#ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉᵍ �� ᵈᵉˡᶤᵛᵉʳ [answered asks & memes]

[malumxsubest]

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS | accepting !

she stiffened on raven's lap, her fingers that were playing with his hair slowed to a stop yet kept her arms encircled around his shoulders. amelia was silent for a moment, allowing his words to ruminate within her mind before ultimately smiling so genuinely at him. she slid her hands away from his shoulders and cradles his face within her palms as if she was holding something entirely precious. and she was. as his words hung in the air, amelia leaned in close until her rouged painted lips was just a whisper away from his, and breathlessly responded in kind, " oh, Λατρεία μου... " she slotted her lips against his finally, an airy sigh of contentment escaped her. her hands slid down to his chest as she pressed herself against him, deepening the kiss.

↳ @theknifeinyou  asked : ❝ i belong to you. only ever you. ❞ (ravelia)

[malumxsubest]

@thechaoticcform  asked : ❝  aw,  baby.  it’s cute when you’re jealous.  ❞ {{Chaos}}

" jealous of what darling? " she all but coos sardonically, crossing her arms over her chest while regarding him coldly. amelia grows tired from others assuming what she feels. irritating her to the core because they always assume wrong, most of the time.

[malumxsubest]

@kingofthewebxxx  asked : “YOHOOOO”

" hello, darling. you seem a bit chipper this evening. what has gotten you a in such a brightened mood? " amelia inquired as she sat at their designated table at the restaurant of his choosing, watching jim as he made his way over. tonight was the night of their scheduled meeting, a usual occurrence that took place few times a month where they could take a night off from their own businesses and chat uninterrupted.

[malumxsubest]

&. 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝟐 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | always accepting !

the scorching sun steadily made its way down to the horizon, casting the sky with an array of gorgeous colours. it was serene despite the person standing in the centre of the abandoned, levelled town. they were either blissfully unaware or simply didn't give a damn as they devoured the view. hearing the inquiry from another person from behind her, the pallid woman turned her head over her left shoulder and settled her muted lilac-red hues on the stranger with an arched brow. at first she remained quiet, donning an impassive countenance as she observed the other with keen eyes. and the sun continued its descent, the sky darkening ever so slowly.

" a creature torn this town apart after the townspeople and its mayor decided to kill its children. no one survived. not. a. soul. " she finally replied, her words somewhat mellow and soft, before she resumed watching the sky as if she did not view him as a threat.. for now. " why are you here? seems awfully unusual to be in an abandoned town at this hour. "

↳ @vxmpirehunterd : ❛ what happened to this town? ❜

[malumxsubest]

@thenightmareofyourdrems  asked : ❛ Where did you get this? ❜ ~ Corinthian

amelia knew she shouldn't have worn the deep v-back dress this evening... no matter how stunning it was or how it accentuated her figure beautifully. she should have worn lace or something else entirely. she peered over her left shoulder and raised a brow at him, her hands that were busy mixing their drinks hovered momentarily. " now, now, cori, that's quite personal. " she tutted with a light, teasing lilt. " we haven't reached what humans call ' second base ' yet. naughty. " and with that, she resumed preparing their drinks; adding more vodka into her own glass. and ensured she had swept her hair over her shoulders, the long strands cascaded down to her knees, providing a soft, curled cover for her back. now concealing the wretched scar that was once an exit wound that her vessel absolutely refused to stitch itself like new.

" alright, it's my turn to ask a question: why must you devour human eyes? " she inquired lightly as she applied the finishing touches to their drinks before humming pleasantly and turned around to face him again. the glasses now held within her grasp, one in each hand. strolling forward, she offered the glass that had the proper amount of vodka towards him. " and i hope you like a sweet drink with spice. " the spice was habanero. a strawberry habanero cocktail to be exact.

☁️ 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 ☁️ | accepting !

[malumxsubest]

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

Soft OC Asks | accepting !

What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day?

truthful answer? feeding. devouring whatever she can get her hands on. mortals, demons, angels, in-between... if the stress actually was able to overwhelm her, play the cello. she often plays on her cello when she is feeling extreme bouts of emotions, such as stress, and that usually results in harrowing pieces. it's a great coping mechanism because if she did not have one, I'd fear things would not go well for the mortal plane or the other planes of existence.

Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby?

oh she does enjoy a good read. she truly enjoys reading mythology books and copies of ancient texts because since she had lived for so long, she can point out certain points made in the literature that's just load of cack and nonsensical things. but also enjoy the experience of learning something new even for a being like her. she has never stopped learning and evolving when she was birthed into the mortal plane. she yearns to experience many things all while achieving her goals in this life. she has an expansive library within her estate filled with all forms of literature, scrolls, from new and forgotten civilizations she had acquired over time. just so she can devour the text and attain knowledge. she agrees with the whole sentiment of knowledge is power. but I digress. she does have several hobbies. it's mostly in the realm of arts and hunting and marksmanship. she plays the cello and would often create pieces for fun or when she's in a extreme bouts of emotions. she also sketches and paint. her favourite genre(s) of art is baroque and neoclassism as well as romanticism. but sculptures... sculptures such as alexandre cabanel's fallen angel to the works of michaelangelo, gian lorenzo bernini, auguste rodin... and those who are long since forgotten by the old world of her time. her favourite type of sculptures will forever be marble. she is currently trying to master that skill by abiding her time and taking things slow.

Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

considering she does work quite late into the evenings - 1 to 2 am -, amelia will indulge in a lovely warm shower, ridding herself from the stench of humans and other creatures from their deplorable smell from her skin & hair before stepping into the bath for a much needed soak. she will use bath oils and soaps, and hair products she had either made herself or bought locally from smaller & reputable businesses. all while listening to an assorted playlist ranging from classical to alternative music. she has an impeccable and expensive taste. so she wants nothing but the best. all in all, she does not play about downtime and decompression. even for an ancient primordial cosmic being such a herself, ya girl needs to unplug like any other person. and since she cannot sleep, she'd simply lounge in her personal library in front of a fireplace where the warm, calm fire providing enough light to read peacefully. and to gaze upon the portrait of herself and her children above the mantel that was often hidden behind velvet, blackout curtains. it is one of her favourite places to be within her estate.

@micahsawyer / @manufactoredxbyxdesign ( tagging cos you also asked this question :3 )

[malumxsubest]

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Soft OC Asks | accepting !

Where in the world does your OC feel most at home?

she does not feel at home anywhere in every sense. there's a disconnect between herself and creation and thus the world we all know it. how can she feel at home in a world she has an odd animosity as well as ravenous hunger towards? it's mildly jarring, i'd imagine...

If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born?

she was born somewhere in greece before it was called as such. she was born deep within the paleolithic era to a semi-nomadic tribe. as time progressed, eras came and gone and civilizations built and crumbled, amelia then considered greece to be her homeland later in more modern times. she does have other homes across some parts of the world where she visits from time to time at her leisure. which takes us to the next question...

Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be?

as stated above, she does label home where her children are in their final resting place, which is highly verse dependent. she has a mausoleum within her estate's acreage where she sits and reminisces fond memories. so where they are, she is there permanently.

What does home mean to them?

home is nothing without her children.

@renatvvs / @micahsawyer ( gonna add you in this one since you also asked this, too. )

[malumxsubest]

69 for spotify wrapped (RIGHT BACK AT YOU)

spotify wrapped is HERE! send me a number 1-100 and i'll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist! | accepting !

to preface, my music taste is everywhere XD i hope you enjoy :3

@renatvvs

[malumxsubest]

@renatvvs  asked : ❛ i'm kind of lost. ❜

striking viridian hues trailed over to the source of the noise only for them to widen slightly behind the black lenses of the cat-eye frame sunglasses. a child? she questioned internally before her hidden gaze observed the grand park, in which she was perched upon a bench beneath some shade, and noted there were no frantic parent or guardian in search of their child. how peculiar.

amelia leant forward towards the little one, her arms tucked between her torso and lap. her head canted to one side while her eyes squinted in suspicion when she took note of an unusual scent. not mortal. she deduced lightly. nonetheless, her lips took form of a sweet smile she often would gift towards people that warrant her attention.

" are you alright, little one? do you have a guardian? " surely he had one despite not being human.

[malumxsubest]

@luposcainus  asked : " am i strange to you?"

strange? amelia turned her attention toward caspian and raised an inquisitive brow, her head tilted to one side. " how do you mean? because you could be strange to others whereas you seem anything but strange to me. " her lips then turned downward in a frown, a bit confused with his inquiry. " what brought this on, hm? "

[malumxsubest]

@defloweir  asked : "did you hear about the werewolf roaming around town?" from monica for myrkos; awkward 'hey i've seen you around and we're kind of colleagues but not really' vibes?

he was back home again from his business trip. but he somewhat regretted coming to the nightclub earlier than usual because now he has to put up a front of liking his colleagues for his creator's sake and respect. myrkos peered down at the new flesh bag - monica - that was his mother's personal assistant with a cant of his head. the black lenses of his sunglasses that concealed his inhuman eyes glinted eerily beneath the synthetic lights from up above. he almost sneered but bit back with a wolfish grin. " oh? a mutt roaming around? nope. " he answered, popping the p dramatically. " wouldn't be surprised though. halloween is near. and people tend to go a little crazy. "

[malumxsubest]

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆. | accepting! | | | | @atrickrtreat asked : ❛  i’m wearing some nice new lingerie for you.  ❜ (dustadaeus)

it was nice day where dusty wasn't scheduled to work. so the two of them took it upon themselves to relax after having dinner at a cozy restaurant near dusty's apartment. and now amadeus was lounging on the couch in the living room as he waited for her considering she told him that would be right back, that she had a gift for him.

he was beginning to wonder what the gift entailed when dusty came back asking if he was ready for his gift. as he turned to face her, he immediately blinked in surprise and he cursed inwardly since he could feel a tiny blush coming through. though, he definitely feel himself smile as he appreciated the lingerie she donned. " ya know, you should warn a guy first. i feel like my heart was gonna jump outta me... " he replied, clearing his throat while he stood up and steadily made his way over to her. amy then placed his hands on her shoulders, his smile never wavered. " although, this really does look nice on you. absolutely exquisite. " he even dared to brush back her hair over her neck in a methodical manner where his fingers briefly grazed the skin there.

[malumxsubest]

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character | accepting !

cue a tiny sneer as myrk peers down at his uncle's human partner, the muscles in his jaw twitch from grinding his teeth behind a closed mouth. he isn't one to go out of his way to meet any of his family's partners. not now. not ever. however, it seems as though dusty has a knack of knowing someone may need her help on something. much like now. but he'd rather not indulge and answer her invasive question. -∞ / 10

" sorry, but i'm not one to share my personal life with someone i don't know. i'm sure there is someone else who would rather need your help than me. " he quips monotonously, not entirely keen on telling her what's ailing his mind. though, his attention did trail off when he sees tor making her way towards her end of the bar. a definitive frown begins to take shape on his lips. feeling a headache coming along, myrk sighs and reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose, being mindful of his sunglasses, and taking a small breather before, once again, peers down at dusty with a grimace of a smile.

" not going to judge, huh? " maybe, just maybe, he'll give her a chance and indulge her blasted pestering. " i guess, well, i'm dealing with relationship problems. " he shrugs languidly, stuffing one hand in his pocket.

↳ @theknifeinyou  asked : △ + Come on, tell me about what's got you all over the place, I promise, I'm not going to judge you and maybe I can even help you! (dusty to myrkos)

[malumxsubest]

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS | accepting !

the atmosphere in the nightclub was moody yet hypnotic with the seductive beats of the song that was playing through the speakers. bodies sway and danced to the tempo as they were entranced by the haunting and mesmerizing rhythm. when the lyrics of the song woven through the air, myrkos then realized it was his creator's work. maybe it was the beat. maybe it was the lyrics. either way, it spurred him to curl his hand behind tor's neck, cradling it firmly as he brought her in close while he lowered his head to kiss her deeply, not even caring for the bodies brushing up against them both.

↳ @theknifeinyou asked : [ CARESS ] for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public. (myrkannce - reversed)

[malumxsubest]

STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS | accepting !

bones creak and groan under the aggressive pressure with how violent myrkos was grinding his teeth, his lips compressed into a firm, thin line. he was, simply put, fucking pissed. he sat on a velvet arm chair, somewhat near the bed where tor lay, with his right ankle resting on his left knee while he observed her still, resting form with keen golden eyes. she was screaming for the past hour... his hands gripped the armrests, nails threatening to carve into the wood and mouth setting into a deep sneer as he recalled the things she screamed about.

it was a mistake. he shouldn't have bothered and stayed. but, hey at least had gotten some names for future reference...

his sunglasses glinted sharply by some built-in nightlight that kept the room somewhat illuminated before it disappeared when he dropped his head with a sigh, muttering to himself. " what are you doin' here still, myrk? fuck. " he needed to let amelia know as soon as he can. he knew she'll understand.

he let out a slow breath through his nose and sat up again, this time propping his elbow on the armrest and supported his head with the back of his knuckles. well, might as shut his eyes for the time being and think. myrkos didn't know how long he had his eyes shut, but the moment he heard her speak, he lazily lifted his head and rolled his eyes open with a cant of his head. " yeah i did. amelia was worried and wanted me to stay, to look out for you. you made her quite worried about your well-being, trouble. "

↳ @theknifeinyou  asked : ❝ wait— have you been here all night? ❞ (myrk/tor)

[malumxsubest]

Biting | accepting !

a indiscernible growl rumbled out from the depths of myrko's chest when he heard tor's words, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in euphoria. he had his arms coiled around her firmly, keeping her close, but loosely enough that she can wiggle free if she wanted. he pulled back just enough to breathe out, " let me know if gets too much, yeah? " his nose bumped against her neck again and hastily bit down on the same spot but with more force. though, not enough to break skin but enough to leave a future bruise in the shape of his bite.

↳ @theknifeinyou  asked : "Bite me harder, I want to feel it." (myrkannce if you're so inclined for funsies)