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#𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄-𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 , an independant, mutuals-only, selective roleplay blog for 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄 "𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘" 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐍 of the old guard . as written by ryxon, 21+, they/them & NZST. Heavily analysis & headcanon based & with a focus on indepth exploration, taking main inspiration from the first film && some comics, && doesn't acknowledge the second film, contains a verse in Resident Evil. all graphics on this blog belong to me. established 26.05.25

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colesmemes

interview with the vampire (book-based) sentence starters & prompts.

assorted quotes from the 1976 book interview with the vampire by anne rice. mature content and language may be used, feel free to adjust as necessary.

“every moment must be first known and then savored.”

“i lived like a man who wanted to die but who had no courage to do it himself.”

“i love you still, that's the torment of it.”

“the measure of my hatred is that love. they are the same! do you know now how much i hate you!”

“don't be a fool for the devil, darling.”

“let the flesh instruct the mind.”

“that is the crowning evil, that we can even go so far as to love each other, you and i.”

“who else would show us a particle of love, a particle of compassion or mercy? who else, knowing us as we know each other, could do anything but destroy us?”

“do you know what it means to be loved by death?”

“do you know what it means to have death know your name?”

“you are the night, and the night alone understands you and enfolds you in its arms.”

“for what can the damned really have to say to the damned?”

“what does it mean to die when you can live until the end of the world?”

“i never laugh at death, no matter how often and regularly i am the cause of it.”

“evil is a point of view.”

“evil is always possible. and goodness is eternally difficult.”

“you reflect your age differently. you reflect its broken heart.”

“one doesn't simply glut oneself on blood.”

“i was feeling fear. not a wild, mortal fear, but something cold like a hook in my side.”

“you are in love with your mortal nature! you chase after the phantoms of your former self.”

“the only power that exists is inside ourselves.”

“but the world was a tomb to me, a graveyard of broken statues.”

“your fall from grace and faith has been the fall of a century.”

“for what secrets, what truths had those monstrous creatures of night to give us?”

“your body's dying, pay no attention.”

“kill them swiftly if you will, but do it!”

“learn that you’re a killer!”

“because all aesthetic decisions are moral, really.”

“i’ve more reason now than ever to say that happiness is not what I will ever know, or will ever deserve to know.”

#〘 prompts 〙 ⸻ ➥ nothing that lives; lives forever

kaisources

꒷꒦꒦☠︎︎ ⋆₊ ♱ : CREATURE OF THE NIGHT . . vampire roleplay sentence starters ⁽ ⁰⁰¹ ⁾ based on UNDERRATED VAMPIRE FILMS. genre: horror, thriller, mystery, crime. tw: gore, blood.

⁰⁰¹ . » 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 (1971) :

[Name], we are different. That is God's gift to us, &. we must never debase it.

It was such a long time ago, but [he/she/they] looks exactly like before

There was not a trace of blood anywhere. Not a drop of it. Nothing.

You actually enjoyed seeing that dead body.

Ah, but you need me. Without me, you'd have no life.

You've seen so many people in all those years. You must be mistaken.

Aren't those crimes horrifying? &. yet so fascinating.

So many people are taking an interest in those murders, but you seemed rather… disturbed.

A girl's death is hardly a source of amusement, [name].

Those murders are rather special, one might say classic.

You know, silly tales about ghosts chased away by garlic… &. vampires shrinking from crosses.

Satan's ritual under a full moon.

A holy king, even a pope drank blood to stay young and healthy. Think of all the bloodshed caused by war.

[She/He/They] believed human blood was the elixir of youth.

What was that? Sounded like a scream.

The balcony. There was someone on the balcony.

What are you doing in the dark?

What's wrong with you? You're white as a sheet.

I always say, one must never be afraid…to look deep down into the darkest deeps of oneself where the light never reaches.

What a soft hand. As soft as silk, as white as sin.

The sun rises in a few hours. Deep in my bones I feel it. The night is dying.

I would like to go with you, [name], but it's too late.

Let the dead bury the dead. I killed no one.

I've seen many a night fall away into an even more endless night.

Who do you think I am, a kind of ghoul, a vampire?

Death seems to follow in your wake. From one place to another.

Don't let the light catch me, [name]. Don't.

⁰⁰² . » 𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐀 (1977) :

There's nothing to be afraid of. Life must go on.

We have to die. All of us has to die. And there's no way we can avoid it.

Would you like to know how someone will die?

Follow. Don't be afraid. I have many more things in these woods.

Don't believe such a creature. It only tell you lies.

You've come from the dew in the forest &. there they will be waiting for you.

I hear the voices from the past. I feel as if I've been here before.

One can live eternally instead of turning into a little pile of dust.

I live in you. Would you die for me?

I have a dream. The memory of a night.

The devil will find a place inside our bodies &. take our souls away.

We'll make a pact &. seal it with our blood. We'll make them pay.

My body, my soul &. my life belong to you.

It was the devil. As if the devil himself was speaking through [her/his/their] mouth.

They may not be possessed by the devil himself, but at least by one of his evil messengers.

A sixth category devil who hates light. It acts at night, when the shadows protect it.

Holy ritual? This is the most shameful thing I have ever witnessed.

The forces of evil had not abandoned [her/him/them].

It was dead. Yet there was evil inside the body ready to come alive and attack the innocent.

Burn them. Burn the evil.

⁰⁰³ . » 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (1995) :

I see your vision in the darkness every time I close my eyes.

Sunlight has becomes my enemy. I don't want my friends to see me like this.

The unsaved don't recognize the sin in their lives.

They don't suffer pangs of conscience because they don't recognize evil exists.

They're all predestined to hell.

I haven't been feeling well. They said it's chronic anemia.

It makes no difference what I do, whether I draw blood or not.

I've come to terms with my existence, applying what I've learned to my own being.

This is a graveyard. Rows of crumbling tombstones. Vicious, libelous epitaphs.

I don't even know what you've done. Am I gonna get sick now?

Look what you've done to me! How could you do this?!

The same could be said for all of us, but you see our predecessor doesn't have a name.

The appetite's insatiable. That's what I've learned in the last couple of weeks.

Prove me that there's no evil and you can go.

The mirrors in my house, I had to cover them up. Why do you think that is?

You wanna see something? I'm rotting inside. But I'm not dying.

Look me in the face. Look at the sin in my face.

You know how long I've been fasting? 40 years. I haven't drink blood in 40 years.

You can never get enough, can you? But you learn to control it.

We're the ones who let the dying know the hour has come.

Mankind has striven to exist beyond good and evil. From the beginning.

That's something you ought not to forget. You're not a person. You're nothing.

You thought the first time was difficult? It's a long time till sunrise.

Demons suffer in hell. You can't kill what's dead.

What are you worried about? You're not gonna die.

You were just trying to see if I had left you anything you could eat, anything for a fix.

It satisfies the hunger which evil engenders, but it also dulls our perception so we are helped to forget how ill we really are.

We're not evil because of the evil we do…but we do evil because we are evil.

Forever is a long time...

#〘 prompts 〙 ⸻ ➥ nothing that lives; lives forever

a shrine built by someone who wouldn't let go. / @coffinshared ( booker ).

it's deep in the italian countryside that andromach's thoughts continue to linger, in the dark recesses of quiet moments and shadows flickering along the wall. lykon's grave was something that has been here for the better part of several hundred years — about seven to eight centuries, by her count. his body has already been stripped to bone by the things in the earth, his horse the same and his clothes threadbare and rotting underneath stone and soil, the blood spilled already diluted by decades of rain and growth. she can still taste the iron in her mouth, steel biting her tongue and taking its pound of flesh, one of the few people who could fight her and thrill her at the same time.

she'd purchased this plot of land a long, long time ago. it had been passed down through various identities and legally-distinct hands that all belonged to her in some fashion. the first one had been through an axe. the rest had been through disguised cash and signed documents, identity changes a result of the man standing beside her now. she'd allowed him out of the safehouse solely for this trip soaked in grief and blood, a temporary escape from four walls and knowledge of betrayal. her eyes flicker over the ancient tree that marks the location of his grave, weathered stone resting just underneath the roots, a couple of old candles lying half melted atop their holders.

it's not a visible grave by any means, but a shrine nontheless — andromache sees the small dip in the ground and remembers lying there to take vigil over his corpse, his blood staining her shirt and quynh beside her. death was usually something that never touched them, or wasn't supposed to, but for some reason he'd been the exceptional. lykon, their lion and snarling wolf, a whirlwind on the battlefield and someone very dear, succumbing to his wounds because of someone mortal. they don't make eye contact with booker, instead focusing on the earth's impression.

“ tell me why I brought you here. ”

#〘 writing partner 〙 ⸻ ➥ coffinshared #〘 au: dark 〙 ⸻ ➥ so act on temptation and live by sensation #〘 s: booker le livre 〙 ⸻ ➥ take this chance 'cause it might be our last to be free and let go of the past #〘 threads 〙 ⸻ ➥ i've forgotten more ways to kill than armies will ever learn #〘 queue 〙 ⸻ ➥ pray the frost sweetens the axe

coffinshared

you have too much faith in me, Booker wants to tell them. he doesn't have the same natural affinity for animals that Andrea would after having existed before the domestication of horses. and while he's been on a horse more than a few times before, that doesn't guarantee this one will like him. regardless, he doesn't have much time to protest before he's being hoisted onto the creature.

“ I'm really not a horse person. Can we just put that out there? Okay, putting it out there. I don't think animals like me, ” Booker tries to protest, but then she's handing him the reins.

amaranthine-divine

“ targī̆tavah. ” the corner of andromache's lips turn up as she states his name, her hands wrapped around booker's waist to keep herself steady. she didn't really need it, but they knew that it might help calm booker's uncertainty. targī̆tavah's head flickers up and down as he begins to walk, his hooves clipping across the short gravel path that leads them towards grassy paddock and hills — he feels almost like an extension of the older immortal, with how long she's been riding. it was the name of one of her first horses, transformed into a deity not much unlike herself, a name that signified power even if it had descended into obscurity. the turn of time left some of the most well known titles to the dust underneath their feet, she carried with her immeasurable number of histories and it was a heavy toll.

#〘 writing partner 〙 ⸻ ➥ coffinshared #〘 verse: pre canon 〙 ⸻ ➥ suffering is a terrible fire; it either purifies or destroys. #〘 s: booker le livre 〙 ⸻ ➥ take this chance 'cause it might be our last to be free and let go of the past #〘 threads 〙 ⸻ ➥ i've forgotten more ways to kill than armies will ever learn #〘 queue 〙 ⸻ ➥ pray the frost sweetens the axe

look at you. you haven't aged a day. / @separateways

when you were deep into the underworld, you started to learn names, identities, just who people were and their impact onto the world. and thus, it didn't take andromache — or ada — long before mutual acknowledgement had been held, two people working for very different causes and very different styles of that work, but discretion was a common interest between them. that, and it was better to keep potential enemies and allies alike close to hand, even if the older immortal wasn't as keen on the idea.

that was a secret in itself she wasn't willing to share. in this day and age, things were harder to hide or keep hidden, but with the rise of bioengineered weaponry and other various technological advancements, the misfortune of the world had its own way of assisting them on the rare occasion. working with others was kept to a minimum, ada had been an enigma encountered years ago on some kind of venture that andromache had tried to keep tabs on for a while, but the other was slippery and all over the place. hell, there'd even been reports of her death after the disaster in china, but andromache of all people knew that sometimes the underworld decided to either reject you, or spat you out like a burning ember that scorched its tongue. it might not even have come close to taking you at all, if you were clever.

andromache knew that better than anyone.

they leaned back in her chair, shades perched on top of her head and hair loosely falling onto shoulderblades covered by an unassuming black shirt. styles change quicker than the sand in any desert, and andy had come to learn that this seemed to work well in the more modern time period — the functionality was just a bonus. there was a lingering sense of unease broiling in the pit of her chest — very little good came from deeply encoded cipher and an invitation, but curiosity was quick to dig its jagged claws into the small of her back and drag her along to this relatively enclosed location that seemed carefully chosen. nícolo would've had a hard time setting up his vantage point and seeing into this place, the floor plan was open enough to spot anyone who didn't belong, and the other was clearly very good at this sort of thing. that kind of skill was rare, but appreciated.

“ and you don't look too bad for a dead woman. ”

#〘 writing partner 〙 ⸻ ➥ separateways #〘 au: resident evil 〙 ⸻ ➥ just keep following that illogical. you're already on board with the supernatural.#〘 threads 〙 ⸻ ➥ i've forgotten more ways to kill than armies will ever learn

selfsaving

AGGRESSION // SEXUAL TENSION .

acts that could be aggressive // or a little bit sexy // or both. send a symbol from your muse to mine. feel free to combine actions or add specifics even when it doesn’t ask for it ! can send non - sexually as well.

THREATENING

🔪 // put a knife to my muse’s throat .

🖐️ // put a hand around my muse’s throat .

👕 // slide a weapon up under my muse’s shirt ( can specify ) .

👔 // grab my muse by the collar & pull them closer .

🔒 // lock my muse in a room alone with your muse .

🗩 // verbally threaten my muse ( please specify ) .

PINNING

🔙 // push my muse against a wall .

📌 // pin my muse’s wrists above their head .

🔵 // grab my muse hard enough to leave a bruise .

🔑 // handcuff my muse .

➰ // tie my muse to a chair .

⭕ // restrain my muse with an item of clothing ( please specify ) .

🚨 // push my muse to the ground & straddle them .

📢 // tell my muse ‘ stop squirming ! ’ .

🔗 // otherwise restrain my muse ( please specify ) .

LIGHTER

👀 // grab my muse’s jaw & direct their gaze towards yours .

⚡ // tug my muse’s hair .

⚠️ // bite my muse ( can specify where ) .

😏 // give my muse a hickey .

✂️ // run fingernails over my muse’s skin & scratch them .

💦 // cover my muse’s mouth .

DARKER

💋 // give my muse a kiss that draws blood .

🗡️ // cut my muse with a knife ( can specify where ) .

💀 // kidnap my muse .

😶 // put a hand over my muse’s nose & mouth .

💥 // tighten something around my muse’s throat that restricts their blood - flow / oxygen supply ( please specify ) .

#〘 prompts 〙 ⸻ ➥ nothing that lives; lives forever

ohisms

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁. ( a collection of violence & injury - based action prompts. adjust phrasing / reverse roles as desired. mature themes ahead. absolutely do not use these for non-con. )

[ 01. ] sender takes receiver down to the ground during a fight. [ 02. ] sender leaves scratches / bruises on receiver's body. [ 03. ] sender cruelly applies pressure to receiver's [ wound / bruise ]. [ 04. ] sender lightly trails a sharp knife across receiver's cheek. [ 05. ] sender wraps a hand around receiver's neck & cuts off their oxygen. [ 06. ] after a long - winded chase, sender finally corners receiver. [ 07. ] sender holds a knife to receiver's throat, blade nicking their skin. [ 08. ] sender pushes receiver into a wall & pins them there. [ 09. ] sender has poisoned receiver's [ drink / food ]. [ 10. ] sender aims a loaded gun at receiver, cocking the hammer. [ 11. ] sender suddenly throws a punch at receiver during a confrontation. [ 12. ] sender hurls an item across the room at receiver's head. [ 13. ] sender forcefully pushes receiver's head underwater. [ 14. ] sender unexpectedly arrives at receiver's home covered in blood & bruises. [ 15. ] sender pleads for receiver to help them with hiding a body. [ 16. ] sender is knocked out during a fight, & wakes up in receiver's home. [ 17. ] sender gently dabs the blood from receiver's face with a wet cloth. [ 18. ] sender crafts a tourniquet from their own clothes to stop receiver's bleeding. [ 19. ] after severely wounding receiver, sender approaches them menacingly. [ 20. ] sender takes receiver by the throat & lifts them off the floor. [ 21. ] sender licks receiver's blood from their fingers. [ 22. ] sender viciously bites receiver during a struggle. [ 23. ] sender draws receiver's blood for the first time. [ 24 ] sender grabs receiver's hair, forcing their bloodied face up to look at them. [ 25. ] sender straddles receiver to pin them to the floor.

[ 26. ] receiver wakes up tied to a chair, sender standing before them. [ 27. ] sender threatens receiver with torture in order to extract information. [ 28. ] sender is severely injured & receiver must dial an emergency number. [ 29. ] sender, bleeding through their bandages, faints in front of receiver. [ 30. ] sender goes to strike receiver with a [ blunt object ]. [ 31. ] finally in position, sender can't make themself kill receiver. [ 32. ] sender intentionally breaks one of receiver's bones to demobilize them. [ 33. ] sender deprives receiver of sustenance for an extended period of time. [ 34. ] sender slaps receiver across the face in a moment of anger. [ 35. ] through [ coercion / force ] sender makes receiver kneel before them. [ 36. ] sender prepares to make the killing blow upon receiver. [ 37. ] sender jumps in front of a strike meant for receiver. [ 37. ] after a third party threatens receiver, sender takes revenge & attacks them. [ 38. ] sender has taken a third party prisoner as an offering to receiver. [ 39. ] sender, in a frenzy, hunts receiver through the vast dark wilderness. [ 40. ] receiver is trapped in a maze-like structure with sender hunting them down. [ 41. ] sender draws receiver a hot bath to soothe their wounds. [ 42. ] sender begs receiver not to succumb to their injuries. [ 43. ] sender harshly takes receiver by the chin, forcing eye contact. [ 44. ] sender is in the hospital, severely injured, & receiver just got the news. [ 45. ] sender is the first person receiver sees after returning to consciousness.

#〘 prompts 〙 ⸻ ➥ nothing that lives; lives forever

lizkeen

INTIMIDATION AND VIOLENT RP PROMPTS. ( A collection of action based roleplay prompts. Feel free to add information if you wish. )

Send a symbol for the action and/or send a # for reverse

🤲🏻 or ‘firm’ // sender grabs receivers chin firmly

🔪 🔙 or 'knife behind’ // sender presses a knife on receivers’ throat from behind

🔪 🔜 or 'knife front’ // sender presses a knife on receivers’ throat from front

🧱 or 'wall’ // sender backs receiver up against a wall

🔗 or 'kidnap’ // sender kidnaps receiver ( feel free to specify details )

👐 or 'choking’ // sender wraps their hands around receivers’ throat

💥or 'smack’ // sender smacks receiver in the face

🩸or 'bleed’ // sender makes receiver bleed ( feel free to specify where )

🤕 or 'knockout’ // sender knocks receiver’s head against the wall

🦴or 'bone’ // sender breaks one of receiver’s bone ( feel free to specify which bone )

🚬 or 'burn’ // sender burns receiver ( feel free to specify details )

🔫 or 'gun’ // sender points a gun at receiver’s head

⛓ or 'handcuffs’ // sender handcuffs receiver ( feel free to specify details )

🪓 or 'weapon’ // sender corners receiver with a weapon

🔧or 'gunpoint’ // sender holds receiver at gunpoint

🗑 or 'murder’ // sender attempts to murder receiver

✂️ or 'cut’ // sender cuts receiver ( feel free to specify details )

🧤 or 'yank’ // sender grabs receivers hair and yanks them over the floor

💊 or 'drug’ // sender sedates receiver ( feel free to specify ex. for a kidnapping, torture, etc. )

➰ or 'restraint’ // sender restrains receiver with ropes

💧or 'water’ // sender waterboards receiver

💪or 'arm’ // sender forces receiver’s arm behind their back

🔥or 'fire’ // sender puts cigarette out on receiver’s body

🪖 or 'tackle’ // sender tackles receiver on the ground

🚅 or 'shoot’ // sender non-fatally shoots receiver

#〘 prompts 〙 ⸻ ➥ nothing that lives; lives forever

constellationcursed

Cass' head was pounding with a million questions, and she had all she could do to warm herself with her jacket. Most of her clothing had been shredded during the explosion, but it was a long walk out of here. None of the teammates who'd came here with Cass remained by her side now. Between the explosion, the fact she'd passed out, and the infection, she was more than a little disoriented.

The second Cass saw government agents approaching her, she tried to get to her feet. She placed her hand on the base of a nearby - if thoroughly charred - tree to steady herself, combat boots searching for traction. But her bones ached, and she had little energy to drag herself up. Her brown eyes flickered across the forest, which was almost unbearably bright now. Fuck, how long had she been out for? More importantly, how was Cassiopeia Clay not dead?

A mysterious stranger eliminated the agents, and before she could say anything, Cass was reaching for her rifle. She'd made her own modifications to it long ago, and it wasn't too similar to anything the other S.T.A.R.S. possessed. If Andy and the others had caught even a glimpse of it during their shared dreams, they would've known she was who they were looking for. Cass resisted the temptation to look at her leg, where a fresh scar most certainly lied.

"Fuck you, whoever you are," Cass snarled. She made a second attempt to get off the ground - this one more successful than the last. She began walking away from Andy, not even acknowledging her introduction. Her brows furrowed, her gaze was set, and she refused to show even a glimmer of weakness. "I don't need your help."

amaranthine-divine

the woods were a match, so was the rifle, and more importantly, the woman. andromache tucked one of the agent's pistols into her belt, her hand leaving the grip as she stepped towards the other making to get off the ground.

she reached for her rifle, and the older immortal didn't make to stop her, not yet. andy could understand the sentiment — a stranger shows up, someone you'd likely have had seen in your dreams for the past few hours, takes out your assailants and goes on to approach you without explaining the situation to the extent you'd want to hear. it was hostility and fear combined, mixed in with the fact that she hadn't died when she had meant to. that would be several millennia in coming, if she was anything to go by.

“ you think you don't, but you will. ” andromache stepped forward, approaching her as she made to leave. this initial push-and-pull had become all too common to deal with, but if she could just pass it onto the other that she wasn't there to hurt her, this would be significantly smoother. “ you need to come with me. you'll be a lot safer with us. ”

she stopped in their tracks for a moment, eyes flickering back over to the currently incapacitated operatives still collapsed on the ground, before glancing in the direction of the road where her vehicle was most likely still running.

“ my car's not far. I'll answer your questions there. ”

#〘 writing partner 〙 ⸻ ➥ constellationcursed #〘 verse: pre canon 〙 ⸻ ➥ suffering is a terrible fire; it either purifies or destroys. #〘 threads 〙 ⸻ ➥ i've forgotten more ways to kill than armies will ever learn #〘 queue 〙 ⸻ ➥ pray the frost sweetens the axe

scorchedhearth

It was just the two of them. They ran through the world together, fought thousands of battles side by side.

-The Hour and What Is Dead from The City in Which I Love You, Li-Young Lee

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#〘 aesthetic 〙 ⸻ ➥ it's nearly impossible to disappear in the world we live in today #〘 s: quynh 〙 ⸻ ➥ love is like war; easy to begin and hard to stop

the world isn't getting any better, it's getting worse. / @coffinshared ( quynh )

the smell of metal called a siren song in the midst of the high-rise apartment. it had formerly been the den of a notorious organized crime group that was either encroaching on quynh's land or reputation, and now it was one hell of an elaborate mass grave. andromache stood in the center of a particularly large pile, blood slowly dripping from the forged steel of her axe and staining the sharp points of razor-sharp canine teeth that should've been next to impossible. copper coated her tongue, red lingering on the corner of her mouth and streaking to the base of her chin.

the body at the base of her feet was kicked away with a sharp shove of her boot, the unfortunate gangster's neck almost completely torn away. he was one of the few who wasn't bleeding any longer — couldn't bleed, to be more certain — as andromache's eyes lingered on the television still spouting nonsense from various news stations. people just had nothing better to do with themselves than start wars, even in such a modern age when everything could've been solved with a few world powers working together for the betterment of society, but still, nothing.

she tore her gaze off for a moment, that insatiable bloodlust quiet for the time being. her disdain — disconnection maybe, she couldn't tell — wasn't new, but how deep this one ran was. it filtered through her muscle, through her very marrow, some kind of ancient hatred that had come into play after she'd been turned, almost as if it brought to light the slipping morality of mortality. the feeling was overwhelming, all-consuming as it devoured her very essence, tempered by the satisfaction and thrill the bloodbath here had brought. she let out a long exhale for a moment, holstering her labrys.

“ has been for years. it's not that new. ”

#〘 writing partner 〙 ⸻ ➥ coffinshared #〘 au: vampire 〙 ⸻ ➥ there on the hill burning eastward still #〘 s: quynh 〙 ⸻ ➥ love is like war; easy to begin and hard to stop #〘 threads 〙 ⸻ ➥ i've forgotten more ways to kill than armies will ever learn #〘 queue 〙 ⸻ ➥ pray the frost sweetens the axe

❝ I’m tired of being enclosed here. ❞ / @coffinshared Booker during house arrest!

andromache lounged back on the leather sofa as booker paced around the living room, book in hand and legs propped up on a reclined stool. the volume she perused was old, the pages nearly falling from their spine completely — something she'd purchased in the late 18th century, maybe. it was kept in condition by careful maintenance, stored out of the sunlight and restored bindings every few years or so, and judging by the worn cover, was a favorite. they paid little attention to the man sharing the same room, instead focusing on each line present on the inked parchment.

andromache could care less if sebastién was tired. he'd spent the better part of two centuries with the immortals here and had thrown all of it away in a careless, reckless moment, selling them to be experimented upon by some childish silicone valley archetype who died pathetically. it was quite possibly the most foolish decision she'd seen anyone make, and it had led to his imprisonment — for lack of a better word — in their safehouse. the immortals were everything he had, and andromache refused to let go of him easily. her axe rested close to her side, leaned up against the corner of the couch — a subtle threat, maybe, but also explained away with the polish and rag lying on the counter. she turned a page, barely shifting from her position.

“ shouldn't have done what you did. ”

#〘 writing partner 〙 ⸻ ➥ coffinshared #〘 au: dark 〙 ⸻ ➥ so act on temptation and live by sensation #〘 s: booker le livre 〙 ⸻ ➥ take this chance 'cause it might be our last to be free and let go of the past #〘 threads 〙 ⸻ ➥ i've forgotten more ways to kill than armies will ever learn #〘 queue 〙 ⸻ ➥ pray the frost sweetens the axe

vellicorsources

THE OLD GUARD: FORCE MULTIPLIED

the thing about battle; it makes things easy. you don't worry about right or wrong. you don't get the luxury. you don't get the time.

we can try to atone, try to make it right — or we can ignore who's looking back at us in the mirror.

i was hoping we could avoid this, but you are leaving me little by way of choice.

so you have said, but I believe you are lying.

i know what you're thinking. that eventually you'll drown a final time, you'll be dead, and you'll stay that way.

I am nothing like you.

you stay silent when I want you to talk, and talk when I want your silence.

it's been a long time.

the ocean keeps its dead. imagine what it does to those it cannot kill.

went for the dramatic entrance. couldn't resist.

look at you. you haven't aged a day.

can you embrace the pain yet?

say it again. I've missed hearing you say please.

you never forget the first time you died.

you live as long as I have, you see people at their worst. maybe you've done some of that worst yourself.

we gave those reasons names. called them gods and spirits. I was one, for a while.

the only thing that remained constant, was that I was alone.

I thought she was lost to me. maybe she still is.

how about "I'm sorry I left you for dead?" no? too on the nose?

did you pray, ___? sincerely and with all your heart?

that's even more dangerous than faith. at your age you should know better. it's all hopeless.

is that how you've gotten through the centuries since we parted? telling yourself that over and over again?

what have they accomplished that can give you hope?

just as you have been punished, the price for your sin, just as I had to pay the price for mine.

but you've refused to be a devil. that is what we are, my heart. our purpose is to make them suffer.

the more things change, the more they stay the same.

deny it, and you will suffer as I have suffered.

I wish I could be happy that you're standing here, but the woman I loved died under the water.

there's nothing more to say. so I'll have to show you instead.

for someone who spent centuries drowning, she seems unreasonably fascinated by water.

suffering in the past doesn't justify the torment of another in the future.

that's what this curse of immortality has made me. it's given me seven millennia to practice. I'm a goddamn god of war.

they change the name and pretend it's a different problem.

I don't want to fight it anymore.

it all catches up with you in the end.

they left you. i will not.

#〘 prompts 〙 ⸻ ➥ nothing that lives; lives forever

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THE OLD GUARD: OPENING FIRE

since when have you stuck to a timetable?

you know I love you, but so help me, if you say another world before I've had coffee I will cut your throst. then I'll do it again.

you couldn't work those.

don't want the squad blowing in thinking we need a rescue

you see all this? jackpot.

do whatever you do to things like that. get the film or whatever. destroy it.

what you think you saw and what you saw, not the same thing.

she was smart. fearless. a fucking pit viper in a fight. never saw anyone quicker than her.

that much time together, you move past love and hate. you've got something else.

they discovered they couldn't die because they couldn't keep the other one dead.

either I'm getting slow, or the world is moving too fast.

everything happens for a reason. if a thousand years hasn't taught me that, I've learned nothing.

everyone thought you were dead, right?

you going to behave or do I have to shoot you again?

he better not be dead. I will be seriously pissed off if he's dead.

when the world was bigger, it was easier to avoid suspicion. then it got a whole lot fucking smaller.

you are a child. and your mocking is thus infantile.

his very thoughts make music of the mundane.

what happens when your employer's frustration inevitably outmatches his greed?

keeping in touch with your family risks exposing all of us.

they will ask you to share it with them. they will curse your name. they will beg, they will implore, and won't believe when you say you cannot help them.

in desperation, they will do things to forever taint your memory of them, and they will still die. and you will never forget what they became before they did.

time takes everything. time always wins. time is a motherfucker.

he made me feel alive again. he made me want to live again.

all you really need to know about me is that I'm very wealthy, and I got that way by being smart — and more importantly — ruthless.

I count my years in millennia. I speak almost every language on the planet and dozens that no one has heard in centuries.

there's hardly a weapon I can't use. I've forgotten more ways to kill a man than entire armies will ever learn.

I've gotten drunk on every continent, I've experienced it all, I have learned from it all.

and despite, or maybe because, of all that, I can lie to myself with the best of them.

any fall long enough that you can think about the fact you're still falling, is by definition, too far.

don't you fucking use my name, ____!

I owe you? you're pointing a fucking gun at me!

soldiers live, and wonder why.

#〘 prompts 〙 ⸻ ➥ nothing that lives; lives forever

vellicorsources

THE OLD GUARD: TALES THROUGH TIME

you should've seen it. the way it shone, like it could burn the air itself.

so many things blur together now. half the time, I don't know if I'm remembering ... or making shit up.

there's not a piece of it that's still original.

we live in hell, my darlings, and the flsmes of damnation lick at our skin.

you'll miss the show if you keep trying to burn that man alive with your eyes.

can we have one romantic night without starting an incident?

we haven't called anywhere home in a long time.

we should get out of here. i want to commit a crime.

this is not the crime I thought you had in mind.

I dare say this is the loveliest crime we have ever committed.

everywhere we go, there you are. the same violence. the same cruelty. always hate at the edge of the light.

who am I to make this choice? to say this branch will stay, that one will go.

a beautiful blossom might have come from this unlovely twig.

mercy is not reserved for those who deserve it.

this tree is not for me to tend any longer, if it ever was.

something gnaws at me. like a string that has been plucked.

in any event, I am compelled here, though I'm unsure why.

the strange life we lead must have a purpose.

these strings always pull us to where we must be.

is each pluck of the string another note in a symphony?

the conductor of the symphony just may not be very good at his job.

send this son of a bitch back to hell!

you want to dig a hole for yourself? it's your funeral.

i'll order you both to cut the shit first.

I won't watch as the world turns your honor, your bravery, your compassion into something ugly.

i need to go look at beautiful things for a while. find the magic.

when a man takes an oath, he pledges himself before God to a higher standard than his petty preferences.

a mistake can be forgiven. a repudiation cannot be.

beautiful things don't always carry us good places.

so better our time together run out in sweetness and silence, rather than thunder and blood. like it began.

blood in only begets blood out.

all that's left is thunder ... and blood ... and silence.

they didn't even have the shame to hide what they'd done.

all that's left is the hate and rage that destroyed this place.

how do you make a ghost town? first you take a town ... and fill it with ghosts.

I am lost without you, unable to find my way in a landscape of dying bodies and rivers of flowing blood.

the world makes no sense. up is down. day is night.

today I saw the sun rise in the west, mocking me for having lost my way amidst this death and carnage. without your love as my compass, the path before me is uncertain.

oh, that I could take shelter from this storm in your arms, where the only thunder I hear is the thunder of your heart.

God has passed judgement on you, and I am the instrument of your damnation.

you will be denied entry into heaven, but be welcomed in the pits of hell, and Satan will know that I have sent you.

until that time, I will persevere in this world that mocks us both ... a world where every day without you is a day I die.

my love, I am weary and in need of rest.

the nightmares that haunt my sleep jave taken to dancing before my open eyes.

she's not a man! she's a demon from hell!

I was around when a lot of those stories were made up — and I've sure never seen any gods.

#〘 prompts 〙 ⸻ ➥ nothing that lives; lives forever

rainystarters

* ☔ : action prompts inspired by GOTHIC HORROR, DARK ACADEMIA, ETC. some prompts are usfw. add reversed for the muse receiving the meme to perform the action instead. ( adjust scenarios or specify details as needed. )

𝟶𝟷. sender sets a church on fire with the receiver still inside. 𝟶𝟸. sender presses a holy symbol into the receiver's flesh, burning them. 𝟶𝟹. sender declares themselves god to the receiver. 𝟶𝟺. sender begs the receiver for a blessing/prayer before night falls. 𝟶𝟻. sender licks their lips and tells the receiver to confess their sins. 𝟶𝟼. sender takes refuge from a storm with the receiver in an abandoned church. 𝟶𝟽. sender snarls at the receiver, unable to cross the threshold/onto holy ground. 𝟶𝟾. sender laughs, breaking a seal, ward, etc. set by the receiver to keep them out. 𝟶𝟿. sender recites a prayer with the receiver as the shadows darken and writhe. 𝟷𝟶. sender burns the receiver's holy oath away as they pledge themselves to the sender instead.

#〘 prompts 〙 ⸻ ➥ nothing that lives; lives forever

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