#deathsdesiign

[butscrewmefirst]

     fear washes over the countess as the other approaches her, the woman all alone in her penthouse suite. she doesn’t understand why this feeling overcomes her, but it’s undeniable. she swallows deeply before speaking.     “ how did you get in here? ”

@deathsdesiign​

[perceivedpast-a]

@deathsdesiign ♥ starter call

It had been the scent of the boy (if it even was 'just a boy') that drew Johanna's focus like a moth to a flame. She merely stared at him intensity, golden eyes bright and cautious. Part of her wanted to ask what he was, why he smelt like death when he clearly wasn't a vampire, but found herself too unease to confront.

[sawsomeghosts]

@deathsdesiign liked for a starter ♥

                 ❝I almost married a poltergeist once. Nothing else can really phase me at this point.❞

[eslavida]

@deathsdesiign

     ‘ -- hey, did you miss me? ’

[banefulbloodstream]

@deathsdesiign​ ♥ starter call

Eva hadn’t meant to stare (God knows she hated to be stared at, especially when it involved her burn scars). She was almost certain she looked like a creep, but the scent radiating off the male wasn’t like anything she had ever smelt before. It ... uneased her. Before she knew it, she found herself glowering at the male. It wasn’t entirely an expression she intended, though years of dealing with strange and bizarre creatures wandering into town and threatening the lives of its inhabitants caused Eva to become somewhat paranoid. 

After all, she had been one of the few who lost their lives (as well as her father’s) when her vampire uncles first strolled into town.

                                        “What the hell kinda freak are you?” Eva demanded, not even bothering to ask the question lingering in her mind in a more polite manner. It alone took a great deal of effort to keep her snarky tone from lacing her words. Unfortunately, being a Salvatore, she only had so much self control. 

[trashmouthrichie]

@deathsdesiign

          This is not how Richie imagined he would die. Not even a teenager yet (  hell, he’s never even had his first kiss! ) and he’s lying on the ground, paralyzed, staring up at IT, whose blurred figure is just as terrifying without glasses perched on Richie’s nose. Drool dribbles from the monster’s mouth, coating its sharp, yellow teeth and gathering on its blackened lips before forming a long thread of thick saliva that falls closer to his unprotected face by the second. It reeks of death -- rotting flesh burning his nostrils with each pained breath. At least three of his ribs are broken, blood soaks his torn shirt and Richie is fairly certain he wouldn’t be able to run away if he tried. (And Eddie had laughed when his arm was broken. Laughed like an absolute madman, laughed as if the broken bone was the light tickle of a fucking feather.) 

          The world is growing darker and, god, this motherfucking clown is going to be the last thing Richie ever sees; yellow eyes burn holes in his own, evil shining with an unnatural light. Beep beep, Richie. The monster’s words echo through his mind like daggers, slicing away each coherent thought that attempts to surface. He’s going to fucking die and Derry is going to forget him. His teachers, his friends, his parents will all forget little Richie Tozier just as quickly as they’d forgotten the countless other missing kids. 

[hastodosomething]

@deathsdesiign

“You think maybe it’s a little stereotypical; the fact that you like walking around at night by yourself? Kinda eerie.” But there’s a smile on his lips, so Scott’s not really so bothered. He’s teasing him -- teasing death. 

[singersonlydaughter]

@deathsdesiign

Cold was something she was used to. Sitting outside on the porch while the chill of midwest winter settled into her bones, numbing her to the core. Funny how that was the only time she felt real, alive even. Her heart would pick up, and the rush of blood would fill her head as a reminder that she was human.

She wondered to herself, if that same sensation could be felt when kissing him. To feel death’s cold lips on hers, and his icy fingers over her skin. 

“Is it true you can’t touch people or they die?”

[sarcasmdefenseex-blog]

@deathsdesiign;;

“ I was just trying to make things less awkward. By joking. Probably not the wisest decision considering where we are though..”

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[sitnaturae-archived]

@deathsdesiign

“You never come see me anymore. Have you forgotten me?”

[ryves]

@deathsdesiign replied to your post: “grundy thinks he is going away now”...

Nooooo y u do this to me

because i’m crying actual literal legitimate tears

[eslavida]

deathsdesiign

  i kind of feel…like i want a new fc for vidal? i’m...

oooooh �� �� �� ��

TO BE FAIR because of what he is, vidal could literally look like anyone. and he may go by he/him pronouns, but he feels no discomfort being in a female’s body, either.

[singersonlydaughter]

@deathsdesiign

“My dad used to joke with me that Death always loved me, followed me wherever I went.”

“By the age of twelve I had seen four people die in front of me, three bled out. Now, I kill on occasion. I’m thinking I must be one of your favorite people.”

[warningisms-blog]

@shieldpawn, @hittcr,@fxxtballsajoke, @argentsniper, @deathsdesiign

          “i think i can take care of myself.” 

[addercll-blog]

@deathsdesiign cont. x

His lips quirked at the edges, glad that he’d gotten a bit of a rise out of.. death. “I gotta ask though, did you like see my face and then snap to yourself like ‘that one! I want that one!’ or was it like. ‘I’ll just make a face’ and then wopsie twins.” There was genuine curiosity in warm brown eyes spiked with sun beams of gold.

[scarredanger-archived-blog]

mortimer  ‘   mort   ’   wynter  aesthetic  for  @deathsdesiign

you  leave  footprints  of  decay .   no  plant  may  live  where  you  have  walked .