HERE'S TO THE NIGHT

A girl, a road trip, and (probably) eternal life.

[relentless-optimist]

Reblog if I can straight up ask you for a RP.

[missninetails-deactivated202512]

So many of you I wanna ask!

[amymunroe-blog]

Bloodletting :: (CLOSED - with deandrowningdemons)

[amymunroe-blog]

deandrowningdemons:

He didn’t have to tell her twice; Amy was off the porch and headed back toward the Impala before the match hit the floor. Good riddance, she thought, glancing back over her shoulder at the crackling flames. That whole place reeked of sickness and death. Maybe in a few years there would be flowers and grass here instead… She’d have to stop by and see, if the road brought her back to this part of the country.

But for the moment, Amy had a more immediate concern. Namely, Dean and the way he was trying to glare a hole through her skull. She didn’t get it. Hadn’t she just proven that she was trustworthy, or at least ‘not a bloodthirsty human-killing psychopath’? “Dude, what crawled up your ass and–”

‘You wouldn’t be walking away from a Winchester with all your limbs attached this time.’

She frowned at him, not understanding just what he must be imagining. “Yeah, we established that already. And even if you were offering it like your brother did, I don’t have a cup for you to bleed into right now. …Just get in the car, all right?” What was his problem? Dean wasn’t the one who was going to be eating rats tonight because somebody interrupted his dinner date!

Following her own advice, she climbed into the passenger seat of the car, tucking her bare feet underneath herself. The smell of the car was still comforting, despite all the other less familiar scents it carried on top of the aging metal and leather seats.

[deandrowningdemons]

Dean helped the wounded victims into the back of the impala before her climbed in himself. “I wouldn’t offer.” He stated glancing over at her in the passenger seat before reaching down to start the car. “Just drop it, alright.” He demanded. If he had to hear about her feeding off of his brother one more time he wasn’t so sure he’d be able to control his reaction. 

Dean drove to the nearest hospital and helped the captives inside. When he was sure that they were all set he headed back to the car. 

Dean looked over at Amy. There was a moment of silence before he spoke. “Thanks.” He said before nodding towards the building. “I’m sure there’s a blood bank in the bottom of the hospital somewhere.” He suggested.

[amymunroe-blog]

"You started it,” she grumbled, but shut up and leaned out the open window the whole way back to town, taking deep lungfuls of the humid summer air. The scent of blood was thick in the car and it took some serious concentration to keep her hunger tamped down.

Amy didn’t get out at the hospital, but opened the door to let the coppery air flow out while Dean got everybody to safety. “I don’t have the right to any of that,” she frowned at him, because duh. "I told you, this isn’t my territory. I had a nice, consenting, eager meal lined up before someone ruined it. Now I’m going to be stuck eating rats again.” She slid out of the car, leaving her abandoned high heels in the footwell and closing the door.

“Next time you want help from a lick, do ‘em a favor and let them finish dinner first!”

[amymunroe-blog]

MEEEEEEEEMEEEEEEEEE

BOLD any fears which apply to your muse. Italicize what makes them uncomfortable. Please repost, don’t reblog.

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.

[imlostinthesnow-blog]

Reblog if it is totally, 100% fine to send anonymous comments to your muse pertaining to the events in your RP

Example, if your muse kisses another muse, it is totally fine for you to get on anon and congratulate my muse, or to say tat the other muse isn’t right for them. I will answer ic.

[acertainmaybe]

More vampires who 300 years later can’t remember what was the truth and what was the lie they told to get out of trouble.

More vampires who are like, “I don’t know, man, I spent most of that decade in an opium den.”

More vampires who weren’t paying attention because they didn’t think it would be important.

More vampires who don’t know because there was lot of conflicting gossip and they don’t want to point any fingers.

More vampires who are just bad at dates. “Back in 1620, or was it 1645, wait, what year is it now?”

More vampires who were on a totally different continent when it happened, so get off their back and stop asking them questions already.

[therainingkiwi]

YES to all of this but also consider: vampires who only remember the most trivial stuff.

“Oh yeah, the only thing I remember about the American Revolution was this nice candlemaker I met sometime, and she was wearing this really cute red shawl…”

“Uhhh I don’t remember much about the fall of Rome but there was this one fucking cobblestone right outside the coliseum…”

[mothmo]

Also consider: vampires who realize three or four hundred years after the fact that they knew someone famous.

Just sits up in bed one night screaming “THAT WAS GEORGE GODDAMN WASHINGTON”

[amymunroe-blog]

So I’ve had some real ankle problems almost my whole life, mostly some pretty crippling pain. After my first visit to a foot & ankle doctor in over 20 years, I found out that not only do I have arthritis in my legs, I also have some funky bone spurs... and I apparently broke an ankle at one point and just walked it off. u_u

Anyway, he gave me a set of these cool ankle braces and while I haven’t really pushed them to their limits yet, I have noticed that I’m in a little less pain and discomfort!! So yay! And on top of that, I’ve lost fifteen pounds in the twelve months since my last appointment with the nutritionist. I’m feeling super proud of myself - the graph she showed me suddenly made the numbers seem real.

[anotherrpmemeblog]

My muse has just taken a Truth Potion, send “Spill it” plus a question and they will answer.

My muse cannot give half truths, partial truths or bend the truth. They will have to spit out everything then and there!

[generalspnrp-blog]

Open// Sam

“What the Hell was that?”

[becomingwind-blog]

“That was a Shadow,” Ran explained, glancing back and forth from Sam to their surroundings. Much like rats, if you saw one there were surely dozens more somewhere. “Are you okay? Did it hurt you?”

[generalspnrp-blog]

“That wasn’t a shadow. It had mass.” Sam retorted, definitely knowing that he felt something hit him, what it was though, he didn’t get a good look. After a moment of getting his bearings back he stood up and dusted himself off. “I’m fine. It just shoved me.”

[amymunroe-blog]

The blonde shook her head. Why did English have to be so weird? “No- not a shadow, a Shadow. They’re like monsters, only these are real.” She glanced at him long enough to give Sam what she hoped was a comforting smile. “It’s gonna be okay. You should find someplace to hide, it’s not safe here!”

[amymunroe-blog]

Welp, once again I have emotionally compromised by RWBY.

[amymunroe-blog]

Bloodletting :: (CLOSED - with deandrowningdemons)

[amymunroe-blog]

deandrowningdemons:

It was amazing, Amy thought, just how easily a Winchester could get her to do absolutely stupid things that might get her killed. She silently blamed her memory of Sam’s puppydog eyes and swiped a smear of blood away from her mouth. “Had to make sure they bought it,” she coughed, spitting out a chunk of red onto the ground. “I wasn’t gonna get a second chance to snow them.”

While Dean went inside to free the captive humans, Amy took stock of her injuries. A knife wound in her side (he nicked the rib, that absolute bastard) and a few shallower wounds would heal up in time. Too bad she’d been deprived of a meal before coming here… “You’re on your own in there,” she called to the hunter. She didn’t dare go inside the house with the humans. Fighting had made her twitchy and she couldn’t afford a single lapse. Those people had made it too far to be attacked by a would-be rescuer.

Instead, she sat on the porch, mopping at her sluggishly-bleeding wounds with the discarded skirt of her ruined dress. The air was clearer out here; she wouldn’t be a danger to those people or to Sam’s brother. Looking off toward the empty fields and marshland, Amy considered taking off. She could outrun Dean. But why should she have to? Hadn’t she proven that she could be trusted? “…I’m hungry,” she complained, and sulkily kicked a severed head away.

[deandrowningdemons]

For a moment Dean wasn’t so sure he should turn his back to the vampire he just watch tear apart it’s own kind. He hesitated before turning and heading towards the cells where their victims were kept. 

She could have attacked him. She could have went after him. He was out numbered and wouldn’t have stood a chance against her and the group of vampires. Sure he would have gotten in a few good swings but they both knew that he couldn’t take her and a whole group that was out for his blood. Dean tried to remember what she could have done but the words she spoke before rang through his head.   

“ I once drank the blood of a Winchester and got away with all my limbs attached.” 

The words she spoke playing over and over in his head. The more he thought about it the angrier her got. He tried to push them out of his head, not think about it but they just kept coming back and with them came what he envisioned. Her feeding off his brother. The image in his mind infuriating him more and more. 

Dean picked the locks on the cells, freeing their captives. He checked the victims before making sure to get them out of the building. 

He escorted them out of the building and pasted Amy sitting on the steps. “If you don’t want to be a burnt bat I suggest you move.” He informed her before throwing a match into the building and walking towards the car.

He tensed at her words, letting out a scoff when she said she was hungry. “Well you’re sure as hell not feeding from me.You wouldn’t be walking away from a Winchester with all your limbs attached this time.” He spat, shooting her a glare before heading towards the car. 

[amymunroe-blog]

He didn’t have to tell her twice; Amy was off the porch and headed back toward the Impala before the match hit the floor. Good riddance, she thought, glancing back over her shoulder at the crackling flames. That whole place reeked of sickness and death. Maybe in a few years there would be flowers and grass here instead... She’d have to stop by and see, if the road brought her back to this part of the country.

But for the moment, Amy had a more immediate concern. Namely, Dean and the way he was trying to glare a hole through her skull. She didn’t get it. Hadn’t she just proven that she was trustworthy, or at least ‘not a bloodthirsty human-killing psychopath’? “Dude, what crawled up your ass and--”

‘You wouldn’t be walking away from a Winchester with all your limbs attached this time.’

She frowned at him, not understanding just what he must be imagining. “Yeah, we established that already. And even if you were offering it like your brother did, I don’t have a cup for you to bleed into right now. ...Just get in the car, all right?” What was his problem? Dean wasn’t the one who was going to be eating rats tonight because somebody interrupted his dinner date!

Following her own advice, she climbed into the passenger seat of the car, tucking her bare feet underneath herself. The smell of the car was still comforting, despite all the other less familiar scents it carried on top of the aging metal and leather seats.

[amymunroe-blog]

I LIVE, I VACATION, I LIVE AGAIN

I spent two weeks at my mom’s place several states away, but now I’m home! I’ll be trying to catch up with threads as soon as possible. I hope everybody had a wonderful holiday season and new year!

[bowtotheboyking-deactivated2017]

⚠

Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood

Sam was barely conscious as the woman approached him, only able to croak out a soft “help” as he finally succumbed to unconsciousness.

[amymunroe-blog]

“It’s just temporary. You won’t turn, I promise.” She tried to hold his gaze, but soon had to turn away. This wasn’t something she felt proud of, knowing what she knew about Sam - just that he was a hunter, and that hunters tended to have one solution to being ‘tainted’ by a monster: a round to the head. Amy focused on keeping pressure on his side. It would close up quickly with her blood in his veins, but what she’d done to him...

“Just... you’re gonna feel good for a while, and then probably pretty shitty. As soon as we get you fixed up and someplace safe, I need you to call your brother or someone else who will take good care of you. I can’t be around you until it gets out of your system.”

[amymunroe-blog]

Welcome to Night Vale {Sentence Starters}

"A life of pain is the pain of life, and you can never escape it."

"There are many things I wish I could remember."

"Regret nothing, until it is too late. Then, regret everything."

"We have nothing to fear except ourselves."

"Your existence is not impossible. But it's also not very likely."

"There are no trees in the library."

"Whoever is telepathically assaulting the tourists, please stop."

"The sun didn’t set at the correct time today."

"It has occurred to me that I may be the only one able to see it."

"Alligators. Can they kill your children? Yes."

"We are not history yet. We are happening now. How miraculous is that?"

"The moon’s weird though, right?"

"Do not approach the Dog Park."

"If you see something, say nothing, and drink to forget."

"Is there something more interesting than us?"

"It does not feel as we tiny humans feel."

"It’s impossible to be killed by a gun."

"We're all being monitored almost 24/7."

"Vote correctly, or never see your loved ones again."

"The Glow Cloud does not need to converse with us."

"We all want to live forever, right? Wrong. Immortality is stupid."

"Some mysteries aren't questions to be answered."

"We are all invincible to bullets and it’s a miracle."

"We do not have answers. I am not certain we even have questions."

[metapod]

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this just makes me happy for some reason.

[amateurhopunk-deactivated201312]

THIS IS MY FAVORITE POST

[aliform]

I get sick of tumblr’s version of self care, which 90% of the time threads into this beautifully: go pet a fuzzy cute animal! pile up your favorite blankets from childhood and watch disney movies! take a nap! play a game from this list of cute soothings games! 

More realistically: go take a shower because it’s been three days. Wash the dishes that have been in the sink since last Friday that you can smell as soon as you open your door because rotting food stinks. Pick all your clothes off the floor because that’s where your entire wardrobe is and you’ve already cried today because you tripped over a sweater and realized the cat puked on it. Call someone who can give you enough courage to pay that bill you’ve been ignoring. Put away the crackers because that’s all you’ve eaten for two days straight. Apologize to the friends who are worried sick about you, and if you can’t at least let them know you are ok and need space. 

One of the most empowering types of self-care is responsibility, but tumblr just wants to sit in a closet strung with fairy lights and read their favorite fic.  

“Cute” self-care for “cute” mental issues. That’s not reality. 

[aaronify-deactivated20170311]

Finally someone said this

[amymunroe-blog]

“WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

So I may have created another RP account...

Name: Nora Valkyrie Job: Student / Huntress-In-Training Semblance: Turning electricity into raw strength Secondary Abilities: Smashing things, moral support, being so loud, Boop! Weapon: Magnhild (War hammer/grenade launcher) Class: DPS Tropes: Badass Adorable, Genki Girl, Girly Bruiser, Blood Knight, Pint-Size Powerhouse, Motor Mouth (and more)

[kawozhin-moved-blog]

december is tomorrow

december is tomorrow

DECEMBER IS TOMORROW

[dreamsaredangerousthings]

December… is today…

[kawozhin-moved-blog]

hey tag your spoilers some of us are still in november u butthole