exorsism:
— “ Drink this… ”
“Sure thing!” Serina raises the cup to her lips, but she doesn’t take a sip just yet. “What is it? It smells like ginger and mint!”
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exorsism:
— “ Drink this… ”
“Sure thing!” Serina raises the cup to her lips, but she doesn’t take a sip just yet. “What is it? It smells like ginger and mint!”
so apparently my friend owns a haunted photograph and he’s literally just told me this after two fucking years when he KNOWS how much i love haunted artefacts i can’t believe the audacity
i was like “how haunted are we talking here, is it just a vaguely cursed image or does it actually have Demonic Properties”
and he said “well i’ve never seen the actual image because my dad keeps it in a sealed envelope inside a safe, but whenever he takes it out you can hear voices screaming for help and you feel sick and sometimes you see dark figures moving around in your peripherals”
okay so, firstly, how is it that we’ve been friends for 2 years and this information has never come up, and secondly why the fuck do you still have it
according to his dad the image is of a man riding a model train set and it was given to him by a mysterious stranger in a pub who refused to tell anyone his real name
this is. this is literally a horror movie. this is a direct-to-video minimal-budget terribly-acted horror movie made by a bunch of film students in the nineties. i absolutely love it
me: “bring it round here and we can do the ouija board on it"
him: “nah, i try to stay away from that kind of stuff. if i don’t understand it then i don’t fuck with it.”
bold words from a man who stores haunted artefacts in the basement of his goddamn house
even if they can get on my nervous in the group calls. I love @consiglierii, @quailxlies, @stxrspin, @duplikiss, @suisosei, & @volatilepersonality for being amazing rpers, and the greatest friends ever. keep doing amazing, yet awesome work <3
‘ in this moment i could die with you. ’ for rohan :3c HIT ME WITH ANGST
@suisosei || not accepting
How long had it been since they had first met each other? Years and years by now since the time they were sixteen and seventeen among other writers that stood out for their works. It had been their debut that landed them here, living together through the inner workings of fate; married. Getting here wasn’t even something Rohan had imagined or actively wanted, but life as it constantly proved was stranger than fiction at times.
Did he feel the same? To put it simply, yes he did, but things were a little more complicated than that. The love that they shared was deep and had been proven time and time again through casual situations to dangerous situations. Through his research and her casual enjoyment and hobbies with the supernatural that luckily had been devoid from day to day life lately. Rohan nodded, green eyes looking into dark eyes that stared back as they remained close to one another with little distance. “I couldn’t imagine a better time spent.”
quailxlies:
Red eyes darted from side to side hungrily, watching the humans who where buying rather risque books. Demon summoning? How cute. Tarot readings? How quaint. His air, standing there with a bag, was thick to say the least and for a moment, a quick puff of steam seemed to escape from his mouth. However, hearing a rather soft voice he turned, plastering on a quick smile.
“Oh? But of course.” With a swift movement, he had his full attention on her, his mouth closed to hide the fact that he was absolutely burning inside.
“Areyousure?” Serina squeaks, tilting her head to side just a bit. She tries to catch her breath, but the musty air she inhales sticks to her throat and coats her lungs like some sort of viscous fluid.
“I mean uh—Thanks!” She lets out a soft strained sound that she hopes passes for a laugh. Serina stands there in silence for a moment, pulling her lavender cardigan tighter around her. She can’t stop shaking.
Serina’s reluctant to take her eyes off of him. He’s probably a Stand user and, knowing her luck, he’s probably a hostile one at that.
She slowly steps up on the stool and glances at him over her shoulder. “I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you a regular?” There’s still an audible note of tension in her voice, but it’s not as obvious as it was before.
Hey mutuals, I’m doing a plotting / starter call so if you’d like me to write you a short(ish) starter or for me to charge into your inbox or preferred method of communication, just give this a like!
Sooooo you know I love and support Dorian and his fantastic ideas and he gave me permission to have Serina participate in his team up verse! I’ve also talked this all over with Dorian so that makes it official I guess?
Serina doesn’t get involved with Bruno’s group and La Squadra’s plans to take down Diavolo by choice. Instead, she’s dragged into the situation when she witnesses Narancia, who at that point knows she’s a Stand user although he’s still unsure about what it exactly is, kill a Stand user who was trying to tail them back to their safe house. Narancia manages to convince the La Squadra member he’s with not to kill her and that they should take her back to the others so they can decide what to do with her. After a debate about what exactly they should do with and after Narancia helps her convince Bruno’s gang and La Squadra that they shouldn’t kill her and that they should bring her along to make sure she doesn’t talk to anyone about what she saw. Because she isn’t a member of Passione and is a civilian, anyone sent by the Boss wouldn’t know who she was or what her Stand ability is. This enables Serina to purchase supplies, arrange for transportation, create diversions, and be a powerful ally in Stand battles.
My music taste is so eclectic and varied, it ranges from the dark and industrial atmospheric masterpieces of Depeche Mode, to the upbeat and danceable synth pop tunes of Depeche Mode.
I made this earlier in the week so feel free to use it!
Bye Lock, we’ll miss you
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Just imagine...
“I’m imagining a world where you don’t make fun of me!”
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if we’ve never interacted before, i implore you to do this. random encounter, wrong text, anything.
“I try to be cruel when I can.”
Destroyer Sentence Starters // Accepting!
“I can tell,” Serina deadpans, setting her cup down on the worn wooden tablebetween them. She stares down at the remaining dregs of her chamomile tea. Her brows are furrowed in thought, but the way her lips are pressed into a thin line hints at the frustration bubbling inside of her.
Serina exhales softly, the sound barely audible. Launching into a spiel about why cruelty isn’t always called for (especially not here) would be pointless. Risotto’s like the rest of the group of renegade made men she’s come to view as companions (although she doubts they see her as anything more than a nuisance.) They’re like granite, shaped and hardened by time and pressure in the underworld they inhabit. They’ve learned to view the world through quartz-cold eyes because that’s the only way they could survive.
And Serina understands that to an extent because she’s not a saint either. The fact that she’s only killed Stand users in self-defense doesn’t make the blood and ash on her hands any less real.
She won’t lecture Risotto about morality, but she won’t stay silent either.
Serina looks up from the table and looks Risotto in the eye, meeting his steel-sharp gaze.
“I’m not trying to tell you how to do your job,” she says even though that’s exactly what she’s doing, “but I think that being efficient will get us closer to our goal than being cruel will.”
volatilepersonality:
“Implying you raised me at all? What the fuck are parents.”
“I think they’re a myth. Like vampires.”
“scuSA BITCH.”
“I didn’t raise you like that.”
Destroyer Lyric Sentence Starters
“All good things must come to an end. The bad ones just go on forever.” “And win or lose, what’s the difference?” “As per your wishes, I left you for dead.” “Best to forget that things change.” “Beware the company you reside in!” “Big words make for such a short speech.” “But it doesn’t get any better than this.” “Common scars brought us together.” “Don’t ask me how I know I just do.” “Don’t be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves.” “Don’t become the thing you hated.” “Don’t call them like you see them.” “Gods give and gods give our gifts away…” “Hey, your friends are fucked!” “I can never place the name with the face.” “I can tell you want peace…” “I don’t blame anyone who isn’t sticking around.” “I just finished the book, and some of it’s true.” “I know that’s what they told you, and you know that that’s not true.” “I know you and I know the score…” “I love what you’re wearing. Where did you get it anyway? And what d'you pay?” “I mean, that shit is right up your alley, isn’t it?…” “I never knew you’d ever be so low.” “I never thought I’d miss your triumphs that much.” “I never thought your guess would be as good as mine.” “I still fly into rages at the mention of your name.” “I suppose this is the kind of thing we see every day.” “I try to be cruel when I can.” “I wanted to speak up, but it was not my place.” “I was just getting used to having you ‘round.” “I was on the outs for a while but now things are all right.” “I was told never to question it.” “I won’t owe you anything, and you won’t owe me anything.” “I’m not the kind to tell you what is true and what is totally out of control.” “If I can’t get through, then who will get through to you?” “In this town we go down for the sake of going under…” “Is it for this I have hunted?” “It don’t mean a thing. It never means a thing.” “It’s a terrible feast we’ve been stuffing our faces on.” “It’s not a war till someone loses an eye!”
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