#edits tag tba.

[grimfate]

with death, it will come as sure as the night, but we will not run ;  no, we live but to fight!  oh, with blood on our hands and dirt on our knees, we'll tear at the ones who brought the disease. 

just a little thank you graphic for @alphateamsfinest for being such a sweet friend and writing partner.  do with it as you will, pal.  xoxo 

[widowshill]

everyone talking about how roger is vicki's uncle if liz is her mom, not enough people talking about how burke could be her dad

[kennergy]

THE MOJO DOJO CASA HOUSE. ; as presented to us &. made real by airbnb.

[fluorescentmortem]

Plotted & closed starter for @storyuntrue

  On a cold night such as tonight, you'd think a woman would be keeping herself wrapped up in her home, bundled under blankets, sleeping or reading a good book to settle down to.

  Oh no, not tonight, however. Tonight was possibly one of the scariest nights of this woman's life. The woman in question: Margaret Hooper. Molly, she preferred. Being currently man ( woman? ) handled by a bloke behind her, her wrists bound behind her back. She hated this. Every bit of it. Being held in front of a large crowd of people — vampires, to her surprise — like a chunk of meat, or something even more valuable. No matter how much she struggled, how many times she tried to get her wrists free and the amount of profanities she spat out ( very unladylike, she knows ), there was no escaping.

  Fuck.

  Her dress beginning to slip down her freckled shoulders, hair unruly from her struggle... Molly honestly thought this could be her end. One man holding her, and the other, whom had just randomly appeared, for God's sake, started talking. Money, her, the highest bidder.

  Hold on. Highest bidder—? Her eyes shot open wide as she looked at this blood sucker with a face that had a mix of fear, shock and disgust ( she didn't know which one she was more ). She was going to be sold to one of these... these... 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 as a blood bank!

  As soon as the bidding began, Molly's heart sunk lower and lower, right into the pit of her stomach, if she had to put it figuratively. She would died tonight. She knew it. Molly Hooper, death by major blood loss. She wouldn't need to sneak or dress up as a man to do her own autopsy, at least. That was the ONLY plus. Numbers were rising higher and higher between the blood suckers, Molly's brown, doe like eyes flicking head to head to try and keep up, to get a glimpse of who could possibly be dragging her home tonight.

  And then... a 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀 high number stood out amongst the rest, which had everyone's heads turning, quick enough to give anyone whiplash. He stood there beside a much shorter man, who was also looking at him with the most bewildered expression. Her eyes drifted toward him then, not being able to really get a good look at who had spoken — of bloody course he had to be so far in the back, if not THE back of the room.

  And with that... the man holding said little auction cleared his throat, pulled at his collar as a bead of sweat dropped down the side of his face as he spoke allowed, ❝The little wench,❞ Molly growled angrily at that, ❝goes to Mister Sherlock Holmes with the clear outstanding offer.❞

[dogsrot]

ASHES OF APPARITIONS : SEASON 2 EPISODE 8 . JUDGEMENT DAY . with the newfound knowledge of his father’s return to San Antonio, fenrir must figure out a way to get rid of him for good in hopes his loved ones stay safe.

[prodigalssun]

𝖨 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾

[disturbnot]

(chews on ash and rags him around like a dog toy before spitting his ragged self onto your doorstep) do you like him

[melien]

[fatalelity]

tav!addison x shadowheart, towards the end of act 2

[ruinedbycatastrophe]

[widowshill]

– You mean you -- – You promised I could tell you the whole story.

dark shadows 101 / sylvia plath, "in the mountains," johnny panic & the bible of dreams / dark shadows 102 / rebecca 1940

[oncecharmed]

❛        The world should have protected you, instead you have been asked to protected it. What an honour. What an injustice.       ❜

PRUE HALLIWELL ENDLESS EDITS: Family (Melinda Halliwell - @halliwhell) & Introspection on being a 'charmed one' ; what their life has become.

[bcrbleue]

josephine edits: 01/?

'I don't deserve this.' She thought. 'I don't deserve to be a bastard.'

But who deserved to be a bastard?

[babyegle]

her smile!

[emcads]

merry winterfest from these two idiots <3  @norringtxn

[nursc-a2]

ENDLESS EDITS OF NURSC ( DON’T REBLOG IF YOU AREN’T @starsallalight / @whenthisstoryends )

I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.