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vegalores · 14 days

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❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞ / theodosia to lestat !

@araneorum | lelio and theo

There is an almost sullen definition cascading over his features when she says this; a part of him that had long been dormant beginning to awaken, in response to such a pitiful melancholy that swiftly pulls him back to how Louis once was. Perhaps, Lestat considered, his fledgling remained as such. He would not know, these days, as they'd lost touch with one another many years ago, now.

Eyes of a very demanding bioluminescent blue prowl over her features, allowing his gaze to linger a while upon the gentle shudder of her lips as he does so. Perhaps it is somewhat distressing in her current condition to be studied in such a manner. There appears to be a great deal of rather unpleasant inclinations trapping her thoughts in the confines of her pretty little head right now, that he cannot fathom.

All of his love and devotion for the dark haired woman display themselves forthwith, as though the only feeling he can obtain in that very moment is devout compassion in the face of absolute anguish that she is experiencing. " Chérie.. " he begins, those same hues of blinding blue gazing into the depth of her very soul. " For all I am and all I have done—you can confide in me.

" Je chéris votre cœur, " he whispers, closing the unforgivable distance between the pair with a single step toward her, enclosing the woman within an embrace that, for such a vampire as he, can seem very ill-matched. But, with Theodosia, he cares not.

#araneorum #lestat responds #ooc / these twooo i swear #ooc / my hearttt <3

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vegalores · 14 days

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Tom Cruise as Lestat de Lioncourt in Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles (1994) dir. Neil Jordan

#lestat de lioncourt #ooc / my heart #ooc / my soul #ooc / bby

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vegalores · 14 days

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❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞ / a bonus erin and billy meme !

@araneorum | billy and erin

A rumble of complete mirth sounds from the depth of his throat at her words, almost as if they were the only two people in the whole world who understood that remark, to its full extent. Billy casts a glance toward her then, his amusement fading only slightly, to take in the sight before them. There was a possibility that Stu could also be in their little club—but the twins themselves were the blueprint.

Blood stained the interiors, a slippery slope of copper trailed throughout the floors of the home they had skillfully besieged the occupants of. They were no longer living for the following day, of course, and the thrill that chased such an accomplishment was a very unmatched satisfaction. " Your unbridled delight is the perfect measure of every damn thing we do, Sis.. you got that merciless Loomis spark, " he states.

#araneorum #billy responds #ooc / and just.. like.. that.. i love them #ooc / the sibling bond is unparalleled #ooc / also i've missed writing with you so much!!!! <3 thank you for following me back here!! <3

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vegalores · 14 days

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Jack finds himself quite taken by the brunette as his gaze remains fixed on her with chocolate eyes so swept away by her allure, he finds it nigh impossible to deter the rather unseemly thoughts flowing through his rugged mind. He is a better man. He should know better.

Intrigue lifts him from burdensome fancies he had found it difficult to quell over the many years of piracy. Her words almost entrance as she speaks, appealing to the very thing in his life that drives him toward treasure. If he was not curious, he would never uncover hidden, lost abundance just waiting for the right person to come along.

" Do tell, dearie.. " he practically drawls, each word enunciated with the lilt of a pirate who had found himself a little too well acquainted with the sensation of drunkenness even when he had not raised a bottle to his lips for days. " I do love a good story, " he adds, a slight sway in his stance once more as he attempts to lean in closer.

Then, as he listens intently to her following words, he almost breaks the palpable and unpleasant silence surrounding them with a loud clasp of his hands. The intrigue has steadily grown into something filled with complete longing; his desire for finding out what she has deemed so coverted, brings him to the point of almost collapse.

" Parchment? " he repeats, dark eyes scanning his surroundings as his hands pull and pat at his clothing, though he readily knows he does not have anything of the sort on his person. " I do not—but.. my cabin.. " he goes on, trailing off toward the end of his sentence as only he could, making his way across the cobblestones in the direction of the Pearl, his mind so fixated on the current quest for parchment that he did not even hold back to be sure she is even following him.

" This way, love, " he calls out, hurrying her along as he continues to walk, a hand is waved in her general direction as he takes a moment to pause before continuing on once more.

OPHELIA ALWAYS FOUND IT utterly delightful when the curse took her to a universe with PIRATES, but this PARTICULAR pirate was even more insufferable than his on-screen counterpart. Even so, Ophelia cannot help but let out a quiet giggle at his words. Just because he is insufferable doesn’t mean he isn’t comedic.

“Indeed, though I don’t think you’ve ever heard of anything quite like this before.” Ophelia’s response is PLAYFUL, for Jack’s demeanor is INFECTIOUS.

Then, her visage grows solemn once again as reality sets back in. She has to be careful. If she SAYS THE WRONG THING — if she comes even remotely CLOSE to uttering the words time travel, then her curse will yank Ophelia right out of this timeline and awaken her in the comfort of her own bedroom. Awakening UNWILLINGLY in this manner would reset the current timeline, ERASING both herself and this conversation from Jack’s memory. Right now, this is the last thing that she wants.

“D’you have a piece of pape— erm, uh, a piece of parchment and a quill lying around here, by any chance?” Ophelia asks, tilting her head. “This is a matter which I am quite literally forbidden to speak of out loud.”

continued from this askbox reply as a new thread.

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#historiavn #sparrow responds #ooc / jack is honestly so funny i love him #ooc / this is absolutely hilarious

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@timeguardians continued from xo

Discomfiture SPLINTERS through her as his rough hand encompass her jaw, which she feels give a nervous twitch beneath his grasp. Oaken orbs reluctantly turn to him, deriving no pleasure in the act of meeting his gaze. The fact that he can read her as though she is little more than words transcribed on a page is TANGIBLE. Oh, it is far, far too keenly pronounced for her liking. She wants him OUT. OUT OF HER HEAD. She wants him to cease his intrusive trespassing into her most privatized thoughts. "What? What is it you hope to find?" She prods, voice full of false bravado.

Rare vulnerability is birthed in the moment she finally allows their gazes to not only transect, but linger, like fated crossings charted on a map. Rey, a scrawny little nobody from nowhere, is SUDDENLY more seen than ever before. Intensity. That's what she feels raging through her veins like an unstoppable FLOOD. It both repels and attracts her. "Y-- your afraid." She asserts with a strange TINGE of SATISFACTION at her own ability to read what is almost expertly concealed behind the graces of his own eyes. "I-- I can feel it." It is almost as if his fears were suddenly housed in her bones.

Kylo is momentarily stilled by her words, the mere fact that she wishes to know, as if he is going to relent and confess what he seeks to find, amuses him. Perhaps, she is looking for an escape—but using a manner that he finds rather whimsical in nature.

His gloved hand remains latched against his jaw, thumb delicately tracing the outline although he could not convince himself of why. This woman had somehow entranced his very soul from the juncture of their first meeting, yet he could not fathom why she was so important to him.. to this purpose that he so desperately adhered to.

" Perhaps, there is nothing, " he voices, finally breaking the brief silence he had allowed to follow her own words, as he weighed them in his mind for a time. What he was looking for appeared to be just out of reach, swept away in the current of her racing thoughts until he could no longer cling to them. " Only that of.. a lost, helpless child, " he adds, his method for breaking her down cruel and yet, a part of him did enjoy the thought of inflicting further pain.

Her following words shake him through to the very bone, disabling him as he seems to falter, stumbling backward while his hand retracts from its clenched hold upon her jaw. The look in his eyes resembles both fury and suffering, compelled almost by the determination in her voice to tear such emotion from him. " I fear nothing, " he rasps these words, a tense and barely workable sensation coursing through his body.

#timeguardians #kylo responds #ooc / omgggg she's under his skinnn #ooc / love this so much

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vegalores · 14 days

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Harley is watching the other woman as much as she is being observed herself, a very discernible tension rising in the air around them. Though one would pressume a woman like her could not feel any sort of apprehension in the midst of unfounded approach, her lack of preparation for the current happenings left her slightly dumbfounded. She wouldn't admit that, of course, but it rattled her regardless.

Her eyes lift as the dark haired woman speaks, the words registering more as an insult than anything else. The expression upon her face falters, almost darkening as she stares down the woman with a gaze particularly piercing. " I didn't take anything, " is all she offers for the moment, a tightness in her chest rendering it difficult to catch her breath after only a few words.

Harley would never confess, but her deepest emotions, longings and pinings had always been readable upon her face no matter how much strength she insisted she had. It was undeniable.. the almost pained gaze of a woman lacerated by the goings on in her pitiful existence. She was feeling something; of course she was, the Joker hadn't quite managed to completely demolish her sense of self.

Deep down, Harleen was still running rampant in the confines of her now broken mind, but she remained quiet for a few fleeting moments after jumping to defend herself a little too tenaciously. An expression sews itself onto her face then, almost brooding, defiance etched into every corner.

" You.. ever been in love? " the words roll from her tongue before she has time to process what she has said. Her eyes are wild with complete and utter turbulence, but somehow the blonde manages by some miracle to brush it off, a shudder jittering its way throughout her body as she comes to her senses.

@vegalores continued X Harley & Bri

Careful steps are tread closer. Discerning orbs behold the other woman carefully, while deploying the ultimate caution. The city lights drift up over the sharpest ends of her countenance before plunging them back into the shadows again; in the form of a menacing ambience.

"What are you on?" Wayne empathetically questions. "You take something? Think it'll ease the pain? Take the knife-like edge off?" She keeps pressing. "Don't be alarmed," her voice is dark and heady with a measure of understanding. "I -- I can read it in your eyes." This could be a trap. A cleverly designed one, but there was something about the lost look in the other's eyes that made it DIFFICULT for the caped crusader to abandon the other woman.

#timeguardians #harley responds #ooc / omg i apologise for how long that one is <3 #ooc / harley is feeling her feelings haha

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Even the desert had demanded the absolute best in him. Though the shifting dunes brought such divine peace with their presence radiating such beauty that was unparalleled in the world, they were also unforgiving. Even the very best could succumb to the many deaths that the desert provided but even with those dangers, Tressilian had managed to survive. "Anah waqt alnawm. Anah waqt alnawm…" Tressilian's eyelids drifted shut as he wished to simply transport himself back to his home and sleep. For several years he lived on a city on the very edge of the desert and every morning he greeted the rise of the new day by watching the sun's gentle ascent up the slopes of those dunes. There was such peace there and now it was all gone. How did he even end up here? Tressilian drew in sharp, ragged breaths, clinging to any bit of life that he could even though there was a growing part of him that wished to simply die right now. Even his hand was reaching for his dagger rather than the sand. Maybe if he just ended it right now then all of this could be spared. "Whatever those kobolds and their dragon lord wish for my wild magic it won't be good. Maybe, maybe it would be for the better of all if I simply…" His flingers slipped on the handle, unable to fully grasp the blade. At Louis' suggestion, Tressilian let his thought on death simmer, though the pain that flared throughout his body had also silenced everything else in his mind. The desert had been slashed apart so easily. "Can you help me?" Tressilian asked weakly, wanting to touch Louis, wanting to feel any sort of warmth and comfort by being held but unable to do so himself. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he lay there. "Please… help me."

There is so much pain within the vampires eyes that he can barely see even a foot in front of him, as his vision is swayed by the tugging on his heart. Nothing in the world could ever be worse to him, than the sight of someone he knew not how to help, at least enough that it would break apart their torment for a short time.

Louis had been through several instances himself over the years, but when that pain resided within another and he cared deeply for them, in spite of the short time they'd known one another, the persistent fears that plagued him doubled in strength. In the worst of ways, he was rendered incapable of providing much needed assistance, but usually he could fend of the onslaught of shadows trying to weaken him.

" Non—you must stay awake, " comes his reply, glowing eyes fixed on the male as he sought every possible solution to this particular scenario. His only hope for providing ease and peace for Tressilian was to transfer at least a little of his gift, so that all pain would disperse long enough for the other to withstand it. Perhaps, he wondered, the act itself would be able to offer much faster healing. " Tressilian.. " he says softly.

At the pleas of the other male, the vampire drew closer, his steps determined until he crouched to the level of where Tressilian lay, his body wrought with such pain that he could barely stand to watch. A gentle hand reaches toward him then, steady but with all the calculation that he can muster, as he lays it softly upon the wound. There is so visibly a palpable response to him doing this, that leaves both Tressilian and Louis in the form of sounds that he cannot quite unravel, but he says nothing.

The sharp intake of breath from the other, coupled with his own profound inhale has left him fighting his natural urge to feed. The sensation of blood against his palm; the scent of copper lingering in the air around them.. all of this is almost too much for an otherwise merciful vampire to endure, but somehow he relents.

" I can help you—all you need do, is trust me, " he finally says, eyes shining in the confines of their location, as he focuses the entirety of his offering upon the wound that is ripping Tressilian apart from the inside out. Soon enough, the pain will subside, giving the other much needed respite. He hopes, that in tandem, healing will follow suit. " Tout sera bientôt terminé.. " he adds, voice beginning to fade.

" I can't help you if I don't know what's happening. " Louis De Pointe Du Lac

For a few moments Tressilian couldn't speak at all. He was far too busy trying to combat the sudden attack of the baneful power that had been put into him over a year ago. The poison always threatened to consume him and corrupt the wild magic that he had obtained and turn him towards a wicked path of brutality. Even now his eyes began to glow as the corrupted magic sought a way out but Tressilian refused to give in no matter how much it hurt.

"It's- my- magic--" Tressilian gasped at last, clinging to the only thing that he could at the moment. "The poison... Louis... it's trying to take over, trying..."

Searing hot pain stabbed into the old wound, silencing his further attempts at communication with one strangled gasp. He held tight to the thing holding him up, gasping for air. All he could see was that kobold's eyes staring murderously into his own terrified eyes. Centuries of violence and hatred poured into him, devouring all the hope that it could find.

"He's not here..." Tressilian gasped, lifting his head just a little to look at Louis. "My bag, my bag... please get me my bag it's got the sand in the pouch. It's... it's the only way..."

Perhaps none of that made sense. His new acquaintance only just knew of what he was but not what was going on. Tressilian made no attempts to ever hide things like this because they'd always surface anyway, but to have such a vivid attack. Tressilian was wrenched from his thoughts as he felt the memory of that day where the kobold shoved its dagger to the hilt within him and then twisted, making sure that Tressilian would always remember.

"It's not real, it's just vivid memories," Tressilian gasped between pants but then he collapsed onto the ground and clutched at the place where he had been stabbed a year ago. He wanted to find the comfort of nothing but his clothes but as he pressed, his fingers became warm and sticky.

#tinymouseofthedunes #louis responds #ooc / i'm so in love with this thread #ooc / i'm really enjoying the way they are interacting with one another #ooc / louis has already developed such deep care and concern for tressilian that he is willing to do anything at all to keep the pain at ba #ooc / it will be very difficult going forward for him to fight the urge to taste the blood that will now be on his hand #ooc / but i think his urgency and determination toward making sure tressilian makes it through is overriding that thankfully haha

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/ My only assumption in the midst of this is that both Penny and Wolf are trying to completely annihilate me. STOP. IT.

#ooc #penny joy rose #wolf predator

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River Phoenix and Lili Taylor in DOGFIGHT (1991) | dir. Nancy Savoca

#eddie birdlace #rose franklin #ooc / her last name is a headcanon cause we don't actually get one for her in this movie #ooc / also i never get to write eddie and it makes me sad #ooc / or pretty much i dont get to write most of my river characters which is VERY sad but #ooc / eddie is just so tender in this movie i absolutely love river and his ability to never lose his own personality in movies #ooc / i know that usually isnt great but with river it makes all of his characters lovable #ooc / he so soft 😭

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/ Me @ Jack and Rose rn

#ooc #ooc / heLP

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Jack finds himself almost swallowing his heart when she speaks again, the resounding rejection he feels in that moment pounding in his head as his weighs his options. The redhead is making this very difficult, but a challenge is what he lived his life for and as he explained to her some days before on deck, the thrill of the unknown is what kept him alive most of the time. He would always seek it out, no matter the course.

His palm remains as though one with her face, unwilling to remove his hold on her as much as he was unwilling to resist the urge to sweep her off of her feet, quite literally, to possibly find a way off of this ship and finally be alone with her. He wanted her the way that the sun and moon longed for one another, but remained just out of reach. It was a painful, desolate longing that apparently, he was the only one willing to fight. In all of his years on this Earth, he had never met a single soul he was ready to die for.

The depth of his yearning for the woman before him ran so deep, he had lost himself within its current and could not possibly make it back to shore now. His eyes bore so intensely into her own that he was sure she would crumble in his hands. There was a familiar look of doubt that flashed through her own gaze as she spoke her words and it only encouraged him to believe absolutely nothing she was saying.

" I've lost all ambition to care, Rose. I'm too involved now, " he says, voice soft still as he continues his efforts toward convincing her that they are perfect for each other. In the short time they had known one another, the blossoming of affection had risen so much that he simply could not falter even a little in his desire. Her next words send a dagger through his heart, his jaw tensing at the sound. " But do you love him? "

Perhaps that last question was out of line, but it had been a long time since he played by any sort of rules. As far as he could tell, judging by the way she presented herself in his presence, Rose was not strictly tied down to Cal. She seems to have assured even herself that the way she must behave is all there is to it and he absently flinches at the thought of it. The woman who, nights before, had been rattling off all of her insecurities relating to feeling stuck in her life.

His clasp upon her jaw loosens some, but only to brush his thumb softly against her lips as if to silence her woe for a moment or two. He doesn't wish to hear more about her engagement; he knows she feels chained to Cal in a way that leaves her suffocating and it only aids in tormenting him further. If he could do anything in the world for her, even if it meant parting ways, he would see her free from all that binds her and renders her completely hopeless, as she is.

" And you believe yourself to be one of those people? Do you honestly believe that, Rose? " he asks, a frown shifting his expression into one of complete injury, those words impacting him more than he would care to admit. He knows just how fragile she is, how she allows others to decide her fate and yet, he cannot conceive of the idea that she is going to fully resign herself to it, to bend to others will.

The supple sensation of her lips meeting his own pulls him from his state of utter disbelief, if only for those few fleeting seconds when the world around them stops spinning and they feel like the only two people on Earth. There was nothing in his life that would ever compare to the allure of a woman so out of reach, yet so close at the same time. If he could not have her, he would dedicate a full life to winning her heart in ways only he knew how to carry out.

Jack had learned a thing or two in his years, enough to know what he could do to secure the love of a woman like her. She was every bit out of his league and that challenge itself proved him a worthy opponent for Cal Hockley. Much as he tried to tear in his dislike of the man, it seemed to show on his face whenever Rose gave mention of him. Her kiss right now, though, banished every other thought from his mind that did not have a focal point on her.

" Go where, Rose? " his voice slightly raised, patience wearing thin as he leans in just a little closer once more, his fingers now having combed through ringlets of deep red to burrow into her hair so far that she cannot possibly turn away to leave him like this. " To the man you do not love? To the Mother whose ambitions meddle in her daughters happiness? " he says, jaw clenching as he speaks.

@timeguardians continued from xo

The soft, powder blue of his eyes search her own for some kind of indication that she really wishes to never see him again. There seems to be a fairly steadfast hold on her, keeping her just out of reach, which attracts a rage deep within. It shows through the piercing shade of his eyes, as they grow more sharp, more vibrant with frustration.

Inwardly, he retreats for a moment, weighing his options because he doesn't wish to force her hand, much as he might have fallen completely and irrationally in love with her, in the short time they had known one another. Jack lifts his gaze to meet hers in a last bid to change her mind. Her remains silent, but the expression upon his face is every emotion and every heartache that he has ever experienced in his life.

He doesn't want them to end up in the same position that he had witnessed many a folk stumble into throughout their lives. The differences between them both seemed to sway her thoughts and feelings far too easily and the fact alone that she allowed it to be that way, to not fight against the current of what society deemed normal, made him feel insignificant and in a way, secondary to whatever else she had going on.

Jack knew her conflict ate away at her even in the best of times and right now he was able to see it clear as day upon her face, though she tried desperately to hide it deep within the shadows of her heart. No matter what he had done up until this point, she was still reluctant to simply take his hand and leave her world behind.

He isn't going to leave this alone, no matter the rejection he may feel with every hurt word that passes over her lips; he knows that is the sole reason for her denial. There's something very familiar about how she handles unccomfortable situations like this. It takes him no time at all to realise she is speaking to him with a wounded heart and it eats away at him with every second that goes by.

" No, " he simply tells her, eyes boring into her own once more as his grip remains to hold her jaw in place, so her own eyes cannot leave his own even as she sends a look elsewhere in the room. She's fighting her demons as they stand there and he would be a fool to walk away now as he's far too involved. " You're not shutting me out, Rose. I won't let you, " he adds, his own jaw tensing as he says this.

He steps a little closer, somewhat crowding her personal space but finding that he very much does not care for formalities anymore. His heart has been swept away by both her ethereal beauty and the conversations they had shared. She was a lot wiser, a lot stronger, than she would ever believe, but he wanted to spend the rest of his days making sure she knew this about herself, no matter what it took.

Right now, he could see the torment of several fires burning, conflict engaging all of her senses as she resembled someone completely damaged. He wanted to be a beacon for her, calling her back to shore and providing the strength she needed.

" I'm never going to let you go, Rose, " he says, closing the space between them if only a little, not quite cracking through the barrier she had put up, but close enough to her now that she couldn't possibly deny him his devotion.

#timeguardians #jack responds #ooc / i'm fully going to cry over this thread omggg #ooc / why are they so tragically beautiful together #ooc / i'm in loveee #ooc / you write rose so beautifully i cannot get over it

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