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ex-hunter-scarlet:

mistresslanyanox:

ex-hunter-scarlet:

mistresslanyanox:

ex-hunter-scarlet:

mistresslanyanox:

ex-hunter-scarlet:

mistresslanyanox:

"Tell me, sweet. What’s your name? And why haven’t we met before?" Lon smirked, eying the woman from tip to top. He exhaled the smoke from his cigarette. His dark brown eyes lingered over every curve until they met hers.

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"It’s Scarlet." Came the cool reply to words that were so commonly spoken and leaned against the chaise lounge chair. "And I’m guessing the reason why is due to the fact that you’ve never stepped foot in a place like this before."

Lon chuckled. “I’ve had my share, sweet. I’ve had my share.” He stepped towards her casually. The vampire stuck his cigarette in his mouth again. “Well, Scarlet,” the cigarette bounced as he talked. "You do this… often?”

"Had your share of what?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow as she watched the man stalk closer to her. "I do this when I need to." Pushing herself up she leaned in close."What about you? Do you do this often?"

The man took his cigarette from his mouth, exhaling the smoke away from her. Lon leaned into her, his lips hovering over her ear. “I’m not here for the reason you think.” He growled lowly. His eyes lingered down over her bare neck. The vampire inhaled her scent, his mouth watering.

The smell of smoke lingered in the room, it wasn’t overpowering but it was muting the smell of perfume. When he leaned into her person space her eyes moved to keep track of his hand. “So you didn’t come here for drinks then?” She quipped back playfully. 

The vampire finished his cigarette and flicked it down, stepping on it with his heel. “I’m wise enough to never refuse a drink when it’s offered.” He smirked and pulled back, making eye contact with her again. “Are you offering?” His eyes flickered hungrily.

Her eyes followed the movement of the cigarette and frowned slightly when the man stomped it out. As she gazed up to meet the man’s eyes, Scarlet felt a shiver run down her spine.  “What would you like to drink? You don’t look like a beer man.”

“No, I’m not.” He murmured. His hand reached up and closed around her wrist. Lon strolled backwards casually, pulling her Wyeth him. His lips twitched in anticipation. “You have everything I need.” In an instant, the vampire had pulled her around, pinning her to the wall. He stroked her hair, laughing. “All I have to do is take it.” He dropped his smirk and narrowed his eyes. The vampire hunched his shoulders. Playtime was over.

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ex-hunter-scarlet:

mistresslanyanox:

ex-hunter-scarlet:

mistresslanyanox:

ex-hunter-scarlet:

mistresslanyanox:

"Tell me, sweet. What’s your name? And why haven’t we met before?" Lon smirked, eying the woman from tip to top. He exhaled the smoke from his cigarette. His dark brown eyes lingered over every curve until they met hers.

image

"It’s Scarlet." Came the cool reply to words that were so commonly spoken and leaned against the chaise lounge chair. "And I’m guessing the reason why is due to the fact that you’ve never stepped foot in a place like this before."

Lon chuckled. “I’ve had my share, sweet. I’ve had my share.” He stepped towards her casually. The vampire stuck his cigarette in his mouth again. “Well, Scarlet,” the cigarette bounced as he talked. "You do this… often?”

"Had your share of what?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow as she watched the man stalk closer to her. "I do this when I need to." Pushing herself up she leaned in close."What about you? Do you do this often?"

The man took his cigarette from his mouth, exhaling the smoke away from her. Lon leaned into her, his lips hovering over her ear. “I’m not here for the reason you think.” He growled lowly. His eyes lingered down over her bare neck. The vampire inhaled her scent, his mouth watering.

The smell of smoke lingered in the room, it wasn’t overpowering but it was muting the smell of perfume. When he leaned into her person space her eyes moved to keep track of his hand. “So you didn’t come here for drinks then?” She quipped back playfully. 

The vampire finished his cigarette and flicked it down, stepping on it with his heel. “I’m wise enough to never refuse a drink when it’s offered.” He smirked and pulled back, making eye contact with her again. “Are you offering?” His eyes flickered hungrily.

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ex-hunter-scarlet:

mistresslanyanox:

ex-hunter-scarlet:

mistresslanyanox:

"Tell me, sweet. What’s your name? And why haven’t we met before?" Lon smirked, eying the woman from tip to top. He exhaled the smoke from his cigarette. His dark brown eyes lingered over every curve until they met hers.

image

"It’s Scarlet." Came the cool reply to words that were so commonly spoken and leaned against the chaise lounge chair. "And I’m guessing the reason why is due to the fact that you’ve never stepped foot in a place like this before."

Lon chuckled. “I’ve had my share, sweet. I’ve had my share.” He stepped towards her casually. The vampire stuck his cigarette in his mouth again. “Well, Scarlet,” the cigarette bounced as he talked. "You do this… often?”

"Had your share of what?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow as she watched the man stalk closer to her. "I do this when I need to." Pushing herself up she leaned in close."What about you? Do you do this often?"

The man took his cigarette from his mouth, exhaling the smoke away from her. Lon leaned into her, his lips hovering over her ear. “I’m not here for the reason you think.” He growled lowly. His eyes lingered down over her bare neck. The vampire inhaled her scent, his mouth watering.

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miketooch:

samandriel:

amandakaskey:

beingapotterheadisawesome:

I don’t know if I should cry or cry

maybe cry

have you tried crying

Little Harry’s face is like “I don’t know if this is going to be as fun and whimsical as it seems…”

And then grown-up Harry’s just like “I fucking knew it.”



ixto:

mistresslanyanox:

Being lifted caused the vampire to be hit with a new wave of dizziness. She pressed her hands to her head, trying to steady herself. “Lenore… and I have had our differences… but she… wouldn’t…” as she spoke, she became less certain. The Mistress decided to let it drop for now. “I have a home. A couple blocks away. On Stonewall. 1480.” The scent of the man was unusual but it was the least of her concerns at the moment.

           “Stonewall, 1480,” he repeated as he took pace toward her house. The silence of the night unnerved him, especially with the living being in his arms. The only heart beat he could hear, and the only energy he could discern being his own, Ixto did his best to keep the shivers unnoticeable.

           As he approached, Ixto glanced once over his shoulder to be sure that they had come alone, and he was not being followed by more of her kind. For all he knew, this was a trap, and she was simply luring him back to her nest.

           “Hang tight, my dear,” he told her as he pushed his way into the home.

Her head bobbed back over his arm as she lost consciousness for a moment. The jerk against her door and his voice alerted her once more. She shook in his arms. “Upstairs… second door. To..” She struggled, her voice thick. “To the right.”

The Mistress gestured towards the stairs on the left of the entrance way. The staircase swept up and around, circling back over the entryway. It was a chestnut red wood stain. The spires in the railing were all hand-carved. Each depicting a twisted vine with rose blooms.

The room she guided him to was a cozy bedroom. A queen size bed, complete with canopy and curtains lay in the center. Two slender windows lined the far wall. Thin marble slates acted as shutters. They could swing and lock into place, covering the windows completely.

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ex-hunter-scarlet:

mistresslanyanox:

"Tell me, sweet. What’s your name? And why haven’t we met before?" Lon smirked, eying the woman from tip to top. He exhaled the smoke from his cigarette. His dark brown eyes lingered over every curve until they met hers.

image

"It’s Scarlet." Came the cool reply to words that were so commonly spoken and leaned against the chaise lounge chair. "And I’m guessing the reason why is due to the fact that you’ve never stepped foot in a place like this before."

Lon chuckled. “I’ve had my share, sweet. I’ve had my share.” He stepped towards her casually. The vampire stuck his cigarette in his mouth again. “Well, Scarlet,” the cigarette bounced as he talked. "You do this… often?”

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stylish-bitch:

reikaoki:

imthezombiequeen:

alishalovescats1701:

crimsonclad:

five-boys-with-accents:

Eeyore is just one of those characters that you wanna scoop up and hug forever.

One awesome thing about Eeyore is that even though he is basically clinically depressed, he still gets invited to participate in adventures and shenanigans with all of his friends. And they never expect him to pretend to feel happy, they just love him anyway, and they never leave him behind or ask him to change.

Oh

oh

And he does feel happy, though. He can be happy. He just doesn’t show it as much as the others do.
There was a whole episode about that - Piglet sees him sitting on a hilltop and thinks he’s sadder than usual, and does all he can to cheer him up. Nothing works and the next day he’s back on the hill, and Piglet apologizes because he thinks in trying to help, he just made him sad again and ”I don’t come here when I’m sad. I come up here because I’m happy.”

There’s just something about that…

Eeyore was my nickname growing up, this post hit a very personal note.

My muse vanished over a year ago without a trace. One day, they suddenly appear infront of your muse. They show no memory of past relationships and are holding an already bloodied weapon, their whole being seems twisted. What does your muse do?



3rd-year-idols:

Bonus: What happens when they suddenly attack?

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