#neonbitemarks

[ofviolentdeath]

@neonbitemarks

The snow had started out light, small flakes spiraling to the cold ground but it had quickly picked up. Now, large and fluffy flakes were coming down heavily, the view from the shop's windows obscured, verging on white-out conditions. Byrne had meant to lock the door and flip the sign to closed but he had gotten distracted with tending to the fireplace, knowing that the older building wasn't the best at keeping out the chill, even with an updated heating system.

The chime of the bell had him turning, hands sliding into pockets as he took a few steps forward to get a better look at the other, unsure if they were a customer or just someone trying to get out of the quickly building blizzard.

"You uh, lookin' for a specific book?" It was the best way Byrne knew to gauge what he was in for as there was a code among his less pleasant clients centered around specific titles.

[lungsandlips]

"I heard you might need a hug or whatever. Shoulder to cry on. Someone to ignore all the bullshit with? I'm here to provide."

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[dandeliicnsarchiived]

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" Hey don't judge me! Blame the werewolf side of me and being loyal! When we make friends, have romantic relationships or overall have good people around us, we're loyal to the very end. I'm thankful that part of me didn't die." Claire somewhat teased back to Nik, it wasn't until recently that she came to terms with her hybrid nature. She tried her best to not reflect to heavily on the fact that she did die in order to become what she is now; but overall, she was a lot happier.

"Oh, I have to tell you the latest and greatest! We got these two new cooks, vampires of course and they're honestly not that! I've come to find out, that the really old ones, just wanna lay low, avoid the drama and help people! So I am learning that not all vampires are predators just looking for a next meal."

[itsagentzero]

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"Dude, I brought you a cursed item once," he groaned. "ONCE. Am I never gonna live that down?"

He wasn't as frustrated as he sounded like, but it was mostly amusing to find the level of inconvenience he could cause by actually acting on his good intentions. His makers had created him to be a weapon, and sometimes it was hard to be anything but.

"I tell you, I have no way of knowing when something is cursed. My powers block that kind of shit-- And I can't even trace magic on my own or anything."

[ofviolentdeath]

"Nah, I think he's just appreciative of the food and warm place to sleep more than anything." Vervain rolled his eyes at that, amused but quick to throw back his own little quip. "I dunno, you might have some competition for cuddles at least. This thing is pretty damn cute."

The way the dragon nuzzled reminded him a lot of a cat and, if the personalities were similar enough, it could have been a form of scent marking. It was definitely something to ask his older sisters about at a later time.

"The big issue's gonna be findin' enough information on him and his species. There ain't a whole lot of records left when it comes to dragons. At least, not that I've come across." Which was going to make it harder to make sure he was on the correct diet too.

"Looks like he's already pretty damn attached to you," Wylie grinned, noticing the cute look on Verv's face that gave away that the feeling was mutual. "Hope he's not the jealous type since you were mine first."

Of course that was a joke, but Wylie didn't mind sharing Verv's affections with a tiny ball of fluff that clearly needed a loving home.

As Chupie's chin was scratched, he buried his little face into Vervain's palm, rubbing his cheeks against his fingers in return.

"That's pretty fuckin' cool," Wylie replied, figuring that it meant that, if climate dictated different characteristics, depending on how cold the climate Chalupa's species was from, maybe he was warm-blooded, which made sense with all the fur.

[heirofhermes]

MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD EDITION !!

repost. don't reblog. bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies.

SEBASTIÁN

scraped knees · silent tears in a locked room · slamming doors · pervasive loneliness · a dog barking · rain on a metal roof · flinching at movement · the creak of an old house · forced laughter · wandering in the dark woods · wondering how you made it through · sudden loss · trying to make sense of the noise · hiding what you love to protect it · trying to explain but your words falter · invaded privacy · confusion at the pain · running barefoot in the grass · wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing · realizing you aren’t a priority · grass stains on white clothing · trying to earn love you will never have · being threatened over the smallest mistake · secrets you are warned not to share · the feeling of never being good enough · the hope things might someday get better · grief that aches in your bones · childish dares and pranks · the sense that your body isn’t yours · shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry · sledding down a frozen hill · absentmindedly following snakes through the grass · punching a tree until your knuckles bleed · tears over every dead creature you find · searching out small places you can hide… just in case · climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you · the feeling of something tainted under your skin · a curious child told to stop asking · floral dresses · body tensing at approaching footsteps · anger with nowhere to go · brief escapes from the chaos · the purr of a contented cat · taking the blame to keep the peace · being told you’re too sensitive · the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

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[unconventional-weapons]

Moving everything back onto my main - neonbitemarks

[babyitsmagic]

Farah considered her response carefully. It was easy to be an asshole, especially given that most of her siblings were. Not to mention her parents. But she knew how to say the kind thing, too. She just had to think about it.

"That's... understandable. But you know she's not there anymore. And maybe you feel closest to her there, but she's as much with you as she is in her grave. As long as you're around, you're always carrying her with you."

"I don't know," Alejandro answered, trying to hold onto the possibility that they 'd come back once things were done with in New York, but knowing his dad, he wasn't hopeful that was going to happen.

"I grew up here. Yeah, I've been other places before for vacations and shit, but this is the only home I've ever known. Plus my Mom's buried here."

[grimlyyfiendish]

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[ofviolentdeath]

@neonbitemarks continued from [X]

"What business is it of yours if I did? You gonna tell on me?"

"Maybe I just want to watch what you do next. I like watching."

[lungsandlips]

"Staring at me like that is creepy, just so you know." Dimitri settled his hands on his hips and folded his wings behind him. He'd been caught out in the open but knowing how warded this place was he wasn't exactly afraid of the person who caught him. "You one of Bells lost boys?"

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[dandeliicnsarchiived]

Listening to Nik speak about New Orleans, Claire couldn't help but nod in agreement about the French Quarter and New Orleans itself being the hotspot for supernatural creatures. If anything, it felt like a supernatural city with hardly any humans around. However, the tourist did help Claire tether herself to her humanity, and seeing new faces always brightened her day. It was only at night that she worried for them, given that some vampires took the opportunity to make them their personal snacks.

" My friend Victoria is a witch, and she says there's a lot of energy there that helps with magic, also, I learned that the guy who attacked me on my birthday was a pure breed vampire, and apparently pure breeds in the area can actually practice magic, " Claire starts to explain the knowledge that Victoria passed onto her. " I guess it's more of a dark magic and they were originally witches who did that kind of thing and in the end they became vampires. I don't know all the bits and details, but it makes sense in my head. "

Listening further to Nik speak about his father, she made a huh sound in astonishment. " That's actually pretty smart. Typically, Tyler has me and the other vampires run to blood banks and make deals with the people there to stock up on blood. It's never a lot, just enough to be able to mix blood in the drinks, or actually make blood-based drinks for vampires who come in at night or wanna day drink. I usually just mix mine in smoothies, not really a fan of feedin' from the source. " Claire stated as she took a sip of her coffee and then placed it down. " I know it's weird, but I rather not sink my fangs into someone if I don't have to. Maybe it's the werewolf side talkin' "

"Yeah, New Orleans seems to attract a lot of nonhumans in general from all across the spectrum from what I've seen when I've been there, so that tracks. A lot of witches there too, so I think there might be some ley lines or somethin' that make it a particular hotspot for that stuff, but I don't know as much about magic than the rest of my siblings do because they got that stuff from their dad instead."

To say that even Nik's immediate family was a little complicated to explain sometimes was an understatement, but the basics of it were that his parents were polyamorous, and while Nik had a lot of older siblings, only Nyla had the same dad as him, while the rest were Alexi's kids.

Not that it made any difference to Nik in the slightest.

"Dad's not really the paranoid kind for the most part, except when it comes to makin' sure I'm safe, but he's got good reason for that," he replied with a shrug, alluding to knowing that Warren carried a lot of guilt and regret over what had happened to his son.

"Uh, he's kinda got a few different ones, actually. Owns a bunch of bars and nightclubs all over the world and has some other side hustles, but the bars and clubs are more of a front for tax purposes and a distribution system for what he's really doing, runnin' blood supply so people like us don't have to risk going out huntin' to eat."

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"Like I've already told you quite a couple of times before," he started, tired blue eyes looking up at the taller man. "I had no way of knowing that ring was cursed, but it didn't worry me too much because my power blocks that kind of magic anyway..."

"Besides, the heirloom I bring today isn't cursed! I think."

[babyitsmagic]

@neonbitemarks is getting farah!

"Could you think a little less loud? You're giving me a headache."

[lungsandlips]

“This is the last time I help Dimitri with shit,” Izzy grumbled under his breath. Awkwardly standing around some place he’d never been before wasn’t high on his list of things to do but he’d lost his grandfather to what looked like a serious, or at least heavy, conversation.

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[ofviolentdeath]

"No, they can't make you go back. You're old enough to make those choices for yourself and I'm calling Eli to make sure all bases are covered," he promised, refusing to let anyone take his son with what he had just been told.

At least if he had a doctor involved, it would help build a case to legally get the rest of Daniel's medical records as well as filing for a temporary protection order. Something needed to be done and he was willing to try doing it right for the sake of his son.

Daniel nodded again, not knowing of getting his records would be a difficult or easy task, but he assumed that there was a strong likelihood that his mother and stepfather would put up a fight once they realised Thrasos knew, and Daniel wouldn't be surprised if his dad had to get a lawyer involved at some point.

He hoped that things wouldn't get ugly enough for it to come to that, but the fear that his stepfather's claims about his mental health, and therefore Daniel's ability to make choices and advocate for himself, would mean that the courts wouldn't listen, or worse, return him home.

"They can't make me go back, right?" he asked, clear terror and desperation in the quiet meekness of the question.