#deviltcwn

[welcometothevale]

@deviltcwn  Sent ♬ 

Send me ♬ and I’ll put my playlist on shuffle and make a starter for you with the first line of the next song

Song: What's Wrong -- Half Alive

"Your time's always right to fix what's wrong"

Rose knew halfway home from Misty’s home that she had to go back. Something hadn’t been right, but the talented witch had tried to hide it. The lavender haired fae didn’t want to pry, but she felt like she couldn’t just leave things how they were. She swiftly turned around and started back in the direction she came, and her pace was much faster than the comfortable walk she’d been having. When she got there, she didn’t even knock. She stepped in, saw Misty, and said, “I don’t know what’s wrong. But whatever it is, there’s time to fix it” as she approached approached the other woman. 

[legends-and-savages]

@deviltcwn liked for a starter with C.hato

Chato's eyes slid to Harley. "I'm sorry you want me to do what?" He asked. "Harley the fire doesn't work like that."

[painofhumanity]

@deviltcwn liked the Losers starter call

"Be warned, if you give Donnie attention, he will eventually try to get in your lap. He doesn't realize he's too big to sit on most people," Ben chuckled as his German Shepherd nuzzled Richie's leg.

[thefvrious]

@deviltcwn said -> “Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

The beating of the vampire's heart only commences when he is fresh from a feed, and the hunt that he had just embarked on had been quite the adventure. The little bugger had fought Lestat tooth and nail, but none of his mortal strength was even close to matching the Brat Prince's. As he strolls past Louis, he smiles in that charmingly vain way he has. "For now... does that scare you, Louis?"

[deadlynightshcde-a]

❔

i'd love to throw ivy at harley. it would also be funny for lestat or luis and one of my twilight muses to interact. you have so many interesting characters, it's hard to choose lol!

[pleasedontrespectme]

Sloane & Caleb

Closed for: @deviltcwn Connection: Strangers Setting: Downtown Bar

Dark hair, tanned skin, and sad eyes. The other man looked like misery had walked with him, hand-in-hand, through life. If this assumption was true, Sloane could relate. He thought he recognized the other from the gym he frequented but couldn't be sure.

He dared not approach the other, who looked right through him. He's probably not even registering my existence. Sloane told himself, trying to be realistic. If this man was who he thought, Sloane was sure his group of close-knit friends were somewhere around and would make their appearances soon.

For now, the other was sitting alone and so was Sloane. He watched the other for a short while, regarding him with bemusement. Was it... Caleb? Sloane was pretty sure that was his name, and if he had been the type to pay attention to social status, he would know for sure.

As the other walked past, he ventured to speak: "Hey. Don't I know you? Caleb, right?" he bit down on his lower lip, worried he may have already embarrassed himself by using the wrong name.

[notintheipswichboyband]

"You tricked me. That doesn't happen very often." (From Caleb or Pogue)

Elementary Sentences, Vol. 1

Where he could agree that it was harder to trick Pogue than the others, it was not at all impossible, and certainly doable. So hearing the other state that, the fifth son tilted his head "Did that accident really leave you with that much brain damage, Pogue? Hm?" Chase glanced away briefly, his jaw unhinging slightly as he momentarily debated with himself. Then he looked back to the other "I think you're really setting the bar too high for yourself." Lifting the milkshake he was holding up, then, he sipped from it, staring from behind the sun-glass shades presently covering his eyes, a smirk playfully spreading over his lips, his eyebrows raising tauntingly at the other male.

[silvcrignis]

❝  quite a night, i’m impressed!  ❞ (Harley @ Keira 😘)

{Meme}: PHANTOM OF THE OPERA / SENTENCE STARTERS {x}

HONESTLY, she understood why the other blonde WOULD be impressed... The sight of a "haul" like hers especially one performed by someone as DRUNK as the thief had been last night was probably impressive to someone who was new to spending time with her.

She lifted her head up from the recently obtained couch her silver hair had been fanned across, seriously she was running out of places to PUT this crap which meant it was probably time for ANOTHER little sale.

"Is that SO? This is just the result of another Thursday night for me," she chuckled, grinning wide enough for Harley to see her fangs.

Usually she didn't go for girls anymore, even rarer for her to go so HARD to the point she was going out of her way to IMPRESS one... But Harley Quinn in particular just scratched an ITCH in her she wasn't even AWARE she had... She wanted to impress her m o r e, even the standard mistrust of other women her past experiences had engraved in her couldn't make that need stop.

[gcddamnvampire]

"How am I supposed to trust you?" She asked, unshed tears burning in her eyes. Though she was still fuming, her voice was a deadly quiet. "How am I supposed to trust you ever again when our entire relationship was based on a lie? Do you even care about me at all or am I just a business transaction to you?"

"Okay," Axel started with a sigh. "Your father may have paid me, but I wasn't expecting our connection or feelings to get involved. That part was real, I promise. Though I don't blame you if you don't believe me. I probably wouldn't believe me either."

[welcometothevale]

[X] Rowan for Axel (and maybe Rose for Misty)

Rowan has two which tied as their favorite:

and

And the meme doesn't call for an explanation but here's one anyway: Rowan likes to see Axel be goofy and carefree because he can be pretty grumpy sometimes.

And Rose's favorite picture of misty is:

Rose like's pictures like this because Misty looks like she's genuinely happy and being herself through the cute hat.

[thefvrious]

@deviltcwn said -> “I promise you’ll be safe with me.”

The laugh that leaves his lips is mirthless and his lavender eyes are devoid of their usual playful light as he regards Louis. Some days, Louis is near and dear to him; others, the younger vampire is the worms in the earth under Lestat's feet. "As if I need your protecting." He scoffs, his nose in the air. "What have I to be afraid of?"

[silvcrignis]

@wingsxnlead / @deviltcwn T h e y 😭

[welcometothevale]

How does your muse relax? (Rowan)

Rowan has a few relaxation techniques, not all of them legal. A lot of the time, they'll just pick up a new or old book and read. They like to read outside, but usually they only have time to read right before bed. They also will exercise; it helps them think, and afterward they are usually tired. So, it helps them sleep.

Their main source of relaxation and peace is to toke up. They always try and keep a stash in their camper, and they mostly use it medicinally. But they smoke several times a day to handle some of their anxiety or depression. And if all else fails, smoking enough will make them pass out and sleep all the way through the night without dreams.

[pleasedontrespectme]

Sloane was taken aback when the bigger man jumped in his seat. "Sorry to startle you." he said, almost sounding confused at his own words. "What are you drinking?" he asked, settling himself onto an empty stool next to Caleb. Caleb swam, Sloane thought, after searching his mind for relevant conversation topics. Slaone played baseball, which was in the same realm but not similar enough.

Sloane took in the smell of Caleb, alcohol wasn't just on his breath, it was like a perfume around him. Sloane dismissed this, as they were seated in a bar directly in front of all the alcohol. Still, Sloane had failed to finish his first mojito and could tell his senses were more attuned than Caleb's at the moment. "I'd say let's do some shots, but you may have beat me to it." Sloane offered a sheepish grin.

Sloane & Caleb

Closed for: @deviltcwn Connection: Strangers Setting: Downtown Bar

Dark hair, tanned skin, and sad eyes. The other man looked like misery had walked with him, hand-in-hand, through life. If this assumption was true, Sloane could relate. He thought he recognized the other from the gym he frequented but couldn't be sure.

He dared not approach the other, who looked right through him. He's probably not even registering my existence. Sloane told himself, trying to be realistic. If this man was who he thought, Sloane was sure his group of close-knit friends were somewhere around and would make their appearances soon.

For now, the other was sitting alone and so was Sloane. He watched the other for a short while, regarding him with bemusement. Was it... Caleb? Sloane was pretty sure that was his name, and if he had been the type to pay attention to social status, he would know for sure.

As the other walked past, he ventured to speak: "Hey. Don't I know you? Caleb, right?" he bit down on his lower lip, worried he may have already embarrassed himself by using the wrong name.