#nightsuffer

[drkroots]

          @nightmrebound

               "You're lucky Spencer isn't here." If he was, he'd probably be able to make the air between Jewel and Camilla a hell of a lot less tense than it was. But for now, she was grateful he wasn't, as he was experiencing this sort of thing with his brother, he didn't need the added stress and sadness of the same thing happening to a daughter. "You've used that magic again, haven't you?"

[salvatoraes]

☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs - it's time to spread positivity !

my new beloved, i'm so glad we started talking and already have plots swirling around that i'm so excited for !!! i hope you know you're one of my faves now too <3

[bloodwr4th-a]

trash panda... her pet name for him is trash panda

nicknames meme.

" panda i can accept because i get why you would call me that, but trash? i'm more fabulous than a trashbin. try to find something better next time, sweets. "

[bldrdsh]

@nightsuffer / starter call ( nikolai kane )

He's seated on the log, just staring momentarily at the fire light. He'd been fortunate enough to have managed to OUTRUN death this last time around, but as per usual not everyone had been so lucky. As a few of the others make their way back to the warm glow he frowns a little.

HIS BROTHER is looking worse for wear as per usual, and he can't really see his sister so he's assuming she's probably back in those hellscapes again.

"...Damn."

IT'S ALL he can really muster without swearing fully, but the frown on his face says it all.

[ncthingistrivial]

          @nightsuffer

               "At least they're getting along." With a strange, almost childlike innocence, he pointed up to his companion and smiled. Moment in time wasn't much, but he could take it as a simple reprieve from the hells he constantly fought every night.

[demonwebs]

cam gives him a dead rat.

Give the muse an object and see how they react.

oh , wonderful . and people call him a cat . he holds the rodent by the tail with a disgusted expression on his face , the upper corner of his lip threatening to curl in disdain . ❝ ... thanks . ❞ a potent dose of sardonicism coats his words .

someone's still upset he suggested they'd make a good slave , clearly . didn't she know he meant is a compliment ? ❝ ... and what am i supposed to do with this ? regift it to astarion ? ❞

[silntfangs]

                  IT   WAS   EASY   TO   GET   LOST   HERE,   TO   BE   FORGOTTEN.   Though,   if   one   was   lucky,   they   could   be   found   again.   Despite   the   fact   of   being   lost   or   found,   sometimes   the   wrong   people   would   be   the   one   to   do   either   option.   Such   was   the   case   here.   Dwayne   moved   in   on   the   scene   instantly,   normally   one   to   mind   his   business,   but   he   couldn’t   stand   this.   It   was   suffocating   him   by   watching,   “   I   think   she   said   leave   her   alone.   "   His   voice   was   calm,   stepping   between   the   men   and   the   one   woman.   Dark   browns   glared   at   them,   a   void   the   men   didn’t   want   to   get   lost   in.   To   Dwayne’s   relief,   they   turned   to   leave.   Instantly,   his   shoulders   relaxed.   @nightsuffer

[bloodiedfngs]

                           blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

@nightsuffer asked: " that's a lot of blood. "

                  HE   LOOKED   AT   HER,   A   CALMING   YET   CHILLING   SMILE   SPREAD   across   his   face.   One   hand   came   to   wipe   away   the   blood   at   his   cheek,   and   then   pulled   it   back   to   look   at   it.   It   coated   his   fingertips.   He watched   as   it   dripped   down   the   digits   with   something   primal   dancing   in   his   eyes.   Yes,   it   was   a   lot   of   blood.   A   shame   most   of   it   was   wasted,   covering   the   floors   and   walls.   He   was   a   bit   messy   this   time   around.   It   wasn’t   his   fault,   really.   The   poor   man   didn’t   want   to   sit   still.                   WITH   A   LONG   STRIDE,   HE   STEPPED   OVER   THE   POOLING   BLOOD.   His   tall   stature   was   intimidating   to   most,   and   he   liked   to   use   that   to   his   advantage   when   he   could.   Still,   the   woman   didn’t   seem   to   budge.   Maybe   she   was   too   in   shock,   “   The   blood   isn’t   mine,   ”   not   at   all   comforting,   he   knew,   “   There   was   an   accident.   ”

[dear1nsanity]

› ♰ —— ... @nightsuffer: my boobs are fantastic. some would say breath-taking !

hands went up in defense just as quick as the statement uncurled itself from around her tongue [ ... ] spoken so matter - of - factly , as if he had the audacity to speak out against the truth. BUT HE WOULDN'T DREAM OF IT. palms greeted the air as a laugh rattled vocal cords —— a smile crinkling the corners beneath tired eyes.

❛❛ hey , i'm not disagreeing with you or those people , darling— ❜❜ perhaps it was just the opposite [ ... ] perhaps his relentless teasing was merely a ruse in order to rig the conversation in his favor. AMUSEMENT GREW WIDER ACROSS CHEEKS , the mischief plainly marking its territory with it. ❛❛ i'm just saying— i think i may need a reminder. . . in case i've forgotten what they looked like. ❜❜ after all , he was a very visual learner. ❛❛ for science reasons. ❜❜

[monstersunderneath]

🩸 ———— IT WAS TRYING TO HAVE A PEACEFUL SLUMBER IN THE SEWERS AFTER A LARGE, FULL MEAL ON A ROUNDED OUT KID. it was easy to confuse and lure that child; all it had to do was tell the kid the carnival had all the snacks in the world that he would want and then it was easy to have him for the taking. but now, he lied in wait with his other victims floating above it, enjoying the silence. it wasn't until the clown heard a few rocks tumble down into his place of slumber. it awoke and it hid behind large rocks, completely inviting for another curious child to enter its belly. it just wanted to instill the delicious fear first and foremost; you must season your food before feasting. “ did you come to see the dancing clown, little one ? ” he asked in a sing-song voice, giggling manically afterwards. it pokes just part of its face from behind the rock, enough to see its glowing eyes staring into the soul of @nightsuffer. “ i'm sorry but pennywise is tired from a long day at the carnival. but, maybe if you offer pennywise some delicious candy, pennywise might dance for you [ .... ] ”

[mysticfallsresidents]

LIVING WITH YOUR HUMANITY TURNED OFF WAS SOMETHING STEFAN HAD USED TO THINK HE WAS LONG PAST IN HIS AFTERLIFE. but, ever since klaus had compelled him to do so and he escaped the hybrid's claws, he had been enjoying every second of it and using every moment he could to avoid having to turn it back on. he knew the moment he did, his whole world would come crumbling down and he wouldn't be able to live with the guilt he had piled on for himself. instead, he enjoyed every moment like it was his last and he didn't look back. ripper stefan was a different breed than the one that possessed a semblance of a soul.

HE STROLLED THROUGH THE STREETS, IN SEARCH OF SOMETHING HE COULD ENTERTAIN HIMSELF WITH FOR THE NIGHT. he had grown bored of the basic routine of finding a girl, compelling, and toying with her emotions, ending it with a bloody mess he never bothered to clean up. he wanted a playmate ---- someone he could enjoy these lonely but exciting nights with. sure, he possessed no humanity in him but that didn't mean he didn't long for the companionship of a mate with the same love for chaos that he had. he had been watching and stalking @nightsuffer for a few weeks now. he always found a way to subtly insert himself into her life without creating a mark where she'd remember or recall his presence. he wanted just enough involvement to be able to study the kind of person she is and if she was worthy of being turned into an immortal creature; cursed but yet blessed with the gift of immorality. tonight, she had decided to spend her night in a lonely graveyard where the moon was overhead and the fog chilled the ground. what a perfect spot to make your move, stefan thought. and without hesitation, he did just that [ .... ]

INSTEAD OF SHOWING UP IN FRONT OF HER OR BESIDE HER, HE KEPT A SLIGHT DISTANCE FROM HER BUT JUST ENOUGH TO WHERE SHE COULD NOTICE SHE WASN'T THE SOLE PERSON OCCUPYING THE LAND OF THE DEAD. he stayed by the large, elder tree that plotted the center of the graveyard; its leaves dying and withering from its branches. he had his back against the thick trunk of the tree with one foot casually occupying the same space, using it to hold himself, and his eyes reading a small, old book of poetry. hey, just because he was evil doesn't mean he didn't enjoy good, classical literature. he waited for her move, for her to notice his energy lingering in her area and he knew she would because he used his vampiric energy to occupy her thoughts and send chills down her spine. he could hardly wait.

[drkroots]

          @nightmrebound

               "You don't answer my calls or my texts. You completely ghost me." She was hurting and there was little in the way of effort to hide it. "So now you show up at work all smiles?" Standing in the doorway to the emptying club, demeanour was sharp, different. "I covered your shift, by the way. Moon's sake, what the hell is going on with you?"

[haedbangers]

♡ ﹙ ANGEL ﹠ CAMILLA ﹚ give me cake or give me death.

baking was for housewives with a white picket fence in the front yard —— THE AMERICAN DREAM. everything she admittedly wasn't ; but still wanted to one day achieve. even if it meant five cats instead of five kids running around making a mess. . . but don't let her apron fool you [ ... ] it was merely tied around her waist to avoid the very likely possibility of flour ruining her designer dress. besides , she wanted to play the part of knowing her way around the kitchen. BUT DIDN'T PRACTICE MAKE PERFECT ? said apron had quickly been discarded once the cake was carefully removed from the oven —— and the smoke alarm overhead didn't wail its cry a single time.

❛❛ didn't your mom ever teach you patience was a virtue ? ❜❜ she'll tease @nightsuffer with a sugary laugh as she placed several containers of icing in front of her courageous guinea pig. AS MANY DIFFERENT COLORS AS SHE COULD FIND , but all still equally as sweet as the next. ❛❛ if you end up just eating out of these instead of the cake , i promise it won't hurt my feelings. ❜❜

[bloodwr4th-a]

@nightsuffer, camilla davis required a one liner.

" and then, um . . . and then i kept watching. "

[bldrdsh]

@nightsuffer / starter call ( karter kane )

HE TAKES A SECOND, exhaling as his back presses against the wall hands resting on his knees. He's only really got a second to catch his breath and he's got to make the most of it. Suffice it to say he's exhausted.

THESE RUNS were becoming more grueling by the minute and after a second he glances around the corner, shaking his head before letting out a quiet sigh to himself.

"Fuck..."

Head dips for a second as fingers card through his own hair.

"Better get back out there before they get bored and find someone ACTUALLY busy."

[choserage]

so you can't spend the night?

@nightsuffer | meme.

       he  shouldn't.  she  might  get  the  wrong  idea  that  he  cared  more  for  her  than  the  responsibilities  that  are  awaiting  him  and  he  doesn't  want  to  deal  with  some  kind  of  schoolgirl  crush.  however,  he  also  knew  of  the  troubles  she  often  had  falling  asleep  on  her  own  and  had  already  spent  a  night  keeping  watch  over  her  once  before.         the  thought  to  leave  is  briefly  considered  then  discarded,  his  attention  drawn  to  the  books  that  line  the  shelves.  he  had  a  few  of  those  himself,  in  an  old  language  that  was  very  rarely  heard  in  hell.  takes  a  seat,  one  such  text  appearing  in  his  hands  with  a  small  crack.            "if  you  want  a  bedtime  story,  i  can  stay  until  you  fall  asleep."