* WITCH

IND. SEL. DIANA BISHOP

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      @clairmcnt asked:                           "And in this dream, I was just ready to give up on everything."

              A FROWN FURROWED DIANA’S DELICATE BROWS TOGETHER     -her hand reaching out to grab his. His cold skin always managed to send a shiver down her spine, despite there being absolutely no discomfort. Instead she tried to channel her warmth into him- wanting nothing more than to give him feeling he was not alone, and his words were being heard. Now more than ever Diana wanted Matthew to understand he was not alone, not any longer.

     ❝ My love- ❞     Her voice was calm, collected. He was her strength whenever she needed him to be, so she would be his when he needed her to be.     ❝ You can not give up. There is so much for you here. ❞     Dream or not, Diana knew to take dreams like these serious, especially with all the visions coming to her at night. The rare dreams of a vampire weren’t all that different to that of a witch.     ❝ It is not reality. Reality is here, with us. Promise me you will not give up on that ! ❞

[rosmaryne]

look I know this is sappy and cheesy but u know when a character loses control of their power or they’re possessed or w/e and their s/o shouts their name running towards them and then they stop their rampage and let their s/o hug them,, like that’s good shit

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[rocknmeme]

hurt sentence starters blood, broken bone mention.

“you’re going to have a bruise.”

“it won’t heal if you keep picking at it.”

“you were out for a few days. how are you feeling?”

“absolutely not. you’ll pop your stitches.” 

“take it easy. you’re in rough shape.”

“those pain meds knocked you out.”

“where’d you get that bloody nose?”

“make a fist for me.” 

“where does it hurt?” 

“ow, ow, ow.”

“that’s going to need stitches.”

“shit, that hurts.”

“is it broken?”

“keep ice on it.”

“ouch!” 

“i can’t even look. is it bad? wait, don’t tell me.” 

“you shouldn’t be walking around right now.”

“how am i supposed to sleep with all these bandages?”

“stay in bed and let me look after you.” 

“there, you’re all patched up.” 

“let me help you to your room.”

“how many fingers am i holding up?”

“take your time. slow, slow. you’re doing great.”

“you could have a concussion. ”

“i’m okay. you can stop hovering.”

“you’re lucky. you could have gotten seriously hurt.”

“how exactly did you manage to give yourself a black eye?” 

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a silent voice 2016 film. suicide mention. 

“i woke up and you were gone.”

“is it okay… for me to have this much fun?”

“to be honest, i thought about ending things.” 

“they moved __ out of the icu.”

“now i’m starting to worry about you, sweetie.”

“just calm down. everyone’s staring.”

“you have to love the bad parts of yourself, with the good, and just move forward.”

“you’re going to catch a cold.”

“i’ve just been through a lot of stuff.”

“i’ll text you later, okay?”

“don’t hug me. i’m all wet.”

“you’re going to ruin your eyes reading in the dark like that.”

“come back here. i’m talking to you.”

< are you okay? >

< sorry. >

< my stomach hurts. >

< you left this behind. >

“why would you want to kill yourself?”

“freeze, mister!”

“because if you – if you didn’t wake up, i didn’t know what i would do.”

“yesterday, i was planning to jump off a really tall bridge and kill myself.”

“truth is, i’m scared.”

“what on earth are you doing?”

“you are such a good kid.”

“i’m doing the best i can!”

“it was, hands down, the greatest test of courage ever.”

“starting tomorrow, i’ll look everyone in the eye. starting tomorrow, i’ll listen when people speak to me. starting tomorrow, i’ll be better.”

“are you listening to a word i’m saying?”

“__ said you came to the hospital.”

“it’s me. everything is always my fault.”

“then why were you crying just now?”

“i wanted to thank you for looking after my homeboy.”

“what’s going on? why won’t you look at me?

“you know, __ was by your side the entire time that you were in a coma.”

“i don’t know. i just… feel weird.”

< can we be friends? >

< that is awesome. >

< i wasn’t trying to hurt you. >

< this is my friend __. >

“i want you to listen to me carefully. i hate you.”

“what does it mean to be ‘friends’?”

“have a good day sweetheart.”

“i promise i won’t kill myself.”

“like they always say – what goes around, comes around.”

“i won’t run away from my problems anymore.”

“i’d never hate you. i hate myself.”

“anyway, welcome back.”

“i ruined that all on my own.”

“and in this dream, i was just ready to give up on everything.”

< i got a new cellphone. >

< i think i would be too ashamed to face __. >

< i never apologized. for all the stuff i did when we were kids. >

“why is __ lying in a hospital bed instead of you?”

“i can’t stand martyrs.”

“there’s no going back to the way things were.

“forget everything i said, okay?”

“i’m the world’s biggest loser.”

“woah, new threads? looks good on you.”

“listen, i really suck at life sometimes, especially when it comes to stuff like this.”

“don’t do me any favors, okay?”

“you can tell me anything. we’re best friends.”

“yes, sweetie, but you’ve got a heart of gold.”

“for the first time, i know what it feels like to have a true friend.”

“that’s enough, __. stop trying to drag everybody else down to your level.”

“did i even apologize for that?”

< the thing is, even though you were going through a lot, i was being selfish. focused on myself. >

< you can change. start now. >

< i want to apologize. make sure i do it right. >

< but i’m not as brave as you. >

< i wanted to talk more. with you. >

< friends. >

< i was hoping that maybe you could teach me how to live. >

< i am fine now. i promise. >

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clairmcnt·     MATTHEW;

         [ MSG ] - it’s a surprise, and yes, you have been testing my patience. I know you have been playing candy crush rather than studying the manuscript.

         [ MSG ] - stop ignoring me.

    [  MSG  @ thattallvampire  ]   I am tired, not something you’d understand.

    [  MSG  @ thattallvampire  ]   Also that means you are spying on my again. Honestly, you creep.

    [  MSG  @ thattallvampire  ]   And I’m not ignoring you. I’m texting you back now, am I ? I just don’t feel the need to pick up the phone in the middle of my well-deserved cup of tea.

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      @clairmcnt asked:                           “i brought you a blanket.”

                SHE WOULD NEED IT, SHE DECIDED     -but that did not take away Diana’s desire to scold Matthew for barging into the bathroom and scaring her like that. The witch was quick to push her wet hair back over her shoulders, lithe fingers attempting to wring it dry before she pushed the shower curtain aside. A hint of annoyance danced in the back of her bright eyes the very moment her eyes laid on the vampire who looked rather silly with the massive blanket in his arms.

     ❝ Next time knock, will you ? Everyone could have barged in like that. ❞     He had broken into her apartment before- and not only he had. It was safe to say that she definitely did feel safe no longer here in Oxford. Diana folded her arms in front of her chest, forefinger tapping against wet skin.     ❝ You had me frightened, and you don’t want to know the damage I can do with a hairbrush- ❞

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      @clairmcnt

     [  MSG  @ thattallvampire  ]   excuse me ? Testing you ? How exactly ?

     [  MSG  @ thattallvampire  ]   I am busy, mr. INeedToFeedYou.

     [  MSG  @ thattallvampire  ]   But if you pay, fine. Still don’t know which restaurant you’re speaking of though.

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post - trauma sentence starters  blood, death mention.

“don’t do that. don’t shut me out.” 

“you’ve been crying. i can tell.”

“we need to change those bandages and get some food in you.”

“you want me to rub your back ’til you fall asleep?”

“that was a brave thing you did today.” 

“shh, that’s okay, get everything out.”   

“there’s something on your shirt. you – that’s blood!”

“need some space?”

“you should lay down.”

“there’s nothing wrong with asking for help.” 

“shh, shh. you were having a nightmare.”

“we can talk through the door.” 

“let’s clean you up and get you to bed, okay?”

“you almost died.” 

“i brought you a blanket.”

“you’re home. you’re safe.” 

“i’m worried about you.”

“is everything okay?”

“tell me how to make it better.”

“it’s been a tough few days. how are you holding up?”

“you have to stay awake. come on, give my hand a squeeze.” 

“you’re in the hospital.” 

“think you can make it to the bathroom?”

“no, no. don’t close your eyes.”

[underneonbridges]

Diana was really ready to risk everything for that vampire dick

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clairmcnt·     MATTHEW;

           “Be reasonable,” he spoke, and his tone had not changed but the urgency had. His hand caught hers again, her touches soothing his skin in ways he had never experienced before. He did not mate, he told himself, he had never mated in over 1500 years. Not with Eleanor, not with Juliette. All those women had flung themselves at him and he had felt nothing more than passing fancy until she came, except for that she didn’t run to him, she ran from him.

            The first few days, at least.

            “May I remind you that the last time you tried your magic you risked he tearing you to shreds?” he said, amusedly remembering their little encounter in the forest. He still felt that hunger bubbling up whenever he thought of it. Do. Not. Run.

             "I am positively dying to find out, though,“ he said, stepping back and holding out his hands, "come on, Diana, hunt me this time.”

               HE WOULDN’T HURT HER     -so the idea that she would hurt him voluntarily was absolutely ridiculous. Diana could feel sparks emitting from the tips of her fingers, despite there being absolutely no anger. Her body was restless, her powers even more so. It was as if it knew that she was finally giving in and allow her powers the freedom to develop themselves.     ---     the only downside to that was that she absolutely didn’t know how to handle them.

       ❝ I asked for that, Matthew. And it is not like you are attacking me right now. Remember that my powers only answer when I feel in danger, when they are really needed ? ❞     Clasping her hand in front of her face Diana tried to take a deep breath in hope to calm herself a little.

      ❝ If you want me to hurt you, then you will have to attack me. I really don’t see how it will happen any differently- ❞

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      @clairmcnt asked:                           006, 100, 049, 082

006. What sense do they most rely on?

Touch, without doubt. Diana needs to feel, and that even includes whenever she feels someone’s gaze on her. Touch can anger her, relax her- much more than things she would see or hear around her.

100. Does your character dream? If so, what do they dream about?

Oh, she does. A lot even. However, most of her dreams aren’t that pleasant. Most are very nightmarish, and have been ever since she was a child. A silly horror movie definitely does not scare her, but most of her dreams remain quite unexplainable, and that frightens Diana.

049. How does your character feel about growing old?

h ah. She is frightened by it. Growing old never bothered her much before she met Matthew, but now her future feels too short. That said, she lives a normal human lifespan, this has also been confirmed by DH. She dreads knowing that she will have to leave him at some point, but will enjoy every day she gets on earth.

082. What are your character’s sleeping preferences?

No. Victorian. Nightgowns. Period. Everything but that. No, but in all honestly, she doesn’t mind whether sleeping naked or clothed, as long as it does not feel like she will suffocate during her sleep. She likes sleeping curled up, especially against Matthew. She also has a habit to kick the sheets from the bed during the night, oops.