*  ―  VAMPIRIC STARTER PROMPTS .  

*slaps roof of car* so this bad baby’s got a hybrid, a vampire with an entire vampire army at her side, an ancient vampire with the ability to make or break the vampire royalty of the world, a 1930s lesbian still in love with her best friend from her human life, the prettiest bad bitch you will ever meet and an ancient vampire who just woke up after being betrayed by her brother, the vampire king, 3000 years ago. and we can throw in a sweet extra deal: they’re all vampires and almost all of them have daddy issues

Hands fold delicately beneath her chin, large brown doe eyes watching with interest as he takes her in. Likely trying to figure her out. They all did it, humans and vampires alike. She didn't fit into their definable boxes that separated them from one another. Humans knew - without always knowing how or why - that she was different. Vampires often wondered the nature of her fluttering heartbeat. How she smelt like them yet with something alive inside. Serena often wondered that part herself, how something so unnatural had the capacity to be born just like a human. It didn't become any easier, watching her siblings births. Perhaps that was why she liked to drink, to forget.

Though it seemed she would have a harder time convincing this one to grant her every whim. Human bartenders, human men especially, were easy. Malleable, so single minded that the mere thought of getting close to a creature like her had them falling over themselves to please her. It did become a little boring after a time. She didn't so mind the challenge or being levelled with. Head tilts ever so slightly as she takes him in this time, wondering just how old he was. His smile playful but his eyes told a deeper story that have her leaning closer to try and drink them in. "I heard you, but I was hoping you might make an exception." She pouts, before shrugging and leaning back.

Turning to take in the place properly before turning back to him, she raises a brow. "Not a very good business model, this. You could be bringing in some other types of clientele." Leaning down beside the bar, Serena picks up what looks like some sort of jewelry piece adorned with an upside down cross scattered in tacky, fake red diamonds in the shape of blood drops. "Ones who aren't children playing make believe."

Malakai watched her approach from his peripheral while he continued his task of cleaning the night's used glasses. When she took a seat, he slid a glass into place and dropped his towel on the counter. His hands found resting places on the edge of the sink. Now he looked at her. Really looked at her, not just the glance he gave her when she'd walked in.

There was a slight narrowing of his eyes and his nose twitched ever so slightly. For a moment, he considered turning her out. He didn't care about the bills she pushed across the counter, the register was already closed and shut down for the night. It was one of the first things he did after the last patron had filtered out of the club. But he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been intrigued by her the moment she sat down. Something was different. Not quite human, not quite vampire. An amused smile spread across his lips. "Did you miss the part where I said last call already happened?" he teased lightly.

One hand lifted to motion around the silent club. The overhead lights were on, but the colorful dance floor lights, the stage's spotlights, and the LED strips that helped contribute to the atmosphere during operating hours had been shut off. "In case you didn't notice, we're not exactly open for business." That same teasing tone lingered in his voice, and he made no effort to tell her she had to leave. At least not yet.

I know I have been MIA for a few months, I think I find it hard to maintain muse when I begin a blog sometimes for some reason. I think because I get so excited and have plots swirling around but then not many people to plot with at the beginning. But I know I can’t expect it to be instantaneous and I also sorta have muse again so I may be back here soon

ANSWERED ASK - SERENA

@vervainlacedveins asked: There is one thing about being a vampire that I must fear above all else, and that is loneliness. (Serena)

Loneliness. The word evokes a feeling in the pit of the hybrids stomach similar to if she'd ingested bad blood. Something rattling about in there, crying out, distant yet uncomfortably close all at once. A familiar friend standing in her periphery who she didn't want to look at. It was all she'd ever known.

Though her father had taught her to not dwell on such trivial emotions. Companions were only needed for those still play pretending humanity. "It is not so lonely." She purses her lips, restraining her features from betraying her. "There are other immortals to share in the experience with." Her and her siblings were hardly close but they were the only other ones to have gone through what she had. Though, even then, it was hardly comparative. None of them had to witness how hybrids like them came into this world, none of them had been their father's first experiment. His prototype, pulled apart to see how their kind could come back together again. None of them had to raise themselves. The only one who had been through her with it all was that familiar friend. Loneliness.

guys you don't understand how funny it is that didyme would have no concept that it's been 3000 years she's been asleep for. someone tells her the year is 2024 and she's like okay??? what does that mean ??? 2024 from when??? she was born in BC times. someone tells her the years count from after some guy called jesus was born she'll be like "that doesn't mean anything to me"

one thing Maria still doesn’t like to acknowledge is how her creators primed her to be a soldier the same way she does to her own progenies. Or if she does acknowledge it she doesn’t see it as the manipulation it was, she sees it as “preparing” them.

They had been watching her for weeks before they “saved” her, knowing she would be grateful to them for giving her the gift of immortality and freeing her from her captives. They knew the rage that boiled beneath a broken girl would be useful to protecting their coven. That she would do anything for a family she never had. What they didn’t bet on was her becoming the most powerful of them all, or being the sole survivor in their own bloody wars. How losing the only true family she’d ever known would turn her into a more fearsome warrior than they ever could have dreamed.

thinking a lot about vera’s relationship with her maker, evelyn and how there is so much love there. she would never be rose ( that kind of love for vera is hard to replace. rose was her first love and she never got to experience actually acting on her feelings so there is a pining there for what could have been ) but it’s not like when she was married to leo and everything he did secretly gave vera the ick because it just wasn’t right, because she knew deep down they weren’t right because she didn’t feel for him in the way a married couple should.

with evelyn though it’s a really deep love, she is her partner in life. she is the first woman vera was able to be her true self with and she not only freed her from that repression but eventually freed her from the constraints of her human life too. they are unbelievably bonded.

that said, if rose confessed feelings to vera after all this time it would put vera in a very difficult situation because no matter what, even after all this time, rosalie hale still owns her heart too

SYDNEY SWEENEY

Glamour Spain Photoshoot.