watergals
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it is kind of funny and unexpected that kyujin has volunteered to sleep in the sleeping bag. such a spoiled brat who preferred soft yet firm mattress, you get it, the perfect kind of mattress that costs a fortune. but that's all in the past since she was recently disinherited by her parents. but a sleeping bag? that's new and only so that divina could get the semi - comfortable couch.
and it's divina waking kyujin up from her deep slumber. it takes a few nudges until she opens her eyes, lazily blinking. " hmm. " humming, shuffling a bit to the side, too sleepy to say anything so she just pats the empty spot next to her.
open to all muse: divina loemba plot: we’re at a party with friends that don’t know about us. they suspect it, everyone who has two eyes can see how i look at you and how you look at me. it’s getting late, a few people decide to stay because the buses don’t drive this late and it’s cold outside anyway. i sleep on the couch and you sleep in a sleeping bag on the ground and in the middle of the night, i get up to join you. you smell like home and i can immediately sleep.
Tip toes carried her over the warm wood floors, trying her best not to have them creak too loudly. While not good at staying at someone else's place to fall asleep anyway, it didn't help that the person she wanted to be with most was that far away. Okay, well it were only a few steps from the couch over to the sleeping bags of their friends and well - them. Quietly she crouched by their side, giving them a slight nudge to see if they would wake up just enough to let her inside..if they had been asleep yet at all. "Can I?" A whisper in the dark, eyes gazing over them with the same softness they had all evening. They both knew she didn't like sleeping alone, but it may also be so much more than that. Oh, Divina was utterly lost for them.
surprise is an understatement. her pupils are wide, her breath heavy, all of her body tense. " what the frick did you just —, " cutting self off, kyujin starts backing away from her old friend, slowly, as if not to enrage the feral animal he is further. it's good to note this is her first time seeing a dead body. " i'm gonna, i'm gon — you're— bye — . " back pressed against the door, fumbling with the handle.
muse : mikah morningstar . he / him . bisexual . vampire . plot : mikah's still apart of the cult right now although he's growing use to his new punishment (being turned) and sent to recruit people . could be a stranger . could be an old friend . status : open to f/nb .
mikah sees the surprise on the other's face and he lets a sigh leave his lips. drags the cigarette away just enough so he can speak to them. "sorry about that, sweetheart. you weren't supposed to see that." the vampire steps over the deceased body and closer to the other. glances down and drags his shoe across concrete to attempt to clear it of blood. "i'm usually not so messy."
there's a far - away look in haruko's eyes. her mind and body working on auto - pilot or maybe she is fully aware of what she had just done. lost in her own mind, it is bugs who makes her focus, breath, eyes shift to look at her friend?'s hand. are they just friends or something more? perhaps a question for when there isn't a dead body lying at her feet. she takes bugs' hand, touch gentle as ever. " what are we going to do? "
muse : moon yu-bin "bugs" . she / they . lesbian . tracker + non profit worker . plot : loosely inspired by this post except my muse catches your muse with blood on their hands after ki.lling someone . status : open to anyone . f if romantic.
"just . . . give me your hand. we can figure this out together." her eyes dart to the knife on the ground back to the other across from her. their hands stained with crimson, the air thick with metallic so strong yu-bin can almost taste it on her tongue. she holds her hand out for the other to take. holds back the instinct that tells bugs to run. get far away! you don't belong here! this was her friend and there had to be a reason for the dead body on the floor. "i'm your friend, right?"
“i’m a vampire and we met when you were still human and we fell in love and planned out our whole eternal life together but on the night i turned you i freaked out over the commitment and abandoned you in the middle of the night & now it’s over a century later and we’re only just seeing each other again for the first time since and there’s so much hatred in your eyes when you look at me but fuck you still look just as hot and make my heart race as much as you did back then and i think i made the biggest mistake of my life in leaving” au (☉‿☉✿)
A trope that gets to me: 'guard dog' character and their partner who are both fully aware of it and honestly don't care/kind of like it. Someone says "call your guard dog off" and their partner does call them off. That person, their 'guard dog', is someone who is unreservedly, irrefutably loyal to them. Someone undoubtedly dangerous who is willing to kill, to maim, to obey, simply because of their love for one another. There's no manipulation involved— it is loyalty, brutal, dogged loyalty. And it goes both ways.
“we are soulmates and when you die, i die, except i don’t know who you are apart from the fact that you just live a very dangerous life because you’ve technically died three times now and gosh i wish you would stop dying it’s very inconvenient. last year i was in this HUGE job interview and what do i do but keel over –”
where one person is actually famous and sets up a dating account with their real picture and the other sees it and is like, oh dude you are not fooling anyone with that picture (because srsly trying to catfish someone with a really famous person is hilarious and cute because the profile also had some really dorky info about liking model trains and farmers’ markets) cue an online romance and when they actually meet the other is pissed because DUDE YOU’RE THAT FAMOUS PERSON and the other is like, yeah, i mean, i thought you knew…
some people just have no true appreciation for terrible women. oh she killed and ate people? well maybe she was hungry. "I cant defend her anymore-" well then fucking stand aside so i can talk to my client
getting all hot and heavy with him in a corner booth at the club or on the couch at a house party, and he’s trying to convince you to cockwarm him right there. he’s got his hand on the back of yours, pressing your palm into his crotch to show you how hard you’ve made him, all the while talking all low in your ear. “need to feel you so bad. i can’t wait. just sit on it, baby. come on, nobody will notice.”
pregnancy during apocalypse trope is CRAZYYY to me like why are you letting him come inside you girl???? now is NOT the time.
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