❝ master passion greed. ❞

❝ For whom the gun tolls, for whom the prey weeps. Bow before a war, call it religion. Some wounds never heal, some tears never will dry for the unkind. Cry for mankind. Even the dead cry, their only comfort.Kill your friend, I don't care. Orchid kids, blinded stare. Need to understand, no need to forgive. No truth, no sense left to be followed. ❞ ☠ indie selective & private btvs/ats rp blog est. 13/03/2016 written by katy #gcdsyndrome psa: archived blog ☠ permanent starter call thread tracker

[gcdsyndrome-blog]

So, because I actually miss the crap out of this little shit, I’m going to be moving him over to the multi. That means he’s gonna be taken out of the btvs/angel fandoms because I’d like everything on the multi to be in the same universe.

Anyway, I get why people wouldn’t want to follow anymore (given that there are also twelve other muses on that blog), so that’s cool and I’m not gonna hold anything against anyone, but if you’d like to still see me and him on your dash (bless your hearts, honestly), like this post and I’ll follow you from the new blog!!!

[gcdsyndrome-blog]

  ~ another hiatus

I know I’m literally the worst on the planet when it comes to blog hopping (but muses will be muses and I can’t have that held against me) and my multi’s p much over powering all my other muses atm. They’ve haven’t been active in ages, so I’m going to give them some well deserved love because they’re my precious OCs and Rom’s just not really cooperating atm, which makes me sad because Rom vs Drevyn would be a fight I’d love to see.

I don’t know how long I’ll be gone for, but I still will be around. I’m in the process on working said multi’s blog, so I will be over there if you want me (so feel free to like this post and I’ll follow you from there) and I hope to see you either there or still here when Rom decides to not be a tool.

Peace and love munchlins <3

[gcdsyndrome-blog]

As much as I would love to do the stuff I have here, all my muse is currently focused on the one canon character I play, Ash Rivers ( found at @suicidalprettyboy ) and as much as I adore the crap out of him, he’s making doing stuff on other blogs really hard and I’m also going on a cruise in a few days and I’ll be gone for just over two weeks so you may as well consider this blog on a hiatus until I return because I’ve been on a ship before and internet’s understandably as good as useless.

While I’m gone though, feel free to send me some memes and reply to some of my opens and I’ll get to them when I return!

[suicidalprettyboy-archive-blog]

          ❝ You don’t know me. I can’t sit in an office all day and play Hollywood from the                           shadows. That’s Isaac’s thing. I’m an actor. I was an actor. I don’t                                                      have anything anymore except this club, and some fame,                                                               and this curse. ❞

† Ind. Priv. Sel. ( OC friendly ) RP Blog for Ash Rivers from VtMB. Both mun and muse are of age so NSFW is likely to occur. This blog will have triggers (pertaining drugs, drug use, torture, depression and suicidal behaviours) and they will be tagged.

                                                                     ( original art credit )

[suicidalprettyboy-archive-blog]

          ❝ You don’t know me. I can’t sit in an office all day and play Hollywood from the                           shadows. That’s Isaac’s thing. I’m an actor. I was an actor. I don’t                                                      have anything anymore except this club, and some fame,                                                               and this curse. ❞

† Ind. Priv. Sel. ( OC friendly ) RP Blog for Ash Rivers from VtMB. Both mun and muse are of age so NSFW is likely to occur. This blog will have triggers (pertaining drugs, drug use, torture, depression and suicidal behaviours) and they will be tagged.

                                                                     ( original art credit )

[suicidalprettyboy-archive-blog]

          ❝ You don’t know me. I can’t sit in an office all day and play Hollywood from the                           shadows. That’s Isaac’s thing. I’m an actor. I was an actor. I don’t                                                      have anything anymore except this club, and some fame,                                                               and this curse. ❞

† Ind. Priv. Sel. ( OC friendly ) RP Blog for Ash Rivers from VtMB. Both mun and muse are of age so NSFW is likely to occur. This blog will have triggers (pertaining drugs, drug use, torture, depression and suicidal behaviours) and they will be tagged.

                                                                     ( original art credit )

[gcdsyndrome-blog]

So, while spending my morning working on a blog that I hadn’t put on a hiatus, a muse from one that I had put on on an official hiatus (who has been quite for months) decided to come to life in full force, in other words I decided to talk about Ash Rivers and he like exploded within me because he’s my trashy emo vampire son who I love more than I love other vampires (other than the lost boys, lbr here).

So I’m gonna retheme Ash’s blog (probably give him this theme because it’s my favourite) and work on stuff there, so if you want us, hmu there.

[gcdsyndrome-blog]

     ☠ this is a mutually exclusive starter/plotting call

I had a post like this going around ages ago and I figured I may as well make a proper one with some important things to take note of. Anyways, let’s do this!

So, if we’re mutuals (both following each other), you’re welcome to like this post and by doing so, you’re giving me and Romero permission to:

Make you starters when the muse hits

Plot with you ( hopefully developed things because those sorts of lasting things are fun !!! )

Send you in memes and things

Bother you with the ask and IM system, both in and out of character

Make you things when there’s inspiration (drabbles, videos, gifsets)

Generally let me and Rom love you and your muses

[gcdsyndrome-blog]

I spent my morning clearing out/cleaning up my other main blog for the sake of setting up her joint modern verse with this guy where she travels around and helps people and their troublesome/and other things spirits because seeing dead people is kind of her thing, while constantly accidentally rendezvousing with this guy from time to time due to a mutual friend.

Anyway, I’m gonna work more on gifs and drafts and just chill until I need to get ready because happy hour’s a thing at ours tonight.

I’ll be on skype/im if you want/need me.

[gcdsyndrome-blog]

I’m gonna jump onto @lcstintheshadows to work on some of the stuff that I’m going to have to if i want things to work nice and smoothly, so feel free to come at me there if you want/need me !!!

[themusicismymasterr]

Visit Original Link

Youth Gone Wild - Skid Row (Skid Row, 1989)

[gcdsyndrome-blog]

I have drafts open, but my priority for the day is tags for some of the ships (brotps and other things) and actual people Rom has in his life.

And it also just dawned on me that I’m going on a cruise for like two weeks in roughly two weeks, so I should probably think up a queue tag and put all these posts into that tbh.

[kesheph-blog]

poetry starters VIII

Doesn’t everyone want love? 

If you have one appetite, you have them all.

Guilt? Terror? The fear of love? These things he couldn’t imagine; no lover ever imagines them.

I love you, nothing can hurt you.

You’re dead, nothing can hurt you.

She said, meaning something I did not comprehend but which nevertheless offended me.

You were my shy groom. Love, I was your bride.

In the meantime, you go on your way, vertical, melancholy.

Love in the dark, no, love in the daylight, is always sad

Her heart was learning to lie down forever.

You gave me a letter opener made of silver. Real letters aren’t opened that way; they’re torn open, torn, torn. 

We’re ankle-deep in blood.

It’s not in my nature, just as beauty is not.

Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it.

Break it; break it now. Break everything.

You can hear the rim of a glass tolling for the ghosts to come home.

Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

I think heaven is perfect stasis poised over the realms of desire.

And from that day on everything under the sun and moon made me sad.

Give me your tears, great loving stranger.

Let there be pity, give me your pity. How could there be enough? 

I have given my life for this, emotion has ruined me, oh lover.  

Which part of fuck off don’t I understand.

They have told us we are not here when we were always here.

Now, it’s all right. You are no longer afraid, are you?

[riddlesregime-ops]

Memes

  jealous / possessive  meme

“ you’re mine. you hear me? ”

“ were you with him/her? ”

“ why is she/he calling you? ”

“ do they know we’re together? ”

“ were you with him/her? ”

“ i don’t want you seeing them anymore ”

“ did she/he make a pass at you? ”

“ i know you were with her/him ”

“ you belong to me ”

“ i can’t believe you were with her/him ”

“ i don’t like the way he’s/she’s looking at you ”

“im NOT jealous ”

“ i thought you only had eyes for me ”

“ he/she can’t make you feel the way i make you feel ”

“ you’re too good for her/him ”

“is there someone else?”

“ you were flirting with them ”

“ they were flirting with you ”

“ i don’t want you talking to them again ”

“ i can’t stop picturing you with him/her ”

“ the thought of you with him/her makes me sick ”

“ tell me i have nothing to worry about ”

[gcdsyndrome-blog]

|REACTION MEME| Bruised & Broken Version

Originally from frommemetoyou blog:

“Woah, when did you get that?”

“Who did this to you?”

“How many time have I told you to be more careful?”

“You’re saying this was an accident?”

“What a shiner!”

“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”

“I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!”

“Does it hurt when I touch it?”

“Let me kiss it better.”

“If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”

“Another fight?”

“What happened to your face?”

“I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…”

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“Let’s get you to the hospital.”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“You’re bleeding!”

“What are friends for, ey?”

“So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?”

“You need to look where you’re going.”

“I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious.”

“Do you want to tell me what really happened?”

“Don’t move! You’ll faint!”

“I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”

“You’re the clumsiest person I know.”

“I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”

“How could you be so careless?”

“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”

“H-how many of them were there?”

[kesheph-blog]

poetry starters VI

I’m at that age when everyone is talking about the kinds of love they’ve been using to get by. 

Meet me on the boardwalk. I’ll be sure to wear my eyes. 

Do not forget your face. I could never.

Although I encompass so much, I accomplish so little.

Evan says the idea that you can be transformed by love is melodramatic and childish.

He says love unveils you. That whoever you were you still are. Only now maybe you’re more so. You can afford courage.

Love unmasks us and that’s risky. But essential.

Tell me what terrifies you. Tell me who is most necessary for your survival.

This is a catch-22 though, because if you are called a man and you feel like a man and everyone thinks you are a man and you do all the things that real men are supposed to do, then chances are you are a fucking asshole and I hate you. 

You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn’t need anymore of that sound.

And if it is a fear you would dispel, the seat of that fear is in your heart and not in the hand of the feared.

I wanted to be free of the bullying urge to feel, or to care, or to sympathize.

How much of my life, of anyone’s life, is spent in neutral gear? The economics of emotions demand it.

At some point you stop being children, and at that point you become strangers.

The brain says No to the Universe, Prove it, but the heart is susceptible, pining for a look, a kind word.

I had no choice, I knew that I was dying.

Because he is dead he has time but I have my secrets — this is what separates us from the dead.

It’s strange that our love of beauty should lead us to hell.

My improvidence was to have been too hopeful. 

But often the shadow seems more real than the body.  The samurai looks insignificant beside his armor of black dragon scales.

The body has always been waiting for the heart to sense It is housed, it is needed, it will not be harmed.

I wanted to see where beauty comes from without you in the world.

If I get the story right, desire is continuous, equatorial.

Where is the evidence I will learn to be good at loving?

Let me remember how to touch you before it is too late.

[mythxi-archived]

“When a human ends up dead like this? I think it has nothing to do with racism and everything to do with suspicious activity at the scene of a crime.” His words sent a prickle of anger down her spine- he was withholding information from her. That was beyond not okay. “First things first, don’t call me babe. I am a police officer and whether you think yourself above the law or not, you will respect that. Secondly, I can promise you, whatever you’re so afraid of, crossing me will be much, much worse.”

[gcdsyndrome-blog]

Another roll of his eyes. “What makes it specifically me, though? I’m just your Average Joe with fangs. God.” There was a laugh, but then that casualness faded completely once he felt threatened. “You know what, officer? It’s really not a good idea to go around threatening people, especially when you’re wanting their help.” His face set to a stone cold expression and it wasn’t going to budge. “And also, talk to me like that again and I’ll rip your spine out from the back of your chest and suck the marrow dry. Understood?”