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[doepoet]

for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

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these violent delights.

dialogue prompts from these violent delights by micah nemerever.

i never told you my name.

who puts those awful ideas in your head?

you're forever assuming the worst.

what's that face? you look like you're going to cry.

you're one of those people who worry all the time, aren't you?

i don't worry, i ruminate. they're distinct actions.

nothing made you. you just are.

beautiful things are supposed to hurt.

people tell you you're shy all the time, don't they?

i don't know how i ever got on without you.

a little trouble is a good thing for a young person.

i wasn't born yesterday. i know what kids get up to.

it's good to have guns to stick to.

you could do anything to me and i'd let you.

i'm not ready to be seen. not yet.

i don't need you to treat me respectfully. i'm not made of glass.

tell me you love me, at least. please. i need to know somebody does.

do i look normal? i can't tell if i look normal.

you can get away with anything, as long as you act like an authority on the truth.

don't tell me what i want.

you know you're just about the worst liar i've ever met.

i don't think you've ever felt anything that didn't hurt you.

you're so square, you're a cube.

i just want you to believe me when i tell you you're worth something.

there are limits to what you can expect people to understand, without living it.

you can't fight everybody all the time. you still have to live with them.

i forget how blue the sky can be outside the city.

i'm going to push you off a cliff, you fucking boy scout.

thank you for trusting me with this.

be a kid while you still can.

please believe in the things i try to tell you, instead of the things you think you deserve to be told.

if the sun touched you for even a moment, you'd go up in flames. like a vampire.

your voice changes when you're angry.

what a lonely, dreary thing it is to know the truth.

you never look away, even when your eyes are closed, but i'm never certain you can see what's really there.

tell me you need me. in those words.

can i tell you something? that i'm all but certain you won't believe?

i never lie to you. but sometimes, i wish i could.

you never let me pretend the truth is alright when it isn't.

you have a profound, elusive sadness about you.

you didn't. please tell me you didn't.

you and your awful little games.

why would i bother to grow my own conscience when you're always around to pester me?

you're going to help me escape.

this house is a shadowbox, never meant for human things.

you have no right to stop me, and you're not going to try.

you're sweet, when you want to be.

do you want me to kill ____? i mean it.

it might do you good to be an orphan.

you're just so sincerely creepy.

wealthy people pay handsomely for the privilege of ignoring cries for help.

i've never seen you like that before. not once.

i've decided to learn to be impulsive.

the worst damage humans do isn't rooted in malice, but in thoughtlessness.

there's such a thing as right and wrong. anyone can figure out the difference if they're willing to think for themselves.

there's no part of you i can't see.

i don't want to hurt you. please don't let me.

you're ridiculous, sometimes. but that's alright.

i don't want you right now. go home.

i'm not like you. i don't even have a shape of my own to hold anything else in place.

i'll never matter the way you do, and you know it.

say what you need to say.

if you say the word 'deserve' one more time, i'm driving us off a bridge.

i've been meaning to talk to you about ____.

i'm worried about what you're getting into.

you don't see me. you can't. you never could.

it's your life. you're entitled to make your own mistakes.

i want you to know you deserve better. you don't have to put up with ____.

you scare the hell out of me. you really do.

you look the same way you always have.

i was worried i'd lost you.

i'll take care of you. i don't need you to be brave.

all i want to do is make you happy, and you're the unhappiest person i've ever met.

i would rather be cruel than weak.

i want you to let me be nice to you today. i don't care if you think you deserve it.

this place looks like somewhere in a jigsaw puzzle.

it's always been real for me. every second.

please don't say anything to my mother.

we can't fix it if you don't tell me what happened.

i'll call you when i can stand the sight of you. don't hold your breath.

hiding the truth is still lying.

i thought you'd finally trust me if you knew i'd kill for you.

i'm just as much of a monster as you are.

i was missing part of myself my whole life, until i met you.

righteous fury leaves no space for fear.

you can always talk to me. about anything, okay? i love you no matter what.

you played [game] in school, didn't you?

no one tolerates boredom worse than the idle rich.

someone needs to be looking after you.

you know you can't actually stop me, right?

i want to be able to look at you.

when you need to, you will understand.

i'm only ever early when i'm afraid.

people talk themselves into the strangest things when they want to look impressive.

in the end, there's no difference between trusting someone and underestimating them.

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A  PEAK  AT  WHAT’S  INSIDE  THEIR          .    .    .

[  *  ]      writing prompt      )         :             send a number  1 - 30  to take a closer look inside this characters life.        /        below you will find a series of various prompts offering a look inside a characters every day life.        these are meant to invoke character development     &     can also be altered as seen fit to better suit the character in question.         bonus if you explain why it’s there!

01.     pockets. 02.     bag   /   purse. 03.     car trunk. 04.     car glovebox. 05.     closet. 06.     bedside table drawer. 07.     medicine cabinet. 08.     wallet. 09.     “junk” drawer. 10.     pantry. 11.     phone home screen. 12.     frequently used emojis. 13.     to do list. 14.     computer home screen. 15.     bookcase. 16.     cd collection. 17.     calendar for this month. 18.     “secret” hiding spot. 19.     five most recent in contact list.  20.     refrigerator.  21.     home safe.  22.     amazon shopping cart.  23.     bank account.  24.     first aid kit.  25.     five most recent in google search history.  26.     most used playlist.  27.     least used playlist.  28.     five most recent sent text messages  29.     five most recent received text messages  30.     netflix watch history. 

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they gave me 5 xp for anna's sheet so that shit's going in willpower

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PC Relationships - Vicente "V" Ortega.

Vicente Ortega came into Anna's life at a weird time. At first, they started out as bike racing buddies, and he'd always leave her in the dust whenever they raced. But after she became in the know, she started noticing peculiar things about him--she'd only ever see him around at night, he'd complain about being tired when the sun was coming up, whenever she brushed against him, he'd be cold, and most importantly... his canine teeth were just unusually sharp.

She did the stupid thing of confronting him about this, and he very well could have just killed her, but instead, they struck a deal. She gets him some bags of her blood in exchange for some protection. It's one she accepts, but now it's another secret she has on top of so many others.

Though bags have recently turned into asking straight from the source, the idea initially repulsed her. Letting a vampire bite her? It sounds like something out of a horror movie, but as she thought more about it, a morbid curiosity came over her. So, against her better judgment, she let him. The feeling was her surprisingly good--great actually, like the best high she's ever felt in her life. Though she feels herself wanting more, chasing it even, and that feeling makes her feel... ashamed to be honest.

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She seems to perk up a bit at the mention of poetry, pushing the initial reaction of the intrusion aside. The woman tilting her head too, trying to see if she recognized him, as she did frequent such events—poetry readings. She was a poet herself after all, so she would go to them to read her works even if they were quite amateur. After examining his face though, she doesn’t seem to see any familiarity. It seemed it was just a case of misidentification on his part, to her at least.

“No sir, I can assure you we’ve not met before.” She shuffles in place, hands clasped together in front of her as she watches the stranger. “Though perhaps I have a look-a-like out there, that’s a possibility.” The doe-eyed woman says with a tilt of her head, and a polite, non-threatening smile. She was wary of the man before her; but she tried not to display it, any sign of suspicious—even a hint of it wasn’t good to do in her mind. Even if he meant no malice towards her, she was always on edge around strangers. It’s just how she was built, what she had become.

@doepoet : take a step back

there is no hesitation in his movement: the toreador takes a slow, meaningful step away from the person before him and lowers his head in repentance. " forgive me my dear, I meant no harm. " as his golden eyes raise to glance over his prey, he takes a moment to rest his gaze on her hands. a smile forms upon his lips at the sight of the fingertips in particular: an artist's hands, no doubt about it. now all he need know is the craft.

" I was drawn in by the familiarity I feel towards you, a kinship I have only known in close friends and accomplices. tell me, have I met you somewhere before? at an art gallery perhaps, or a poetry reading? something tells me this is not the first I have seen of you, and nor will it be the last. "

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2/3 Gallagher Siblings.

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can i also say the moment anna found out about shit she straight up told the one who told her, and her brothers, "okay so don't tell me anything else, because I don't wanna know. the less I know, the better. don't involve me in your vampire bullshit."

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Just gotta make some adjustments; that's all.

anna edits 4/??

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so to explain what exactly type of vampires Anna's brothers are, which clans they come from as a little cheat sheet for interactions. like it's not too into depth because this post would be paragraphs long, but the summarized versions ya know?

zach is of the clan brujah; brujah are the extremely temperamental vampires who fight against the status quo. usually referred to as the punks, the rabble, philosophers, or rebels by others, their compulsion is to rebel. their disciplines are presence, clereity, and potence. they hit hard, hit & go fast, and can sway people in their favor. their bane is their violent tempers. you really don't wanna piss off a brujah, it's a death wish.

elijah is of the clan malkavian; malkavians are vampires that are seen as egimatic & even disturbed however, they have a psychic connection to each other called the cobweb and have a derangement or two. usually referred to as the seers, madmen, cassandras, jokers, and mockers, their compulsion is delusions. their disciplines are auspex, dementation, and obsfucate. they can see the unseen and be unseen if they wish, have psychic abilities, and inflict their madness on others. also most of them, if i'm remembering this correctly, have this other compulsion to pull pranks on people that can range from harmless to deadly.

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"Things are so different now. But, at the very least, I can still find solace in the sun's light & warmth. Even if they can't."

anna edits 3/???

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@mxldito

She stands on the pier in the late evening, unable to sleep. A soft sigh escaped her as she watched the waves roll in, listening to the sound of them crash against the wooden pillars of the boardwalk. Anna can’t help it, though, being up so late.

She had adjusted her sleeping schedule to match that of her brothers, as it would be the only time they could all hang out together for what reason they wouldn’t explain. No matter, it’s just something she was used to by now. Even if she would miss the sunrises she loved so dearly because she stayed up so late.

However, the sound of footsteps disrupted her thoughts. She should have been alone out here; it was the dead of night, and no one was around. She pushed herself off the railing, her head looking in every direction, watching her surroundings. "Hello? Is someone there?" the doe-eyed woman calls out.

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no scream in the world could have relieved my suffering, and my anger. ♡ independent & selective single - blog for the vampire armand from amc's interview with the vampire & sparse novel details SHOWVERSE WITH FLAVOR.  ♡  mutually private, please read carrd before following. interviewed by pamola.

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The Talk

She had a very long week, things coming to light leaving her absolutely exhausted both mentally and physically. Someone she cared about turned out to be something she only thought was a monster from a fairytale, causing her whole worldview to be shattered--now she can't go back even though she desperately wants to. Zach noticed it too, for he knew his sister all too well. They had a very long conversation in the car after, one where Anna told him everything, what she learned, what she suspected, and who opened that can of worms. Learning this caused his temper to almost get the better of him; he crushed the steering wheel with his bare hands. "I think I knew for a while, but I didn't wanna believe it ya know? That monsters were real, and that my brother is one. My brother is a..." Anna said with a tired sigh and a chuckle; she didn't want to say the word out loud but--her brother is a vampire. Her head turns to watch the sun set on the city before them. "I wish I was just crazy, but I've seen too much to dismiss it now." Her tone was tired, worn as her expression. Zach chewed his lip, weighing his options. He knew what he should do, but he didn't have the heart to. The kindred sighed, looking towards the sunset, "You understand you can't let anyone know. If they find out, they'd kill us both." his words were heavy, but thankfully they had impact. "I figured, but I'm just gonna try to pretend I don't know. Hell, I'm just gonna continue on as normal. It's the best that I can do now." Anna looks back at her brother again. "Hey Zach, no matter what, though, you're still my brother. You'll always be my brother, you remember that, yeah?" she tries to reassure him, and it gets her a little nod in response. "I know." "Love you, Zach." "Love you too, Anna."

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currently arc wise right, anna's now in the know and she's freaking the fuck out. she got the answers she needed but it turned out to be the ones she didn't want. she got too nosy, and now the weight of it all is crashing down on her. her brothers are vampires, and now she knows that.

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The Talk

She had a very long week, things coming to light leaving her absolutely exhausted both mentally and physically. Someone she cared about turned out to be something she only thought was a monster from a fairytale, causing her whole worldview to be shattered--now she can't go back even though she desperately wants to. Zach noticed it too, for he knew his sister all too well. They had a very long conversation in the car after, one where Anna told him everything, what she learned, what she suspected, and who opened that can of worms. Learning this caused his temper to almost get the better of him; he crushed the steering wheel with his bare hands. "I think I knew for a while, but I didn't wanna believe it ya know? That monsters were real, and that my brother is one. My brother is a..." Anna said with a tired sigh and a chuckle; she didn't want to say the word out loud but--her brother is a vampire. Her head turns to watch the sun set on the city before them. "I wish I was just crazy, but I've seen too much to dismiss it now." Her tone was tired, worn as her expression. Zach chewed his lip, weighing his options. He knew what he should do, but he didn't have the heart to do it. The kindred sighed, looking towards the sunset, "You understand you can't let anyone know. If they find out, they'd kill us both." his words were heavy, but thankfully they had impact. "I figured, but I'm just gonna try to pretend I don't know. Hell, I'm just gonna continue on as normal. It's the best that I can do now." Anna looks back at her brother again. "Hey Zach, no matter what, though, you're still my brother. You'll always be my brother, you remember that, yeah?" she tries to reassure him, and it gets her a little nod in response. "I know." "Love you, Zach." "Love you too, Anna."