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each day death crawls into my body; cutting through, with talon and tooth --- falling from above, with scythe and shroud, reaching for me, tying me to dreams, luring me --- who cannot deny such a n g e l. . independent tvd/to oc . w r i t e r 25 + tracking: guiltguided hate free, drama free. [ haunted ] vampire / anchor .

[guiltguided]

I haven’t been here in a long time and I know it sucks but I got a very stressing letter today that has me spiraling. Due to helping out my parents, I am now back owed on my car and they’re threatening to repossess it on December 14TH if I don’t pay $1228.88. As of right now I have 87 dollars to my name, and if my paycheck is anything like the last, I’ll only end up with $640 or so. Which still leaves me incredibly short for what they’re asking. With that being said, I’ll be taking commission requests to help. I hate asking for help but I am desperate. This is my only means of transportation and I work 40 minutes from my house, my parents are disabled. This is all I have. All payments would be made through PayPal @ [email protected] . Anything you’re willing to pay, I don’t have prices.

[guiltguided]

I’ve moved. Here’s the new link <3 

[guiltguided]

the pang in her chest practically made her heart feel nonexistent. she was trapped in a figurative cage, feeling her pain bone deep. " i-- " she paused, choking on the words. she'd gone through break ups in the past and yeah they'd all hurt in their own ways but this? this was something different. this hurt in a way she hadn't experienced before. " i miss you. " she said softly. her hands run up the length of her arms to hug herself for the reassurance she desperately needed, " i don't know what to do with myself, and i know that it sounds pathetic. it does, i know it does. " amelia shook her head. " i-- you've become such a big part of me and i... i always had you to help fix me, and now you're not here. you can't fix me because you're the one who hurt me. " the girl cried, " and i shouldn't need you to fix me but i do. i need you. "

[guiltguided]

|| Look who remembered her log in after MONTHS of trying to fucking remember what email it was. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I’m a fucking failure. 

[eldestsalvatore]

DAMON SALVATORE 

The man behind blue eyes 

The man beneath the monster 

The man who is a little dysfunctional and if you push him it might make him mad

Authors note: I’ve been away for quite some time but I’m certainly not new to role play. I know this character like the back of my own hand. So, come play. I don’t bite. I’ll leave that to Damon. 

[vaememes]

🔎   MURDER    MYSTERY    SENTENCE    STARTERS  !

( FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .

❝ we can’t go to the cops with all this information. ❞

❝ if we go to the cops they’re going to think we had something to do with it.  ❞

❝ this is a lot of information, we can’t just hide it from the cops. people are dying. ❞

❝ ahh, it’s just you… and, your infamous murder board. ❞

❝ i wish had a single clue as to what you do over there at that murder board. ❞

❝ so what did you find? any new leads? ❞

❝ it’s a long shot but i think i might have found something. ❞

❝ so, you think this is the person doing all these killings? ❞

❝ look, i just have a bad feeling about this person to not look into it, at least. ❞

❝ well, so far you’ve been right, so let’s hear what you’ve got. ❞

❝ the only thing we’re missing now is a motive. ❞

❝ what’s wrong with you? you can’t go around accusing innocent people! ❞

❝ okay, say i’m wrong, but i know i’m right about this.  ❞

❝ you did all that and came up with nothing at all? ❞

❝ i don’t think we’re ever going to track this killer down. ❞

❝ this person, or thing even, whatever, is really good at what they do. ❞

❝ we’re breaking laws to track this killer down now? ❞

❝ i’m just saying, go back through the file and look closer. ❞

❝ maybe we were right all along but overlooked something. something small. ❞

❝ okay, so we meet back here at night and find what’s in that cabinet. ❞

❝ we’re in too deep to give up now. we’re close, i can feel it. ❞

❝ let’s split up, meet back here in ten. ❞

❝ how come every time something goes down, you arrive late? ❞

❝ okay, so this is the killer, now how do we catch them? ❞

❝ not exactly what we’re expecting to find but we definitely need to call the cops. ❞

❝ we can’t do this all on our own anymore, we have to go to the police. ❞

❝ i think we may have just found the killer’s next target. ❞

❝ there’s a place i found out about, i think we should check it out. ❞

❝ the only surviving victim is hospitalized and unable to actually speak about it.  ❞

❝ all we keep coming up with our dead ends, maybe we should just give up. ❞

❝ you think that i’m the one doing all these killings? ❞

❝ tell me again why you think this killer is after me of all people? ❞

❝ if we don’t do something now, more bodies are just going to keep piling up. ❞

❝ so, we’ve narrowed it down to these two people now. ❞

❝ look, i get your concerned and scared, i am too, but let the police handle it. ❞

❝ if we can hack into the system, we can find out everyone who got this text. ❞

❝ no, no. i think this killer is someone close to us, maybe closer than we think. ❞

❝ i don’t know if i can continue doing this. ❞

❝ we need to get everyone together and come up with a plan. ❞

❝ if this plan doesn’t work, we go straight into plan b. ❞

❝ i think we should really start making a plan c, maybe even plan d. ❞

❝ this plan officially sucks and is getting us nowhere. we’re sitting ducks. ❞

❝ i think i might have found a pattern within these killings. ❞

❝ all the killings happened in the place, around the same time. ❞

❝ wow, you all are almost better than the cops. ❞

❝ it’s like a jigsaw puzzle, there’s too many missing pieces. ❞

❝ my suspicion is usually always right, even more so than my gut.  ❞

❝ we’re doing this tonight and if we’re lucky, we’ll catch the killer. finally. ❞

[guiltguided]

ofathousandheartbeats‌:

@guiltguided liked for a starter.

            “Look, I know the world is all doom and gloom right now but don’t we deserve one night of fun?” she roared over the music. She glances around with a loud grin and looks back at her, “come on! Let’s get a drink.”

amelia was always up for a night of hedonism but it still didn't feel right, she didn't feel right. something had kept her on edge for weeks and frankly the vampire wasn't sure how to deal. most of the time she'd blame it on the fact that she starved herself of human blood until she'd lost control but there was something more to this. " how about 6? " she teased as she finally gave in, canting her head to the right with a smile. " we can worry about the end of the world tomorrow. savage garden is too catchy to mope to anyway. “

[guiltguided]

trashcan-king:

SHE MENTIONS HIS PAST SHAME and he can’t help but laugh, remembering quite clearly what caused his uncharacteristic outburst that night, and who was his witness. She would never let him live that down and for that, he is somewhat grateful, as there was never anyone to keep him in check.

“We should never take our anger out on someone else, even if they are inanimate,” he says, dropping the American accent he dons for everyone else. His voice is richer, deeper, filled with the culture of a time that has not been seen in many years, existing only in the pages of history books. 

“You will never let me live that down, will you?” There is laughter in his voice, and it sounds strange to him, it’s as unfamiliar with as the thumping of his own beating heart: non-existent, hollow, and very numb. “I’m oddly glad for it Amelia, as I’m not sure we would have met any other way.”

He hasn’t heard of her creator, nor her mentioning of it, and his age reflects in his eyes: monstrous and terrible, frothing at the mouth, and massively protective.

“Point me in the direction of your maker, Amelia; I shall be happy to pay them a visit.”

Anything for an old friend.

its not the first time she's seen him smile but she couldn't recollect it in any of her memories of him. maybe it's too far in the past for her too remember, she's always done such a good job of repressing any sort of memories that may cause her to feel. to become attached. she can't get attached to things, to people, to emotions because it leaves a vulnerability that she can't handle nor wants to face. it's her way of self preservation. no one has ever taken her emotions or her stability into regard before, so she has to protect herself. it was nothing personal.

a faint smile splays on her own lips. so he remembers? well that's good to know. crossing her arms over her chest. " all the 5 year olds with wild imaginations would be offended to that statement, ya know. oscar the grouch is quite inspiring to a lot of people. i know i mirror my mornings to his almost identically. i'm really not suitable for any form of interaction if i'm up-- well any time. i'm in a foul mood regardless of time. " she laughs under her breath, allowing her arms to fall from her ribs, down to her sides, slipping them into the pockets of her black leather jacket. " nope, i won't! i'm sure it was embarrassing for you to be caught in such a vile act but it's amusing to me. it's not every day you see someone kick a trashcan so violently. it was a very vicious attack.”

arching her brow at his sudden rage she shakes her head, it's reflecting in his gaze. whatever humor that passed through them was long gone and so was the lightness.

" no--i-- no, no. " the brunette shakes her head and her pin straight hair sways with movements, " i actually don't know who he is, vlad. i'm a creature of the night who was made-- well accidentally. it'd be pretty tragic if it were on daytime tv. it's almost equivalent to unplanned parenthood. i think i turned out fairly well though, with the few occasional murderous sprees i'm a golden child...almost. "

[yvesdot]

oc asks that reveal more than you think

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Ask them to describe their love interest.

Do they look good in red?

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

What age do they most want to be right now?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Name one thing their parents taught them.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Do they like children?

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

What do they like that nobody else does?

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Stability or novelty?

Honesty or charity?

Safety or possibility?

Talent or effort?

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Would they date a fixer-upper?

What recurring dreams do they have?

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

[memestockpile]

different ways to say ‘i love you’. 

‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’

‘let’s get you back to bed.’

‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’

‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’

‘i drew up a bath for you.’

‘you need rest.’

‘you ought to be asleep.’

‘i bought two.’

‘here. you can have the rest.’

‘i thought of you when i saw this.’

‘i like your smile.’

‘you have a cute laugh.’

‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’

‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’

‘be careful.’

‘look both ways.’

‘you mean so much to me.’

‘i can’t lose you.’

‘i thought i might have lost you.’

‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’

‘it looks good on you.’

‘i’ll make you soup.’

‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’

‘are you okay in there?’

‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’

‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’

‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’

‘i’m worried about you.’

‘what do you want to watch?’

‘where would you like to go for dinner?’

‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’

‘we’ll figure it out.’

‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’

‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’

‘you’re important to me.’

‘this is your favorite song, right?’

‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’

‘good luck!’

‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’

‘don’t say that about yourself.’

‘want to come with?’

“wow! you look really nice.’

‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’

‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘you can have half.’

‘come here. let me fix it.’

‘your tie is crooked.’

‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’

‘i’m not going to hurt you.’

‘can i touch you?’

‘can i kiss you?’

‘can i hug you?’

‘promise.’

‘would i ever lie to you?’

‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’

‘hey, good-looking.’

‘of course i care. you’re my family.’

‘one more chapter.’

‘i love you.’

[rpmemesfortheroleplayer]

Send ‘Help…’ for my muse’s reaction to finding yours injured.

[goodbye--gone-blog]

if you ever wanna ship with me just come to my ask and be like “listen dick face we bout to fuck shit up with a ship ok.”

[guiltguided]

grandfather-time:

Pale eyes slid from the page of the book he was reading to the brunette who had just plopped down next to him on the sofa to launch into her spiel, making him realize he wouldn’t be getting anymore reading done until she was gone. 

Time to appease the eternal teenager who likely wouldn’t give up until she got her way anyway.

Setting the leatherbound tome aside, Bill sighed but nevertheless stood, removed his wallet from his back pocket and produced three one hundred dollar bills which he then held out to her, eyebrows raising.

“I am afraid to ask what the money shall be used to purchase, however, you have done marvelously well over the last several days and I do believe you deserve a treat.”

Now the bills were extended toward Amelia to take.

“Have fun, sweetheart.” 

she half expected a scoff at her request, his entire demeanor exuding this big-- what was the trend calling it now? big dick energy? amelia was positive she was using the phrase wrong but let's be fair..bill could be such a big dick at times. his features only ranged from two expressions: boredom or annoyed, the two strikingly familiar but with amelia? the eye twitch was really what set the two apart. the younger vampire took pride in the fact that she could get under his skin, or so she hoped, because he always seemed so unphased otherwise.

" -- wait what? " her thoughts cut short, having lined up hilarious pleads and reasons as to why she needed 300 dollars to begin with. drugs? the hooker down on 4th street with the wooden eye? amelia stared in awe, mouth agape. " you're really gonna give me $300 dollars just for being a 'good girl' ? and i obviously don't mean that in a freakish sugarydaddy.com way either. "

what the entire fuck?

" first of all, " she muses as she takes the bills in hand before he has even a seconds chance to regret his decision. she wanted to at least make sure she had the money first. " never call me that again. secondly, dad, it's for backstreet boy tickets. i could easily compel myself in but i want both the memory and opportunity to have the actual tickets as keepsake items. they're not going to live forever you know... at least not before the 27th. "

her gaze broke from the bills just for a second. she smiles a lot in general but this times its genuine, something more than happiness behind the lines pulled up into her cheeks. " thank you for the chance. the 90s were a great time to be alive when you had restrain to freely enjoy yourself." and it wasn't something she had the privilege of knowing back then. it's in her 'thank you' that screams appreciation, not just for the money, not for just treating her like she's his human child, but for everything. " should've turned aj when he still had good knees but eh, he's not too shabby for being in his late 30s. " the vampire grinned, breaking the mushiness just as easy as she slipped into it.

[guiltguided]

trashcan king:

Ask him how long it’s been and he wouldn’t be able to tell you. It’s not the failure of his memory, nor his ineptitude on the subject at hand, but it’s simply that, there was a time before he met her, and the time after.

Somehow, in the midst of this very strange world that set the world alive at night, more so than the sun ever could, he found her again.

“Amelia,” Vlad says, his voice a rush of cold wind from the East oceans. “It seems we keep finding one another.”

He doesn’t believe in Fate, nor faith, or any form of decision making that doesn’t involve his own mind, taking the action, making reaction.

But this is - she is - something else entirely.

@guiltguided 

it was in her nature to disappear from time to time, never really feeling comfortable enough to stay in one place for TOO LONG. it was a fear that'd been instilled in amelia ever since she'd been turned. what if he was watching her at this very minute? what if he'd found her? what if he had people looking for her. even the friendliest of smiles held a faint look of suspicion to her and in those passing seconds, amelia was vulnerable. she hated it more than anything. they always said once you died you'd finally be at rest, but nothing about her eternity gave her that glimmer of hope.

the vampire flinches at the sound of her name and swiftly turns on her heels to see who called for her attention.

" maybe it's fate we become dumpster diving buddies. " she teased with a devious glint to her usual gaze. her emerald hues cut through the darkness to assess him. he's still as dashing and dapper as she remembered. not many people could pull off the eternally brooding, mysterious, rage filled, trash-kicking look.

" or here's another conspiracy theory for you, " amelia continued " what if...i'm secretly stalking you. i watched you kick over a trash can once. it was the closest thing to watching you punt my sire that i'll ever get. i’m hooked. "

she's joking of course.

[ravenresources]

send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night.

[guiltguided]

@txnebrosity

why did she always find herself coming to him at moments like this? it wasn't like she didn't have any  friends, but most were off doing their own thing or missing in action. truthfully, she'd' felt guilty for even scrolling to his phone number to begin with but with her drunken state she'd tossed all caution to the wind-- and the rest was history. fiddling with her fingers like a child being scolded by her father or older brother, the girl shrugged into herself, shrinking almost in plain sight. " i don't know... " she mumbled cautiously. she didn't want to step on any toes that'd already been stepped on...he didn't really seem like he was in the mood for it. her normal quips filled with sarcasm were muted by her impish gaze. she must have looked so PATHETIC. " i'm sorry, i should've just called an uber...but i mean, at least it's a compliment to your character. you're obviously seen as a badass in my drunken state and well, who doesn't need a badass in their life? " and there is her smartass remarks. " sorry...bad timing. i'm drunk... "

[guiltguided]

@somesemblanceofhumanity

“ so if we're into technicalities and what not, you're pretty much my new parental guardian right? okay so i have just one...simple question, dearest father-time. can i have my allowance? 205.69 to be exact. “ amelia asks in a falsely innocent tone, she knows good and well that she’s up to know good. “ if you wanna be generous and throw in some chump change like-- oh i don’t know 4.25 for express shipping then i mean, happy late father’s day to you. “