#burninq.

[downs1de-has-moved]

HOUSE M.D. SENTENCE STARTERS

@burninq: "Oh, I’m sorry, I thought we were having a state-the-obvious contest."

Maybe it was the scenery that kept him on high alert: the dimly lit alley, a narrow passageway where a damp chill hung in the air, with shadows cast from the street as the last pedestrians made their way home.

But Dean has most of his cards on Calcifer’s fangs, now out for display. He’d noticed something strange emanating from the man before, but he doesn’t trust most people, so he assumed it had been for entirely human reasons.

When he states the obvious—that the other’s a vampire—it’s more as a comment made in passing than anything else, cursing himself for not carrying the weaponry necessary to keep himself safe in case things go south, but Calcifer takes the opportunity to sprinkle some sass in, to which Dean responds with a huff.

"Well, duh…"

His hand slips to where it meets the gun tucked into the back of his jeans, but he doesn’t move to pull it out.

"And now for the big question: you out for my blood?"

[qxeenofnight]

"Oh, sweetheart. I'll make you feel like you're in heaven on cloud nine."

[unapxlogeticme]

❛ they’re teaching me to kill, but who’s teaching me to love? ❜

for Emerson

“me?” it was more of a suggestion or a question than a confirmation. he saw himself as someone who can teach anyone what love is even if it’s only love from friends. emerson has only felt it from his siblings, but hardly ever from his parents. there hasn’t been many relationships in his life that allowed him to feel love or get to know what it is. despite that, he still hopes he has some grasp on what love it and how to teach someone. they may a little based off his own interpretation or fantasies, but they worked.

“i don’t see you as a killer. I see you as a friend, a good friend. and that’s all that matters to me.” there’s a pause as he thinks of what to say next. “regardless if the love you want to learn is from a friend, i’m the one who can teach you what it is. may not be ideal or live up to your expectations. it all i have to offer. love is all i am.” emerson shrugs his shoulders slightly. “don’t be silly though. you’re not a killer.”

@burninq

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@burninq cont. from here

Annie was excited for movie night at Cal's house. They'd hung out a few times at his place, but she'd never really gotten to settle in for an evening there. She loved Scream, one of her favourite horror movies for sure, so she was happy when Cal picked it.

She was even happier when he said he was dressing up as Ghostface for Halloween. But she didn't realize he'd never dressed up before. She still hadn't picked a costume, and honestly was having a hard time with it.

She'd been trying really hard to focus on the movie, but she could see Calcifer out of the corner of her eye. Watching her and not the movie, not at all. A small smile grew on her face but she tried to tamper it down, pretending to be fully focused on the movie.

They'd been having fun, but not too much fun. Just the occasional kiss here and there, but nothing further than that. And it wasn't that she didn't want to, the opportunity just never really came up.

Feeling a hand on her thigh, her eyes trailed over in his direction, humming softly under her breath as her head cants to the side, her voice coming out as more of a whine.

"Mmm... Feels like you're trying to distract me, which is.. almost the same thing."

[choserage]

@burninq | Caleb x Calcifer ⤷ send me a ‘🎨’ for an aesthetic or mood collage for our muses.

I want excitement; and I don’t care what form it takes or what I pay for it, so long as it makes my heart beat.

[doeeyedgilbert]

"You're not scared?"

worried & scared sentence starters / status: accepting!

there was a lot of things she was scared of... but dying was not one of them. being intimidated countless times by other jerk-offs served to anger her even more especially as elena decided showing fear just fulfilled exactly what they wanted. and as doe eyes narrowed into an expression that mirrored anything but a scared fawn, she retorted, "what should i be scared of?"

[malka-lisitsa]

Verse: Fox fire

Verse heavily affiliated and co created with @burninq

Katherine is a 500 year old vampire on the run from her tormentor Klaus Mikaelson. During her years running Katerina, freshly renamed Katherine Pierce finds herself in the town of Salem where she's heard about a rash of mysterious fires. Her first instinct is a witch and she isn't wrong.

It takes her a little while to find him, hes very good at laying low but she is very good at digging up secrets. Katherine reveals herself as a vampire to gain his trust and Cal ends up completely mystified by her as a being. Katherine quickly builds trust and a bond with him ultimately educating him on what it means to live as a vampire. She asks him if he would want to live the life she does and offers him the opportunity to take her blood (she wont feed it to him).

Cal accepts and shortly after is discovered and killed for being a witch. Katherine finds him in the aftermath and feeds him to complete his transformation. (at this point in her vampiric life she is still learning moderation and drinks bodies dry, disposing of them in the woods for 'the other animals' to take care of)

Once he's fully turned, Katherine asks him if he can still use his powers. There is always a risk when you turn as a witch that you'll be cut off, this did not happen to Cal. With the ability to still use his powers Katherine let him take his revenge on the town that forsook him, she watched and studied. Learning the full extent of his abilities in action. It was beautiful, and Katherine was more than pleased to have sired such a weapon.

She took him under her wing, since he was already skilled at hiding and laying low he was the perfect fit to her constant on the go life. She helps him control his anger and powers, guiding him as they travel together. He is also her little body guard, with him by her side she feels less helpless against the originals. With Cal she has a chance were she to run into Klaus. The two have been a team ever since.

Notes:

Katherine's abilities are her usual tvd lore powers with the added bonus of being able to shift into a red fox. She DOES have underlying magical power but she has no idea how to tap into her traveler magic past shifting into a fox. This leave Cal the more powerful witch and more adept at using his powers. Where as Katherine is stronger and faster than him as per tvd vampiric age lore which makes her superior at physical fighting.

This animal shift was passed through her turning to Cal.

[thcmcnstcr]

@burninq

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ— Something had been crossing through Evan's mind on repeat ever since she found out about Calcifer being a vampire. Something that, honestly, felt a little shameful of her, for some reason. Offering her blood to him sounded like more of an insult to him than anything else. Sure, she wanted to help him out, but why would she assume that was even something he would want from her? He wasn't aware of it, but she was grotesque beneath the long-sleeved turtlenecks she hid herself inside of. To allow him any access to her blood, she would need to show him at least part of her scars... At which point, he would probably not be interested, anyways.

Still, though, it was hard not to daydream. A lot. This was far from the first time she had gotten lost in the idea, but she hadn't ever done so in front of him. Until now, sadly for her. Her mind simply had a way of running away with her, and she currently found herself getting lost in his eyes as he spoke while her thoughts turned a bit more lustful.

She was biting her lip as she watched his move, a hazy look to her emerald hues as he spoke; she couldn't bring herself to fully pay attention to what he was saying until he stopped, seeming to be waiting for her to respond to what he had been talking about.

Her already-darkened cheeks only got redder as she tuned back in, pulled out of her fantasy and back into reality, "I'm, um... I-I'm sorry, I spaced out. Could you, um, repeat what you said? I'm so sorry."

[gollldrush]

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“Huh.” Ellory’s picking away at the skin around her fingertips, only half-listening to him ramble. A quirked brow when she realizes he is staring at her like he’s waiting for a better response. “That’s… that’s real deep.”

Green eyes sparkle with flecks of yellow, a wolf’s gaze pinned on him. It’s not some sort of classic werewolf and vampire beef. Ellory’s just rude, all her walls closed up – the mirrors he talks about have been long since turned around and shattered inside of her. Makes her not want to get comfy and cozy with anyone. Especially when the damned thing battering her bones right now is clawing to get out and consume.

“Or… wait. Is that, like, a vampire joke?” Ever brilliant. “Should I say I don’t like the full moon or some shit?”

[notwithoutsins]

@burninq liked for a small starter.

3 a.m. in the morning. Her mind was in a fog, she couldn’t remember where she had come from. She couldn’t focus, her vision seemed to be blurred and her body felt stiff, walking seemed to be troublesome. She could feel the road underneath her bare feet. She looked disheveled, her clothes were torn, dirty and splotched with blood, her throat was slick with blood but there were no injuries to be seen. The back of her throat burned with need.  What was her name again? Brows creased with confusion, what was it? Something had happened, she was somewhere, with someone - some that she cared about. She placed a hand to the side of her head, but stopped as she saw the dirt that covered her hands, under her fingernails. None of this made sense. She squinted as headlights from a car pierced the darkness. Slow steps as she watched the car come to a stop. She couldn’t make out the figure as it came toward her. She barely registered the voice talking to her. All she managed to get out in a strained voice was. “My name is Rosemary.”

[downs1de-has-moved]

HOUSE M.D. SENTENCE STARTERS

@burninq: "I said I was an addict. I didn't say I had a problem."

Sam is sitting across the table from Calcifer in a brightly lit diner. On the wall, a clock reads two-thirty in the morning.

The coffee in the mug between his hands is lukewarm, not that it really matters to him since he’s not drinking it anyway, more focused on the other man whose eyes are fixed on the floor as if there are answers hidden in the worn-out tiles.

To what question? He isn’t sure.

When Calcifer speaks, Sam’s expression contorts, eyes narrowing slightly as he absorbs the comment. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just staring at the black liquid in his cup.

"Do you really believe that?"

[unapxlogeticme]

@burninq asked "who  did  this  to  you?" - calcifer & emerson. please this got long. i warned you. 😘 trigger warnings; violence, blood, kidnapping.

hours ago or two days ago, emerson's worst nightmare came true. he was grabbed from behind and tossed into a what he could make out to be a van. he didn't see who grabbed him at first. almost immediately they blindfolded him, taking his sight away from him. they also bound his arms behind his back. all he could do was try to fight them off. emery got a few kicks against what he knew was someone's shin because of the way they yelled in pain. but that's all he got in. there were too many of them and everyone one of them was too strong.

he was punched and kicked while the van drove throughout the city. crying out ever chance he got, begging for them to stop hurting him. but his cries only fell onto deaf ears. they let him yell, let him beg. knowing that no matter how much he did no one would hear him. emerson was in pain and all he could do was breath heavily while curled up in the middle of the van. he heard himself say please please please over and over again hope that they would listen to him.

"why are you doing this? what... what do you want?" emerson screams at them as he feels them grab him from the van. he’s nearly dragged into a building where they throw him into a chair and tie him to it. “ugh…. the human smells like him.” he hears one of them say before punching him in the gut. “him? who’s him?” he asks through a cry of pain, hoping they’ll finally answer him. “your boyfriend, calcifer.” one finally responds back over the sounds of ripping cloth. the guy is ripping apart his shelve. emerson feels dread and fear rush through him; his stomach knotting up. it didn’t make sense. why would they do this cause of cal? they didn’t want him. emerson was just a pawn to get to calcifer. he feels sick to his stomach; wanting to throw up, but nothing comes up.

there’s a silence that falls over the room they’re in. emerson lost in his own thoughts of what any of this has to do with calcifer. while the ones who took him plan their next move. the silence that fell over the room is interrupted by a rattling coming from something they’re dragging into the room. the sounds stop right next to him. “i wonder if calcifer tried his blood. my mouth is watering from the idea of trying what we’re taking.” emerson’s face contorts into a look of confusion. why would calcifer taste his blood? why did these men want his blood? he’s unable to question them because he cries out from what feels like a needle poking though his skin, sinking deep into his veins.

within seconds he feels his blood being pulled out of his body and going only they know where. he starts to struggle slightly, starts to move his body in attempt to get the needle out. but it’s in there deep and strong hands hold him still. “please stop … please don’t this!” he fights against the restraints to no avail. he hears one say that his blood smells so good. he hears them say how they don’t want to take much, but wants to take enough of Emerson’s blood to last them a while. he hears one get permission to bite into his neck, but watch out for the jugular vein, as his body grows weak and he’s slumping against the chair he’s in. his head is turned harshly to the side. the sharp feeling of FANGS going through his neck makes him cry out in pain. his body can’t take it. even though he’s blindfolded, the darkness of unconsciousness over comes him.

unknown to emerson, the two who grabbed him left in the warehouse they had him in; tied up, body broken, bloody, and barely alive. they took what they wanted from him and gathered their things before leaving him alone. of course he didn’t realize this because they left the blindfold on him. when he slowly came to, emery tries to move, but finds his legs and arms are tied. “hello…. hello?” his voice comes weakly out, rough and hoarse from lack of water. “hello… anyone here? please…” he falls into a coughing fit from trying to take a deep breath. he still lays on the ground where they had left him.

emerson doesn’t know that they had taken photos of him and sent them to calcifer’s phone. he didn’t know they sent the photos with a message that said “come and find your boy. he sure does taste good.” so when he hears frantic footsteps coming towards him, he starts to thrash on the floor; trying to move his body to crawl away from whoever was coming. but then he hears his voice. asking him who did this to him. there's relief that overtakes his body. he stops crawling to get away. instead he crawls closer to where he thinks calcifer is at; body shaking from sobs as realization settles in that he's SAFE.

"i... don't know.... they kept me blindfolded. they kept me in the dark." he didn't see their faces. he didn't know if they were human or not. clearly one wasn't, but what emery thought he could be was just a myth.... right? what he doesn't know is they were both from calcifer's past and in one of the images they sent, they posed with a unconscious emerson and made sure to send it so calcifer would recognize them. fucking idiots. but they didn't care. they wanted calcifer to know his emerson wasn't safe and could easily be taken by anyone willing to cross him. "they did it because of YOU." he doesn't realize that there's fear in his voice. "please... calcifer tell me why they came after me. WHY?" he won't hear whatever answer cal has for him because his body gives up on being awake and almost immediately emery drifts off into unconsciousness. his exhausted body goes limp while the bite marks and needle punctures slowly bleed.

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@burninq cont. from here

Watching Calcifer with narrowed eyes, she sighed dramatically. "Ok, fine. Yes. You happy now?"

Annie wasn't sure what she'd agreed to, just that she knew he'd been going on about it since she ran into him. She started tuning him out at about the third time asking, and then tuned back in when he kept up with it. "You're very determined when you want to be, I hadn't realized."

[choserage]

@burninq | cont.

      not giving her much of a choice, is he? either deal with him now or have him show up unannounced again, eager to push her buttons. for what? to get a reaction? as much as she'd like to shut the door in his face, humoring him for a short while might avoid the headache he would no doubt cause.       this little outing could still give her one but if it would get him off her back then the choice was obvious. there's no point in saying it's the opposite of company she wanted when her behavior should have proven that to him by now.       "fine." a reluctant sort of acceptance would have to do for now, she tells herself as she grabs her coat and keys. her hounds would have to wait for their walk until she gets back. "i could use the fresh air and a decent cup of coffee."

[doctorserialkiller]

"you're telling me . . . you went from performing some kind of surgery ?? to making food ?? is that what i'm to understand from that statement?" he's amused by it nonetheless, though he finds himself confused at the same time. it's a bizarre change of pace, but perhaps he just didn't have the stomach for it . . . though something tells him that isn't quite the case either. obviously, Calcifer has to know what caused the change in him as he shakes his head in amusement with a quiet huff. "what made you change your mind ?? i mean, no offense, but that's pretty drastic - to go from anatomy to culinary. those are two very different mediums. i'm curious. was it too much blood for you or did you kill someone on accident ?? if i were to venture a guess, it's usually the second option that scares people away."

"No, that's not what I'm saying at all. I'm a doctor and I like being one but to relax I cook which is a way of using my knowledge of anatomy that I hadn't thought of before that." He wasn't about to tell the man that he was a serial killer because he didn't trust him and it's not like he eats his victims so this is as close to a reason as he can get without giving up his secrets. "I wouldn't want to stop being a doctor. I work in the ER of the local hospital and I've lost more than my fair share of patients already so that isn't something that scares me. What scares me is that one day I won't be able to do it anymore and then I guess I'll die of boredom. I would never quit my job to cook, it would have to be something way more challenging than that if I ever did. Besides when you're a doctor you can get away with all types and sorts of stuff, like picking up dates at work and such." Ethan laughs and sits down at the table with the other man.

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[malka-lisitsa]

send 🌹 and i'll recommend a blog that makes me happy

Three came to mind immediately and not to be so in character but-

@ripper-royalty

@stefcns

@sanguis-addict

All make me super happy. Each has their own unique relationship with Katherine that we have worked so hard to achieve. Each one is Steferine but in a different font and I love all three of them to death. Their interactions are so important to me. They are definitely Katherine's favourites and all three of them are very talented writers. It's no wonder we were able to keep both characters IC and have three close but different variations of this epic love.

If youre not following all three you definitely should but also them boys are KATHERINES so you best watch yo self bc she will gut you for tryina take her mans.