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hello angels !! i want to apologise for my absence, i had no intentions of being away / absent for so long :/// but i feel like im finally over the worst of the cold and im hoping that tomorrow is the day i'll finally be able to whip some replies out !! thank you for being so patient with me, it means the world !! i love you all and i hope you're having / have an amazing day !!! xoxo
hello angels !! it’s 3am sort of, almost, so i’m on my way to bed but !! i thought i’d drop by and apologise for my absence !! i’m still recovering from this bug ?? but i’m going to try and get some stuff done tomorrow, even if they’re just small things !! fingers crossed !! anyway i hope you’re all well and i hope you have a good rest of your day / night !! xoxo
40 days of positivity Sophie Deveraux
blood sentence starters.
“ why are you covered in mind? ” “ look at all this blood. ” “ there is a bloodlust in my veins. ” “ i’m craving for something. something like blood. ” “ i have a weak stomach for blood. ” “ i’m studying hematology. ” “ is that blood? ” “ who’s blood is that? ” “ we’re standing in a puddle of blood. ” “ do you really drink blood? ” “ how does my blood taste? ” “ you’re bleeding! ” “ i have to stop the bleeding. ” “ clean up this blood before someone sees. ” “ what is good for cleaning blood stains? ” “ why is there blood stains on my sheets? ” “ that’s a whole lot of blood. ” “ oh yes, there will be blood. ” “ now we’re blood brothers/sisters for life. ” “ don’t pick the scab, it’ll start bleeding. ” “ i’m bleeding. ” “ i think there is blood on your shirt. ” “ my favorite color is red, reminds me of blood. ” “ should i paint my nails red? like the color of my victims blood? ” “ blood has such a lovely color, doesn’t it? ” “ are you bleeding? ” “ what does blood taste like? ” “ there was a lot of bleeding. ” “ i think i need a blood transfusion. ” “ knives cause too much blood spill. ” “ i donated my blood today. ” “ can you believe how much blood there was? ” “ i’m sick to stomach just talking about blood. ” “ tell me that is not blood. ” “ why are you so obsessed with blood? ” “ that’s enough for now. clean up this blood. ”
nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.
guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.
shelter protect them.
shove push them.
loop drape an arm around their shoulders.
touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand.
kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.
palm smack them upside the head.
bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.
aid help them with a task.
note pass a note to them.
cry wipe away their tears.
wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.
bandage patch them up when they get hurt.
heal take care of them when they get sick.
book silently read a story with them.
carry pick them up.
scrap punch them.
cherry find blood on them.
sit help them sit down.
medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.
steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up.
beat dance with them.
stare stare them down.
off track get lost with them.
no shaking their head in disagreement.
yes nodding their head in agreement.
rush tackle them to the ground.
open hold the door open for them.
@fatesewn / starter.
“ shocking, i know, but ---- i’ve ALWAYS been a FIRM BELIEVER of girls sticking together ! “ features convey nothing but the utmost nonchalance as she raises a shot glass to her lips, downing the contents in one swift motion. “ however, unfortunately for you ----- you didn’t make the cut. “
shoulders roll idly, however once nonchalant features, convey hints of mischief and mayhem, in the twinkling of piercing sapphire’s and the ever growing smirk pained atop rose glossed lips. “ but FEAR NOT, i still have my USES for you. “
tyler:
❝ nothing . oh , wait . i’m pretty sure your brother would be pissed if you killed his first hybrid . but , i mean , feel free . a little dagger never hurt anyone , right ? ❞
he’s not wrong, it WOULD PISS HER BROTHER OFF ----- but maybe that’s the point. maybe she wants to piss him off. sure, he’d probably dagger her for another decade but he’d get over it. unfortunately for tyler, SHOULD HE DIE ----- well, there’s no getting over that for him. it’s an easy win - win for rebekah. ( at least that’s what she’ll tell herself. ) “ true, a dagger in MY HEART wouldn’t hurt... but a dagger in YOURS, ------ hm, do you want to give it a try ? “ she’s bluffing, obviously. for now, he’s more fun to her alive than dead. should that change, then he should worry for his life.
just saying, if anyone wants a starter from s3 tvd rebekah, now is the ideal opportunity to ask for one !!
“ if your goal is to SCARE ME, you might want to TRY HARDER than throwing around empty threats. just saying. “
i have so much muse for maggie vera......
“ it’s not all DOOM ‘N GLOOM, trust me. “ she should know, she’s been through enough darkness, to know there’s ALWAYS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL.
it’s sad how many dead characters i write... :((((
good afternoon angels !!! i hope you’re having an absolutely amazing start to your weekends !! you all deserve it !! xox
damon:
™ HELL OWNS A FACE / HE THINKS IF YOU WERE TO PEER INTO MECHANICAL SKELETON, YOU WOULD SEE SOMETHING ROTTEN AND GRAY. A MOLD THAT SPREADS, HIS EXPIRY DATE WAS SOMETIME DURING HIS CHILDHOOD. ( he is nothingness, a dirtied shroud of co-existing with a devil. the maliciousness clambers to fit inside his shell, it is always here and always pressuring on the back of his throat. eat this, drink that, swallow whatever vulnerability that was threatening to escape. ) he is not a good man, he’s accepted this. the world still tries to sift through him for something worth salvaging. any gold, any glimmer of hope or residual love is simply cast away - too corrupted to use for anything. THE HEART IS NOT A FRUITFUL LOCATION. YOU CAN SEARCH FOR IT, EVEN FEEL THE EDGES OF IT ALONG YOUR FINGERTIPS, BUT YOU CAN NEVER HOLD IT. IT SITS THERE, QUIET AND UNNATURALLY CALM. NO WRONGNESS SPILLS FROM IT, HE BELIEVES HE IS THE BEST HE CAN BE. BLAMELESS, EVEN AS THE DOE’S NECK IS GRIPPED IN BETWEEN HIS JAWS, JOWLS DRIPPING WITH SALIVA. his death will be just as small as a beetle’s. squashed down after squeaking for too long. he savors this thought, makes body itch for some sheer display of wilderness and violence. the abyss haunts him from the inside, ghosts look like her and she looks like a ghost. rejection bleeds out of him like a murky gunk. is he pretty yet? is his fate? ( your insecurities deprive me of my own will for ignorance. i should be doing something here, shouldn’t i? shedding a tear? shedding my skin? i want to drown in your blood and coat your insides on my teeth. i’d grin too, make sure your brother knows that you still look beautiful and youthful, even in my belly. my hatred qualms, i resist only for the time being. white oak stakes are bitches to get. ) he can sense her annoyingly demanding need for attention from here. why was he on distraction duty anyway, isn’t donovan more her type? the bitterness forms and he gnashes molars together while feigned expression resorts to a disdained smile. the grill isn’t full by any means, but his snort is loud enough to make the few patrons turn around in their seats before continuing their useless chattering. he would need way more alcohol for this mission, an urge to roll is eyes is stifled only as he gestures at the bartender for more shots. the response is snarled out, consequences too far off in the distance to cause him to hesitate or discipline himself. a groan breaks off into a cruel, sardonic laugh.
❝ …. you mean besides the fact that i’m literally the only one in here who isn’t repulsed by that pathetic look on your face ? your brother’s a psycho , get over it - he’s playing joker and the penguin with my brother right now , how do you think that makes me feel ? ❞ a look of disgust isn’t even attempted to hide, shot glass shoved over to her, liquid spilling sloppily all over his hand. ❝ here’s some advice , miss gloom ‘n doom : drink . trust me , everything makes so much more sense with some bourbon and that heavy feeling of avoiding the issues at hand . paradise . ❞
trust it to be her luck to be lumbered with HIM as a distraction, a man so consumed by his love for his brothers girl, that he can’t see RIGHT FROM WRONG, can’t see that instead of fulfilling her wishes and desires, he should be fulfilling his own. he cares too much about what she thinks, what she wants, as if he’s got a shot with her, ironic really, ----- he’d be much more desirable if only he’d stop pining over something he’ll never be able to call his own. alas, she doesn’t care about his LOVE LIFE, merely cares about his LOVE INTEREST ----- the human blood bank, the solution to all of her brothers problems and yet the CAUSE of all of hers.
it’s obvious, damon’s here as a ploy to keep her busy, maybe to keep her away from elena ? no, it’s got to be more than that. a means to get at her brother, ----- as the saying goes: IF YOU DON’T SUCCEED, TRY AND TRY AGAIN. and boy do they TRY. they have to, right ? they’re all wrapped around the little finger of the doppelganger ----- and for what ? she’s not even that pretty, nor is she that special, yet not only does she have the attention of both salvatore brothers but two of her own. WILL THEY EVER LEARN ? the love of a doppelganger surely ends in ruin. they’ve all BEEN THERE, DONE THAT and still, ----- they look for more. IDIOTIC, if you ask her.
“ trust you ? the man so enthralled by his brothers lover ? hm, i think i’ll pass. “ and yet, she takes the glass between index and thumb, downing the contents in one gulp. she might not trust him, but to deal with him and his ever annoying presence ---- she needs alcohol and COPIOUS amounts. with a tilt of her head, piercing sapphires capture the gaze of his own, facial features conveying her EVER GROWING ANNOYANCE of the man sat beside her. “ you’d know ALL about avoiding issues, wouldn’t you, damon ? “ tone is laced with something akin to a challenging tone, which is made more apparent with the wiggle of eyebrows. “ i imagine you’re RELIEVED, maybe even THANKFUL for the fact that our brothers are rekindling their... FRIENDSHIP. presents you with the perfect opportunity to TAKE WHAT YOU WANT... elena. “ tongue swipes over bottom lip, as if to taste the satisfaction of watching damon squirm under her taunts.
he’s so predictable. which is why, she’ll let him distract her ----- let him play his game, just as she’ll play her own. and boy, will she WIN IT. he’s simply moronic if he thinks he has any chance of outsmarting her, she has a thousand years on him... and she’ll make damn sure he never forgets that. “ it’s a real shame that i have EVERY INTENTION of killing her. oh well, i guess you had your chance and you blew it. it’s MY TURN now. “ words are nothing more than an empty threat to rile him, even if she wanted to ( which she does, more than anything ) she couldn’t kill the doppelganger, not without ending up in a box, herself. and she’s only just found her way out of one, she has no intentions of going back in. “ feel free to try and stop me, I DO LOVE A CHALLENGE. “
THE RAWEST LYRICS FROM ‘ CAVETOWN , ’ PART THREE .
“ i wanna be alone . ” “ leave without me . ” “ i don’t wanna go . ” “ i’ll be fine on my own . ” “ please don’t worry . ” “ i wanna sleep until it’s over . ” “ greet me with a hug ; show me i’m not disgusting . ” “ show me i’m not disgusting . ” “ sing me a song . ” “ tell me your thoughts . ” “ i could listen to you all night long . ” “ i don’t care about my sleeping routine . ” “ we’ve got so much time to kill . ” “ life’s too short to worry about things we got wrong . ” “ remember when we didn’t need a - grades for self - validation ? ” “ tell me about the things that you love . ” “ i don’t care about what people think of me . ” “ i’m fucked up as it is . ” “ you don’t know what it’s like to feel like nothing at all . ” “ it’s nothing i can’t change . ” “ i can’t breathe anymore . ” “ i could do with a little more of your help . ” “ i’d shoot you in the brain , but i’d miss you come the morning . ” “ i’m just a kid with a bully in my head . ” “ i wanna be so much more . ” “ release my neck . ” “ untie my hands . ” “ you don’t have to be like that . ” “ don’t be afraid . ” “ they’re poisoning my food . ” “ they’re putting drugs inside my water . ” “ i’m not insane . ” “ i’m not insane … just irrational . though isn’t that the same ? ”
