"You're a ventrue ghoul?"

"You seem more like a gangrel to me." This is a Chronicle of Darkness: Vampire the requiem based original character blog set in Portland Maine. M!A: N/A

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me seen wanting to do stuff here too but also know how volitile that want is) And also the shaman king bug got me again and I just...maaaaan)

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I love you. I worry about you. I wonder whether I tell you enough how I love you and want you and need you and how I am diminished … when you are not with me and how I am multiplied when you are here.

Pat Frank (via quotemadness)

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lackadaisicaldenial:

Ah?? AH!? That’s ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY AFTER THREATENING ME WITH A KNIFE- ok, he apologized it’s cool- Ota clambered to her feet, now wet with rain thanks to her dive out of the gazebo. She makes her way around to the front to enter it again. 

“Make this place? No. I wish I had powers like that. Then I could just make a door out of here and make something cooler like..I dunno…a place with food..” she sighed as she plopped back the bench seat lining the inner rail of the gazebo.  “How did you end up here?” she asked, “You’re not the only person I met actually. There was another guy, he seemed nice. But after a bit I guess we got separated. I hope he’s okay.” 

Chester followed her lead into the gazebo though he couldn’t exactly feel the rains temperature on his skin he didn’t like to have his clothes soaking wet. Listening as he followed he stopped and crossed his arms with a pout. “I mean yeah it would be nice if this maze had some sort of food in it, I don’t even care if it would be on a tree...” he sighed looking down to the floor for a moment as she asked how he got there “Well I ended up here because...well I was told to come to a specific location by my boss to check it out. I passed out I think? Then ended up at the start of this stupid maze.”

Chester let up his arms to grab his roughed up arm and he paused at the mention of another person “Well I mean I’ve been walking in this maze for I dunno how long and haven’t come across jack shit to harm me. So maybe he’s just deeper in or something. Maybe there’s something at the end of this maze or maybe we just have to find the right person to end it.” He said the last part with a clear frustrated tone if that would have to be the case. “Cause I don’t think either of us wanna die starving in some fucking rose maze.”

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A struggle (closed rp)

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acoustic-apathy:

And Jonathan’s falling backwards as his legs are yanked, knocking his head against the floor with a loud tHuNk as it happens. “Fuck you! I’m not the one who wasn’t watching where he was going!”

it’s not long before Zack’s walking back from somewhere else in the building, only to find his own boyfriend on the ground fighting with someone they never met before. “Jonathan Combs!” and suddenly, Jonathan is stock still as Zack rushes over to the scene, Jon knew he was in serious trouble when he used his whole name. 

Zack grabbed Jonathan under his arms and helped him back to his feet “C’mon, Get up” turning him around immediately, he looks his boyfriend in the eye, Jonathan almost seemed to shrink away when he did. he knew what Zack was gonna say next, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to get out of this

“Why are you fighting strangers?” Zack sounded disappointed in Jonathan and it broke the blond’s heart, he hated it when Zack used that tone.

“He started it…” was his reply, rubbing his arm as Zack only stared at him for a moment. it felt like everything went quiet and still all of a sudden. Jon didn’t like it one bit.

“Really, Jonathan?”

Chester still in the air dangling with Werner holding him looked defeated. Werner still stared at him expecting him to say something but in the end didn’t. Werner gave a pout and put Chester down then looked to the other two. “I’m so sorry about Chester, it’s just been a long week for both of us and he gets really agitated over things easily..” Werner said with a soft smile to Zack and Jon “But I assure you he’s not usually like this, I’m Werner by the way. This is Chester and he’s gonna apologize, right?” looking over to his boyfriend expectantly.

Chester had his arms crossed and a upset look on his face until werner looked at him and made it soften. He gave out a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck “I’m sorry I threw coffee in your face and tried to beat the shit out of you.”

Werner smiled and patted Chester's back “See? It’s not that hard to apologize, Ches.” Chester looked away to the side not looking at any of them “I guess...”

[liaability]

everyone says “i forgive but i don’t forget” whereas my dumb, bitter ass is over here never forgiving but always forgetting

[liaability]

once i remember why i was mad in the first place, it’s over for you hoes

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lackadaisicaldenial:

Ota was facing the other way, actually, she was on her knees on the seat, leaning over the back of the wooden bench to look over the rain as it fell. Puddles slowly began to form over places where the grass was thinner.  Due to the rain and her own lack of perception, Ota failed to notice the other approach until he shouted at her.  Startled, she looked over her shoulder, confused but then VERY PANICKED AS OH GOD HE’S HOLDING KNIFE. Flinging herself over the railing of the gazebo, she fell right on the wet ground with a flop.  It seemed like a good idea at the time.

“HI I HAVE A NICE HAT, I THINK MY NAME IS OTA BUT THAT’S JUST WHAT I WAS TOLD BECAUSE I DON’T REMEMBER DIDDLY SQUAT- PLEASE DON’T STAB ME!!” she shouted in a panic as she scooted herself across the ground to distance herself from the gazebo. 

Chester still pointed the knife without moving from his spot listening to Ota. Watching her fall off the railing of the gazebo and shuffle back, now this isn’t watch he really expected at first. For a good minute he just stared at her and then lowered his weapon while squinting at her then finally putting the blade back and away. “ah...” is what finally came out of his mouth after a period of silence before continuing “Sorry about that, I guess..” his words drifted off again as he went to close the distance from him and Ota.

“So you didn’t make this maze then...?” He said looking to the surrounding area confused scratching the back of his head. “I just assumed,you know. Since no one was here you probably had something to do with this but I don’t think someone who has a memory problem can pull something like this..”

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lackadaisicaldenial:

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Dark, was it always dark?  The girl glanced upward, eyes squinted as she attempted to peer through the holes in the dense leaves that blocked most of the sky.  Drip Drip

Cold stung her cheek suddenly, her hand rose to inspect. Rain. At the moment of her discovery, it seemed the opportune moment for the sky to drench its sorrows to the world below, much to the girl’s disappointment. This garden was huge and it felt like she was not making any progress getting through this maze. The hedge walls rose far too high and yes, she tried to climb it but scratches and itchy arms were her rewards for that. 

Mercy, however, seemed to be finally on her side. Turning the corner of one of the same looking hedges, the girl found herself facing a clearing. Exotic plants and vegetables lined one side of the square, there was a pond in one corner with reeds and lilypads poking from the surface.  directly in the center, was a finely crafted gazebo made of white wood. The roof was trimmed with floral patterns to match the garden around it.  Feeling cold, soaked, rather hungry, and is nearly at her worse seemed to turn luck to her favor.  Without hesitation, the girl made her way under the roof of the gazebo, taking a seat in a dry spot to wait the rain out. 

Chester walked through the maze almost mindlessly at this point, how long had he been walking since he entered? He didn’t exactly keep track as he dragged himself against the rose walling not really feeling much pain. Feeling the rain drop on his face he stopped for a moment then looked up to the darkened sky. “Oh come the fuck on.”

This maze felt uncomfortable, the rain, the uneasy silence, the dark overcast, it felt way too familiar. Not a good kind either.

He finally lifted himself off the wall when he finally saw a gazebo

“thank god..” he murmured and began to pick up speed to it before taking notice of a figure there. Chester slowed down after but found himself already out in the open when he did, in clear view. The figure of the person was...a girl? What the fuck, he hadn’t heard any footsteps or any peep of a person since he got in and now there’s suddenly a girl in the middle of this maze?

Fuck that

no,no,no.

So in that moment of realization he quickly patted himself down and took out his knuckle knife. “Who the hell are you?!”

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shoutout to my favorite coping mechanism, isolation

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COME OUT SWINGING! OUT ON YOUR OWN.

Home Rules Reference Contact

THEY’RE IN YOUR WAY! YOU MAY BE STINGING BUT YOU’LL GET BY.

[themainetrio]

Werner has concerns

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“It wasn’t even thaaat funny…”

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#1 motivation: spite

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A struggle (closed rp)

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acoustic-apathy:

He was in utter shock as he felt the hot coffee splash on his face and even more so when the ass tackled him. it would have been fine if he wasn’t looking for his own boyfriend and there was no one to disappoint. but Zack could come over at any moment and catch him fighting the guy, and man, he’d be in so much trouble if that happened 

but that wouldn’t stop Jon from yelling at him, especially not after the guy pretty much ruined his jacket and tackled him. 

“Get the hell off of me you little prick!”

Jonathan shouts as his balance is lost, causing the both of them to fall to the ground. Jonathan takes a swing at him before trying to get back up.

“what the hell is your fucking problem!?” he adds, kneeing the other as he scrambles back to his feet.

Chester took both hits one to the face and on to the gut, this made him let go for a moment. Enough time for the other to get up on his feet again. That wasn’t going to fly for Chester. Still wheezing from the wind being knocked out of him he got up enough to grab at Jon’s legs. “MY PROBLEM IS CURRENTLY YOU! YOU STARTED THIS AND MAD YOUR BED NOW LAY IN IT!” Then after yelling back he yanked harshly back intending for Jon to fall back again.

On the other end of the Denny’s Werner comes out of the washroom and called out to his boyfriend. “Hey Ches did you get everythi--” he stopped mid sentence staring at the fight going on in the isle of tables. Werner wanted to see some two strangers in that fight but unfortunately for him he knew that silver hair from anywhere. “CHESTER!” he called out again before zooming over to the scene. Chester stopped moving immediately hearing Werner’s voice call out his full name. Looking over his shoulder he saw Werner now hovering over him, Werner looking at him with concern on his face he just asked “What are you doing?” Ches still stared at werner then back to Jon then back to Werner. “Uhhh....” was the only noise he made as this was totally what it looked like and there was no way to defend himself. Werner then picked him up without much effort by his jacket, Ches tried to keep a hold on Jon but after lifting a good bit off the ground he dropped him completely.

Werner whispered to Ches “Why did you hurt him?” Chester whispered back “Because he had it coming???” “Ches.”

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“Chester,why are you like this?” -- Currently with the thread with @acoustic-apathy

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A struggle (closed rp)

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acoustic-apathy:

Jonathan was tired and in no mood to fight, but it looked like he found one regardless. he scowled down at the other. he had half a mind to walk away, but he didn’t instead, he glared at the other.

“If i wanted to do that i would’ve taken you to diner…” he retorts with a roll of his eyes. 

looking the stranger over for a moment, he finally adds “And you wouldn’t even be worth my time” 

and it was true. he just wanted to get home and not bother with anyone, and if this guy didn’t figure that out it’d be his own fault.

“you wouldn’t even be worth my time”

Chester kept his eyes locked on this guy who had the audacity to be snarky to him in a mood like this. On a day like this where he’s been up all night and dealing with BULLSHIT. He knew this was probably a bad idea not just because they were in a public place but his boyfriend was with him but gone for the time being. With no actual moral compass with him or over all good decision maker he turned his gaze to the hot coffee in his hand and with one quick flick he threw it in Jonathan's face.  “That’s for trying to be funny with me.” After he splashed it in his face he threw the cup down and tackled him full force. “THIS IS GONNA BE FOR SAYING I AIN’T WORTH YOUR TIME!”

“SAY YOUR FUCKING PRAYERS!”

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BEST PICTURE NOMINEES (2018) AESTHETICS.

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THE SHAPE OF WATER.    early mornings. art on an easel. being trapped. flashy cars. self-righteous intolerance. speaking volumes without a word. being submerged. learning and adapting. raindrops on windows. bubbles rising in water. cats. taboo desires. tanks of water. kitschy nostalgia. kissing underwater. silence. isolation. golden age hollywood. sign language. scales. egg shells. jell-o. the smell of cleaning supplies. creature features. the space race. red coats. monstrous fairy tales. lab coats. lunches in brown bags. the click of shoes. smog. dance routines. slices of pie. toxic masculinity. chains. government secrets. seeing past flaws. floating aimlessly. needles. greens and blues. deep, inexorable scars. gills. music from the 30′s. retro-futurism. bloody handprints. routines. record players. old movies. love in unexpected places.

PHANTOM THREAD.     a doll in a gilded birdcage. butter to bread. the death of a mother.cycles. hidden messages. a disruptive presence. longing. wedding gowns. posh control. post-war. brightly colored socks. inner turmoil. poison. an air of quiet death. hallucinations. family dysfunction. rich fabrics. curses. soft piano music. restrained anger. spinning out of control. artist and muse. dark love. pastels. peace in the countryside. clockwork dynamics. perfection. wild mushrooms. giving up every piece of yourself. rags to riches. ghosts. new year’s. lingering gazes.  needle and thread. fine dining. hearing every sound.  being ambushed. ego. flowing dresses. a person out of place. defiance. ink to paper. an artist tortured by their art.  obsessive personalities. peepholes. soothing elegance. silk. spiral staircases. driving at high speeds. high society.

THE POST.     typewriters. newspapers. tense climates. distrust of authority. internal battles. a legacy at stake. secrets. cover-ups. defending what you believe. peering through windows. melodrama. political corruption. behind closed doors. sniffing a scoop. ringing phones.lying for over a decade. cramming and crowding. cold grays. war. fluorescent lights. treason. shuffled papers. the jungle. a weight on your shoulders. fresh coffee. thousands of deaths. burglary. finding your voice. risking everything. propaganda. tough choices. exposure. type being set by hand. workplace rivalries. abusing power. security breaches. hierarchy. a bed strewn with papers and books. paranoia. orders. clicking keys. redacted files. desk clutter.cigarette smoke. precious cargo. vanished technologies. suspenseful conversations. facing charges. courtroom battles. suits and ties.

DARKEST HOUR.  never surrendering. duty. countless negotiations. the flash of cameras.beaches. historic buildings. guzzling booze. resignation. utter catastrophe. bunkers. radio broadcasts. going against the odds. bathed in red light. a sense of humor. allies. shouting matches. small square windows. selfishness. walking with a cane. war rooms. chandeliers. dust floating in air. righteousness. a poor reputation. an elevator surrounded by darkness. a world at war. needing a miracle. interruptions. a last hope. cigar smoke. quoting poetry. photos of a loved one. a single sunbeam. monarchy. vanity. rescue missions. refusing peace. allied chambers. military uniforms. taking a stand. common folk. suicide missions. drums of war. tears down sullen cheeks. reluctance. complete collapse. evacuations.  enveloped by fog.changing history. blood, toil, tears and sweat.

THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI.     severe burns. police uniforms. sirens. the calmness of a deer. strumming guitars. grieving. horrifying memories.sucker punches. a lack of respect. facing threats. skin under fingernails. flicking cigarettes. awkward dates. nasty rumors. claustrophobia. lush green pastures. molotov cocktails. the fire of anger and revenge. strangers. no remorse.  bashing in windows. the midwest. provoking a fight. pointing fingers. being pressed for time. rundown old houses.grey morality. dark undercurrents. insurmountable losses. cruel laughs. the american flag. dive bars. guilty no matter what. buildings in flames. ambulances. coughing up blood. spitting. chewing on fingernails. one versus many. black and red. not understanding another’s feelings. a mother and child. the pain of others. a quest of justice. abandoned billboards. a hardened gaze. driving to nowhere. small towns. last letters. absurd violence.

DUNKIRK.   burying a body. warm cider. narrow escapes. a race against time. a small boat. all hope lost. being unable to come home. taken prisoner. shipwrecks. assuming the identity of someone else.  setting fire to it all. smoke rising from a crash. sea foam. seaports. rendered blind. dropping to take cover. land, sea, and air. entangled in chain. toast with jam. suspense. waiting for escape. wounded men. lying in the sand. trauma. blank spaces. sinking ships. commended a hero. cocking a gun. swallowed by darkness. bullet holes. obstacles and delays. a hero’s welcome. planes overhead. the sounds of a ticking clock. bullets ricocheting off metal. people by the thousands. shell-shocked. the explosions of shells on shores.  the sound of destruction. rising tides. head injuries. target practice. compressed time and space. the perennial threat of death. oil ignited into flames. lying for the greater good. blocking out the noise. primal dangers. taking command. sole survivor.

GET OUT.     deer antlers. suburbs. hypnosis. strange behavior. familial tension. chopping wood. uneasy stares. tears and a smile. deception. fight or flight. blindness. survival. sinking into the floor. watching but powerless. strapped to a chair. plugged ears. a failed handshake. car accidents. sunken places. something out of a nightmare. going hysterical. bingo cards.smoking cigarettes. static on a television set. doing more harm than good. a hint of a smile. a stranger in any environment that is foreign to them. waiting for someone to come when they never will. overturned candles. wealthy garden parties. constantly looking over your shoulder. silence no matter how hard you scream. trances. catharsis. a battle of wills. layers being peeled back. a cup of tea. nosebleeds. addiction. last bits of life leaving a body. black and white photography. sprinting at high speeds. conspiracies. surgery. blankly polite speech. noise of a spoon scraping across a teacup. a deer in headlights. staring at your own reflection. unable to sleep. loyal friends.

LADY BIRD.      california landscapes. budding romance. uniforms. consolation. plain and luscious colors. apologizing. boorish sex. prom dresses. secondhand dresses. strong personalities. the ups and downs of adolescence. the theatre. being simultaneously warm and scary. 90’s fashion. dreaming of elsewhere. partying. signatures on a cast. living on the wrong side of the tracks.  not being bound by any era. rejection. sparklers.  thrift stores. high school. identity crisis. a place that looks like a memory. going behind backs. disappointed parents. catholicism. poverty. busy new york city streets. monotonous hometowns. shitty bands. anarchy. drifting in and out of friendships. menial jobs. red hair. self-given names. coming-of-age. a broken arm. excessive drinking. first kisses. cupcakes. smudged eye makeup. bruises gained unknowingly. strained relationships. screaming in the middle of the street. thoughtful letters. standing out. decorated bedroom walls. having a change of heart. expressing individuality.

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