hearts roy, roman's daughter, cousin of tom and shiv's son hibs, a tiny woman with adult braces, overplucked eyebrows, masochistic body piercings, her single father's veins, her lonely father's eyes, her rootless father's mouth - pictured IF she had survived past her infancy, which in this hypothetical universe she did not.
hearts, from shiv's perspective, in the "canon universe" of this fic with the mencken presidency having further destroyed america, in which hearts does not live:
Van Helsing bestie, you're so right. Quincey is indeed the bravest of men.
I will never not find it funny how this random Texan cowboy figured out the whole thing not even 5 minutes in, while cringe fail Dr. Science Malpractice has been there for almost 2 weeks, and will still take some time to believe in understand vampires. Quincey is all man indeed.
Something I need to see in season 2: at least one full episode of Nancy being the best ally and coming up with increasingly batshit excuses for why Cynthia and Lydia keep disappearing together until Cynthia is ready to tell the other Pink Ladies
[heat] - It's hot, and receiver notices how the other's clothes are sticking in all the right places.
perhaps spending time today to further work on building a more proper place to practice all of his sculpture-making wasn't such a good idea, blamore thought. especially considering that eliza had volunteered to help it when the heat outside only got more merciless as time went on. though, to be fair, it was relatively nice in the morning whenever it decided to continue with setting up the walls for it's soon-to-be art workshop. a sigh slipped through blamore's list as he told eliza he was going to get them more lemonade; for, the large pitcher he'd brought out there for the second time? it had all been gone in just about twenty minutes of staying out there.
not to say that that was unreasonable, or anything. the hybrid had in fact sworn underneath it's breath the instant it saw just how hot it was outside from the thermostat. it was a hundred freaking degrees outside! alright, that's it, blamore thought while he poured the both of them some more lemonade except in just two glasses this time; the two of them did desperately needed to call it a day and recharge inside before either or possibly both of them collapsed into a heap. shortly after blamore had gotten outside, though, he couldn't help but notice that the heat had caused elizabeth's clothes to stick to her skin. and in kind of a provocative way.
it suddenly felt it's heart start to beat against it's chest and a sensation that was something equivalent to dizziness filling it's body, which made blamore want to drop everything and kiss her. maybe more in all honesty. and so, he sauntered over to her, before saying, ❝ god's, you are just so perfect in every way, eliza — you know that? it really makes me wonder where you have been all of my life sometimes, ❞ he set down the glasses next to the both of them and let out a playful chuckle, before he very gently embraced the other from behind. blamore just barely brushed it's lips against her neck to make sure she'd be alright with it, ❝ mm, you'd be okay with me kissing you here, yes? because i'd never want to make you feel uncomfortable. ❞
i got a goose tattooed on the inside of my forearm today and it was a flash piece but it's my favorite tattoo already it means everything to me i could sob