#preylist

[pudgy-planets]

There’s also this wealthy, nonchalant, and bored goober who works for PreyDrop.

She’s not one of the Preydrivers. She’s actually one of the few who’s off the Preylist. You have an option to allow yourself to be available for consumption or not during the hiring process.

So while you can’t eat Sarasami (no seriously if you try to eat one of their employees against their consent, they will know, they will find you, not to mention these employees carry a potent chemical that forces you to throw them up if you do manage to swallow them.), she will eat you. Out.

She’s gonna suck your dick, okay, geez- does she have to explain everything- you get your milkshake and she gets yours-

[buildhope]

@preylist​, ♡    it’s quiet now as they lay here together in the dark,  one candle across the room enough to shine a small light over her face that brings alden enough peace in the moment.  after spending the last few days in captivity by the skins,  he needs this right here.  his body still trembles at the thought of it all,  mind still panics whenever he closes his eyes and remembers being surrounded by what he thought were walkers evolved into something worse  —-  only to find out that it’s still the living people of this world who wish to terrorize.  

his fingertips lightly brush over enid’s cheek repeatedly,  mostly just to feel her against his touch,  reminding himself that he is right here with her,  he is home,  he’s safe.  he’s been this way ever since they reunited,  hands attached to her in some way,  just to feel her presence and to always be sure he’s right here in the moment with her.  he’s content with just this,  staring back at each other,  feeling this intimacy that is still so new to them yet also so natural.  these last few days,  he worried he’d never have this with her,  that she would have to lose yet another person in her life if he never got the chance to come home.  now,  he’s not going to waste a moment with her.  

❝  i’m sorry if i scared you,  ❞   he whispers after a long moment of silence.  of course it’s not his fault;  he didn’t choose to go missing.  still,  the people back here are who he worried about,  wondering if alpha was going to weaponize him and luke and use that against them  —-  which they did.  it’s strange,  thinking about many years ago when he was used as hilltop’s wager,  and now,  they’re willing to fight to protect his life.  he wishes that they didn’t have to,  though,  no matter how much he appreciates it.  ❝ when i was out there  .  .  .     all i wanted was this.  to be back here,  with you.  ❞

[lingeringscars]

Send 🎰 for me to put our muses into a random list generator then post the first five as potential ships! // always accepting !!

@preylist

ryan edwards x aliyah. my natural response to this is always gonna be tell me about your ocs. but i think she should teach him to farm. i think that would b v good for him.

luna x matthias. i think i could come up w/ a whole ass t100 verse for matthias actually but as he is your char i will NOT do that. but now i’m thinking about luna being born in fjerda born luna who flees bc of the violent nature and persecution of grisha ( i still probably vibe most w/ healer!luna but heartrender!luna is also valid and a part of me says tidemaker!luna bc of roan’s death scene not gonna front ighgues ). 

juliet x kili. i don’t know if i could even begin to think of an lotr/the hobbit au but i think elf!juliet would be hot. 

klaus x spike. fuck. i feel like they have v similar energy. this is just a disaster waiting to happen.

peyton x liam. wait this is cute ?? i can’t really explain why. i can make up cheerleaders for lacrosse. they have that unlikely friends energy and i’m here for it. 

lydia x archie. tell me about your ocs x2. it feels up allie’s alley to be able to come up w/ an apoc au for tw chars but as i am not the best at this if u have a tw au i could probably make something work ( like hunter!archie. some sort of s6 vibe probably. me again making verses for u ignore me ). i could probably wb lydia based off cj’s metas. 

harper x enid. WAIT THIS IS REALLY CUTE. i again only know enid through gifs bc katelyn but i think they have similar energy personally. i want them to (lovingly) tease alden together quite frankly. 

june x jack. me coming up w/ a lost!au for june on the fly be like: tale section. taken by the others with her brother ( parents killed by the others, unknown for a while ). she trains and picks up on things quickly, thinking that this is how they survive the island. probably starts helping the others after her brother is killed and it’s blamed on jack’s group. insert angst. 

callie x vernon. this is also cute. callie would try to sit w/ boyd at the cafeteria probably bc knowing what it’s like to be on the outside. i don’t really remember much of his seasons but i love him. callie probably sneaks into the ice rink bc that’s just their vibe. i think that they also deserve a decent photographer since matt tried to kill them all. 

bellamy x aimee. i really need to watch this movie still. i barely even know the general concept, but i’ll get around to it. idk they can help each other try and get back to the people they love. 

luna x clyde. see above. maybe luna is apart of his colony or s/t. 

jenna x russell. tell me about your ocs x3. i really don’t know how they’d interact either. 

bonus. i got both jack/jin and juliet/jin

[storiesforgeda]

i don't wanna be anonymous because i want you to know how much i love and adore you!!! ❤️❤️ you are truly amazing and i am so grateful to have known you for a couple of years. so much talent, so much goodness, so much entertainment all wrapped in one amazing bean. 🤗❤️

anonymously tell me your honest opinion about me. i can’t reply, just publish.

[lazaraes]

ARES     STREET     KEEPS     CALLING     TO     HER     .               or     ,     perhaps     ,     it's     the     other     way     around     .               keeps     finding     her     way     within     it's     dangerous     confines     whether     she     intends     to     be     there     or     not     .               perhaps     it's     because     she     knows     he's     often     there     .               a     comforting     presence     /     protective     overseer     [     …     ]     sure     enough     ,     she's     found     him     .               

IT'S     A     PERILOUS     POSITION     ,     SHE     THINKS     .               or     it     would     be     ,     if     she     were     with     anyone     else     but     him     .               back     against     a     brick     wall     ,     the     flashing     from     a     nearby     establishment     throwing     colors     against     the     contours     of     his     face     .               (     he     almost     looks     beautiful     ,     she     thinks     ,     in     a     dangerous     way     .               an     appearance     designed     to     draw     you     in     for     the     taking     so     he     can     strip     your     flesh     from     your     bones     &&     gnaw     on     the     remains     .               )     red     sneakers     twist     against     the     pavement     as     she     offers     a     smile     [     …     ]     weak     &&     bashful     -----     the     look     of     one     who     knows     she's     in     trouble     &&     hopes     the     upturn     of     mouth     will     lessen     punishment     .          

POPPYLAN     :          you'll     keep     me     safe     though     [     …     ]     right     ?

@preylist​ ‘s     tora     :           i     don't     think     you     realize     how     dangerous     this     game     is

[voidbeings-a]

“ why did you bring me here? ”                       –   bonnie bennett   @preylist​

perhaps it is the strength of the place that worries bonnie   ...   rest assured, dear girl. this is a safe haven. a sanctuary, in which their kind can be at peace, even if for a few moments. there are other witches here. the grove appears otherworldly. water, a small spring, the color of lime. it nearly glows. the moss surrounding is the lovechild between deep green and faded blue. the trees bow; long, willow branches kissing the ground. some witches sit in circles, others, solitary, but they all stare at the newcomers in unison. silent. tied together, as if one mind. it is both dim and bright, as if the source of light is coming from another sun.

❛❛   this is a source. witches have rare places, rare times throughout this life where we can replenish our magicks. don’t be afraid, bonnie. i’d never take you somewhere you’d be in danger.   ❜❜

[thatprettylittlething]

❝  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝑽𝑶𝑰𝑪𝑬, it’s like nails on a chalkboard. ❞

@preylist summoned     ⟶     sc.

[muhlti]

PART  ONE:      KAREN  PAGE  HAS  RULES.      rules  for  what  she  is  and  isn’t  allowed  to  feel  for  frank  castle.          01.  you  are  allowed  to  miss  him,      but  only  a  certain  amount  and  preferably  not  after  eleven  pm.          02.  you  are  allowed  to  worry,      because  there’s  no  chance  in  hell  you  would  be  able  to  stop  yourself.          03.  you  are  allowed  to  like  him,      but  only  half  way.          04.  you  are  not  allowed  to  excuse  his  actions  categorically.      YOU CAN’T FORGET THE WRONG HE’S DONE,      even  when  it  starts  to  sound  right.          05.  you  are  not  allowed  to  want  him.      you  are  not  allowed  to  think  about  the  low  tone  of  his  voice  or  the  steady  weight  of  his  body  when  you  hug  him.      you  are  not  allowed  to  wonder  what  would  have  happened  if  you’d  leaned  in  a  little  more  in  that  elevator.    you  are  never  allowed  to  think  you  could  have  loved  him,      even  if  you  are  all  heart. 

PART  TWO:      KAREN  PAGE  HAS  NEVER  BEEN  TOO  GOOD  AT  FOLLOWING  RULES.

she’s  bought  white  flowers  from  the  grocery  store  four  times  now,      but  they  never  made  it  to  the  window  sill.      she  left  the  first  ones  on  the  kitchen  counter,      and  the  second  round  made  it  as  far  as  the  coffee  table.      she  took  the  third  bouquet  into  her  bedroom,      and  then  back  out  because  that  felt  like  crossing  a  line.      last  sunday  she  managed  to  set  them  by  the  window  for  a  grand  total  of  seven  hours  before  throwing  them  out.      she’s  sure  he  doesn’t  watch  anymore.      OR  SHE  WAS  SURE,      before  she  walked  into  her  apartment  monday  night.      she  makes  it  as  far  as  the  kitchen  before  she  sees  him,      just  sitting  there  on  the  couch.      the  sight  of  frank,      plaid  flannel  and  no  black  eye  knocks  the  wind  out  of  her  lungs  along  with  a  few  cuss  words.     “  jesus  christ,      frank.      YOU’RE LUCKY I DIDN’T SHOOT YOU ! ”      he’s  not.      she’s  not  that  quick  a  draw  and  for  all  she  knows  he’s  wearing  a  vest  under  that  hipster  looking  shirt,      but  it  seems  like  the  thing  to  say  either  way.  

STARTER  CALL.      VAGUELY  INSPIRED  BY  THIS.      WRITTEN  FOR   @preylist​

[connectedfaitharchive]

HE  ISN’T  EXACTLY  OPPOSED  TO  WEREWOLVES,   though  he  doesn’t  particularly  fancy     -----  getting  bitten,    not  that  it  would  do  much  to  him,  besides  just  some  sickness  that  passes.  unsuspecting  to  her  other  nature,  a  hunters  nature   ;   but  if  he  did,  some  comment  on  the  DOUBLE  WHAMMY.      «      thought  I  smelled  MUTT.    »     tone  exudes  that of  playfulness,   he  really  wasn’t  looking  for  a  fight.   //  @preylist

[jesuisbastard]

" your face is pretty, but it's missing something. - me, sitting on it. "

                  p r o m i s i n g. the mere idea something tingling at the edges of his mind before blooming into a full fledged picture behind his abysmal gaze that seems to bore into every pore of her flesh. how p r e t t y a sight indeed. tongues roll free of his plush lips to part one curling at the edge of his mouth while the other coiled in delight, ivory fangs glimmering in the fluorescent lights around them. neon red coats every angle of his sharp face, the shades drawn low along the bridge of his nose just as vast as his own gaze. he wont deny the thought had been harboring within his mind for a while, how those taunt thighs of hers would secure around his head and those talons of her in his hair the idea made the skin on his arms raise the spikes hidden beneath threatening to extend. 

                  he can feel the muscles in his neck FLEX as he smiles, at her long lashes brushing against his sharp cheek bones before he cuts his gaze to her long legs drawing closer. each step languid and slow before they are inches apart, voice a soft but husked whisper as his snow white brows arched in a playful gesture. “ then by all means be a good girl – and take your seat. “ 

[buildhope]

🏹  @preylist​​,   ❝ if you wanna go fast,  you go alone.  if you wanna go far,  go together.  that’s what i’ve learned  ----  that’s what i stick with.  me,  personally,  i prefer to be with people.  not just for safety,  but  ---  ‘cause bein’ alone never did me any good.  ❞ 

[peaceseekr-archive]

@preylist​ sent  you  don’t  know  anything  about  me. @valkyrie

“There’s only one way to change that...”

[ghststry]

★ ―  @preylist​  ♡’d  for  a  starter  for  steve  rogers .

𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭  𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐭𝐨  𝐛𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.  none  of  them  were  meant  to  be  there.  it  had  been  months  since  both  s.h.i.e.l.d  and  hydra  had  been  exposed  to  the  light  of  day.  months  since  he  had  found  himself  haunted  my  memories  of  a  life  that  he  could  not  piece  together.  fractured  fragments  of  another  man  trying  to  claw  his  way  out.  the  soldier  had  channeled  his  rage  and  his  frustration  into  dismantling  whatever  scraps  of  hydra  had  escaped  from  prosecution.  first  had  been  the  engineers,  and  from  them  he  had  tracked  down  a  hydra  safe  house,  then  a  hydra  laboratory.  he  had  pulled  at  whatever  shreds  of  leads  he  could  find  and  for  a  time  it  had  worked.  the  memories  and  the  nightmares  had  faded  until  the  blonde  american  only  infected  his  thoughts  every  other  hour.

but  he  was  here.  moving  through  the  same  hydra  facility  as  him.  following  him  through  the  mayhem  of  blaring  alarms  and  dropped  soldiers.  too  close.  he  could  feel  the  memory  threatening  to  take  hold  of  him  again,  could  feel  his  focus  slipping  further  and  further  away.  he  had  a  hold  of  lingenfelter  by  the  throat  when  the  captain  finally  entered  the  room.

"        stop.        "        the  demand  came  out  as  a  growl  and  the  soldier's  eyes  were  almost  wild.

[storiesforgeda]

@preylist​ liked for a starter ( for morgan ) !

“  do  you  think  we’ll  ever  get  to  see  that  TIGER  you  told  me  about  ?  ”

[klarsynt-arc]

@preylist​ bonnie said:  “  i can't fix it this time.  ”

              “  not everything can be fixed,  ”   comes the quiet response.  a tilt of his head,  emil’s gaze thoughtfully flickering over the witch.  everyone depends upon her to mend their mistakes back together with magic.  he’s watched it over and over.  she is the safety net of this town.  but eventually,  even the greatest stronghold will get cracks in the foundation.  she shouldn’t have to figure it all out.  “  i learned a long time ago that some things are written in stone and the harder you fight it,  the worse it gets.  not even magic can bend the universe to its will.  not every time.  ”  

[muhlti]

raven’s  used  to  aching  for  the  stars,      BUT  LATELY  SHE’S  BEEN  THINKING  ABOUT  THE  SEA.      she  likes  the  idea  of  wide  open,      weightless  spaces.      ( she  likes  the  idea  of  luna. )      raven  is  so  tired  she  imagines  her  nerves  fraying  like  wires,      SYNAPSES  COMING  UNDONE.      it’s  alright,      rest  is  a  luxury  raven  never  indulged  in  much.      it’s  alright,      it’s  alright.  

it’s  not  alright.      NOTHING IS.  

becca’s  mansion  is  quiet,      big  in  comparison  to  other  places  she’s  stayed.      but  nothing  like  an  oasis  in  the  ocean  or  the  sky.      she  prefers  the  labs  because  she  has  a  purpose  there,      even  if  that  purpose  is  sometimes  just  glaring  judgmentally  at  abby.      it’s  still  something  to  do.      sometimes  her  eyes  settle  for  a  while  on  luna  instead.      she  doesn’t  expect  the  warrior  to  catch  her  looking,      BUT  OF  COURSE  SHE  DOES,      and  of  course  raven  cheeks  go  hot.      raven  redirects  her  attention,      because  longing  gazes  are  not  her  thing.      that’s  bellamy’s  beat.      or  clarke’s.      occasionally  jackson.      she  pretends  to  be  focused  on  the  code  in  front  of  her.      two  more  minutes  at  she  won’t  have  to  pretend. 

STARTER  CALL.      VAGUELY  INSPIRED  BY  THIS.      WRITTEN  FOR   @preylist​