"They call me a monster, a devil draped in charm. But the truth is far crueler. I am salvation wrapped in damnation, the devil in disguise, and every soul that crosses me learns the difference far too late."
My name? I have many names and many forms, take your pick, Love.
Basic Stats:
Name:Dinah Day
Age: 28
Birthplace: Slavutych, Ukraine (moved to America at the age of 7)
Occupation: Bartender/Mixologist at Rousseau's
Residence: An apartment above the bar
Height & Body: 5'3" & Petite (she's a smol bean)
Parents: Deceased
Siblings: 0
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"They call me a monster, a devil draped in charm. But the truth is far crueler. I am salvation wrapped in damnation, the devil in disguise, and every soul that crosses me learns the difference far too late."
My name? I have many names and many forms, take your pick, Love.
@PsychicLure his own eyes out. Whatever shall we do? I think you’re going to want to sit down, love.”
All the while Poor Randy Taylor shakes from his core, his hands unsteady as he his hand brings the knife closer and closer…. Its inches from his eyes now.
🩸 The Debt of Blood
by Klaus Mikaelson
To @PsychicLure
Happy birthday, my sweetest treachery.
Another year older,
how quaint.
I imagine you surrounded by light,
by laughter that rings false,
by candles that tremble the way you once did beneath my gaze.
You thought you could
@PsychicLure That very first unfortunate bloke. She likes him. Wonderful.
“Randy. Randy Taylor. Pick your butter knife and gauge out our own eyes.”
Randy stands like a good little soldier and moves to pick it up all the while my eyes glance at her again.
“Poor old Randy is going to gauge
Stefan Salvatore
- To be the villain you have to be the better villain
- Brother to Damon
- SL’s RP and Banter
-Ships Chem
- Crossover and OC Friendly
- #Rascal
“Please help a Salvatore brother out and RT?
@SatanHasFangs I narrowed my eyes.
"A favor? Was his wife a favor too, asshole amd honestly. Married sounded like one hell of an upgrade from homicidal maniac. From where I'm sitting, I've upgraded. Well had. Til you murdered him. How majorly fucked up does one have to be to
@PsychicLure I tilted my head appraising her through a slitted icy blue gaze. Ballsy as ever. Some things never changed.
I pointed my cup of coffee at her and parted my lips to speak. "Well, I thought it rather poetic. Besides he was hardly a boyfriend. Married? Oh how the mighty have
@SatanHasFangs His 'father' or at least who i told him was his father, had died years ago before he was born. And I mean not a total lie. I had heard of Klaus's death somr time ago which kinda made the lie a truth but hey let's not get technical here. The man was dead. Life was a party. Or at
@AmplifiedBarbie Should turn that frown upside down love. Oh and grab the yellow gloves from the kitchen. We're going to need them." Then I went back to dragging until the body had crossed over her threshold before letting the feet drop.
Starter for @AmplifiedBarbie :
Marvelous,
Glorious,
Blood... 🩸
I already had the poor unfortunate sod slung across my shoulder when I left the alley behind Rousseau’. It was still warm, and heavy as original sin, and now drip, drip, dripping in slow, deliberate beads that
@AmplifiedBarbie Out of the way. A trail of streaked blood begain its journey across her floor. "Apologies for the stain. You sre brilliant with bleach aren't? Actually who am I bloody kidding. Course you are. You're Caroline." I paused to drop a leg in order to point at her frown lines. "You
Margot Robbie really did Harley Quinn’s insane handcuff escape stunt in The Suicide Squad. She grabbed the key with her toes, flipping backwards, and put it in the lock. James Gunn said: “I was like, oh my God. Her face is covered, but it’s actually her.”
From my shoulder with languid, painterly grace. It lands between us with a wet, intimate thud, fresh scarlet bleeding the crimson elixir of life across her threshold like spilled paint on pristine canvas.
“Hello, love.”
The iron railing gleams slick beneath my palm where I’ve trailed wet fingers. I pause on the landing, admire the glistening trail of wet roses I’ve painted on the steps behind me, and rap the door.
The door is wrenched open and as Caroline materializes, I let the corpse roll