The Mention Of Slayers Makes Maria's Skin Crawl, Jaw And Shoulders Tensing Like A Cats Hackles Standing
The mention of slayers makes Maria's skin crawl, jaw and shoulders tensing like a cats hackles standing on end. "Los bichos." She mutters, spitting at the ground to show exactly where she felt such hunters belonged. She had put many there herself; she'd also lost many friends and progeny to the overpowered and self-righteous humans. "They know not to come here." While her voice is still tense with anger, there is a sprinkling of pride, a slight curl at her lips at that very fact. About a century ago the stake-wielding vigilantes had seemed to give up on trying to rid the region of her and her army. Maria had been there a lot longer than them and her numbers only grew with every decade. Slinking back over to her captive, the dagger still dangles menacingly in Maria's hands. "I intend to keep it that way, comprender?"
Sharp browns drink in Madison's features; the commander saw no reason for the younger vampire to lie. Pity was perhaps not the word for what the Maria felt at the tangible fear and hopelessness seeping from the blonde, that was a sentiment she'd had to long rid herself of. No, it was more curiosity, the wheels turning in her mind as she ponders on a potential opportunity. A certain naivety she only ever saw in her newly turned or those abandoned by a creator, something she could meld in her hands like putty. "Catching the attention of the wrong people is exactly what has landed you here, chiquita. You need to learn how to be more discreet." The dagger is shoved into the sand swept in from the broken windows of the warehouse over time, dangerously close to the others leg. Maria leans in closer, a sharp nail coaxing the chin of the young vampire to face her like a feline toying with their prey. "Who is your maker? Did they not teach you the rules?" Of course there weren't exactly rules to vampirism, simply advice that kept you living longer than the average human lifespan. Something Maria had succeeded at nearly five times over. There were those who set the rules and those who knew how to bend them, and Maria would consider herself both. The former had served her well at keeping her progeny in line and the region under her command for so long.
The desert night had fallen in a spectacle of color and drama as Madison fled from her pursuers. When the kaleidoscope of hues finally faded, it left behind a black velvet sky scattered with the biggest, brightest stars she had ever seen. Despite the frantic pounding of her heart, the stark, desolate beauty of the landscape offered a strange sense of solace. But the truth remained—this land was treacherous and unforgiving, and she was woefully unprepared. Her pursuers were older, more experienced—true predators of the night, while she was nothing more than a desperate moth drawn to a deadly flame.
Her senses hadn't picked up the telltale prickle of being watched and followed, but she knew the terrain well enough to be certain of one thing: visibility was low, and the rugged folds of the mountains would conceal her well. A human tracker would have no chance of spotting even the faintest glimmer of movement from a distance. But vampires weren’t human. The relentless desert storm, with its howling winds and punishing heat, would make tracking impossible for anyone else—but she wasn’t relying on a trail, just the path of least resistance to escape.
There were no trees or rocks to shelter behind, only endless stretches of barren ground lashed by the storm, and yet her instincts remained razor-sharp. Just because she couldn’t see danger didn’t mean it wasn’t there. Her nerves had been forged in past conflicts with lycans, her instincts honed through survival. A lifetime away from wolves wouldn’t be enough to dull them. And in the space of a heartbeat, those instincts screamed a single, undeniable truth.
She was utterly, thoroughly fucked.
The memory of her humiliating defeat and capture burned through Madison, and her mouth twitched with the sudden impulse to peel her lips back and hiss at the formidable woman before her. But common sense—and sheer fear—kept her from giving in to her instincts.
Better to do nothing to provoke Maria’s fury this time and wait until she was in better shape to negotiate. Madison had to remember that Maria was far stronger than she looked; after all, she had trapped her like a bear in a cage without breaking a sweat. But then again, Maria had centuries on her. She hadn’t needed to expend much effort to have Madison bound.
“…I’m being hunted.”
No sense in lying. Madison was so woozy she could barely sit up—hell, she couldn't, not without help—but she knew better than to ask for it. The thought of looking weak turned her stomach, but she had to focus on easing Maria’s suspicions. If that meant slumping like a puppet with its strings cut, then so be it.
“I caught the attention of vampire slayers, and they won’t leave me alone.” No pouting lips. No batting eyelashes. No twirling her blonde curls. Madison was too exhausted to keep up the facade of a ditzy blonde, and too frustrated to entertain her captor. This was her true face—a young vampire at the end of her rope, with no prospects and no connections.
“To be fair, I did nothing to provoke them. I don’t go out of my way to reveal myself or fight them. The last thing I want is to kill a slayer with children—because then those children will grow up with a vendetta, and I’ll never know peace.” She shook her head in disgust, blonde ringlets bouncing. “But this group… they don’t hunt vampires out of duty or righteousness. They do it for fun, and they never let up. Your territory is safe, and I thought I could finally rest after running from them for so long. I thought laying low here was smart. But I was wrong.”
Her gaze darkened and she exhaled sharply.
“…And here we are.”
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KNOCK - KNOCK PROMPTS.
listen i recently became obsessed with the amount of television shows that have a mystery person knocking on the protagonist's door as a major finale cliffhanger, and it got me thinking, and now we have this list that a few immensely talented people helped me with! that said, we know the drill by now. DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST OR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN! IF YOU HAVE IDEAS FOR MORE PROMPTS SEND THEM TO ME AND I WILL ADD THEM!
[ KISS ]: sender shows up at the receiver's door and impulsively pulls them in for a passionate kiss that punctuates a lengthy slow-burn between the two.
[ WOUNDED ]: sender arrives at the receiver's door with considerable injuries, in dire need of help and emergency care that only the receiver is either trusted enough or convenient enough to provide.
[ TEARS ]: sender shows up at the receiver's door in tears and in need of comfort after a long day (or week, or month…)
[ DEFEATED ]: sender arrives at the receiver's door after having lost a considerably important battle (metaphorical or literal) and needing a place to recuperate from the loss.
[ FUGITIVE ]: sender, having just become a fugitive from the law, runs to the receiver's home in the hopes of finding shelter and safety with them.
[ GIFTS ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house with gifts for the homeowner themselves.
[ APOLOGY ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to apologize to them for a past wrong-doing (specify if you wish!)
[ DATE ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house to take them on a romantic date.
[ HANG OUT ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house to hang out with them for the day.
[ GO OUT ]: sender heads to the receiver's house to take them out for a day of fun/relaxation.
[ COLLECT ]: sender shows up at the receiver's house to collect something that the receiver has either purchased for them or borrowed from them.
[ DELIVER ]: sender shows up at the receiver's house to deliver something to them that either the sender borrowed or the receiver requested from them.
[ CONFRONT ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to confront them about an on-going problem between the two of them.
[ FAVOR ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to ask them for a favour.
[ RECRUIT ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to recruit them for an upcoming task that the sender is unable to do alone.
[ ROOMIE ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to move in with them.
[ COMFORT ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to comfort them after the receiver has a difficult time or experiences a significantly difficult event.
[ HELP ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to help them with something that the receiver is either procrastinating or unable to accomplish on their own.
[ LEISURE ]: sender goes to the receiver's house for a movie night or a game night.
[ WARN ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to warn them against doing something that they suspect the receiver is preparing to do.
[ THREATEN ]: sender goes to the receiver's house in order to threaten them.
[ REUNITE ]: sender returns to the receiver's house after having been away for a while, intending to reunite with them.
[ GOODBYE ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to say a final farewell after learning they're due to leave town, possibly for good.
[ SECRET ]: sender sneaks out to the receiver's house to meet with them in secret.
[ BAD NEWS ]: sender arrives at the receiver's doorstep to deliver some bad news to them (SPECIFY THE NEWS).
[ PARTY ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house to attend a party that the receiver is hosting.
[ NEIGHBOUR ]: sender, having just moved in next door, arrives at the receiver's house to introduce themselves.
[ ENGINE ]: sender's car breaks down in the same street that the receiver lives on, leading the sender to knock on their door to ask for help.
[ PRETEND ]: sender knocks on the receiver's door to ask them to pretend to know them for the sake of a cover story.
[ VISIT ]: sender goes to the receiver's house for a casual visit.
my serena fc having an insanely serena moment
sorry again for dropping off the face of the earth but I just came back to say that if The Giver by Chappell Roan had come out in her time it would have saved Vera from years of comphet
just remembered I was an active contributor to the twilight wiki when I was like 15 so there’s some mun lore for you tonight
* idiots to lovers romantic starters
also known as rivals to lovers / idiots to idiots but they’re lovers / rivals to besties / rivals to idiots, the list goes on. some of these are inspired by pre-existing media. change pronouns/aggressive terms of endearment/insults as you see fit! these can also be platonic of course!
“i dunno. sometimes i just… feel things when you’re around.”
“i love your ass.”
“your ass is your best quality.”
“i’d tap that.”
“i love you, bitch.”
“do you ever feel… like… you know… things? like… those warm… feelings?”
“oh my god, stop looking at me like that! i’m gonna end up kissing you.”
“sometimes you’re not annoying.”
“you don’t, like… make me wanna tear my eyes out… or whatever.”
“you love me? are you sure?”
“i don’t hate you.”
“shut up and stay. please.”
“i hate when people say shit like ‘you’re my best friend, i love you, i can’t imagine my life without you. i wake up and you’re the first thing on my mind, and the last thing before i go to sleep. suddenly all the love songs make sense.’ you know? i prefer starting it by saying how much i hate when other people say it, then say what i mean anyway. it’s way less embarrassing like that.”
“we aren’t friends. friends don’t do this kinda thing.”
“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”
“who the fuck said you aren’t funny?”
“who the fuck called you boring?”
“who the fuck said that? you’re great.”
“i don’t think you’re weird. i think you’re cute.”
“i don’t think you’re weird. you’re a dumbass, maybe, but i like that about you.”
“obviously i like you! i’ve been trying to tell you for ages now!”
“i’ve been flirting with you for the last six months, thanks for noticing.”
“some parts of you don’t make a lot of sense to me, but i don’t know why the sky turns pink at sunset and i still think it’s beautiful.”
“i want you. i don’t know why, i can’t explain it, but i just wanna be around you all the time.”
“i woke up one morning and realised i loved you.”
“you’re the worst. i love it.”
“you’re stupid, that’s what you are, buddy.”
“i wouldn’t die for you, but i think i’d kill for you. maybe. but then, that would mean going to jail… nah. i take it back. no offence.”
“did you know when i call you dude i mean it romantically?”
“what are you gonna do? kiss me?”
“you don’t look totally ugly today.”
“you look… never mind. i didn’t say shit!”
“they’re just flowers, don’t read into it.”
“can you please stop moving your mouth so i can kiss you?”
“you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”
“i trust you, stupid.”
“i love you, dumbass.”
“you’re a pain in the ass but i’m glad we met.”
“of course i care about what you think of me!”
“you’re looking at me funny.”
“i’m not looking at you funny! this is just how i look at someone i hate.”
“being with you makes me feel like a better person.”
“being with you makes me feel like a better person. i look like an angel compared to you.”
“huh? what was that? are you being nice to me?”
“sorry i made things weird the other day. we can still hang out, right?”
“sorry i kissed you, that was stupid. let’s just forget about it.”
“maybe kissing you was stupid but i don’t regret it.”
“are we hugging right now, bro? is that what we’re doing? do we… keep going? do we stop?”
“i’m not going anywhere.”
“i’m here, aren’t i?”
“this is all your fault!” *it is not*
“you drive me crazy in a way that makes everyone else look boring.”
“i can tell when you’re lying, you know. you ain’t slick.”
There was not a lot in this world Charmion couldn't have if she so pleased. With her parents and social status she was primed for spoils, clothes, jewels, suitors. The world was practically hers for the taking. But none of that mattered if she couldn't have the one thing she truly desired. The one thing she wasn't free to obtain, who she could only ever have in the privacy of this room and could never show off to the world just how much she adored her. She was not cross at Hazelle, she was furious at the world. Though ever the ambitious mind, she was already making plans to try and bend the world to her will. To be able to have her cake and eat it too.
Which is why her lovers words catch her off guard. It is an option she has only ever dreamt of but never spoken aloud, one she has not let herself. It came with too much risk, there was too much to lose. Wide blues catch the others with a deep sadness, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "My love...you know I want nothing more...." Sucking in a sharp breath, Charmion sits up, cupping her other hand over Hazelle's. "Do not despair. I have a plan, you see. I am to be betrothed to Lord Harwood and he has pull in the Kings court. I shall get him to convince the King to abolish such places and let you come live with us. Harwood shall be away on business a lot and I will need a lady to keep me company." It is a compromise she isn't sure the other will want to hear so she attempts to deliver it with a soft smile, reaching to caress her love's cheek.
open to: women or fem presenting plot: based on this idea, set before Hazelle gets turned into a vampire bc I need a dark sapphic plot thnx - hmu to plot more if you’d like! connection: childhood friend & lover/sweetheart.
“Are you cross with me?” Hazelle asked in a soft and concerned tone, leaning against the bedpost of the others bed before she huffed a breath and plopped down on the soft mattress next to her friend, taking hold of their hands in her own, thumbs brushing against their soft skin soothingly. “You must know I do not wish to leave you, it is my family’s doing, this trip is their last effort to fix me…” Hazelle explained, her pretty brow creasing as she dipped her head a little in order to catch the other’s gaze, her own apologetic and sincere. Hazelle didn’t want it to be this way, no one had meant as much to her as this beautiful person next to her and she was certain no one else would ever come close to meaning half as much.
Her family had tormented her ceaselessly throughout her entire life, doing horrible things to cleanse Hazelle of her demons but none of it had worked and Hazelle was convinced it was because nothing was wrong with her and it was them that were wrong. All the doctors and specialists, all the priests and nuns. They were all wrong and Hazelle could exist in this world with the person she loved the most. The person who sat beside her. Hazelle’s heart picked up in pace and seemed to thunder loudly in her ears, cheeks flush she offered a small smile with a look that almost resembled a puppy. “Why don’t you and I run away? Hmm?” She meant it more than she let on but the words were said in an attempt to lighten the mood.
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