𝘐 𝘏𝘜𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙, & 𝘐 𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘌.

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#FAITHLED [ . . . ] a highly private + low activity portrayal of 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗍, of mike flan.agan's “ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒. ” content on this blog may be triggering, including themes of religion, death, violence, + more. do not interact if you are not over the age of twenty - one — browse at your own risk. affiliated with andeat.

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[faithled]

and if i came back on here.........

[maelancoli]

i cannot stress enough how important it is to write at your own pace. to give your mind and spirit room to breathe, to process your creativity and allow it to come organically to you. goals and discipline are a good and necessary part of any hobby, especially writing, but so is rest. rest prevents burn out. and if you push yourself until you burn out you will wind up taking even longer to complete projects or meet goals. even if you are already burnt out that's okay. this is your sign to give yourself the grace to take breaks. your story, your muses, your brilliant ideas will be waiting for you to pick them up with proper enthusiasm when you're ready.

[faithled]

@madusher, you're getting blood on the carpet.

the hunger burns — mind rendered blank, with the angel's whispering urges driving him, making up the black underbelly of thoughts. the monstrance has long-since been drained: every lingering rivulet of red licked clean. prayers made in desperation remain unanswered, & the pain only grows with the passing hours. he can bear it no longer. the blood runs gentle rivers down arm, enough to stave off the pain for a time. whoever feeds upon my flesh & drinks my blood dwells in me, & i dwell in him,

her voice pulls lips from the wound; flush a quiet bloom in cheeks, a lighter hue than the sanguine dripping from the curve of his wrist. “ i'm sorry, i — wasn't expecting anyone. ” lights bounce from dark eyes as they drop to the carpet below. a wrinkle finds brow, arm instinctively hidden against chest. a small embarrassed smile takes root, a breathy laugh a moment behind: a minute effort to brush away potential questions. “ oh, it'll come out. it wouldn't be the first time i've accidentally cut myself — clumsy as i am. ”

[faithled]

☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs - it's time to spread positivity !

[goodsirs]

Hey, you’re okay. See, God still has a plan, and death isn’t part of it anymore. Not for all of us.

[faithled]

i've been meaning to put this down for a while now but, the way that that john's angel soo easily fits in iwtv lore (minus the wings?). a vampire trapped underground for centuries assumably would look like daciana's children but way, way Worse.

[faithled]

@lamourstre, are you still saying your prayers?

the familiar weight of rosary is missed, the heft of it an absence acutely felt. his palm opens, closes, clenching around nothing. a decades - learned habit — once a comfort of the spirit, hail marys in every bead, now somewhere misplaced. willfully forgotten.

“ . . . no. no, i'm not. ” breath's honest as a virtue, & there's no point in being anything else anymore. for all have sinned & fall short of the glory of god, he cannot bring himself to hold the other's gaze, cannot bring himself to let the words of prayer slip from behind lips. fingers continually tense around emptiness, & his throat feels bared without the stark white to contrast his collar. what is left to pray for when all he ever loved has been cleansed with fire, when the flames licked at his own flesh? a sacrifice of atonement, through the shedding of blood, “ i scour the scripture, searching for answers, but . . . it's — it's different now. ” [ 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝟑:𝟐𝟑. ]

[faithled]

btw i think most iwtv/vampire interactions for john will take place post-mm

[movedalgorithymn]

" you would become the most wretchedest of women ! " then let it be.

[wolfkiler04]

#𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖗 : a private + selective writing blog for lestat de lioncourt of amc's interview with the vampire. please see pinned before following. written by robin, she/they, 30.

[aldereign]

please consider donating to the lebanese red cross to support victims of the terrorist attack. they are working tirelessly to provide lifesaving care to the hundreds of injured innocent people.

[unpr0mpted]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[shesnipes-archive]

This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.

[faithled]

btw since its bi visibility month, reminder that john is bi <3

[notmorbid]

longlegs.

dialogue prompts from longlegs (2024).

half psychic is better than not psychic at all.

maybe we'll just call you 'highly intuitive'.

can you stay on the line?

you know, there's such a thing as looking too long.

i must have lost track of time.

i'll drink while you tell me things.

it's almost like ____ was never there at all.

you didn't call to say goodnight.

even veals grow a little, and they grow up in a box with their legs all tied up.

i spent the day at home. where else would i be?

i'm okay. i just can't sleep.

i saw more than my fair share of nasty stuff.

i think i just need to be quiet for a little bit.

somebody's birthday is coming up.

be careful they don't work you too hard, alright?

are you still saying your prayers?

you're not afraid of a little bit of dark because you are the dark.

i've seen you before.

you've been to my house.

it's like a long dream, and so dark. a world of dark.

do you remember coming here?

what aren't you telling me?

when was the last time you talked to your mother?

will you tell me the honest truth about something?

i never said my prayers, never once. they scared me.

all our prayers don't help us. prayers don't do a goddamned thing.

nobody ever came to visit. no family, no strangers, no big bad wolves. not anybody.

you're not a child because you were allowed to grow up.

this is a cruel world, especially for the little things. not all of them are allowed to live.

i might have forgotten everything i could, but i never threw anything away.

you really don't remember?

now you're free, too.

i'm just a friend of a friend.

i'm doing this for you. just like i've always done.

don't call me that.

[faithled]

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THE LOVERS. your lover's back does not look quite the same this morning. no one else would notice the difference, if there even is a difference, but you could swear they have more vertebrae than usual. something in the breathing, as you stare at them in the morning light. the light in the kitchen is just as warm as it always is, the coffee just as hot, but you cannot meet your lover's eyes. they kiss you on the forehead, go off to work, shake their keys on the way out as they always do. did they eat anything this morning? did they speak? of course they did. you're probably losing your mind. you would call your friends to ask, if you had any friends left. you don't, of course, haven't for months. you only need each other. you only need them. you haven't spoken to anyone in months. you count the notches on their back. you watch them breathe. you pray they don't turn around.