((After some thought, I think I’m going to take a hiatus. My roleplaying has been slipping anyway, and I’ve been spending more time just staring at my replies rather than doing them anyway, which isn’t particularly productive and doesn’t seem to be doing much for my mindset. I’ve been generally rather conflicted about it, as evidenced by a question someone just asked me that I couldn’t find an answer I very much liked. Forcing myself off may allow me to rethink some things as well.
I apologize to anyone I currently have threads with, and I’m sure I’ll be happy to revisit them whenever I return if any of you still would like to. Unfortunately I don’t know whether I’ll be available for the reversal arc: please do not hold it on account of me, and I apologize for committing to something falsely. I don’t think I was very relevant to the plot anyway, so this shouldn’t interfere with anything.
Again, please forgive my absence. It’s been quite fun guys, and hopefully will be again soon. I will be available on my personal and outside tumblr, though I’m also in the midst of various school projects and things that may interfere. I will try to respond when I can, though.
Additionally, to the swarm of lovely anon(s) plaguing my inboxes as of late, I’d ask whether you were happy about this development, but I’ve been doing my best not to care too much what you think.
))
nypl:
On this day in history, blue jeans are born! On May 20, 1873, Levi Strauss and Jacob Davis received a a patent to create pants reinforced with metal rivets, thus marking the birth of the popular pant.
The image here depicts the White Oak Cotton Mill in North Carolina, one of the largest denim mills in the world. The GIF was created by the Library’s Stereogranimator using images from the Robert N. Dennis collection of stereoscopic views in the Library’s Photography Division.
+theswordarm
“Hey. I seen you from somewhere? Usually I remember the people from the eye trauma circle.”
The problem with being around a long time is that you see far too many faces and really tend to stop caring about attaching an identity to each one. So when someone vaguely familiar cropped up again, Cassie was never sure what her expression was supposed to be. Couldn’t be certain whether she was supposed to hate the person—there were always a good deal of reasons for her to hate someone, even if those reasons weren’t so good and to the point where she could no longer recall them. But she didn’t feel any immediate urge to punch him, so that was probably a good sign.
averyrook asked:≛
You already know that I have so many headcanons on this and I have forgotten like two-thirds of them so here we go.
born-a-bloodsucker asked:≛
Would probably be this really gangly oddly-proportioned kid who always sort of looks homeless no matter what they do. Would probably end up with a lot of rage and not many good ideas on what to do with it, so that it just kind of constantly seeps under the surface and just breeds general negativity and a hatred for everything. Except for cats obviously
Send me a ≛ & I’ll make a short-bio for the child of our characters (FC included?).
((or just any character, really. If you want to do this on anon.))
+casi-fucking-miro
“Well where you goin’ this fine night?”
Some people found it rather odd and even bothersome to come across duplicates of themselves, especially when every duplicate apparently came with a random y chromosome out of nowhere. But Cassie just found it fun to see a familiar face, and especially one so good-looking.
“That so? You sure it’s something I want?” Cassie countered. She kept her eyes closed, feeling the nails dig into her skin, her grey flesh pinking slightly, with help from the wealthy contributions from the previous evening. She liked being touched after she fed, the new blood helping to revitalize her and leave her body tingly all over.
But it made it harder to keep an entirely straight face, as evidenced when Cassie felt the little nip to her own skin. She moved to muffle her expression in cushions, answering with something vague about “Don’t bite too hard: we don’t need vampire lizards plaguing the streets.”
“Oh m’willin’ t’bet it’s something y’want…” she murmured, taking a few spare moments to do so only to resume the biting and nipping, the pressure behind those strong jaws of hers only increasing as the time passed. Her hands had slipped upward, their clear goal being Cassie’s chest which she accomplished soon enough, at first running over the area as though she were about to bypass it completely. But they coasted downward again, pausing and taking time to appreciate just what she was feeling.
The tips of her claws pressed and though Cassie’s comment had been heard, Charlie would need a lot more than that to be deterred by any means. Her heated breath churned in her throat as she exhaled over where she’d already been biting, adding heat to soothe over the bites, only to return to them and bite just a little harder. Though she knew her desire to make Cassie bleed was prevalent, she held it at bay, for now. She still wasn’t entirely clear of the logistics of vampire blood.. And she didn’t really want to risk anything. But oh that temptation was certainly there.
It was normally quite easy to miss the small area Casimira called a chest, so she was quite pleased when those scaley hands made their way over, her back arching in response. She turned slightly, angling more on her side to allow for better access, though she could still make the gesture seem as if she was getting more comfortable for the sake of sleep. Because that was still on the surface at least her intention, right?
But those little pangs of feeling coming over her as Charlie bit at her neck, the heat from her breath seeping through her body. One hand reached up to pull at the girl’s mess of ginger hair, pulling her nearer but also to position her better, closer to that ever-sensitive spot on her neck that lay bare and just waiting for attention.
“Well, what if I wanted a mind reader?” There was a sore lack of mind readers running about, Cassie had found. People like Avery could brag all they wanted about being psychic, but all that amounted to was the ability to make paper airplanes fly a bit farther.
But the vampire wasn’t thinking too much on that right now. Not with those claws running so closely against her tender skin, the feeling slipping through the thin layer of fabric. “Don’t rip m’ fuckin’ shirt either,” she grumbled, despite clearly enjoying the sensation.
“M’not gonna rip your fuckin’ shirt,” Charlie scoffed, though she could make no such promises. Claws tended to get caught on things sometimes. As it was though, she wasn’t paying too much attention to the fabric of Cassie’s clothes, hands slipping underneath the hem of her shirt instead to lightly graze the vampire’s skin. A deep, throaty purr began to churn steadily in her throat, scales and claws sliding over flesh.
“Y’should pay me a visit more often, yanno. Coffee or otherwise.” The dragon grinned and pressed her lips lightly to the back of Cassie’s neck, the invitation sincere.
Cassie let out a few amused noises herself at the touches, just hot enough to avoid burning against her cool skin. Through the heat of it she could still make out the texture of the scales, something quite unlike what she’d felt before. In a warm, living form, anyway. Her hands moved away from her, blindly seeking out Charlie’s arms so as to guide her in closer. Not normally one to be in such a position, Cassie did find some enjoyment in having someone work over her body.
She purred, her skin tingly around the area of the kiss. “Hmm, still not sure what the benefit of that would be.” She was more than willing to get a demonstration, however.
“Well I wouldn’ ask unless I had somethin’ t’offer,” the dragon continued, allowing her arms to wrap a little more firmly around the vampire, still steadily raking over skin, the soft flesh feeling nice against her rough hands. Charlie’s lips returned to Cassie’s neck, beginning to place a few more kisses to the area as her tail which was already loosely wrapping around one of the vampire’s legs only tightened its hold.
After a few moments of more gentle attention, she knew that she couldn’t not give into the temptation, and her lips parted, jaws moving to lightly bite down and nip at the pale flesh, a soft chuckle escaping her.
“That so? You sure it’s something I want?” Cassie countered. She kept her eyes closed, feeling the nails dig into her skin, her grey flesh pinking slightly, with help from the wealthy contributions from the previous evening. She liked being touched after she fed, the new blood helping to revitalize her and leave her body tingly all over.
But it made it harder to keep an entirely straight face, as evidenced when Cassie felt the little nip to her own skin. She moved to muffle her expression in cushions, answering with something vague about “Don’t bite too hard: we don’t need vampire lizards plaguing the streets.”