By Dongni Hou

Death in Love by Chema Gil Ramirez

so, tell me. where did the blood on your hands come from? self—divination, or sacrifice?

but red was what you wrapped around you. blood red.

you're on your own, kid. you always have been.

C.O. Eric Hathway ~~~~~~~~~~ • Horror, mature themes, gore & angst • M.V. • Writing • DMs allowed for Plotting & Rp

in flames by Ilaria Ratti

Is it hard to ask for the civvies to, oh I don't know, not fucking follow the artillery tanks and to be cognisant of their surroundings? Every fucking time it's "help!" Or "oh god what is that?!" And then they get mauled, whenever I close my eyes. Just fucking turntail and run.

I think I'll stop when you stop smoking, mister. But hey, could be worse right?

I try to think of stuff like ah, well. Pomegranates I suppose. Or if putting it through the lense of "coping mechanism" I suppose that the flesh bane from Vtm could be used for that. Whatever works. I don't necessarily care at this moment.

That. I was thinking an inconceivable amount of weed or painkillers, jeeze. And hey, I gotta do my thing somehow.

She'd get me. Shit, we could even share. For context she's from a clan where vitae, well, blood isn't enough for sustenance. You get the picture.

Me when Blackwatch soldiers are being super fucking weird on comms Again.