* 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 ;

𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 !

[sanctism]

Before I try to sleep again, thinking about Marcus finding love once more and slowly starting to feel that hole in his soul getting smaller, slowly coming to realise that he has found someone else — not in a way that will replace didyme because that can never happen, and not in a way that will disrespect her as he had once felt like it would, but someone go love him fully and someone for him to cherish and live for again. someone he can call his ;/// and watching him go back to being *alive* to see the light in his eyes and see him smile and be lively and happy and oddly young again. please I need this.

[praecog-deactivated20201004]

having english as your second/third language is writing a reply to someone and then stopping, re-reading what you wrote and go like “wait, that doesn’t make any sense… does it?” and just try to figure that out for like 10 minutes.

[madampince-rph]

Character Appearance Meme:

A faceclaim only goes so far, and even then sometimes their accuracy next to the vision in your head is only so-so. Send a symbol for a clearer picture!

☼ How does your character usually dress in daily life?

♔ How does your character usually dress for a fancy event?

✍ How does your character usually dress when going to work/school?

✂ How does your character usually style their hair?

♔ What (if any) jewelry does your character usually wear?

∇ What (if any) make-up does your character usually wear in daily life?

▼ What (if any) make-up does your character usually wear for fancy events?

👠 What kind of shoes does your character usually wear in daily life?

👓 What kind of mobility or assistive devices (if any) does your character use in daily life? (Glasses, canes, hearing aides, wheelchairs, etc.)

✗ What (if any) scars does your character have?

♠ What (if any) tattoos does your character have?

☾ What (if any) birthmarks does your character have?

Ұ How short/tall is your character compared to their peers?

■ How thin/heavy is your character compared to their peers?

[horrificmemes]

Attacked [sentence starters]

Monster-themed for the most part, but feel free to change ‘it’ pronouns to something else for a humanoid villain.

“Settle down, you’re safe now.” “Who hurt you? WHAT hurt you?” “I don’t know what it was that attacked me.” “Did you see what they looked like?” “Please, help me. I’m hurt.” “All I remember are teeth and a whole lot of pain.” “I was sure I was going to die.” “I would be dead if you hadn’t found me.” “What the hell was that thing?!” “Oh god, please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead.” “I don’t want to think what would have happened if you didn’t show up.” “Do you have any idea what did this to you?” “Was it an animal? A person?” “It all happened so fast.” “Stop screaming, I’m not the one who hurt you!” “You’ll be alright, just calm down and tell me what happened.” “I’m so sorry this happened to you.” “I’m not sure it was even human.” “That looks like it hurt.” “Help is coming. Just stay calm.” “Don’t just stand there, help me!” “You’re lucky I came by when I did, or else you’d be dead.” “You shouldn’t be out here alone.” “Wh-where am I? What happened to me?” “You never know what might be prowling around out here.” “Why would anyone want to attack you?” “Hey, can you hear me? Are you alright?” “A-am I going to die?” “We have to go before it comes back!” “I don’t even know why it left me alive.” “I-I need a doctor. Please.” “Damn, it looks like you pissed off a grizzly bear.” “It was you. You did this to me!” “Do you think it’ll come back?” “I-I didn’t get a good look at it.” “It’s okay, I’ll help you. Just don’t try to move.” “How do you know so much about monsters?” “You need to learn how to protect yourself.” “Honestly, it’s a miracle you weren’t torn to shreds.” “I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life.” “You’re not going to die. I’ll make sure of it.” “Whatever happens to me, make sure the one who did this pays the price.”

[horrificmemes]

Emotional Manipulation Starters

Trigger warnings apply. Requested by anon. (Disclaimer: not all of these sentences are manipulative in a different context, and some can be used jokingly as well.)

“If you really cared about me, you’d do what I’m asking.” “Don’t you trust me?” “I wish I never met you, honestly.” “You’re the reason I’m upset.” “It’s all your fault.” “I guess you just don’t love me enough.” “You have to keep it a secret. I’ll find out if you tell anyone.” “Whatever. It’s not like I care.” “I could just leave, you know.” “Do you like them more than me?” “Who have you been talking to?” “I would do anything to make you happy, I just want you to do the same for me.” “You have to tell me. Not telling me is just as bad as lying.” “It would be so easy for me to find someone else.” “If you loved me, you’d tell me.” “It’s like you don’t even care about me.” “One day I’ll be dead and you’ll regret not being there when I needed it.” “Nobody really cares about me, not even you.” “No one will ever love you the way I do.” “If you leave me, I don’t want to even think about what I’ll do.” “I’ll just tell everyone you were abusing me.” “You have to. You owe me.” “I’ve made sacrifices for you, now you have to do the same.” “I’ll never forgive you.” “No, it’s fine. Just do whatever you want, I guess.” “Am I upset? Why, should I be?” “If you don’t come over tonight, I’m going to hurt myself.” “I never said that. You’re trying to confuse me.” “I think you hate me.” “I would do anything for you, so why wouldn’t you do the same?” “If you don’t do this, it’s because you don’t love me.” “You were there for them, but not me?” “Yes, if you love me, you would change for me.” “I’m wasting my time with you.” “Well, I guess I’m just useless, aren’t I?” “I know you didn’t say it, but you were thinking it.” “You hate me. I know you do.” “You can’t convince me I’m not just a burden to you.”

[sanctism]

vespertinum·:

it was peaceful in the volturi’s vast library;  a blanket of silence covering the only two bodies occupying the space, unmoving except for the casual turning of a page every few seconds.   they had spoken to each other only a handful of times since louis had joined their coven weeks prior, but louis had found in marcus a companion nevertheless.   what a rarity it is to find someone comfortable enough to spend time together in blissful silence, to find comfort in the company of presence alone.

louis’ voice breaks the quiet some hours in, and very softly, as if he is aware the disruption it would cause.   “they don’t say her name,”  louis ponders aloud, his eyes scanning the pages of a book he is no longer interested in.   he doesn’t look up, but his attention now is not on the words he reads.   “it’s rare that i hear the name of your lost love upon the lips of your covenmates.  —  do you desire it this way, marcus?”

the chance at an answer doesn’t come quite yet, an explanation for his curiosity coming soon after,  “i always hated that.   when i lost my family, there were days when i thought i had dreamt them up, that so much time would pass without hearing the name of my wife and my daughter.   it was a hell nearly as horribly as the one i live in without them.”

@sanctism 

IT WAS NOT UNUSUAL TO FIND HIM THERE; sat by the large window, soaking up the sunlight while his crimson eyes traced the words of an ancient book or another. Marcus hardly opted to be out in the open, to socialise as if he still had it in himself to pretend to be anything but dead inside, and often, one would find that he preferred to be alone. That was not the case when it came to their newest addition to the coven. Louis had come as a kindred spirit, someone who truly knew how the felt ━ not like Aro who could see what he thought, or Chelsea who could pick apart the broken seam of his love for Didyme, but actually feel it with every cell in his being. The pain of losing the one person you loved the most; your soulmate.

He enjoyed the other's company, their comfortable silence as they both read and enjoyed a day without having to pretend. Marcus was hardly interested in the book he held between his hands, having read it a thousand times before so it wasn't hard for him to pull away from it when Louis voice broke through the silence around them. They don't say her name... Immediately he knew of whom Louis spoke, and found that it was true. Didyme's name hardly ever left the lips of the ones around him, with the rare exception of Aro and his wife, the others seemed reluctant to speak about her when he was present. Did he desire it that way? What an odd way to phrase it, for Marcus wasn't really sure he desired much of anything anymore.

❛ I suppose they do not... ❜ He began, lifting his big eyes to gaze at the hybrid in that unsettling way he usually did. Slow and void, and yet so full of a vulnerability that had no place on a being so ancient. ❛ I have never requested that they don't speak of her. Though, I suspect they do it in attempts to coddle me. ❜ There was a lilt of amusement in his voice, something so small most wouldn't be able to catch it. It was true that Marcus was quite possibly one of the oldest beings in existence, yet physically, he was but a nineteen-year-old. Being a vampire his youthful appearance was only heightened, which he figured prompted some sort of instinct in his coven mates to shield him from what they considered harmful to his already frail mind.

Yes, of that Marcus understood. To go years without hearing her name; without calling out to her, feeling her warm presence around him had been enough to make him question that too. Was she ever real? Or had he simply imagined a perfect life? A life where he'd be happy. ❛ An attempt to spare us from misery that only makes us more miserable.  ❜ He agreed. To stop talking about her, to pretend she never existed was an insult to him and his pain, and while he appreciated the effort of trying to keep him from feeling more pain there was nothing they could do to stop it. Didyme deserved to be remembered, but Marcus hardly had the strength to voice that.

❛ They erased my Didyme to keep my soul from breaking, only there's nothing left to break anymore. ❜ It was the reality he lived in, he was dead inside. Only managing enough strength to be what Aro and Caius needed him to because he loved them too, they were the only ones keeping him going. Keeping that cross around his neck in place. Aro had taken everything Didyme had from the castle, burned it all but a single painting of her. ❛ Do you have anything to remember them by? Other than the pain?  ❜    

[smile-4-me-zaddy]

RZA (1997)

[quotemadness]

But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.

Lemony Snicket (via quotemadness)

[justmorerpmemes]

Frightfully Fearsome Starters

“Whoa whoa whoa… it’s okay! It’s okay…”

“What’s got you all riled up?”

“Really? That’s what you’re scared of? You?”

“I don’t want to talk about why. So don’t ask.”

“It affects you that badly…? I had no idea…”

“What are you trying to do, scare me?”

“WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!”

“You need to stop this… looming you do.”

“A cowards way out, how disappointing.”

“Alright that’s my terrify quota finished for the day.”

“This is one thing you should be afraid of, yet you choose to be a fool instead.”

“You’re shaking. You’re not scared… you’re terrified.”

“I don’t need to hold hands- y’know what I’ll take that offer.”

“Fear always has me, I’m just trained to continue onward regardless.”

“STOP. With your SPOOKING… now!”

“You terrify me sometimes.”

“Why were you scared of me all this time?”

“Oh just get over it. It’s mind over matter.”

“Yes, it’s an irrational fear. That’s what phobia literally means.”

“With fright, often comes stupidity and manic decisions to follow.”

“Fear makes a great paralyzing agent.”

“Get away from me- you get away from me!”

“I’m scared. I don’t know what to do I’m scared…”

“Focus on me, and snap out of it. We can’t have you clamming up right now!”

“It’s holding you back, are you going to keep letting it like a coward?”

[charmymemes]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still  ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  tdday?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

[quotemadness]

The sky is so tragically beautiful. A graveyard of stars.

Unknown (via quotemadness)

[sanctism]

please give me marcus interacting with the cullen kids ! ! ! ! 

[sanctism]

this is that one post that says “please ship with me” so: please ship with me

[glazedeye-s]

A picturesque view of the Eilien Donan Castle: western Highlands of Scotland.

[vaememes]

I LOVE A MONSTER SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ How could you ever love a monster like me? ❜ ❛ How can you love a monster? ❜ ❛ I love you, even if you’re a monster. ❜ ❛ You’re aren’t a monster on the inside. ❜ ❛ I’m a monster who doesn’t deserve your love. ❜ ❛ You are a monster very deserving of love. ❜ ❛ Monster or not, I love you. That’s never going to change. ❜ ❛ I dont care if youre a monster, I love you. ❜ ❛ You aren’t a monster! Don’t say that! ❜ ❛ Shhh, I will always love you, monster or not. ❜ ❛ You being a monster doesn’t change my feelings for you. ❜ ❛ For who could ever love a monster? ❜ ❛ You are a monster who I love dearly. ❜ ❛ I love you, monster and all. ❜ ❛ I don’t see a monster when we’re together. ❜ ❛ I am blinded with love for I don’t see a monster at all. ❜ ❛ I will love you even if you are a monster. ❜ ❛ I told you I am a monster, to stay away.. ❜ ❛ I’m a monster who cant guarantee you’re safety. ❜ ❛ I will die before I let you being a monster separate us. ❜ ❛ Are you saying you’re a monster because you dont love me? ❜ ❛ I don’t feel any less for you, if anything I feel even more for you. ❜ ❛ I’m just a woman/man standing here confessing my love for this monster. ❜ ❛ So what if you are a monster? I still love you. ❜ ❛ Its a good thing I love for who you are, even if that’s a monster. ❜ ❛ I’m glad I was never afraid of monsters then since I’m in love with one.. ❜ ❛ I love you even if you are a monster. ❜ ❛ I’m not opposed to being in love with a monster..  ❜ ❛ So what if you are a monster? Everyone has a little monster in them..  ❜ ❛ I’m going to love you at the end of the day, even if you’re a monster.  ❜ ❛ Nothing could ever stop me from loving you, even you being a monster. ❜ ❛ I’ll love you anyway, monster or not, I love you and that is real.  ❜ ❛ You think being a monster is going to make me not love you? ❜  ❛ You are a monster who has someone deeply in love. ❜ ❛ Monster or not, I will always have these feelings for you. ❜ ❛ I love you for who you are and if that’s a monster, then I’m glad to say so. ❜ ❛ If it’s a monster I love, I’m not ashamed. ❜ ❛ I’m not ashamed to be in love with a monster, especially a monster like you. ❜ ❛ Even monsters need love. ❜ ❛ I love you even more now, because you are a monster. ❜ ❛ Love is blind, which I’m thankful for, even if you are a monster. ❜  ❛ And I still love you at the end of the day. ❜ ❛ It’s okay to love a monster. ❜ ❛ If it’s a monster I’m in love with then I’m glad to say so.  ❜ ❛ You are a monster whom I love very much, nothing could change that. ❜ ❛ You are not such a monster when I look at you. ❜ ❛ I love you for the monster that you are. ❜ ❛ Nothing could keep me from you, especially you being a monster. ❜ ❛ I’m happy be in love with a beautiful monster like you. ❜

[sanctism]

starsenvied·:

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆.      He hid it well, he thought, though. The ancient creature moved closer to where he sat by the fire and Emery’s eyes shifted subtly from the fire to where the male took a seat beside him. Not entirely too close but closer than Emery may have liked. There was no escaping his beast, now. The creature lurking just beneath his skin stirred and he knew the other probably knew before he was spotted what Emery was. 

Sipping his beer, Emery sucked his teeth lightly and turned to the fire wholly again. “Yeah,” he agreed dully, “Probably not.” He sipped his beer once more. Vampires were an entirely different breed of dangerous and Emery would be stupid if he wasn’t at least mildly on guard. While vampires were difficult to kill, he knew his beast could and probably would if something went awry but as much as Emery was capable of killing a vampire–  vampires were equally as capable as killing him. It was best to be on guard, perhaps more so than he might have been with others.

There’s was a timelessness to the other’s speech. Something as intrinsically ancient and practiced. It was surreal, hearing someone so young speak in that manner. It set him further on edge. That was only part of why Emery’s heart may have been racing. He had killed on the last moon and the memories so deeply buried were surfacing in the dark of his slumber. Emery reached for the rabbit he was cooking over the fire and tested the meat before moving it to cool slightly. “I would guess,” he started slowly, “you make me nervous.” He smiled stiffly at the other and then leaned back in his chair. “But, in the same token, it’s always been fast.” He wasn’t about to admit to having some vivid and grotesque nightmares that ramp up his anxiety to a million. Not to this complete stranger; whether or not he may have understood. Emery took a sip of his beer and looked over to the other, mildly perturbed by the crimson gaze. “That how you found me? My heartbeat?”

THE OTHER'S CONFESSION WAS NO SURPRISE to the vampire king, quite the opposite really. It would have shocked him far more had the werewolf not been made nervous by his presence. ❛ I see...  ❜ he hummed, his voice barely audible against the crackling of the fire and the sounds of breathing coming from the wolf. Being so eerily quiet was another vampire trait that seemed to put other creatures and even humans at a state of constant unease; something that cannot be heard is harder to find, and perhaps this inherent nervousness came from more primitive times, a defence mechanism passed down through generations in order to always somehow protect them against his kind.

❛ I has been so long since I have been human I often forget how the body reacts to danger.  ❜  It was a mere observation, but Marcus did not fail to see how the other could perceive his words as a threat. Though not an one-sided one, for even if Marcus was ancient, he was not immune to werewolf venom. Slowly, the vampire ran a hand through his hair, bony fingers untangling the long and dark curls. An action that could be considered human, if not for the eerie smoothness of it; the strange perfection and precision in which his hands moved. ❛ Always? Perhaps a werewolf trait?  ❜ he asked just as softly as before.

At the wolf's inquiry Marcus blinked, turning his blood-red eyes to stare directly at the man. ❛ Yes. But not only that, there was also your scent, the sound and light of the fire, the smell of your food...  ❜ Marcus explained, a small smile on his usually blank expression. He still found enough humanity in him to sometimes delight in the extent of his vampiric abilities, to feel a soft echo of excitement whenever he had to test those senses. He wondered if the wolf felt the same, surely he had felt Marcus' presence too, had he not?

❛ Were you not aware of my presence until I sat down?  ❜

[sanctism]

starsenvied·:

@sanctism·    gets a starter from emery for liking   🇹·🇭·🇮·🇸· 🇵·🇴·🇸·🇹·..

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐃.      not because the beast had been quiet or because he hadn’t done anything particularly terrible–  it wasn’t and he had. but something about this particular nightmarish vision struck emery colder than some other; a deep bone cold where he thought for sure he would never feel this cold again. not even if he was stark naked in the artic ocean incased in an iceberg. it wasn’t a cold as much as it was a terror. a realization so sudden and so haunting he knew it would be a life altering event. after this–  nothing would be the same. he was exposed to the elements, like a raw nerve on the brink of a torch, he could feel his body twitching under his skin; writhing and trembling as he sensed the other near. he didn’t need his heightened smell to know the other was old and he didn’t need his heightened hearing to know they were quiet as death. no. like him this being was primordial. something struck up from the depths of mysticism and predatory. a vampire.

sitting quietly beside him campfire, emery remained still and quiet as the other neared him. how far back did their species rival one another? from one monster to the other, how long has they warred against one another for dominance? even to this day there was that deep instilled mistrust but for emery, it had less to do with what they were and more to do with his general disposition on people. “i’d offer you a beer,” he drawled lazily, head turned slightly to carry towards the other, “but you don’t strike me as a beer kinda guy.”

MARCUS OFTEN LIKED TO WALK AROUND, to wander through forests and to watch as they endured the ruthless passing of time with a might he had long since lost. Nothing made him feel the pleasure of being alive, the elation of being immortal for he had nothing to live for. It was unusual for people to be out that late at night, not that Marcus was too worried, for not even the creatures that roamed the darkness would dare approach him. He had asked once, why did most newborns seemed to avoid him and Jane, sweet and painfully young Jane, had replied that he felt wrong; dangerous, too ancient even for immortals.

So when he heard an erratic heartbeat, he found himself growing curious. Slowly he made his way to where the sound was, now able to catch the person's scent. A werewolf. Sitting next to him was perhaps  risky choice, but Marcus hardly had anything to lose. ❛ I have never had one...  ❜ He admitted when the other offered him a beer, his monotone voice awfully young in the dead of night. No one who heard him, not saw him would say he was more than 3000 years old. ❛ So, I suppose I am not. ❜ Slowly, Marcus turned his eyes to stare at the man, crimson of his irises highlighted oddly by the fire.

❛ Your heart...it beat so fast, why? ❜ Marcus asked, with the same curiosity of a child. He hadn't been human in so long, he often forgot what made their hearts beat.