#askjerrydandridge

[askjerrydandridge]

(( Holy smokes it's been a while ))

[soullostinspaceandtime]

Here's my second song! Thanks for the tag!! Hmmm...tell me your...17th song!

I'm tagging (no pressure):

@astraea-rn @tomatette @writhingcreature @violentvaleska @sexykillermaid @askjerrydandridge @m0o0n and anyone else who wants to do it🩷!

knowing what my #1 spotify song has become predictable (its august by taylor swift) BUT my #21 is Looking For Somebody (To Love)

im tagging:

@ohcaroline @medeas-chariot @heavenfalls @backgroundagent3 @footprint-in-the-snow @eyeofthemoose @rawrkittenpurr @malewifebillcage @gendryastarkers

to tell me their #21, then pick another random number between 2-100 and tag other people to post theirs and pick another number

[bruisedconscience]

dying light;

@askjerrydandridge

Peter shook his head, trying to not look over at Charley’s weird-mouthed girlfriend snuffling and scrabbling over in the dirt like a puppy. The blessed stake was too far away in the dark, having been grabbed and thrown away further by Jerry despite the brief sizzling that occurred when he did it.

After his fire trick supremely had not worked, Charley hadn’t gotten up again despite Peter’s increasingly wounded calls. He had given up on the howling, not even bothering to dry the tear tracks down his face.

Peter was alone. And the sun was going to set in an hour.

“Mind if I finish these off?” Peter took out his smokes and slurred to Jerry, waiting in the dim like Gollum. The buzz was wearing off. Peter had another swig from his flask, but it was almost empty, too. If he’d packed more holy water, well.

Could’ve, would’ve, should’ve.

[storiesuntold]

@askjerrydandridge​ requested (months ago, I’m so sorry!!) a starter with Charles.

“Welcome, to The Leaden Echo.” Charles said softly, as he placed a new book in the correct shelf, not turning around to actually look at his new possible customer. After all, he already knew who it would be. He had seen parts of their meeting already for a while now.

[wcstenra]

@askjerrydandridge​

                         ( she moves through veritable SEA of warm bodies, scent clinging to skin luminous in late spring HEAT. parisian perfume only enhances aroma of her blood - sweet, heady, strawberry wine &. rosewater WARMED by alcohol she has CONSUMED tonight. blood SINGS with rapid heartbeat, coloring cheeks with burning FLUSH - forbidden fruit RIPE with youth, with life, irresistibly ALLURING to any who turned to look … &. look they will. lucy westenra is the most BEWITCHING beauty to ever grace the threshold of the club THUMPING with music like a living heart, even as she pushes through the crowd seeking some semblance of brief QUIET. heiress had lost mina in the dancing crowd moments ago &. with her head &. heart thudding irregularly against the beat of music she, for once, seeks the SIDELINES so her companion will eventually find her. )

                         ( nearly at the edge of the crowd, rhythm changes - crowd shifts, SURGES with newfound energy. thoughts swimming, HUMMING with effects of cocktails she only just ingested angelic beauty stumbles, nearly pushed from the throng &. catching herself at the bar, JOSTLING the broad-shouldered stranger leaning against bartop. any IRE directed at intoxicated nymph would be soothed by single glance of SPARKLING emerald hues, loose blonde curls swept over her shoulder. &. then … she smiles; she smiles, full glossy lips parting with GIRLISH sheepishness &. overwhelming SPLENDOR is fully displayed ... unknowingly, to a BEAST. )

            ��            ( laughter is bubbly, light with HONEYED undertone unbound by sober constraints. lucy glances away briefly, blush deepening - he’s HANDSOME yet intimidating, but she mostly FRETS over her state - perhaps more inebriated than first thought - &. worries she disturbed him. perfectly MANICURED fingertips are warm as they touch his arm, glancing at him through GOLDEN lashes. dulcet tones are APOLOGETIC yet jovial, her attentions as ARRESTING as a beam of sunlight. )

                         ‘ i’m sorry! crazy night, huh? ‘

[soullostinspaceandtime]

Thanks for the tag @tomatette!!!

1. Three ships: Kylux, Finnpoe, Harringrove

2. First ever ship: Damn...😅I think maybe Harlivy? That's at least the first I remember XD....Oh wait...there's another one that was way earlier💀Kovu x Kiara from the Lion King 2, please don't ask why-

3. Last Song: Wicked Game by Grace Carter

4. Last film: In the movies it would be Oppenheimer, at home it would be Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

5. Currently reading: my own failed writings, trying to put them together🥹 or generally fanfiction🤣

6. Currently watching: Stranger Things

7. Currently consuming: um...yeah I'll have to agree with the oxygen😂no food for me rn unfortunately

8. Currently craving: My mum's pancakes, I'd die for some

No pressure tags: @writingforcurrentfixations @astraea-rn @violentvaleska @m0o0n @sexykillermaid @askjerrydandridge and anyone else who wishes to do it!

I was tagged by @ashcrow @kylorensl @moondyad @dirtbag-linecook-kyloren - thank you for thinking of me <3

1. Three ships: Kylux (and adjacents, because let's not forget Techie!), Ironfrost (though I'm good with almost any Loki ship you can throw my way), Lamen

2. First ever ship: Hm ... I'm not sure if it's Spirk or classic Holmes/Watson. Could be either. It's been ages, sue me lol

3. Last song: Breathe by The Prodigy

4. Last film: Um ... like ... in the movies or in general? In the movies it would be 'Barbie' and at home, since my daughter currently is in her HP phase, "HP and the Prisoner of Azkaban"

5. Currently reading: So much fanfiction omg. The current one being A Plague on Both Houses by cthene

6. Currently watching: A TOS Star Trek Episode because I'm working on a gif set lol

7. Currently consuming: oxygen

8. Currently craving: Baumkuchen

I'd like to tag @avoca @soullostinspaceandtime @gingerwren@ @galadhir @virgil-skywalker @ziggyyyystardust@louieromustdie @dragonflies-draw-flame but only if you want to. Everyone else, feel invited to join in :)

[fatestricken]

                    yes   ,   this   is   definitely   not   an   ideal   situation .     not   at   all .     masha   can   see   his   fangs   and   sharp   ,   talon-like   nails   glinting   in   the   light   of   the   moon .     she’s   heard   of   supernatural   creatures   before   ,   but   she’s   never   actually   encountered   one .     and   ,   she   knows   that   her   knife   will   do   little   to   help   her .     her   heart   pounds   in   her   chest   ,   a   look   of   alarm   briefly   flashing   across   her   face   before   she   regains   her   composure    ―    at   least   outwardly .     inside   ?     she’s   about   to   have   a   panic   attack .     what   is   she   supposed   to   do   now   ?     run   ?     as   if   he   wouldn’t   catch   her   ,   no   matter   how   fast   she   is   due   to   the   super   soldier   serum   running   through   her   veins .

                                        the   little   death   is   ,   for   once   ,   scared .

                    ❛   i   do   not   care   about   getting   caught .     i   plan   these   things   carefully   ,   i   never   have   been   before .     until   now .     thanks   for   that   ,   you   ruined   my   streak .   ❜    even   now   ,   frightened   half   to   death   ,   masha   is   throwing   out   all   kinds   of   sass   left   and   right .     she   spins   her   blade   in   her   hand   before   tucking   it   back   into   a   holster   that   is   strapped   to   her   thigh .     she   never   once   takes   her   deep   ,   dark   eyes   off   him .     they   are   not   the   eyes   of   a   teenager   ,   but   someone   much   older .     trauma   has   aged   her   soul   ,   and   at   this   rate   ,   she’s   pretty   sure   she’ll   start   sprouting   grey   hairs   soon .

                    ❛   i   asked   who   you   are   because   i   want   to   know .     so   ...   ❜    the   little   russian   is   a   curious   creature   ,   especially   after   having   been   trapped   beneath   the   thumbs   of   her   tormentors   for   so   long .     if   she   doesn’t   know   somebody   ,   she   wants   to .     even   if   they   happen   to   scare   the   living   daylights   out   of   her .     in   this   case   ,   she   thinks   it’s   less   about   curiosity   and   more   about   finding   something   to   have   leverage   over   him   with .     he’s   got   plenty   on   her .     it   doesn’t   seem   fair .     and   ,   she’s   fairly   certain   that   outing   him   as   a   vampire   won’t   exactly   be   good   for   his   social   life .

@askjerrydandridge​   continued   from   x .

[ambthegamer]

@askjerrydandridge

Livvie wanted a new start away from Minnesota and her ex-husband. The Nevada weather was completely different than what she was used to, but the neighborhood seemed peaceful enough.

At least that is what she thought, this uneasy feeling. It made her feel on edge, but maybe the girl was wrong?

[mcnecter]

@askjerrydandridge​

                         ( american cities held a special magic for the bride. unlike her home or those GREAT european metropoli, living centers in a country so YOUNG throbbed with life, with enterprise characteristic of its people. julia loved the RUTHLESSNESS of americans, desperation for their so-called dream making their blood POTENT unlike anything she had tasted in half a millennia. her favorite meals were, of course, young american men; VIRILE, rugged, with an arrogance only shared amongst mortal males. one of these SPECIMENS is who she seeks tonight, thirst burning DELICIOUSLY in her throat. search had led stiletto steps to stalk alleyways, side streets BUSTLING with nightlife in full swing. )

                         ( try as she might to blend in - wild curls loose, jacket shrugged away - PRETERNATURAL allure still draws attention. the bride is STRIKINGLY beautiful with OTHERWORLDLY sculpted features, pale, piercing gaze &. onyx waves. she cuts through the crowd like a cold KNIFE, seeking vantage point to observe mortals entirely absorbed with their FEEBLE lives. eventually she stops, leaning against electric lamppost, WATCHING crush of mortals with hungered fervor. )

                         ( she knows the mortals stare - they always do, &. she counted on it. but the gaze felt now … this was different, PENETRATING, the focused observation of one of her own KIND. julia attempts to ignore it, REDOUBLING her efforts to locate her dinner, but the sensation only INTENSIFIES &. crowd becomes an impressionist wash of color. when she finally addresses the other, ACCENTED lilt is short, clipped, &. OBSIDIAN hues upon meeting hazel contain no readable emotion. )

                         ‘ it’s rude to stare. ‘

[askjerrydandridge]

(( Came back to say that I am indeed still living and breathing --YAAAAY-- anyway, I do hope to come back to this blog sometime when I am done fully recovering--if that happens and when it happens of course-- and the hope is that it will be soon. Thanks to all of those who have been patient with me ))

[memcirs]

@askjerrydandridge​

                         ( breath catches, STIFLES in her throat, choking what little air manages to ESCAPE trembling lips. finally, finally good doctor has caught up to the BEAST stalking dark alleyways, SWELTERING nightclubs, shadow cast over page after page in her case file. police had called for her EXPERTISE -  as they called it - on a rash of missing persons &. BRUTAL exsanguinations. a sick joke, a serial killer obsessed with MYTH was the consensus, but eleanor knew better … many nights had passed, autopsies &. sleepless evening hours spent investigating deep within the city’s UNDERBELLY, all leading to this moment. )

                         ( yet while ARMED with scholarly knowledge of BLOODTHIRSTY undead doctor’s field experience was severely lacking, if not NONEXISTENT. witnessing vampyr in their natural habitat for the first time CHURNS her stomach, nausea coating inside of mouth with BITTER aftertaste. youthful form is stiff, FROZEN in terror, hot tears clouding vision. only fingertips move, long digits SCRIBBLING quickly - almost illegibly - the scene before her into small journal, knowing she cannot take photos of the MONSTER, hoping testimony is enough to present to police. but she is becoming OVERWHELMED, mortal panic consuming rational thought &. motion, until FATAL mistake is made - pen slips from her clammy grasp. )

                         ( the pen - heavy dark metal, ink-stained nib - clatters against asphalt, rolling before coming to stop against HAIRLINE crack on the ground. imperceptible interruption, perhaps, but eleanor knows both she &. CREATURE she now disturbs hear the sound almost PAINFULLY clear. immediately doctor ducks deeper into MIDNIGHT shadows she had attempted to conceal herself in, boots poised to RUN, hand clamped over nostrils &. mouth. she knows she should escape, she knows, but DEADLY curiosity stills any movement; eleanor as been seeking vampires her entire existence, however SHORT - it would be scientifically UNSOUND to run from such opportunity or is her desire for knowledge greater than her will to live? unable or unwilling to move eleanor is ROOTED in place, heartbeat pounding in her skull, hoping her presence remains unnoticed by VICIOUS killer. )

[bloodcrave]

@askjerrydandridge​ ( from the ask you sent! )

{ SOME_ARE_BORN_TO_ENDLESS_NIGHT }

~~~

The vampire stalked out the curious air of lingering scent around the area, nostrils taking in the unique fragrance of something

New, different.

His sharp eyes darted to the young girl, a monster within the skin and wings of a butterfly. Innocent and sweet, supposedly with teeth to tear at ones who touch it.

Like a flower with thorns.

With dark brows furrowed, he turned up his head.

"Say, you smell funny. Not a vampire, though you could be one." Seemingly mortal man who placed his hand on his chin thoughtfully, also a beast with the visage of a perfected vase. Within crawled a richness of evil, the stench of death.

Strange.

"What are you?.." Curious but firm.

~~

                SHE WOULD NEVER claim to hide what she was... although she did, of course.  going around to just anyone off the street and confessing her heritage would bring about consequences that alina didn’t have any craving to deal with.  even if it wasn’t to be HUNTED, it would become being labelled insane.  such a circumstance wouldn’t be near as fun as the former, but neither were particularly sought after.

           what was meant by the fact she wouldn’t deem herself as hiding what she was, was that her human form was no less dangerous than the “monster” form.  it was merely less intimidating in the long run.

                      blue depths shifted upward to the man who approached.  a n o r m a l girl might have displayed caution with the nearness of a stranger ( especially of the older male variety ), but concern did little for the demon.  not to mention, she could feel the energy in his own form; one that reeked of blood and death and decay.

        ...vampire.

                         there would come a scoff to echo her throat when he spoke.  “you’ve really got to work on your initial greetings there.  telling a girl she smells funny doesn’t sound good in any situation.  even this one.”

       arms laced together, crossing in front.  lips p r e s s e d as she glared to him.

                              “what’s it matter to you what i might be?”

[hyperactiveimmortal]

{ CLOSED_ASK } ~~ "What if you were told that a nightmare you had just kept reoccurring?" A familiar, fear inducing, dread crawling voice swept behind Ed. A few heavy boot steps and the beast of burden appeared before him. The man with the fangs who started it all, presumably dying by scorching flame combined with a mighty stake to the heart. Evil can always rise from the ashes. "What if I told you..killing a vampire isn't as easy as you would think, huh?" He could feel his old rage burning up his chest, through to his throat. Baring his fangs as he spoke, Jerry raised his brows. "How's the ankle, guy?" ~~

Dark eyes widen as he froze like a deer in headlights, only this deer didn't want to turn and face the lights, or rather, the nightmare that haunted his dreams.

The younger slowly gulped, swallowing the fear and slowly turned to the older vampire that had turned him. The memory made his eyes narrow and his ankle twitch on some past instinct. Silence was his tongue while his thoughts raced. Every instinct he had to hold back to bare his teeth, given he doubted that would be very intimidating.

"Kind of was hoping you were an exception." He retorted finally. His own teeth remaining human, but the ache to bare and growl was there. "Had worse." He added. The ankle was a tickle next to nearly getting decapitated.

And he didn't bother to hide it, nor did he bring it up. Charley's scent was fresh on him, while Adam's was older by some hours give or take. Clearly shows where his loyalty lied, given they smelled very human still.

While he had the courage still like he did before, the bit of fear still gave him away, Evil was maybe a decade old now. What was that to some ancient? A blink? "And you didn't learn the first time either. Why are you back here?" He had another no-duh guess, but he may as well humor the guy.

[storiesuntold]

@askjerrydandridge​ asked for a random muse. You got: Black Hat!

“Well, well, well... you’re one troublesome kid, huh?” Jude slowly leaned back in his chair, tilting his head back to reveal unnatural yellow eyes. He hadn’t bothered with colored contact lenses for today, besides these days humans just assumed he was already wearing them.

“You should know better than to draw so much attention.”

[fiendish-insanity-in-the-written]

~☁️~

ANSWERED

" Selfish, insensitive, with a brutality that the darkest souls bathed in the eternal flames of the underworld, have not shown in all their lives ...and painfully misunderstood. Your monstrous side to me is nothing more than a book that everyone judges only based on the covers...however, if they ever bothered to run their self-righteous fingers through the centuries-old pages of your soul, they would have seen in you what I saw. "

[askjerrydandridge]

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