@dhmpire asked : ‘ when was the last time you slept? ’ gimme ur ocs right now

                                                        𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲. 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴.

             (     stupid  fucking  halfling  .   always  poking  their  NOSE  where  it  doesn't  belong  .   annoyance  surges  in  you  like  undercurrent  in  the  ocean  that  seems  STILL   ,   ready  to  pull   them  under  at  a  moment's  notice  until  all  the  little  lights  of  HAPPINESS  and  humanity  that  surrounds  them  is  snuffed  out  like  poorly  lit  MATCH   .   you're  a  bitter  one  ,   even  now  .   call  yourself  inhuman   ,   call  yourself  angel  ,   call  yourself  god  ,   but  you  still  draw  the  same  conclusion  at  the  end  of  the  day   ---   envy  .   such  a  human  ,  disgusting  thing  to  FEEL  ,   but  to  know  that  they  did  not  need  worry  about  people  loving  them  and  you  had  no  definition  of  it  before  you  were  engulfed  in  flames   .    so  it  surges  ,  and  pulls  back  ,   like  the  moon  does  the  tide  .   BECAUSE   ,  after  all   ,  you  are  HIS  disciple   .   you  can  hate  the  disgusting  ,  grimy  feeling  crawling  up  your  throat  ,   but  you  are  his  right  hand  for  your  ability  to  swallow  it  and  shut  it  down  before  it  consumes  you   .    )

          SILAS  to  look  up  at  the  other  from  their  POSITION  at  the  table   :  so  full  of  HIS  LOVE   ,   almost  seems  to  shine  demurely  from  them  as  they  blink  once  ,  twice    (     oh   ,   how  you'd  love  to  eat  them  up  WHOLE   just  to  see  them  perish  and  tremble  and  see  how  they  break  .   not   quite  human  ,  not  quite  ,  almost  touching  it  ,   some  slivers  of  humanity  lingering  in  her  touch  ,   has  to  be  ,   with  the  blood  running  through  their  system  ,   LOVE   is  closer  to  humanity  than  you  ever  would  have  been  ,  and  you'd  love  to  scrape  it  out  from  inside  them  with  your  bare  nails  if  given  the  chance  ,  just  to  hear  them  beg  for  you  to  stop  .  or  for  more  .   you're  not  sure  which  one  would  please  you  more  .     )  and  offers  a  plesant  SMILE   .

         slender  fingers  REACH  OUT  to  the  ones  that  rest  on  the  table   ,  watch  as  they  so  easily  press  laptop  CLOSE   (  mind  not  what  was  on  the  screen   ,   little  dhampir  .   let  it  slip  from  your  fingers  like  sand  in  an  hourglass  ;   lest  you  cut  yourself  on  the  very  thing  itself  .   you  ought  to  keep  your  eyes  and  thoughts  to  yourself  when  SILAS  is  around  .   they  might  be  an  angel  ,  but  only  in  name  .   more  like  vehement  sadist  that  has  taken  over  the  wheel  after  HE  has  fallen  prey  to  far  too  many  rum  and  cokes  .    )    and  grab  the  other's  fingers  gently   .   rings  silas  wears  are  eerily  warm   ,  almost  uncomfortably  ,   but  touch  itself  almost  leaves  coldness  that  might  bring  ice  .   but  nonetheless   ,   they  squeeze  love's  hands  like  one  would  a  stuffed  animal   :   afraid  to  break  them  .

       ❛     oh   come  on   ,   pretty  girl   ,    ❜       saccharine  voice  lingers  with  something  brewing  beneath  it  ;   bitter  and  carcinogenic  ,   but  hidden  by  the  sweetness  of  their  touch   as  they  RUB  gentle  circles  into  their  hands  .   dark  eyes  are  heavy  LIDDED   ,   makes  no  effort  to  hide  their  eyes  on  the  other   ,   but  it's  not  something  as  SHALLOW   as  physical  attraction   (   as  you  know  LOVE   to  be  some  kind  of  aesthetically  pleasing  ;  HE'S   gifted  you  sight  and  it's  not  lost  on  them   )   ,   something  a  little  too  dangerous  to  be  wielded  in  seraphim's  gaze   ,  like  ready  to  slice  the  other  open  if  given  the  opportunity   .   but  it's  gone  ,   as  soon  as  it  came   ,   and   the  warmth  of  the  sun  and  GOD   seems  to  emanate   from  them  once  more  ,         ❛     it   doesn't  matter  the  last  time  i  slept  .   it  wasn't  a  good  rest  if  you  weren't  next  to  me   ,   sweetheart  .     ❜       

❛  so  you’ve  been  living  in  denial  all  these  years?    ❜

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clawed nails aimed towards concrete in order to give the end of burning cigarette a gentle flick [ ... ] sending the building tower of ash to the ground while smoke swirled between the pair. ( circling around them beneath the moon and city lights still so lively even at such late hours ) LIKE A VULTURE SEARCHING FOR PREY. their words registered beside her and a blue gaze found them ; corners of painted lips curling into a smile as shoulders gave a small shrug. ❛❛ no biggie. . . i'm a night owl anyway. ❜❜

lipstick smudged filter was brought towards lips once more for a final drag —— before finally being dropped and a fishnet adorned leg would extend. JUST ENOUGH FOR PLATFORM BOOTS TO SMOTHER THE REMAINS. [ ... ] cherry extinguished and blackened streaks left in its wake. ❛❛ think i might even have a few hours still left in me. ❜❜

❝ honestly ? i’m terrified i’m going to have to spend eternity alone. ❞

― 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 . | accepting.

❝ . . . I have feared the same thing many times throughout my immortal life, trust me. As they always say, 'it get's easier'. Ne me fais pas rire. I think that's the only thing you'll get used to your aloneness. My advice (no one was asking for it, Lestat ) is to become better friends with yourself & perhaps small talk whenever possible. Small talk gets a bad wrap, but it's actually a big part of helping break the ice with enormous amount of strangers. It's quite entertaining to know various other people. To be terrified of something at least entails that you do not want it to be so, so do not make it so. ❞ As if everyone was good with conversation & extroverted as he.

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ℌ𝙰𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙾𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄: i am the designer of my own style. 

𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 "𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 + 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎" 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝟿 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜. 

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Lottie didnt have as much time on her hands (despite having the rest of eternity) to watch television and film like she used to. Dealing with life changes of dying and becoming a blood thirsty monster did that. Prowling nights, sleeping days; feasting ; hungering. It took over one's life. Just like now, the vampiress was hunting, stalking the city she once knew - LA - in a part she didnt know well - expensive and rich. Growing up she was used to flickering light posts and holding her pepper spray close. Here, it was far too nice, far too bright even in the dead of night. It was disappointing for the Beast that whispered in her ear. You deserve to feast, Lottie-love. On everything. It made her sick - or was that the hunger?

However, when she spotted the familiar features of the star of one of her favorite dramas Violent Delights, she couldn't help but the rush of s o m e t h i n g. It felt like she was a teenager again, butterfly wings tickling her ribs in genuine excitement. It almost felt like a heartbeat. Starstruck and distracted, Lottie didnt think of her Beast that clawed at the edge of her psyche. No, for a moment, she felt human.

"Oh my gosh, you're Love Park!" she beamed.

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one.  winter howls in, frost and fury, as snow coats the earth. their bodies are bundled in perhaps one too many layers but neither seems to mind as they waddle about in their snow boots carve angel silhouettes into the fluff. its simple and easy, life, the joy of youth. love swipes a curtain of dust in her direction and sungji cries out, whining at the cold that coats her neck and cheeks and nose and eyelashes. they hurry to her side, brushing the snow from her features with mittened hands. by the time her face is revealed, the skin is bright and red, and she feigns a pout despite the smile that tickles at her lips. they both fall into a fit of laughter as she delicately dumps a handful of snow over their heads. they lean in and their lips brush the flakes from her eyes and cheeks and she gazes up at them like the sun greeting the dawn.

two.  middle school is a misery and sungji finds herself dreading the threat of high school. its a looming thing, knowing your fate as you face the mirror, and she hides her fear behind the scowl her brother has helped her fashion, a suit of iron. the whispers don’t stop, they never do, but its more bearable to keep them at bay behind her back than to face them head-on. the confessions have begun, which only seems to add to the ire of her self-elected tormentors, finding new excuses to paint her a villain with every unwanted advance or polite rejection. its graduation day. she’s wearing her best uniform and her unnie yingsu has styled her hair with those pretty flower pins she likes and even a bit of make-up and despite herself, sungji can’t find it in her to feel anything but dread. cameras flash and she fakes as smile and no one will be the wiser. love is waiting by the gate, a bouquet in hand, a welcome surprise. a passing remark catches their ears and they whip to find the source, tongue primed for lashing and a glare to rival any other. she catches them then, her arms trapping them tightly against her and pulling them back to her. her lips press into their cheek and across the bridge of their nose and into the crease of their brow until the glower fades. thank you, she thinks, for everything. they link arms and amble off to find a noodle shop to share celebratory dinner and, for the first time that day, sungji’s smile is very much real.

three.  summer colors the sky a blue so vivid its as if plucked from a canvas, the clouds soft tufts of white and grey against the pure azure backdrop. high school and college has passed and its sungji’s first visit to the united states. she’s abuzz the entire plane ride, despite her many attempts at sleep, and doesn’t budge from her position, a dutiful sage planted at the window. its been years since she’s seen love and written correspondence can only say so much and they chat every week but it isn’t the same- not when they’ve grown so used to quiet afternoons at the cafe and lazy sundays spent tangled in each other’s embrace and shared whispers in the dead of night. they are oceans away and sungji aches and no amount of text messages or emails or hand written letters or video chats can remedy such a thing. the plane touches down and california greets her softer than expected and she anxiously scans the crowd for a incognito actor in dark shades. tufts of pink call out to her as her name rings like wind chimes in her ears and she sprints to greet them, luggage forgotten at their feet as she practically leaps into their arms and plants a kiss squarely on their lips. i’ve missed you, it says, for far too long. the paparazzi post the photos the following morning and for the rest of her visit, she is thoroughly chastised by their manager, yet she doesn’t leave love’s side until her flight home the following month- for which the gossip rags and shutterbugs are exceedingly grateful. the headlines read secret dating scandal, which she and her brother laugh over upon her return.

four.  the voice is shaky and desperate and damn near unrecognizable, but that’s untrue, because sungji would recognize it anywhere. the voice of her best friend, first companion, soulmate. a voice she hasn’t heard in over a year- a voice she feared she would never hear again. when they disappeared, she could not crumble, not when yingsu and takhou were suffering a loss so deep and personal. her siblings needed her, and she them, to keep from collapsing into a thousand fragile pieces... but now, love has returned and the breaking is decidedly less. they speak on the phone for weeks before they find each other. everything is the same, and yet so terrifyingly different. they don’t tell her what happened and she doesn’t ask and they share more tears than she can ever remember having cried in a lifetime. they try to push her away, but she is persistent. constant. enduring. and when they finally break down, together, fractured and decaying in the ways they hadn’t allowed themselves before, she kisses the tears from their eyes and cheeks and nose and lips. its okay, she breathes, i’m here. they stay cradled in each other’s warmth until the pain subsides at least a little.

five.  autumn colors the trees and the sky and the sun and sungji finds herself nostalgic for no reason at all. they’re sharing a simple afternoon in a park where no one recognizes them, sunning beneath an orange and red painted tree. she cradles their head carefully in her lap, one hand stroking at their hair affectionately as the other holds a book, lazily turning the pages with her thumb. they have fallen asleep, the pages of their book hiding their features from the brightness of the midday sun, and she’s distracted by the way the wind caresses their hair. its uncannily warm and she’s grateful for the abatement of winter and the rest of the world seems to putter on, ignoring their existence for the afternoon. there is nothing special about the day, and yet sungji finds herself faithfully memorizing the lines of their forehead and their slow, steady breaths and the weight of their body pressing into hers. as if they are elusive, as if they are apt to disappear. they murmur something sleepily and she gently presses a kiss into the top of their head. don’t go, she begs, i love you.

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@dhmpire​   asked   :   i   know   i’ve   got   a   big   ego,   i   really   don’t   know   why   it’s   such   a   big   deal   though.   //   still   accepting   !

❛   IT’S   ONLY   A   BIG   DEAL   if   you   listen   to   what   other   people   say,   ❜   she   responds   curtly.   arya’s   head   tilts,   narrowing   her   eyes   as   she   takes   a   good   look   at   him.   ❛   you   say   you   have   a   big   ego,   but   .   .   .   ❜   her   gaze   drifts   from   his   head   to   his   feet,   before   settling   on   his   face.   ❛   full   offense,   you   only   scream   CRYBABY   to   me.   ❜

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. (for lucy <3)

* ❬❬   ◝  .   @dhmpire    /    𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰   .

𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙽  𝙾𝙵  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃  ,   𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚃𝚆𝙾  𝙾𝙵  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼  .   lucy  feels  captivated  by  love  ,   drawn  to  their  charm  and  joy  in  a  way  that  she  is  never  surprised  by  .   who  couldn’t  love  them  ,   heaven  knows  ?

“    𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤  𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰  𝔫𝔬𝔱  𝔞  𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣𝔦𝔰𝔥  𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩  𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢  .    ”    she  sighs  ,   leaning  against  their  shoulder  and  choosing  to  adore  the  night  in  her  own  way  .   the  path  of  stars  arches  over  her  head  ,   reflected  in  blood  red  eyes  and  only  matched  by  the  glow  of  the  city  .

lucy  isn’t  sure  of  all  the  details  ,   isn’t  sure  if  she  will ever  be  sure  of  what  cruelty  has  been  dealt  to  her  friend  .   it  turns  her  uneasy  stomach  ,   it  feels  so  wrong  .

“    there  is  a  fundamental  difference  between  taking  by  force  and  receiving  that  which  is  freely  offered  ,    ”    she  coos  ,   lifting  a  cold  hand  and  pressing  it  to  their  cheek  .    “    i  cannot  speak  for  all  ,   but  i  can  for  myself  and  all  that  i  have  let  you  take  of  me  has  been  a  gift  .    ”

she  draws  herself  up  ,   her  knee  resting  affectionately  next  to  his  .   lucy  draws  closer  ,   close  enough  to  kiss  love  over  their  shut  eyelids  .

“    demand  more  ,    ”    she  whispers  .    “    that  is  what  i  demand  .    ”

@dhmpire ​ said  “ it’s okay to disagree, we don’t have to be friends. “ from here !

❛ . . . . that’s uh , one way to put it . . ❜  a pant , hand coming up to wipe sweat & blood ( not hers for once ) from her brow . ❛ you know , for the future , if you're gonna help me with these things ; you can't just point and say " oh there it is , " you'll get us both killed real quick doing that . ❜

—-   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁   for   @dhmpire​  !

     𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  ,   𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃   across  features  that  rarely  wore  such  an  emotion  .               ❝          he  was  tellin'  me  more  and  more  about  some  ᴜꜱᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ  ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ  —-          ❞               there’s  a  pause  ,   head  tilting  to  glance  at  the  other   [   𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘸𝘢𝘴  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳  𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦  𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯  ?   ]   ,               ❝        how  could  he  not  see  i  wasn’t  interested  ?   like  ,   some  people  have  no  common  sense  .          ❞

>>  AN ANSWER FROM 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 FOR 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊

“   i’m sorry i forgot i abide by a contract with god.   ”   /   @dhmpire​

“Oh, so now you’re too HOLY for me?” If nothing else, Tomo appreciates that Love’s excuses are creative. He’s been fobbed off with all kinds of shit and he’d been pretty sure he’d heard it all but, to Love’s credit, this is a new one. It’s not enough to shut Tomo up -- ha, could you imagine? -- but it’s pretty damn interesting. “Y’know, if you want my opinion, and you should, all that means is breaking your contract is, like, sinning or whatever and there’s, like, not much that’s more exciting and sexy than that. Don’t you wanna be a little blasphemous, just for the vibes?”