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[ofmonterrey-blog]

"You know I'm not the one to go to for emotional advice anymore, right?"

[saviorsaltzman-blog]

"when you put it like that, it sounds amazing…and like prison."

« send me a new girl quote for my muse’s reaction.

          “Well until I can figure out how you became — you

     … Then it sure as hell is going to feel a lot like prison.”

[katerinapetrovasurvivor]

+3

--"I said. Go Away."

"I'm busy."

[bloodysaviour]

♥,☽.

Send me a symbol to recieve the following from my muse 

♥ : for a loving voicemail

[Leave a messsage after the tone]

*B E E P*

Hey Amelia...um, ya know when I kissed you..when I was showing you around Mystic Falls a bit? I'm sorry...well I mean, I would say I'm sorry..but I liked kissing you, a lot in fact..I like you a lot. Spending time with you has really been great...well um..call me, or don't when you get this...bye.

[End of message]

☽: for the final voicemail ever received (think death, etc)

*B E E P*

H--Hey... Amelia....if you g-get this...I'm not here anymore....I want you..t..to know that y--you can trust Damon and Elena....I-I'm sorry that I uh...I couldn't be there for you...I lo--I lov---.......

[End of message]

[ofcarnageandbloodlust-blog]

☤

My character has been committed to an asylum. Send me ☤ for their reaction to yours visiting them.

Sitting in his cell, Hannibal sketched with the art supplies they finally let him have back. He was thankful that that accursed head psychologist did not destroy them or even damage them in any way. As he sketched a perfectly anatomically correct heart, he inhaled a breath and smelled an all too familiar presence. It was Amelia. 

It was all quite amusing to Hannibal, the fact that she was here. The cannibal’s eyes did not leave the paper even once. He simply knew by her scent that it was her. Not allowing his focus to drift from his latest creation, he spoke. “A robin redbreast in a cage puts all Heaven in a rage,” The Psychopath recited, finding it quite appropriate though he never told her why. “Amelia Petrova, what brings you here, deary?” 

[ofcarnageandbloodlust-blog]

[Text]: I may have accidentally handcuffed myself to the stairs.

Text my muse one of the following…

[text]: And tell me, deary? Exactly how did this happen? [text]: Shall I come over to free you?