  him  .  That  he’s  weird  .  Creepy  .  And  it’s  usually  always  expressed  to  him  ,  whether  it’s  through  words  or  in  silence  through  their  mannerisms  .  He’s  never  been  wanted  here  .  Acceptance  was  foreign  .  He’s  always  been  the  outcast  .  The  bad  guy  .

[macveigh]

Joanna. “That’s a lovely name,” Morgan smiles and slides the girl her drink across the lacquered surface of the bar top. A memory of a certain country song written about a certain beautiful albeit lonely lost spirit comes to the witch. She decides it’s best to not mention it to the patron, lest the meaning of song’s origin offends or frightens the girl. “I’m Morgan. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, then again, I only just rolled into town a couple of weeks ago. Kind of a...rough crowd around here, wouldn't you say? I hope I’m not the only one who thinks so. Hell, I hope I can learn to get used to it.” 

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