#bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks

[sttinkky]

All I see is red

[absolutelytitfaced]

.•°♡°•.show me you love me and make me b!eed<3.• ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ⋆ ˚｡༺☆༻ ⋆ ˚•.

[ofviolentdeath]

@bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks continued from [X]

Max didn’t know how to answer. Not this time. There was no witty or teasing remark, no clever comeback that oozed with his usual charm and confidence. He looked tired, paler that usual, a little drawn, like he hadn’t been eating or sleeping much of late, which in truth he hadn’t, but he considered that inconsequential in the wider scheme of things. “Bad,” he answered quietly, the word hollow as he bordered on tears, an unfamiliar fear in his eyes. “I fucked up. I’ve fucked up so fucking bad and I don’t know how to unfuck it without someone getting hurt.”

It was bad enough seeing Max like that, but the tone only further set Cal on edge. He wasn't good at emotional things, struggled enough with his own, but this was Max and he always tried at least a little harder where he was concerned.

"What happened? I know I was on the other side for a bit, but...Normally I come back to at least an update on what's going on but no one has been willing to tell me anything."

Instead he had been met with something akin to pitying stares or people doing their best to look anywhere but at him and it had been enough to make his skin itch with how worried he had become.

"You look like hell."

[heirofhermes]

@bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks

"Wha--? Oh, no. No! When I mentioned your shirt I didn't mean it like it was dirty or anything I-" he stammered, blushing a little at the awkwardness of the situation he had just created. "I- meant it like it looks really good on you."

Of all the people to have a crush on, of course Sebas had to go and pick a werewolf. Because his life wasn't complicated enough already...

"I just-- I..." Damn it, Sebastián. Get it together. "I investigated that house you told me. I come bringing all the hot gossip of what happened there 2 weeks ago."

[strifeincarnate]

Dark Starter for @bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks

The bar fight wasn’t hard to start.  A few choice words whispered in the right alcohol addled ear, and it was like throwing a match onto a powder key.  What started out as a simple fist fight between two burly patrons spiraled into an all-out war with the encouragement from a dainty patron that no one had ever seen before.

Soon, the back of the establishment was slowly engulfed in flames, and Eris danced gleefully behind the bar, pushing the bartender’s body out of the way and pouring herself a shot of top shelf whiskey.  The burn was incredible.  Almost as incredible as the crimsons and golds that cast shadows along the walls and made the blood on Eris’ hands glisten like jewels.

Slamming the shot glass down on the bar, Eris heaved a sigh of contentment.  She had needed to let loose for a while, and gods, this was exactly what the doctor ordered.  Her attention was caught by a sound near the front door.

“Well, well, I was not expecting company.”  The goddess smirked, making a feeble attempt to wipe the blood from her cheek, yet smearing the remnants further across her alabaster skin.

[itsagentzero]

@bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks​ gets a supernatural starter

Chris had always enjoyed a fun luck. He seemed to always be in the right place to meet other supernaturals like himself. Wylie had been no exception, although he had to be one of the most powerful he had ever met. Good thing the Underworld was no longer a problem, because that meant Chris didn’t have to worry about trying to befriend a witch.

Today, for instance, he had been lucky enough to run into Wylie and actually block his powers for a moment before they went out of control. Not that he blamed the other, of course... Running from crazy police officers was all kinds of stressful.

It wasn’t until they were finally safe in one of those abandoned buildings, far from the police, that he dared speak again.

“You know-- I could help you train those powers of yours,” Chris offered in a whisper as he was catching his breath. “They’re magnificent... But kinda wild, if you ask me.”

[lungsandlips]

nsfw meme for Dimitri and Robbie XD

Who is louder? They both have their moments but Dimitri usually.

Who is more experimental? Robbie. Dimitri is willing.

Who takes more risks? Surprisingly it’s Robbie who suggests the riskier things.

Do they fuck or make love? Make love. 98% of the time. The other 2% is purely unpredictable.

Lights on or off? Dimitri leaves them on to show Robbie how beautiful he is.

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Robbie but only because Dimitri is the one who shows up randomly and doesn’t know how to knock.

Who comes first? Depends who teased who more.

Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Dimitri has more experience but they both enjoy it.

Who is more submissive? Robbie but Dimitri has his moments.

Who usually initiates things? It could be either one of them but at first it’s Robbie because Dimitri wants him to have control.

Who is more sensitive? Sexually or emotionally? Bc these be soft boys.

[ofviolentdeath]

She accepted the shirt with a grateful nod, the tea set aside so she could uncurl from the couch and change. She was only gone a moment before returning, her regular clothes folded neatly but crushed to her chest like she needed something to hold onto.

Even with her clear discomfort, she made a quick beeline for where she had been curled up only moments before, glad that shirt was long enough to cover her nearly to mid-thigh.

"Thank you..."

"Okay."

Phoenix briefly moved over to the dresser and pulled a t-shirt out of one of the drawers. It would absolutely be way too big for Amber, given that Phoenix was 6'5" and broad-shouldered, and she was tiny by comparison, but it should be comfortably loose enough to not make her feel restricted in any way.

"Bathroom's over there if ya wanna change in privacy," he gestured toward the door as he handed her the shirt.

[ofviolentdeath]

@bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks did not ask for this

"A little birdy told me that you managed to pay our sons a visit. Do I need to ask how that went?" She doubted it, the twins had been pushing them away since they were in their youth and it had not stopped. However, Aphrodite was certainly curious as to what was so important that Ares has to physically stop by and see them.

[ofviolentdeath]

@bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks sent: mitt munch from Ben for whoever

"Did...did you just bite me? Dude, really?"

[ofviolentdeath]

@bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks gets Torrie

"I feel like I'm going to regret asking, but, what the fuck is going on?"

[ofviolentdeath]

"Yeah, that won't be an issue. Most of the family are sarcastic little shits, me included," she assured, hoping to ease the sting of his past with the knowledge he'd be accepted fully and even challenged in ways that he might enjoy.

"Ew. Book to movie adaptations are ass. I'm still pissed about Blood and Chocolate and I don't think I'll ever not be."

@bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks

“Dad used to say my smart mouth’d get me in real trouble one day, but he was jus’ mad he weren’t never that smart,” Jason shrugged, his tone indifferent in terms of affection toward his father, undercut with resentment at having been punished for being clever in the past.

“Ain’t my fault he didn’t like readin’ or anythin’. Said if a story was worth shit, they’d make a movie outta it sooner or later anyway, an’ if they didn’t, well, then it must not have been that good a story to begin with.”

[ofviolentdeath]

@bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks

"Rise and shine, Star Wolf. Brooks gave me the rundown and no way in hell am I letting you mope or fall back off the proverbial wagon."

[ofviolentdeath]

@bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks

It had been a few days, the last of the ichor finally out of Blaise's system. He was aching for another taste, but Max had promised him he wouldn't let him slip like that and, if nothing else, he believed him.

Setting everything up for this meeting hadn't been easy, but at least everyone agreed that it would be better than Blaise just ghosting Robbie entirely given his current mental state. But that didn't mean Blaise wanted to be there and the urge to bolt only grew stronger when he caught sight of the other.

"We need to talk."

[ofviolentdeath]

@bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks gets Cal

"You know, most people knock," he started, leaning in the doorway and giving the other a once over. "Although I am a little curious as to how you knew I was here and not still on the other side."

[ofviolentdeath]

She shrugged, knowing that was likely true. And even if she didn't ask for more, she definitely asked for heavier things. If she hadn't seen how much her father actually enjoyed being around anyone in his family, she might have felt bad about it. "I'm guessing there were extenuating circumstances then?" It wasn't her business, she knew that, but it was interesting to see just how much information she could get. "Think he'd be pissed if I got him a kitten for his birthday? Or does he just...not do birthdays?"

"I imagine you ask for more than either of them ever do, but I don't think he tells them no very often, if at all." But Ever and Sonja were both... at least a little manipulative. They knew who to ask to get the answer they wanted. "She was not. And I would not have told her shy of... extenuating circumstances." He hadn't technically told her, so much as showed up with her grandchildren and let her figure it out from there. Which meant he hadn't broken any rules, if only barely. "Oh, that's delightful."