- obsciuro29.01.2022 - 3 monts ago
Modern Mythology: Vampires
In European folklore, the vampire is a creature that rises from their grave and feeds off the life essence of others, most notably in the form of blood, draining their victims of every drop. For centuries there have been many superstitions about the vampire myth; that’s the way they want it to be. There was a time when vampires were feared, now anonymity and secrecy rule their lives. They live in constant change; always moving from one place to another, always choosing that tiny apartment in the big city; easy to lure people in and easier to sneak away if they get caught. Forgery is a skill and a necessity. Every single night is a hunt out on the streets and every morning there’s a new body lying face down in an alleyway.
1519 - obsciuro15.01.2022 - 4 monts ago
leaning back in his desk chair, fingers linked casually behind his head, rodolphus flashed a droll, slant-eyed expression in the direction of his supposedly BORED wife. leave it to her to turn a decidedly mild, relaxing day away from work into a challenge of peace ━ a peace she’d so brazenly disrupted when she’d decided to storm his office in pursuit of entertainment. ❛ since when is it MY responsibility to entertain you ? ❜ he replied lazily, cocking his head in speculative amusement. but then again, perhaps he should be a little more concerned about her admission than … annoyed, as a bored bellatrix spelled trouble for all. ❛ honestly, TRIXIE. i’m not your personal barnstormer, no matter how much you may wish otherwise ━ and since i finally have a day off to spend at my leisure, i suggest you seek your entertainment elsewhere. because you certainly won’t find it here. ❜ being that she was a piece of work herself … well, it was no wonder he wanted no part in whatever it was she wanted ( or expected ) from him. & it’d be nice if she actually listened to him just this once. but something told him all the wishing in the world would be in vain. bellatrix, listen to him? he’d have better luck trying to convince a snake not to gorge itself on mice.
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‹ ❝ i’m bored, ❞ › bellatrix announces as soon as she enters her husband’s well-organized office, her dark eyes gleaming with challenge. as their marriage was arranged by both sets of parents; she can’t exactly claim it to be a good, healthy one. but surprisingly, it works for them ━ she never wanted to marry or bear the responsibility of birthing an heir, and he … well, his darker nature complements her own. ‹ ❝ well? ❞ › a dark brown eyebrow rises in expectation of his eventual capitulation, her hands immediately finding purchase on her hips as she slants an almost eager, half-lidded look in his direction. ‹ ❝ what do you intend to do about it? ❞ ›
1 - obsciuro15.01.2022 - 4 monts ago
nakia & david:
@ eldritchcs, vxorfreude, flamaeternas, obsciuro
* ✮ ╾ THE MOON HANGS LOW IN THE SKY, reflecting brightly on the ocean like a skull foaming at the mouth, its smile stretching wildly across the pitch-black backdrop. a perfect night for a less than perfect situation. legs dangling over the side of the railing, nakia carefully balances on the handrail, fingers digging sharply into the metal as she ponders her stepfather’s latest foray into despotism ( with a side order of assholeness. ) as an active member of the surf nazis, a group of criminals who treat santa carla as their very own playground, complete with protection money demands & drug and firearm distribution, solving issues related to territory disputes falls under his jurisdiction —— just as she does. and now she has no choice but to give in to his demands lest her younger sister fall prey to the bastard’s explosive temper. use your gift, he said. find their weaknesses, he said. funny how he would call her curse a gift now when before, he would always refer to it as freakishness. ❛ lỗ đít, ❜ she mutters under her breath —— but then visibly starts when she suddenly notices a young boy ( he can’t be much older than ten ) staring up at her, an aura of distress emanating from his slightly trembling form. ❛ hi, there, ❜ nakia says, deliberately keeping her tone soft and friendly so as not to startle him. ❛ would you like to keep me company? ❜ she inquires, accompanying the offer with a small, genuine smile, one he eagerly returns & with a nimble jump, he quietly joins her on the handrail, sitting as close to her as he dares. ( and just like that, she makes a new friend, one who seems just as lonely as she tries so hard not to be. )
‹ ❝ fool, ❞ › david gazes down at the bloodless corpse, the sight of her mangled throat bringing a self-satisfied smirk to his lips; the girl, blonde this time and quite the screamer, is lying sprawled across the thick, gnarled roots of the tree he so nonchalantly deposited her body after drinking his fill of her blood, dropping like a marionette whose strings have been cut. humans. such pitiful creatures. few understand or even recognize the dangers of inviting strangers to their bonfires ━ and fewer still notice the danger until it’s too late and they’re choking on their own blood … or what’s left of it, anyway. [ PITIFUL CREATURES LIKE THAT DESERVE A PITIFUL END. ] casually wiping the corner of his bottom lip with his thumb, he drops a contemplative gaze to the smudge of blood on the tip of his finger. lacking. her blood is lacking. he should find a better donor. maybe later. a dark chuckle rolls from his throat, more amused than anything by the thought of hunting for a new, adequate donor. but instead of giving into his mirth, david chooses to wrap himself in ominous silence as he reaches for the body, effortlessly slinging it over his shoulder ━ before proceeding with a predatory lope toward the shoreline, intent on getting rid of the evidence. so, it is with that goal in mind ( and with far greater force than a human is simply capable of ) that he lobs the corpse into the ocean, offering his fellow predators a free meal. they should be grateful he bothered at all. ‹ ❝ bon appetit. ❞ › his whisper reaches out of the night, a darker nature underlining the playful words. but it doesn’t take his playfulness long to dwindle, succinctly dropping into yet another ominous silence ━ for dramatic effect, according to paul and marko ━ and with an indifferent shrug, he follows the well-treaded path through the sand, heading to where he and the boys left their bikes. naturally, he can’t help but wonder if his brothers have made successful dinner arrangements for the night. no doubt they have; his boys are talented hunters, after all, second only to him.
as he draws near his destination, however, the sadness lacing through the sweeter, more childish undertones of laddie’s voice brings him to a standstill, and he cocks his head when an unfamiliar voice soon joins the boy’s, her soft, dulcet tones like a sweet caress against his skin. surprising. arousing as fuck … but surprising. “i’m not supposed to wander off. but i can’t find my brothers. i-i looked everywhere,” laddie is saying, the fact that he’s wandering the boardwalk alone pulling a low growl from david. where the fuck is star? useless bitch. his mounting irritation, coupled with his second-rate meal, drives him to act without thinking, and with the ease of a creature who knows his body’s limitations, david catapults himself over the metal handrail and lands next to a pretty, asian woman, whose scent is probably a ten on the richter scale. it’s so mouthwatering that he’s surprised the half-vampire hasn’t attacked her yet.
‹ ❝ who the hell are you? ❞ › it comes out as more of a demand than a question, but when he sees a stranger, no matter how pretty, cozying up to a member of his family, he just can’t seem to curb the asshole within. it’s his default setting.
fangs poised to tear into the neck of his oblivious dinner date, dwayne paused their fatalistic descent when he caught the familiar, telltale flash of yellow, red, orange, and green disappearing into the crowd ━ he would recognize that obnoxious skirt anywhere; star enjoyed imitating gypsies, liking the element of mystery attached to the name. a disgruntled hiss slipped past his parted lips, and in an uncharacteristic fit of PIQUE, he snapped the girl’s neck, the audible crack of bone breaking echoing eerily through the alley. surprised by his brief loss of control, dwayne let the body drop to the ground, unceremonious in his handling of a human who would have eventually died by his hands, anyway. & as he was currently too busy trying to pinpoint the specific whereabouts of his youngest brother to pay the dead brunette any heed, he chose to ignore his instincts, especially those urging him to dispose of the evidence, his impetuous kill among the thousands randomly dispersed throughout santa carla, ironically named the murder capital of the world. fact was, anyone could have done it, even a human.
there, he inwardly growled. FOUND him.
an air of palpable satisfaction radiating from him, his vampiric features rippled and contorted, seeking the perfect disguise ━ until only the human facade remained, a trick to lure prey into a false sense of security. once properly masked, dwayne pivoted on his heels and infiltrated the boisterous throng of human cattle, setting a quick & purposeful gait in search of laddie, unsurprised to find that david had beaten him to the punch.
❛ laddie, ❜ he quietly addressed the half-vampire as soon as he reached his side, gently brushing up against the boy to reassure him of his presence. it seemed to work, for laddie immediately began to relax and acknowledged the older vampire’s arrival with a cheerful grin, small fingers gripping the sleeve of his leather jacket in welcome. giving his hand a comforting squeeze, he then turned his dark, hooded gaze to the woman who’d been keeping the little guy company, silently appraising her.
beautiful and innocent ━ a hell of a combination.
5 - obsciuro12.01.2022 - 4 monts ago
You can’t be brave if you’ve only had wonderful things happen to you.
— happy birthday, alyssa | @caradocdearborn!
293 - obsciuro12.01.2022 - 4 monts ago
“They’re coming.” this is for the darling kira!
❛ i KNOW that, ❜ kira hissed between tightly clenched teeth as she ducked into an alley, her feet pounding a staccato rhythm against the large, polygonal stone slabs that passed for roads in ancient greece in her effort to escape the advancing guard. ❛ this looked so much easier in the game. ❜ though she was tempted to chuck her shoes ━ pink nike air max 97 premium sneakers that had cost her a pretty penny ━ at the unsuspecting head of the first guard who found her, she knew better than to give in to such childish temptation. that, and she wasn’t too keen on the idea of being tossed into their version of prison with no chance of parole … or a reset button. because damn it, that was just the thing she needed to turn this game around.
0 - obsciuro12.01.2022 - 4 monts ago
humans never changed. the world of MAN might have been granted the gift of evolution, but the creatures who called it home foolishly chose to renounce the very idea that the world did not, in fact, revolve around their insignificant lives. such arrogant, self-entitled vermin ━ they were destroying the very thing they called home, refusing to acknowledge their role in the gradual decline in its vitality and ofttimes blaming others for the wrongs committed in the name of their greed. humans never CHANGED. but this one … this one was glaringly different. a thoughtful frown curving his mouth, sesshoumaru watched from across the street as a fast-moving, bright burgundy car ( or, as he liked to refer to them as, a death trap on wheels ) sideswiped the child, hard enough to catapult him into a busy food stand, where a man was endeavoring to attract various pedestrians to his mobile business by way of smell. it had worked surprisingly well ━ up until the boy had accidentally overturned the cart, sending hot, steaming plates and bowls of food crashing to the ground. but what truly confounded a mind that had lived through centuries, experiencing the establishment & fall of several civilizations, was the absolutely staggering fact that the other humans were oblivious, perhaps even indifferent, to the sight of an egregiously injured teenager. it was frankly disgusting … humans were disgusting. was it any wonder that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with them?
when he deliberately turned away from the picture of agony and pain the boy painted, however, an even stranger sight piqued his interest ━ the youngling was suddenly sitting up, not a grimace or injury in sight … almost as though it had never happened.
how ( intriguing. )
that brief flash of intrigue awakened his curiosity, drawing him toward the child with the sad eyes and the MYSTERIOUS aura. it felt both human and not, as though it hadn’t yet found a balance between the two and as a result kept fluctuating with every borrowed breath its owner exhaled. obviously, the boy wasn’t meant to survive a head-on collision with a four-thousand-pound machine. & yet he had. he did. ❛ you should have died, ❜ were the first words out of his mouth as soon as he came to a stop next to the slumped, petite form of this anomaly that should not exist.
@ obsciuro
┃ ┄ ┄ OW is his first thought, followed by NOT AGAIN. a grimace distorting his features, hirohito’s trembling fingers immediately reach for the back of his head where a large knot would have formed if not for the fact that his life is strange and his body doesn’t quite understand how to stay dead. this isn’t the first time his head has made nice with the asphalt, cracking open like an egg on the side of a bowl ╾ dying is his reality, and his reality sucks ╾ but this is the first time a car has accidentally mowed him down, clipping his hip and sending him careening into the crowded takoyaki stand. and it hurts, the agonizing impact of metal against flesh turning his stomach and bringing tears to his eyes. it hurts so much that he can barely think. slowly pulling himself into a sitting position, the young japanese boy watches with a sort of detached resignation as the people around him continue on with their lives, the accident long forgotten. just as he has been forgotten ☾ because even when he dies, no one seems to pay him any mind. ☽
1 - obsciuro12.01.2022 - 4 monts ago
Sentence Meme sentences
“Are you crazy?”
"Are you even listening to me?”
“Are you even listening to yourself?”
“Are you sure they won’t find out?”
"Are you sure this is legal?”
"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
"Are you threatening me?”
“Be mine.”
“Do I know you?”
“Do you love me?”
“Do you remember this?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Don’t go.”
“Don’t let me die”
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Don’t make me beg.”
"Don’t you dare come near me!”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Explain yourself.”
“For you, I would _____”
“Give it back.”
“Give me another chance.”
“Have you ever even done this before?”
“How drunk are you right now?”
“I already regret this.”
“I am not wearing that.”
"I can’t believe you missed that.”
“I can’t do this anymore.”
“I can’t even look at you.”
“I could kill you!”
“I dare you.” or “I dare you to _____.”
“I didn’t do it.”“
"I didn’t know you could do that.”
“I don’t want to look at you right now.”
"I guess this is goodbye.”
"I hate you.”
“I have to go.”
“I just want to cuddle.”
“I know your secret.”
"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”
"I love you.”
“I miss you so very much.”
“I missed you.”
“I need a drink.”
“I need a hug.”
“I never really loved you.”
“I owe you.”
“I think I broke it.”
“I think I’m falling in love with you. ”
“I think I’m forgetting something.”
“I think it’s broken.”
"I trust you.”
“I want to be yours.”
“I want to try this thing I read in a book.”
"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now.”
“I’ll be there in five minutes.” ”This is really inappropriate.”
"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”
"I’m bad for you.”
"I’m dying.”
“I’m going to be sick.”
“I’m not speaking to you anymore.”
“I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”
“I’ve never heard that one before.”
“If you stay quiet, no one will know.”
"Is that my shirt?”
“It was me”
“It’s so beautiful.”
"It’s time to choose.”
"Just five more minutes.”
“Just go.”
“Just leave me alone.”
“Just let me die.”
“Just relax.”
“Just what did we do last night?”
“Kiss me you idiot.”
“Kiss me.”
“Make me.”
“Marry me?”
“My Parents don’t know”
“My parents know.”“
"Never again.”
“Nh, don’t be so rough!”
“No, that can’t be my baby.”
“No! You can’t die on me now!”
“Put it away.”
"Put your trousers on!”
“Put. The. Weapon. Down.”
“Shut up and listen.”
“Take responsibility.”
“That isn’t mine.”
“That looked easier on TV.”
“That sounds painful.”
“That was a bad plan.”
“That’s mine!”
"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard.”
“They’re coming.”
"This seems familiar.”
“This stays between us.”
“Truth hurts, don’t it?”
“Want to hear a secret?”
“We need to talk.”
“We’re moving too fast.”
"Well that was unexpected.”
“What are we doing here?”
“What are you afraid of?”
“What are you touching?”
“What are you?”
“What do you need?”
“What happened to you?”
“What have I done this time?”
“What if someone catches us?”
"What sort of noise was that?”
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“What were you thinking?”
“Where are my clothes?”
“Where did you find this?”
“Where do you even find this sort of thing?”
"Where were you?”
“Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”
"Why are you wearing that?”
“Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am.”
“You could have died!”
"You could have killed someone!”
“You coward.”
“You don’t need to be so gentle.”
"You drive me crazy!”
“You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”
"You lied to me!”
“You mean everything to me.”
“You owe me.”
“You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!”
“You’re all out of ____.”
“You’re an idiot.”
"You’re bad for me.”
"You’re dead to me.”
“You’re pregnant and It’s mine”
“You’re really good at this…”
"You’re so weird.”“
"You’re under arrest.”
83253 - obsciuro12.01.2022 - 4 monts ago
“I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.”
— Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente (via compelledbybooks)
8999 - obsciuro12.01.2022 - 4 monts ago
character aesthetic – — ( mary macdonald )
❝ mulciber! what do you see in him, sev? he’s creepy! d'you know what he tried to do to mary macdonald the other day? ❞
713 - obsciuro12.01.2022 - 4 monts ago
@ flamaeternas
an opportunity of a lifetime ━ that was what 3DV’s ad had so arrogantly claimed. & naturally, being the video game-obsessed nut her own parents had threatened to disown if she didn’t grow up quick and finally, after a hard-won battle, become a productive member of society, she’d believed it ( hadn’t even thought to question its cleverly worded statement that this new gaming system was steps above virtual reality. ) maybe she should have. maybe she should have done a little more research on the ENIGMACORE, a system they were planning to release to the public in one year should the tests prove successful. but it was too late for second guesses or regrets now. because stupid her had let the stupid thing near her stupid head, where it had latched onto her neck like a leech ( that brief pinch of pain had not done her endless supply of jitty nerves any favors ) and proceeded to transport her through the strangest, most colorful black hole she’d ever had the misfortune to fall through ━ not two seconds after she’d stupidly succumbed to curiosity and hit the START button on the game she’d chosen specifically for the beta test, which ironically had its own version of EC ━ except not in the gaming sense. god, she was screwed. ❛ i’m so screwed, ❜ kira muttered aloud as she, with her arms and legs spread out in a rather ridiculous caricature of an experienced skydiver, continued to free-fall through time and space of an unreality she just knew she wanted no part of.
what was that annoying thing people liked to say?
oh, right.
if it looks too good to be true, it probably is.
before that entirely-too-pessimistic thought had time to settle, however, the pretty multitudes of color surrounding her suddenly brightened ( to an unnatural degree, causing black spots to dance merrily across her vision as her poor brain tried to reorient itself ), before coalescing into a wide expense of blue, peppered here and there with white and grey ━ oh. oh, shit. were those clouds?
❛ oh, crap. crap, crap crap, ❜ she squawked and flailed her arms, the high-pitched mantra following her descent, all the way down to a random pile of hay that just so happened to be stationed underneath her, as if on purpose; the red head ( dyed, not her actual color ) let out an undignified screech when her flailing body suddenly met the surprisingly large, uncomfortably prickly pile of hay, which thankfully cushioned her fall. ❛ saved by cow chow. ❜ she grimaced, silently thanking whatever gaming deity was responsible for this clusterfuck for at least giving her something to break her fall ( & not her body. )
yeah, thanks, buddy. you’re a real lifesaver.
cue sarcasm.
but of course, it didn’t last. because, well ━ her curiosity was just too damn difficult to curb on a good day. & this most definitely didn’t qualify as one. her head surfacing from the sea of dried grass, kira couldn’t help but peer around at her surroundings in wide-eyed shock dread wonder; her very medieval surroundings. ❛ oh, shit. ❜
0 - obsciuro12.01.2022 - 4 monts ago
Rodolphus Lestrange + Rabastan Lestrange + Aesthetics
Mihi parta tueri; I will fight for what is mine. Such words were engraved in Rodolphus’ mind since the day he was old enough to comprehend the meaning of their family motto. He grew up exactly as the eldest heir their family ought him to be; resilient, cunning, vicious. Clever as the devil as twice as handsome. Whilst being second born, Rabastan lived in the shadows cast by his brother and struggled to constantly prove to everyone else he wasn’t just second best. The younger Lestrange was driven by an embedded insecurity that he carried with him for a long time. He didn’t want to be known merely as the second lestrange heir. He didn’t want to be just another infamous second son. He wanted the others to realize he was just as good as his older brother, the apple of their parent’s eyes, the golden boy to the rest of the world, if not b e t t e r.
735 - obsciuro12.01.2022 - 4 monts ago
MOODBOARD – The Lestrange Brothers
RODOLPHUS was the first born heir the Lestranges boast of. Charming as he was, his cunning mind paved the way for him to achieve greatness. He was molded to be a noble warrior they needed in a brewing war at such a young age. On the contrary, with a life filled with great expectations and constant comparison with his elder brother, it was easy for RABASTAN to feel as if he was forever trapped in Rodolphus’ great shadow. Second son, second best. Of course he strived to achieve what Rodolphus had achieved in his age, if not more. He wanted nothing but to appeal to everyone else that he was his brother’s equal but despite how hard he tried, the shadow the former cast was far too big, his attempts were deemed futile.
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