#nitebite

[vitalphenomena]

"I'm actually a really nice guy?"

"If you'd, you know, give me a chance. Let me in."

@vitalphenomena asked: * it’s truly a wonder that you’re still alive. joe levy

"Aw. That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

[abyssurvived]

surprise starter for @nitebit!

              arms constrict tight around lost sister friend, winter-kissed face buried in ashen tresses, familiar scent blooming in blend’s lungs— she had long ago accepted that her exploration into the fae realm was at a price ( years lost, unhonest family found ), and that one price of many was the loss of beloved allies, of a family once found soon forgotten; had never dreamed to see her again ( of all people ). trembling branches continue their crush of their prize, almost as if their retreat will lead to her own ( how many nights had ivy dreamt of being by beloved sister’s side again, smelling her perfume, before awakening to find herself instead in some motel bed with nothing, but her own demons for company ). 

             it’s an eternity before blend finally releases her companion, but trembling hands daren’t leave bunny’s upper arms before moving upwards to grasp her cheeks; there’s some part of ivy that knows that she should feel embarrassed, some part of her that knows that she give her friend space, room to breath after being practically mowed down in blend’s excitement of spotting her, but all that swells loud & warm in her chest is relief; relief of finding her again, of her being alive, of her being safe— ❛ - —god, you’re sight for sore eyes bun— how y'been sweetcheeks? ❜

[sjdsjdshadjs-archive]

OVULATION!!! OVULATION!!!

[vitalphenomena]

@nitebit

"No, you stop doing cocaine."

[withbeasts]

@nitebit liked x;

she slams the coffee down at the table, and reads her face carefully. the regulars and their regular issues. " haven't seen you in a while. "

[10ccs]

@nitebit​ said: "i'm just trying to figure out stuff."

he’s seen the look she’s wearing a lot. not in himself, though that’s certainly true, but in the people who sit behind his bar, staring into their drinks like they’re hoping for answers to appear in the liquor. 

sometimes they get the answer. more often, in his experience, they don’t. a lot of them return, searching again and again. he wonders if she’ll figure her shit out or continue searching in glasses. 

“i find a second drink helps.” 

[embodies]

send 💬 for a starter with a randomly generated line of dialogue. ↪ @nitebit​ : for jesse. accepting.

❛ are you kiddin' me ? we're not ' fine ' ! ❜ outbursts are a rarity ( no, fewer and further in between than that, a myth ) for the delinquent, all too often willing to settle for a begrudging sulk that so often acquiesces with unwanted outcomes. either he's reached his limit or the cocktail of substances in his system has summoned an uncharacteristic lash - out from him. either is plausible. ❛ you can't keep doin' this, bunny. it's not healthy. for me, definitely not for you. ❜ his words ride on a scoff of a laugh because the entire situation really is absurd. ❛ if you give a shit, cut it out. ❜

[soulmissed]

@nitebit​

“ you wanna play a game? ” he asks, hopeful. 

[wristful]

@nitebit​

    stevie gestures with his beer in a poor attempt at being subtle.  “-- that girl is staring at you.” 

[glacierfront]

@nitebit​

“Oh.” Julie wilts. “They — got my order wrong.”

A beat. She glances at the counter for a long moment. Debates within herself.

[teethearted]

𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑫 / An independent and slightly selective ORIGINAL CHARACTER. Created many moons ago and revamped June 2024. Adored by Shelle. 21+ ✧ set in urban/high fantasy but many verses available! Rules under the read more. / ASK & GOOGLE DOC.

❛ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝. The moment I look back on the most now that I’m immortal. What if I hadn’t left with Darcy that day? I’ve tried to change that day, those years over and over again. I never can. She comes for me and I always leave with her in the end. That’s the funny thing about destiny. You can’t change it, no matter how much you wish you could. ❜

rules are simple: i will not write with anyone under 21, i follow general roleplay etiquette and i am here to have a good time!!

ask is always open for meme's and i encourage you to send me them. i tend to post a lot of starter calls and it's a great way to get interactions going. i can write one-liners to para's but i tend to fall somewhere in the middle most of the time.

i like using icons for threads and for aesthetic reasons but will usually drop them if my partner is iconless. i just like to match formatting <3 i personally use small text and may change it up a lot depending on my mood. nothing fancy tho. i just like to mess around with capitalization at times

previously known as nitebit. this blog has been through at least three revamps and one url change (to my current url) a lot inspiration comes from norse mythology.

this blog will always be a wip and i'm constantly tinkering my google doc and changes can and will be made to bunny/varvara. i do recommend at least skimming through the doc before interacting!

all graphics credit goes to @/sereg0re !

[abyssurvived]

@nitebit sent ❝ you know me. i’ll be late to my own funeral. ❞ from here! ( accepting! )

          features twist, blend barely withholding the urge to swat at @nitebit’s shoulder—-- it’s a near thing, blend settling for turning her disgusted expression towards her instead. it’s not that blend is ignorant of their eventual deaths, but that’s not to say that she’s keen on thinking of them happening anytime soon ( although, with the shit they get up together, it’d be no surprise if their demise is just around the corner ), ❛ —-well first– y’ain’t dyin’ so let’s get that straight. second, there’s a lotta more t’worry ‘bout if y’late to yer own fuckin’ funeral. ❜

[perniicious]

@nitebit

said: “ how bad is it— wait don’t tell me. i don’t think i wanna know. ”

"it's fine - you're gonna' be fine." he's trying (and failing) to hide the fear in his voice, hands now red with blood pressing desperately against the gash on bunny's side. he would be damned if he let her bleed out on the floor of some shitty motel room. "i swear bunny, trouble should be your fuckin' middle name." he's teasing yet his hands move desperately as they yank a towel from the wall before returning to press it against her wound, forest green hues searching the feverish skin of her face, attempting to hold her attention. "hey - don't you pass out on me, alright?"

[sacrillege]

@nitebit​

PANIC SETS IN---- there’s an unusual thumping in her chest that she can only guess is what others would refer to as anxiety. Taking a breath she’ll swallow down that hard lump in her throat & force feet to find a bit of courage. It’s times like this where she wishes she could still sneak a quick hit, a little rush to take the edge off but sobriety has led the hound down another path. For the first time in years she looked healthy--- ALIVE would be a better word. Cheeks no longer sully & hollowed now tinted with a rosy glow. Cracking an awkward smile ( she’s still working on that ) the hound braces herself--- how mad can she be anyways ? getting sober is a good excuse for disappearing for a year right ? Oh well here goes nothing.

 “hey... stranger. long time no see.”

[10ccs]

@nitebit 

“how’s sobriety going?” 

truth be told, he’s not sure if she’s sober. it seems to change so often that he’s lost track, but he’s not judging. he’s the same fucking way. one day you’re high, the next you proclaim sobriety, and you just bounce back and forth between the two in the world’s shittiest game of tennis. 

[embodies]

send 💬 for a starter with a randomly generated line of dialogue. ↪ @nitebit​ : for dean. accepting.

❛ i'm telling you — the guy was a complete stranger, just walked up and gave me the bag. ❜ it is not the smoothest cover - up in the world but the charisma in its suave savviness may just well sway the vote. the excuse is easier than the alternative : to admit that he has a holdall full of weapons in the back of his trunk is little more than a one way ticket to either the cops or the loony bin. here’s hoping this girl is naive... he has dropped the satchel as if it burned his hand to hold, given it a nudge with his foot to increase the distance between himself and it. disowned, a trove of monster killers. ❛ i dunno what his deal was. think he had uh, a screw loose if ya get my meaning. ❜ huff of a laugh, uneasy and rooted to the spot.