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* ∘ ∙ — text post starters. archetype: the student.

tw for references to suicidal thoughts

‘i’d really like to be taken out tbh. in a date way or a sniper way i have no preference’

‘today i’m wearing a nice dark shade of exhaustion under my eyes.’

‘beds are so warm and soft when the rest of the world is not’

‘i ship me and money’

‘actually all of my systems are nervous’

‘boom crack the sound of my joints’

‘*is proud of dark circles* *is proud of looking like death*’

‘i have a phd in getting myself into really bad situations’

‘i cant believe i have to wake up again tomorrow ! i cant believe it!!!’

‘can i log out of life’

‘i look stressed? haha yeah it’s the stress’

‘when u look relaxed all the time bc ur dead inside’

‘if you’re following me i’m just warning you that i don’t know where i’m going’

‘i would just like to publicly announce that i have no idea what i’m doing’

‘i’m usually that person that has no idea what’s going on’

‘me @ myself: why are you like this’

‘got a masters degree in being ignored’

‘i’ve done like, 12 things in my life probably, and i regret 16 of them’

‘i just realized i’ve survived everything i’ve ever encountered in life. i have a 100% survival rate. i’m fucking nailing it.’

‘list of things im handling well currently: that’s it.’

‘*pretends to be mentally stable*’

‘“you wear that shirt a lot” yes because i own it’

‘i need to get laid… to rest. put me in a coffin, let my soul ascend’

‘simple and effective ways to deal with stress include AAAAHHHHHHHHH’

‘occupation: the family disappointment’

‘96% of my life is ????? with a little ¿¿¿¿¿’

‘i’ve decided i want to be cremated. not when i die, just whenever. surprise me.’

‘you don’t wanna mess with me i cry easily’

‘me???? tired???? sleepy??? yes constantly’

‘i am pretty much 3% human and 97% stress’

‘shout out to people who help me with really simply things because i’m an idiot’

‘stop calling me valid you fucks i’m here to die’

‘im what the kids call sleep deprived’

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CRAWL, THE DAMNED AND THE WRETCHED, within the streets of a city which damned itself. Where there is no God, there is not pity, no humanity - and they still believe they can save the masses, with piousness and sarpened daggers ; No, some things are better left rotting ! And so he is, feeling is core shifting and his mind flickering like a dying flame. It is all too late : the blood he enjoys and this evergrowing hunger telling him he's on his way to become a beast.

BUT HE LOOKS AT THIS MAN WITH REPRESSED INSTINCTS, his brain not quite yet decayed enough to let him act upon his darkest thoughts ( devour, devour, devour ). —— There's nothing here to hunt. The streets are clean. “ There's aggressivity in his voice, like a dog about to growl, only digging creases in his own skin as he scowls. Someone's not welcome here.

@vrmiin

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EYES OF ICE FREEZE OVER THIS STRANGE SIGHT, so familiar and yet, terrifying like the vague memory of a nightmare haunting you in the morning. His mouth opens like a fresh grave, pearly teeth aligned like soldiers ready to attack the ennemy.

—— Has anyone ever told you look kinda menacing ? “

@vxmpirehunterd

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SIR INTEGRA FAIRBROOK WINGATES VAN HELLSING. /  by somewhat.

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EYES SHINING IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT, like those of a cat looking for a prey, it is not with excitment that flames burns in his gaze, but with fear. For he senses a soul greater than life itsel and a might that could take the world out in its storm, his blood runs cold ( colder than it already is ).

BUT CURIOSITY, ALWAYS, TAKES THE BEST OF HIM, leading him upon dangerous path - after all, what could an immortal lose if its not his life ( just wait and see ) ? And yet, it is still with and hiss that he announces his arrival, not to found of taking by surprise a creature that could easily surpass him. —— I come with no intention to harm. “ How could he ? Feeble animal, so young compared to his peers, scared to lose his humanity.

@siresnight

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L U C E  ( ˢᵏʸˢᵖᵉˡ ) ‘’

❉   ໋⋅ ─𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐊. ⋮ @ciudat​ ⋮ starter call !! ⋮ cont’d

silence blossomed in spades , with each lingering second another reason to give distance between this creation and luce herself. intuition of those things inhuman and flesh of the supernatural carried a distinct air and scent that was was unmistakable. these were the whispers that birthed fear and paranoia all the same under their roof , as her mother had forewarned her : it was hardly human , neither the creation in front of her , or how she held firm to the belief of this presence being the possible period on the last sentence of her life. his was a soul damned for time itself , and what sorrow it sired !!

with her cautious gaze , steps remained firm in approaching that which towered over her ; and her hand held a vice grip in securing his palm ( or what she could manage to hold onto , for that matter ). intrigued and wary all the same , luce did not fear death , nor would she of him.

❝───𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞 , 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤. so long as you bare in mind to mind those sharpwhites of yours , I think I can spare an hour or two for you.  How about it ? ❞

A SMILE BARES THOSE FANGS SHE'S SO WARY OF, all playfully, like a pup pushing the rules until they break. Bowing like a gentleman, mocking the mores of the good people, he extends fingers as white as snow like a trap to reach her hand ( but right before any contact could be made, he stops himsel, frozen like a statue ). —— That would be wonderfull, if of course you don't mind me jumping on strangers to bite their jugulars ! “

SERIOUS FEATURES ARE QUICKLY WASHED AWAY BY THE JOY THAT BURNS IN HIS EYES and the mischief that lightens up the corner of his mouth. —— Just kidding, I can behave. I had a real nice meal on the way. “ Silence takes its toll, carrying with its tension the slight sense of embarassment. —— Just kidding. Again. “

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LIFELESS. You wanna interract with an immortal loser ? Then please, like this post for a starter !

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otp challenge - 7 scenes; peter & roman [1x13]

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doing risky shit because you lowkey wanna die

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S H A R P   F A N G S   ( ᵛᶤᶜᵃʳᶤᵃᶰ ) ‘’

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                          ❛          —————– Ah, what misery you display.          ❜          Yet, can he truly CLAIM the hollow shell in which he became was a beacon of enlightenment & joy ? With sunken agony etched deeply within his core, carved a vacant space in his soul which deprived him of  e v e r y t h i n g  that he once was, he refused to fault one who must’ve felt a similar grief, a similar sorrow. Pain was all too common in the world – a price of being a l i v e,  one could say, & each felt it as deeply & as viciously as their wretched hearts allowed.

                   Still, a smile couldn’t be fought as it tugged at his lips, eyes falling closed for a fleeting moment. There was a shake of his head, red locks following the movements with twists of their own; a price of being alive … but how many WERE truly  l i v i n g ?           ❛          I suppose I cannot tell you how to feel, it would be awfully hypocritical of me to do so.          ❜          // @ciudat .

—— Thanks for noticing, it takes me a terrible amount of work to look like a wreck. “ HUMOUR WEARS A DRESS OF BLACK, bitting through his words some of its poison. He always prefered to make a joke out of his own misery rather to shed tears upon fake martyrs - and this man in front of him seems to understand this peculiar philosophy ( amen, he'd say, if only it wouldn't burn his tongue ). Nevertheless, this veil of irony they throw upon great tragedies is hardly hidding all the pain that lies within. IT'S IN THEIR EYES, their every gesture, a mark of the past leaving its trace on bodies that were crafted by other centuries and decades of decay. Older than they seem, they're monster living in human skin.

—— You seem to deal with it wonderfully though - You have to tell me the secret of your success. “ HE LAUGHS, so bitterly, and yet, genuinely, that it makes you wonder if his act is real or not. —— I mean, you know, with the whole nostalgia and lack of diverse food. Man, do I miss the taste of things... “

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                   ＣＨＩＬＤＲＥＮ ＯＦ ＴＨＥ ＮＩＧＨＴ                             ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵛᵉᶰᵗʰ ˢᵒᶰ

… Unquenched, unquenchable, Around, within, thy heart shall dwell; Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell! But first, on earth as vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent: Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race; There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse: Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.

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❝ Come with me. Please. ❞

ＳＥＶＥＮＴ ＰＳＹＣＨＯＰＡＴＨＳ ( ᵐᵉᵐᵉ ) |   accepting

SERENE AND COLD, even his latin accent couldn’t bring the warmth of a southern summer in his words. Accustomed to the Winter of his own soul, he can see the snow that coats a man’s heart, ready to turn into permafrost and freeze it all. Like a cemetery standing on two legs, a walking graves that invites you, such calling are always so sweet, but require prudence and suspicion.AND YET, he feels inevitably drawn to this strange offer, this siren song that sailors often get drunk on. To say that those simple words could hold so much promises, the great unknown gravitating in one’s palm, it’s electifying.

TO FOLLOW, OR NOT TO FOLLOW, his minds wander upon shores of wonders. What could he fear from a mortal, he who cannot die and, full of curiosity, could endure many ordeals only to see what is this world he’s gonna set a foot in.TAKING A STEP CLOSER, he signs this silent covenant only one of the parties know the rules of - but no smile brings light to his features, for fear still knows its way within his mind. —— Sure… “ Hesitation plays the strings of his voice, such a remrquable lullaby. —— Curiosity killed the cat, but he got nine lives so… Anyway : go ahead, show the way. “

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❝ I don’t have a drinking problem. I just like drinking. ❞

ＳＥＶＥＮＴ ＰＳＹＣＨＯＰＡＴＨＳ ( ᵐᵉᵐᵉ ) |   accepting

STRICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES, but some wine and a glass may do better than that ( or at least that’s what he believes ). He remembers well the tastes of wine, liquor lingering in his breath and the morning tht followed those drunken nights - God knows he missed it, but now enjoys watching others sink in this kind of behaviour. For it is worth mentioning that knowing something’s wrong and still making the best out of it is an art that he reveres and appreciate ( and she seems to be that kind too ).

HE’D RAISE A GLASS TO HER WORDS, if only such delicacies were not forbidden to his kind - and raising a jugular is a sight that one may not wish to see. A sympathetic smile is all that he can offer to make a toast to this exquisit philosophy, eyes still jaded by the truth that slumbers within those words. —— Same. “ . It’s another kind of thirst, bloody and messy, but still overly addicting.

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❝ Have some pride in yourself. ❞

ＳＥＶＥＮＴ ＰＳＹＣＨＯＰＡＴＨＳ ( ᵐᵉᵐᵉ ) |   accepting

WORDS ARE LIKE LIGHTNING STRIKE GOING THROUGH HIS HEAD, so fast and yet never staying, but inflicting damage only the wrath of nature can. It makes him jump with surprise, for it’s been so long he hasn’t heard the word ’ pride ’ ( nor has he applied its meaning in his life ). And this deep voice that sings such an unholy melody, almost cracked like a worn out song, is as unknown as the philosophy that it preaches. DISDAIN BLOOMS IN HIS GAZE, ice blue hues tracing the source of all that sound, almost menacing like the iron of two daggers shining in the night. And yet, there’s something oddly peacefull about those eyes, old and hidden under heavy eyelids as if they had seen the whole world - threats are rather burried in the pitt of his heart.

—— Thanks, but I think I love self-pity way too much. “ HIS LAUGHTER IS OFF, like a track put over a movie scene - and he doesn’t mind if anyone realises it.

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"Come with me. Please."

ＳＥＶＥＮＴ ＰＳＹＣＨＯＰＡＴＨＳ ( ᵐᵉᵐᵉ ) |   accepting

AN OFFER SO TEMPTING, the light she brings in one’s life is calling for him, like a moth flying too close to the flame ; And her warmth reminds him of the end of summer days, something he misses so much in the winter of his curse. But all that is beautiful and all that is doomed cannot walk the same path - as tragic as it sounds, he realises now what those stupid morals meant. BUT WHO CARES ? Why make it a tragedy ? This is his reality and nothing more, and tears do not have to be cried on every destiny. He doesn’t mind the cold, or watching a candle burn from the distance ( as long as he can be the spectator of life, he will enjoy what remains of his past ).

MISCHIEVOUS, JUST LIKE A CHILD, his smile digs creases in features that will never know the changes time brings. —— You’re taking me for a walk ? How nice of you. “ He taunts and laughs, making a joke of every serious matter like an unbearable critter. Delaying the final moment, the severity of reality and the meaning of her plea, he brushes off all that could hurt him, blinding his eyes to every serious matter.BUT IN THE END, he will always follow, even if the road they’ll take is meant to be a dead end.

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SEVEN PSYCHOPATHS SENTENCE STARTERS.

❝ What the hell happened? ❞

❝ I set the car on fire. ❞

❝ You’re gorgeous. ❞

❝ It’s their blood. ❞

❝ Where are your guns? ❞

❝ You’re better than me. ❞

❝ Put your hands up! ❞

❝ You’re fucked from birth. ❞

❝ Are you pissed at me, baby? ❞

❝ Why would I be pissed at you? ❞

❝ Of course we’re friends.❞ 

❝ Come with me. Please. ❞

❝ I wanna jump inside your pants. ❞

❝ Are you looking at something? ❞ 

❝ Why did you kill all of those people? ❞

❝ What’s with your sour fucking puss? ❞

❝ Are we gonna have a peyote party? ❞

❝ Friends don’t make their friends die. ❞

❝ Are you nervous because we’re killing a chick? ❞

❝ I’m going to be over to kill you on Tuesday. ❞

❝ Maybe the world just doesn’t understand you. ❞

❝ Poodles always look like they’ve been crying. ❞

❝ We all gotta dream, don’t we? ❞

❝ Have some pride in yourself. ❞

❝ Fuck the cops! Fuck them! ❞ 

❝ You ever shoot a guy in his eyeball? ❞

❝ Sorry if I haven’t been a very good friend to you. ❞

❝ Don’t ever say I never do anything for you. ❞

❝ Seriously, just fuck off! I’m not in the fucking mood! ❞

❝ I stabbed a guy in the ear once. Ice pick, right in his fucking ear. ❞

❝ You think I’m not serious just because I carry a rabbit? ❞

❝ Are you out of your alcoholic fucking mind? ❞

❝ You’ve eaten too many hallucinogenic cactuses tonight, [ name. ]❞

❝ I don’t have a drinking problem. I just like drinking. ❞ 

❝ Sorry for hitting you in the face so hard. ❞

❝ Sometimes I think God’s gone crazy. ❞

❝ No shoot-outs, no pay-outs. Just human beings talking. ❞

❝ You might want to stop drinking if this is how you’re gonna behave. ❞

❝ It’s impossible for someone’s head to actually explode, isn’t it?  ❞

❝ When are you gonna get a job that’s not just stealing from people? ❞

❝ This guy just telephoned a psycho-killer to come psycho-kill us! ❞

❝ God loves us. I know it. He’s just got a funny way of showing it sometimes. ❞

❝ I didn’t mean to break his nose. His nose was just in the middle of where I was punching. ❞