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she’s just a devil woman with evil on her mind !

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quick list of all my active blogs at the moment: 

@amoire // vampire oc. active.  @caravagias // demon oc. active.  @neutrins​ // space/star wars oc. active. @divinechoke // gabrielle de lioncourt, vampire chronicles.  active. 

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*:･ﾟ 🔪   ‵ MACAEBRE:

caravagias / 💀 / pvris : mind over matter .

❝        my  tongue's  acquired  tolerance  for  tastes  i  couldn't  stand .        ❞

A RAISED BROW TILTING her head to the side.     ❝ i take it you don’t have a sweet tooth then ? ❞    her eyebrow doesn’t lower , not yet anyway.  she’s curious now , and it was rare that mortals interested her.  she wanted to know more , but she would wait for the woman to speak.  she was sure it would be ---- at the very least interesting and she could live with interesting.  at least for now. 

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Casino Royale (2006) - Solange

She was so ridiculously gorgeous, my god. That dress and that hair and those lips and eyes *____* Their scene together in the hotel was just ovaries.gif

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*:･ﾟ 🔪   ‵ OHFIENDANGELICAL:

Despite himself, he begins to feel slightly more at ease. Perhaps it’s the motherly tone, or the smile, or maybe it’s the way she speaks to him conspiratorially, as though the two of them are in on a secret that the rest of the world is entirely unaware of. Whatever it is, it’s working — though he will take care to proceed with caution. She is much more powerful than he is, and there is nothing that unnerves him more than losing his status as the most powerful one in the room.

Leaving with her would probably be a bad move. He shouldn’t. He still does not know her motives, and the little knowledge he does have is what made him a nervous, stuttering fool. She could be dangerous. 

But, in the end, Zero will always be Zero, and despite his anxieties, despite his common sense, he finds himself wanting to take her up on her offer. This party is dull, he is bored, and being murdered by a demon is at least an exciting way to spend the remainder of his night.

Eyes wander toward Angelo, always in his mask, talking to people who look both important and unapproachable, and then toward Ivy, who is pretending to be amused by some young gentleman’s joke. They don’t need him here, they won’t miss him. He’ll shoot Ivy a text to say he’s leaving and see what happens from there.

          ❛   Nah, I mean, no, no. I don’t need to stay here. What did you have in mind?    ❜

 OH SHE IS DANGEROUS but not to him.  he’s something to be harnessed , not murdered.  it’s unlikely he’ll ever leave his other agent , but the least she can do is try.  an attempt to gain more power than she already had. greed was something she rarely touched herself , but it was something that was easily manipulated in others.  people --- mortals were GREEDY for fame , greedy for money and love.  and she could give them all three.  was it fair that she wanted a little more than she was given.  

she wouldn’t hurt him , but she could try and tip the skills to her favor.  whether or not she would be successful was another story.  her smile is gentle , motherly seemed to work with him and she would like for it to stay that way.  the last thing she wanted was his wrath.  that would not work for her.  

her hand finds his shoulder once he speaks , and she gently holds onto it.  enough pressure to be firm , but easily removable if he so wished for the contact to stop.  she’s  excited now , as if a whole new world had opened for her.  

she did love her job , how DESPERATE they could be , but was it so bad that she wanted more ?  demons were creatures of sin after all , it wasn’t wrong for her to give into her OWN greed.     ❝ how about to a bar where they actually serve good alcohol ?  they play this as if it were expensive , but it’s cheap. ❞

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Dusty Springfield - Spooky

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      ❝ foolish question probably , but would you like to commit a murder today , or would you rather just stay here and drink wine with me ? ❞     SHE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT the answer would be , but the question is said casually , robe tugged around herself a little more as she reclines on a chair , though one of her legs was still completely on display.  she had never really cared about nudity , she was too old for that and there was a reason she’d been thought a slattern when she was mortal.  though she still had been the one to inherit the family fortune when her husband of the time had sadly died of poisoning on a trip to sardenia.  she hadn’t been good , even when she’d been mortal.  

adelyn , however was rather interesting and she couldn’t help but enjoy her company ever since she’d found her making quite a mess out of what she assumed had once been a man.  a quick clean up , and then a trip to her apartment to clean herself up and they had been friendly since.  especially after maria made it known that she wasn’t going to turn her in.  that would just be foolish considering what maria was.      ❝ either way , i would cherish it if you would kiss me , adelyn. ❞    bold words , but they had done that and more before.  it was just something rarely discussed.  hopefully that would change now.         *:･ﾟ 🔪   ‵ @ensavaged​ liked for a starter. 

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big ass list of dynamics for maria that i really really want:

mother and daughter.

really close friends who kiss sometimes but truly no romo.

friends w/ benefits.

murder friends.

‘hey i took your soul once, but we’re still friends’.

maria’s personal assistant who doesn’t mind the murder and generally bad stuff that happens. 

hateship.

friends to enemies.

enemy to friend to lover. 

some romance pls.

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she’s just a devil woman with evil on her mind !

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*:･ﾟ 🔪   ‵ BIRDHUMS:

                               ‘     THAT  WAS  EITHER  A  REALLY  WEIRD  DRUG  DEAL  OR  …  no  ,  no  ,  that  was  just  a  weird  deal  ,  wasn’t  it  ?  you  look  too  CLASSY  to  be  a  dealer  .  or   ..  you’re  just  what  they  look  like  in  new  york  these  days  …  ?     ’

@caravagias      /     liked   .

 WELL , SHE’S GLAD THAT her horns were hidden if she’s going to be interrupted by someone who was REALLY into latex.  arms cross over her chest and she’s sighing slightly.  how rude !  pot calling kettle , thank you very much.  she never really took well to insults , and being called a drug dealer ?  an insult.  she had CLASS thank you very much.      ❝ just a weird deal.  no drugs involved. ❞     she’s still confused as to why this was happening.  she’d just paid off a blackmailer.  

she knew what he looked like , so he would be dead later today , body found dismembered and ruined beyond recognition.  maybe she would let the hounds play fetch with him , she was unsure yet as to how she would make him suffer for making a client suffer.  however being accosted by a man in latex wasn’t exactly what she had PLANNED for.  hopefully she could just flirt her way out of this one.      ❝ i don’t need to do drugs to have a good time. ❞

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*:･ﾟ 🔪   ‵ OHFIENDANGELICAL:

He accepts the champagne and once again downs it too quickly, wishing parties like this would at least be kind enough to keep something stronger in the back for those who needed it. He could use some whiskey right about now, liquid courage to burn his throat and remind him who he is. 

It’s so bad that, for a moment after her little comment, he finds himself uncharacteristically flustered, mouth ajar, stuttering. Normally, Zero is the type to flash a wink and a smile, shamelessly purring how correct that assumption is, maybe even flirting and offering a proposition ever-so-scandalously — but now his mind is filled with static again and he is at a loss.

        ❛   Oh, um, I — I mean —   ❜

He realizes he’s avoiding eye contact and forces himself to look at her, taking note of her pleasantness, her pretty smile. Relax. She doesn’t mean you any harm, not here, not now.

      ��   ❛   Boys, too,   ❜          he eventually manages, finally saying something that suited him, though the awkwardness still makes him sound shy.

Fuck, he already needs another drink.

IT’S ALL SO AMUSING with how quickly she was able to put him on edge  --- how nervous he became in her presence.  he must have upset others to make it so , but hurting him was not on the cards.  especially not in PUBLIC where they were both revered.      ❝ good.  that’s befitting of your heritage.  i would be upset if it were otherwise. i’m sure all would. ❞    

in her need to calm his nervousness  ( even though she did find them slightly amusing )  she’s started to sound motherly.  a habit she is yet to crack , but one that often helped rather than hindered.  no one would think she was the reason that they were going to go to hell.  she was the AGENT.  she was the one who booked their jobs , put herself on the line to make sure that they got the jobs they deserve.  she was the one who swept their little indiscretions under the carpet.  she had their best interests at heart.  

at least that was what they thought.  idiots.  they made it so easy.  she wondered if his agent was mortal.  she doubted it if he had cravings like she would think he would. like her own sons have had.  a diet of blood and gore.      ❝ it’s quite easy to have fun in this town.  they’re all so weak --- don’t you think ? ❞      a pause and then she’s smiling at him.  hopefully this would make him completely relax.   

      ❝  it’s been a few hours.  how about we leave to go somewhere else nicer ?  unless you are obliged to stay for a while longer ? ❞

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*:･ﾟ 🔪   ‵ OHFIENDANGELICAL:

Eyes sharply flickered to his   ( now rather tense )   shoulder when she touched him, and for a moment his mind was full of nothing but panicked static. He was only marginally soothed when she spoke, but it was still enough to get him fully functioning again, even if the olive branch she appeared to be offering was fake. 

With some difficulty, he relaxed his muscles, fingertips drumming against the now-empty champagne glass in his hand. He offered something akin to a smile, but not quite, studying her with careful eyes.

         ❛   I wasn’t worried at all.   ❜

Well, fuck, she would see right through that. 

         ❛   I mean, you’ve gotta be. I’ve heard nothing but glowing praise surroundin’ your name.   ❜

She would still see through him, but flattery, he found, often worked in his favor.

OH.  HE’S SCARED OF her.  that wasn’t something she was expecting but for now she’ll let it slide.  doesn’t have any reason to use it to her advantage --- yet.  that could still happen as she watches him , pulling away her hand after she lets it linger for a little while.  a waiter walks towards them and maria is quick to grab two more flutes of champagne , handing one to zero.  she’s sure he needs it.     ❝ really ? ❞     of course she doesn’t believe him. 

she’d be stupid to , but she won’t bring it up.  she’s being nice and it might come in handy to be on his good side. and she’d like to see what his smile was like.  she’s sure it’s nice.  a hum and she’s sipping on her new glass of champagne , lipstick leaving a mark on the glass.

     ❝ of course.  nothing like a bit of bedevilment to grease the hollywood wheel.  it’s easy.  kill someone here , get someone fired there and put my own clients in. ❞   a smile.     ❝ i wouldn’t be in this industry as long as i have been otherwise. ❞      another smile.     ❝ how are things going for you ?  zero , cult movie star and everything.  i’m sure that there’s many a girl who moans your name. ❞     a bit crude , but it WAS true.  

and maybe he would relax a little.  he was so uptight she couldn’t believe. 

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*:･ﾟ 🔪   ‵ OHFIENDANGELICAL:

                 +   @caravagias.

He’s heard the name, of course. He’s seen her face. He’s read the headlines. She is a woman of importance in this city. But he’s never actually had the opportunity to meet her before, and so it takes him by surprise to feel a rather dark energy emanating from where she so-very-elegantly stands. 

It certainly isn’t the champagne. 

She makes eye contact with him. He knocks back his entire glass, knowing that she must know, and that, knowing that, she must know he knows. Zero hopes that she is at least one of the friendly ones. It would be terribly inconvenient to be dragged back to Hell this evening. 

SHE’S THE BEST AGENT in town , hundreds of clients begging to hear any word that fell from her lips.  attending events was common for her.  it was a good way for her to try and SNATCH other peoples clients.  she was in demand.  she was IMPORTANT.  she knew she looked good , for once wearing a dress rather than a pant or skirt suit.  

it hugged every single inch of her body.  after all she wanted to impress and if she got a proper feed this evening she wouldn’t be angry.  it was a good life to live and she lived it vigorously. it would be a sin to do otherwise.

maria can’t help but be amused by his reaction.  how UNCOMFORTABLE he was all of a sudden.  a smirk has formed upon ruby red lips and she’s quick to walk up to him , hand moving to rest upon his shoulder , as if they were OLD FRIENDS.      ❝ i always thought that hollywood was hell , i didn’t think that it would be taken quite literally. ❞    it’s murmured in his ear , a smile upon her features now.  it’s smug.  incredibly smug.      ❝ don’t worry.  i can be friendly. ❞

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HIS TOUCH IS ALWAYS gentle , it’s not quite something she can get used to , not yet at least.  maria knew she would , in time and it wasn’t as if they had anything but time.  they were both immortal creatures.  he had more morals than her , but he didn’t judge her for that , didn’t care that she was a hellbeast , that she had children who were just as morally corrupt as she.  and yet he didn’t CARE , he just liked her kindness , the way she spoke to him.  they had become odd bedfellows and now trying to imagine a life without him was hard.  

it hurt.  it hurt and she didn’t want that , couldn’t LIVE with that.  maria is quick to crawl into his lap , to grasp hands over his mossy cheeks and just stare at him for a few moments.  he would probably find it odd , but she didn’t care.  she just needed to look — needed to see.  he would be able to hear her heart racing , full of black blood and bile but it beat for HIM.  she was in love and that scared her but that wouldn’t stop her from pushing lips against his , desperate and NEEDY.  

she keeps it that way before she’s resting her forehead against his as she continues to hold him.  they were alone , she knew that much but she didn’t really care , words whispered for his benefit.  not that she thought he would care that much either.      ❝ no one can see us , sweetheart.  it’s just you and me. ❞   a pause , looking at him.     ❝ i love you. ❞    *:･ﾟ 🔪   ‵ @svvampthing sent a 💓 for a heated kiss. 

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i asked her how do you kill a king she laughed  who still believes in kings?

and it sounded like his final gasp  | kmp

((for @nepenthenet‘s prompt “how to kill a king”))