Starting over is hard
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Starting over is hard
Happy first Friday the 13th of the year.
Guess who’s trying to get her shit together again? It’s me. I am the one trying to do the thing. I’m surprised there are still blogs following me when I failed to announce my hiatus but yay for that. I’ll be revamping/rebooting (whatever you wanna call it) this blog and doing old replies to anyone who wants to pick things up again and trying not to let life overwhelm me again. Even though I am trying to relaunch all my blogs at the same time which is a bad idea for someone trying not to do the thing.
So yeah. I’m coming back with fresh motivation to kill your characters and give them nightmares. Can’t wait to mingle with all the twisted minds again.
It you like getting spooked out like I do, you’ll enjoy this video.
Hallo *waves*
Hi there. *waves back*
in a world where sleeping is a luxury she didn’t always get to enjoy, one roleplayer will struggle to get her shit together. Coming this fall. Maybe.
But no really I’ve been going through some personal stuff lately and struggling with my sleep issues and it’s all but slaughtered my will to roleplay and my muses to the point of no return. I hate how I have been so lazy and abandoned my blogs but I have been so drained and unmotivated that just kicking myself in the rear to focus is hard. I love this blog and all my partners and hate the thought of losing them but when health and well being are a factor you have to put yourself first. In other words, I’m sorry for disappearing.
I love when I try to be productive and something fucks all that up
“Yeah fuck that, I’m not going out tonight. You know that the three days of the year that I don’t leave the house are the day that the demons walk the earth in October and the day that everything is out to curse you , turn you into a werewolf or slice off your skin with a vegetable peeler. And my birthday.”
“Today is one of my favorite days of the year, did you know that? I don’t know if I should watch horror movies in the dark or find someone to curse with terrible luck for the rest of the week.”
If the days of this week were people I’d be a SERIAL KILLER. I was all set to roleplay the shit out of all my blogs but nooo, the internet had to be down all fucking day and inspire unholy ragE to the point that now when it’s back I just want to watch Markiplier videos and contemplate cannibalism do legal things while I lay in bed and think about puppies.
PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ARE 18+
73delta:
All he needed was her word, and he’s there. The blood, the fire, all of it mixed together and with one solid grunt, he’s finished this dance they’d started, and he rides it out with waning, weakening thrusts into her, desperate to feel her body quake one last time beneath his.
For a moment, there’s a spark of lucidity – he realizes what’s going on, what’s happened. Where he is and who he is and what’s going on, and then it’s gone, replaced with the obedient lust her powers have thrust onto him, and he’s left to ride out the last of his climax
Ashley’s breath weakens somewhat, his mind dizzy with both her power and the general weakness that submitting to her offered; but he’s waiting for her permission to do anything. He needs her permission. She’s the only thing that matters in that little head of his.
There’s a shudder, a flush of heat as his skin warms her ice cold flesh. Evie can’t help the moan from the sensations taking her over as she feels Ash let himself go, the warmth making her feel alive as she can’t fight herself from giving into her primal instincts. Her fangs rip through his flesh as she drinks, allowing him to feed from her wrist and engulf themselves in a circle of giving each other life.
The room seems to melt away as the scent and taste of his blood fill the room, tinting her vision a bright red as her hips rock over his. Her free hand tangles in his hair as she moans against his skin, her mind connecting with his and putting him at ease. “He wont die tonight. He wont walk among the undead as one of them, but we will enjoy temporary benefits of drinking her blood.
As his heart slows too much for her liking, she stops, pulling her fangs from his skin and running her tongue across her bloodstained lips, savoring the last few drops of him. Her own blood staining his lips, Evie presses her mouth against his and shares the moment with him, tasting every emotion, memory, and thought he’s ever had. “How do you feel, little pet?” She coos in his ear as she pulls away from him.
littlemonstcrs:
Ansa stepped out from the cover of the trees, hands clasped in front of her. She consciously forced her smile to smooth out, become friendly instead of hungry. She demurely cast her eyes to the ground, feigning shyness as she laughed softly, peeking her eyes up from beneath her lashes.
“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to share some of that?” She shook her head with a shrug, an embarrassed grin tugging at her lips, “looks like I’m the idiot that managed to get lost in the forest by myself–I could use a drink.”
He was surprised when the pretty blonde answered his call, looking over to see his friend already passed out from a few cases of beer. She looked sweet enough but there was no reason a girl like that would be out in the woods late at night unless she was underage and trying to score free booze. Still, she definitely didn't look underage, so David shrugged and reached for a Solo cup to hand her.
“Sure, help yourself. This pussy’s gone and passed out on me already so you might as well.” He scoffed, kicking his unconscious friend’s foot. “Hey but uh, if you’re lost there’s a trail up there....somewhere... I could lend you a flashlight or something.” He offered kindly. It wasn’t that he was trying to get ride of her, but he was sure a girl wouldnt’ want to be drunk and alone with two strangers, let alone wandering off with one of them.
the-last-victim:
“Dang, I thought it was. What? No no no, nothing happens to the virgin in horror movies. Virginity is good in horror movies. As long as we don’t have sex, you’re golden, you’ll make it out of here just fine.”
“Seriously? I think my hymen will stay perfectly in tact, thanks. I might have a heart attack an go into shock and die from fear but I’ll remain a virgin. Can we at least do something fun like play some music or talk about that UFO sighting in Tennessee last week? I heard that all eleven witnesses either died or went missing.”
deathless ♚ sentence meme
You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.
You are going to break your promise. I understand.
You’re lonely too.
It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.
I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.
I am your servant.
I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.
For you alone I will be weak.
I belong here, and you will not deny me.
I say these things, and the world listens.
I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.
In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.
I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.
I moved the earth and the water for you.
You will always run away with her.
You will always lose her.
You will always be a fool.
You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.
You have already done all of this and will do it again.
No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.
We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.
What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.
There need never be any rules between us.
Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.
Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.
I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.
Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.
I can’t abide a poor liar.
You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.
Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.
Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.
Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.
In his own country, Death can be kind.
What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?
Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.
I am no one; I am nothing.
Nothing in me was not made by you.
A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.
Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.
Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.
I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.
If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.
What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?
Don’t you dare speak to me like that.
I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.
I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.
I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.
I have learned to watch everything die.
I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.
Are we not devils?
No one is now what they were before the war.
I have not seen you without your skin on.
Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.
We obsess. It’s in our nature.
I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.
In war you must always choose sides.
If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.
We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.
My old bones will follow yours soon enough.
It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.
I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.
After love, no one is what they were before.
I have survived, but I have not been spared.
In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.
Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.
It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.
You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.
You will be so beautiful when you are old.
I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.
You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.
I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.
She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.
I still want to kiss you.
My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.
What happens to anything beautiful?
I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.