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her teasing her kills on my brain. jess luvs a cat n mouse scenario bc she gets bored

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Is her Stanley filled with water or blood? 🤔

in a way it's both ❤️🩸🥤

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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

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being an adult with a full time job takes away from my thinking about my oc time and i never write hcs anymore when i used to post like 600 times a day with little stupid facts about her . growing up is terrible. i guess it's a good thing jessie is like 26 forever

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jess likes drinking from other vampires more than humans . while human is fine and needed to survive , she enjoys drinking from other vampires the most especially if they're a lot older than her. kinda like wine !!

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what color or pattern is on her stanley?

something cutesy like this :-) i don't think she's into anything overly flashy or bedazzled, but maybe she'd add charms to it since she's already got keychains on her purses !!

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things jessie likes :

heart shaped sunglasses

white sundresses, denim shorts, cowgirl boots

drinking blood out of a stanley cup or tumbler

riding her horse , bullseye

baking pies out of other vampires' lazy kills and making money !! <3

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happy wednesday from me & this girl who loves her horse !!

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This  collection  features  lines  from  Hannibal  by  Thomas  Harris,  perfect  for  sparking  dynamic  interactions.  Use  these  starters  to  inspire  scenes  across  a  variety  of  genres,  including  psychological  drama,  suspense,  or  dark  romance.  Feel  free  to  adjust  to  help  craft  your  scene.

“He  lives  down  in  a  cave.  Somewhere  in  the  darkness.”

“Problem-solving  is  hunting;  it  is  savage  pleasure,  and  we  are  born  to  it.”

“Discourtesy  is  unspeakably  ugly  to  me.”

“Nothing  happened  to  me.  I  happened.  You  can’t  reduce  me  to  a  set  of  influences.”

“The  tragedy  is  not  to  die,  but  to  be  wasted.”

“He  was  like  a  tree  growing  in  a  forest  of  acid  rain.”

“When  the  fox  hears  the  rabbit  scream,  he  comes  running.  But  not  to  help.”

“Would  they  have  you  crawling  in  the  dirt?”

“Tell  me,  would  you  ever  say  to  me,  'Stop.  If  you  loved  me,  you'd  stop'?”

“Do  you  believe  you  could  change  me  the  way  I’ve  changed  you?”

“In  life,  he  often  dreamed  of  death.  In  death,  he  dreamed  of  life.”

"We  all  begin  by  coveting  what  we  see  every  day.”

“What  is  left  in  you  to  love?”

“Whenever  feasible,  one  should  always  try  to  eat  the  rude.”

“Cruelty  is  a  gift  humanity  has  given  itself.”

“We  assign  a  moment  to  act,  and  then  later  see  it  was  made  for  us.”

“You  would  think  such  men  would  inspire  dread.  They  don’t.  They  inspire  embarrassment.”

“Better  the  hurt  that  leads  to  healing  than  comfort  that  leads  to  decay.”

“Which  is  worse,  do  you  think:  to  carry  food  in  your  belly  that  might  kill  you  or  to  starve  to  death?”

“The  boundaries  of  courtesy  were  faint  and  he  crossed  them  without  hesitation.”

“He  is  both  the  hunter  and  the  thing  being  hunted.”

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lurking & pinteresting, i have zero spoons tonight for drafts but feel free to send some memes or like my starter call so i can dig into them during the weekend <3

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like this for something small ??

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the  intimacy  of  hands.

[ win ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s neck and rest their forehead against the receiver’s own for a close congrats or excitement at something. [ brush ]  –  for the sender’s muse to give the receiver’s muse a passing touch along the shoulder’s / back as they walk by. [ hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to hold the receiver’s muse by the face / neck gently and brush their thumbs along their cheeks to get them to focus on them. [ passing confidence ]  –  for the sender’s muse brush their finger’s against the receiver’s muse’s hand, too scared to hold their hand. [ intertwine ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and kiss the back of their hand. [ intertwine & kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and kiss the back of their hand. [ intertwine & hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and hold them during an emotional moment to reassure them. [ wrap ]  –  for the sender’s muse to casually wrap their arms around the receiver’s neck and lean on their shoulder from behind. [ palm kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the palm of receiver’s hand. [ hand kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the back of the receiver’s hand. [ lay ]  –  for the sender’s muse to lay next to the receiver and lay their hand in the receiver muses’ hand. [ reassure ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place their hand over the receiver’s in a moment of stress and squeeze reassuringly. [ squeeze ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place their hands on the receiver’s shoulders from behind, and offer a reassuring / affirming squeeze before moving on. [ pluck ]  –  for the sender to pluck a foreign object ( twig / leaf / etc. ) out of the receiver muses’ hair. [ play ]  –  for the sender’s muse to run their hand up the receiver’s shoulder and play with the hair at the base of their neck as a means of comfort. [ rub ]  –  for the sender muse to rub up and down the receiver’s back / shoulder as a means of comfort. [ shoulder ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s shoulder to comfort them, or stop them. [ hug ]  –  for the sender’s muse to drag the receiver’s muse into a tight hug by the back of the neck, and play with their hair at the base of their neck in order to comfort them. [ shock ]  –  for the sender to recoil a bit in shock at how quick the receiver latches onto them in a moment of high emotion, before returning the affections. [ cup ]  –  for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver’s face, and brush their thumb along the receiver’s cheek. [ hair ]  –  for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the receiver’s face. [ hair & lean ]  –  for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the face, and lean in slowly for a kiss. [ cup & kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver muses’ face during an incredibly passionate and long overdue kiss. [ what a rush ]  –  for the long long overdue kiss to end, only for the sender to rest their head on the receiver’s, and comment “do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” [ no tears ]  –  for the sender to cup the receiver’s face and brush away their tears with their thumbs. [ no tears & kiss ]  –  for the sender to cup the receiver’s face and brush away their tears with their thumbs & kiss the receiver’s forehead. [ stumble ]  –  for the sender’s muse to catch and help the receiver’s muse keep balance. [ shudder ]  –  for the sender to shudder a little at some gentle touch from the receiver. [ nononono! ]  –  for the sender to hold the receiver’s head / face while they’re injured, brush their thumb along their cheeks & refuse to accept that the receiver is dying. [ acceptance ]  –  for the sender & receiver to sit / lay somewhere in acceptance of their ends together. in a final act of closeness, the sender places their hand in the receiver’s own.

[ prompt ] + reverse  –  to reverse any of the prompts !

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like this for something small ??

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i am grateful to anyone and everyone who's ever shown interest in my girl or who has written with me throughout the years. i am not the best at being social ooc and whatever but thanks for sticking around.

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apocalypse , scifi , and/or survival plots ?

wanting to do some things with human jess (or even her npc cast of characters if the vibe doesn't work for her specifically !! ) <3

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This reads as a game. One that she doesn't mind playing as there are no chess pieces with ulterior motives or a cop waiting outside his door just waiting to catch either one of them in the act of something unholy. If anything, the danger lies beneath their shared bond, their shared intrigue of one another. He is as interesting as he puts forth, and though the human suit he wears is a mask to his true nature, one she's witnessed behind walls and heard from miles with one tune of her fine ear — Hannibal is something and someone that Jessie thinks she can get used to.

"It was a little like eatin' healthy, Doc , and I got a sweet tooth." Jessie remarks, licking her lips once more as she puts more distance between the two of them, backside resting against the table as she crosses left foot over the other. it's said in jest, his blood tastes like food from a fancy restaurant, a meal prepared precisely and with care, and Jessie could understand how much effort he puts in from one drop alone. Jessie knows better than to fuel a man's ego with this kind of compliment, so she leaves it at that, fixing her flowing white dress as her gaze casts downward, zeroing in on the little holes she left in his sleeve.

There's a moment of silence as she contemplates her next move. The nonchalantness of their interaction has her on her heels, but she throws out a line.

"Do you want to taste mine?"

The sessions they conducted were characterized by a deliberate focus on her past, revealing the intricacies of a life that appeared idyllic yet was, in truth, fraught with turmoil. Hannibal found a certain satisfaction in listening to her recount the various challenges posed by her family dynamics, a discrepancy to the absence of such connections in his own upbringing. He was an orphan, hardly smothered by anything other than the charred remains of his house with the ongoing conflicts in his war scarred home. Although he endeavored to distance himself from the haunting memories of his youth, he found himself irresistibly drawn to excavating the narratives buried within her experiences.

As her story unfolded with greater intricacy, it became increasingly clear to him that she was not merely an average individual. Far from it. Any prudent psychiatrist might have deemed it wise to terminate the therapeutic relationship at this juncture; however, Jessie’s eccentricities rendered her a captivating subject—a proposition not without its inherent risks.

This realization began to manifest as he subtly shifted his arm, his fist curling instinctively as he produced his pocket square with a swift, flick of his wrist. Her fangs managed to pierce through his suit and into his skin—she got her taste of him.

"Curious to know just how I taste," he remarked, carefully securing the cloth around his injured arm with an air of contemplation. "I am very particular with what I put in my body." As a 'old friend' once said, everyone gets got. It would be only a matter of time before he was the one being consumed.

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There was only so much heartbreak Jess can stomach before she gets annoyed with herself and those around her. It's gotten better, at least to Jessie — but she's still stitching up a broken heart of a relationship that died way too long ago for it to still matter. Nevertheless, Jessie is just as broken as every other person that sits at this bar to drink their feelings away.

Was there a point of interjecting her own woes to a woman she wouldn't see again?

Perhaps that's the appeal of it all. Comfort. Validation, if she wants to get more specific.

Lashes bat against the apples of her cheeks, a small shrug paired with her chin resting on her palm.

"I got left at the altar. Ain't nothin' you haven't seen before on a soap opera." Jessie jokes, a small laugh leaving her parted lips. "But I'm still kickin'." Apart from the obvious vampire drama, she's been doing okay for the most part. "And so will you. You're pretty, whoever's got your head like this is missin' out." Jessie takes another drink from her cup, sighing contently. This night didn't need to be dreary forever. Sliding from the barstool, Jess flattens her dress before smiling at the other woman.

"My name is Jessie. You wanna dance?" The redhead points to the crowd behind them.

Cami could pinpoint so many moments along the journey to this moment that she could have went the other way --- saved herself wondering what would happen next, saved herself pain, both physical and mental. She could have been blissfully free of this.

But at what cost?

That was why she was half drunk, because she knew that she didn't like the answer to that particular question.

"Unfortunately," Cami echoed, realizing that the other woman was right. Maybe it was futile to pretend that she would have made another choice. She might have always ended up here.

She played with the rim of her glass. "Right now, I am thinking that falling in love was a mistake but that might just be the alcohol talking." She looked at her companion. "But you're right. I can't change what happened but I can take control of what happens next." She gave a tiny smile. "Sorry that love kicked you in the ass too, by the way."