dead boy.

please ( stop ) you're scaring me i can't help this awful energy god damn right you should be scared of me who is in control ???

[charlekelly]

[tokenvamp-blog]

itsreynardine:

As Reynardine listened to Pete’s plan, he realised that it was no use trying to change his best friend’s mind; he was set, and ready to roll with the punches. Though, after seeing the male fight, it was more him throwing the punches than receiving them. It was probably why, as he mentioned, vampires were nervous around him; Pete wasn’t soft, but Reynardine still couldn’t help but worry about him. He’d protect him with his whole life. “That’s a big maybe, Pete.” Reynardine returned, trying to believe in the theory, but there seemed to be more cons to this plan than pros – and the werewolf damned how much he cared sometimes. He didn’t want the worse to happen; he was getting pretty tired of people dying, and he feared Pete would be next. He had faith in the vampire to hold his own, but the side of Reynardine that had seen many disasters worried that the plan would crumble.

But he felt guilty. Rather than dissuading, he should be ready to run in there, guns blazing. In their case, claws and fangs. He should be supporting his best friend every step of the way, and really he had nothing to lose, but Reynardine hoped for an alternative end. “I suppo–oi! Cheeky…” A word he wasn’t about to say, but it helped crack a smile. Humour was desperately needed. “Of course you don’t. You and I both know that you never listen to me.” The werewolf chuckled, but it trailed off into a sigh, “Alright, listen. I’m not happy with your plan, but I can’t change your mind. And even though I’m not a big fan of fightin’, I don’t have much choice, to be honest. I’m not goin’ to stand on the sidelines, watchin’ some shitheads try to kill you, because then I won’t be doin’ my job of lookin’ after you, yeah?” Playfully yanking Pete’s hood up over his head, the werewolf pulled the strings until it was tight around the vampire’s face, “’Sides, I’m the only one allowed to beat you up. Nobody else is allowed to bully you, y’know.”

“But it’s something.” There was more to his plan than perhaps he’d ever told Rey. Pete had spent countless nights on the streets in Chicago, alone, hunting out anybody with a connection to the Dandies. Anybody who couldn’t help him ended up with a stake to the chest -- he wasn’t looking to form a one man army, but he needed to find Beckett, a dude who isn’t exactly available in a phonebook. Increasingly on his patrols, Pete had found himself saving people in danger -- making a name for himself. He’d become quite the fighter. In fact, even the Candles had mentioned offhandedly to him something about the ‘decrease in vampire attacks’, the lack of stray vampires loitering in the streets at night hunting down humans, the quiet. His efforts didn’t matter much, he still had no idea where Beckett was. “The longer he gets away with this, the more he’s mocking me. The more they all are.” 

“You certainly smell like a house pet. Don’t worry, I was never a cat person.” Pete doesn’t respond to the statement, he doesn’t feel like he needs to, a slight smile almost forming on pale lips -- before his hood is completely covering his head. He barely looks impressed, but after a short while there’s a tiny laugh. A rare one. “Yeah, you wish. You can’t exactly beat me up anymore, ‘m stronger than you.” Theres silence for all of one minute, before he pounces, knocking Rey back onto the floor and grinning above his face. “See. Proof.”

[tokenvamp-blog]

has pete even washed his hoody in like three years? lmao.

[tokenvamp-blog]

itsreynardine:

Reynardine wanted to point out that the vampire had, pretty much, already killed him – but somehow, it didn’t seem appropriate. Even said in his usual jokey way wouldn’t have made the situation any better; if anything, it would have made it worse. He didn’t want the joke to backfire and make his best friend feel even more guilty. Instead, the werewolf lightly grinned at the comment and muttered a ‘Yeah, I know,’ as he affectionately bumped Pete’s shoulder with his own. Even in dire times, they still had their stupid humour; without it, the world would be shittier than it already was. Man, if he did die, Reynardine would miss out on their daily banter, and the thought sucked.

Just about managing to grab his pack of cigarettes, Reynardine took a slow moment to pick one out and place it between his lips, “Uh-huh.” He answered, fishing out his lighter and proceeding to light up the fag, “Don’t want you settin’ on fire, or anythin’.” A humoured snort, and Reynardine took a drag, savouring the taste; it might well be his last now. “Nah, let’s chill inside. I don’t want to drag anybody else into this, yeah?” The werewolf had no doubt that Patrick could make anything, but he would be extremely surprised if he could reverse the effects; he was smart, but not that smart. This was a miracle job. At the question, Reynardine chuckled around the cigarette, “All I have is you, buddy. And…uh, I don’t think you can help. Usually people contact their relatives, but I don’t think my parents are on the scene. ‘Sides, they probably think I’m already dead, any way.” Taking another drag, the werewolf shrugged one, heavy shoulder, “Let’s go inside? I want to get comfortable.”

“for the record -- you taste disgusting.” pete’s joke has little sarcasm in it, as though all effort to make it funny had dissipated along with his will to carry on. if rey died it would simply be ANOTHER thing to hate himself for, another reason to become a martyr for the whole of chicago; both humans and vampires alike. “maybe we’re just panicking for no reason, ‘n you’ll turn into some kickass wolf hybrid with FANGS. that’ll show all the guys tryin’ to hunt us.” but he refuses to accept that rey could die from this, he refuses to be the kid who killed his best friend because he was so stubborn. but maybe that was just inevitable.

parents. a great change of conversation. “mine ARE dead.” he mumbles, refusing to let off that it bothers him way more than it does. he wouldn’t dare utter the fact that REY was all he had now. sure the candles were there, and he needed them, but this dumb guy was his brother. “need me to carry you in, or will you stop being a little bitch long enough to walk inside. i don’t want you FALLING on me or anything -- you look heavy.”

[tokenvamp-blog]

ofapparitions:

my active(ish) blogs;

@sinclcir, @tokenvamp & here.

[tokenvamp-blog]

candyfxngs:

            EXCITEMENT, or at least something akin to that emotion, reigns supreme over the younger vamp’s features, a pleasant rarity even with their current predicament. ❝ No, Pete, I had my eyes closed the entire time. I saw absolutely none of that, ❞ SARCASM, it’s truly Charlie’s favored form of communication. ❝ Yes, you idiot, I saw that - now how about we get the fuck out of here, and celebrate somewhere a little safer. ❞

     “Don’t be boring--and hey, there’s no way i’m leaving, i’m ready for round two.” Maybe it was healthy, to take his anger out on something other than either himself or the various target boards back at Candles HQ. Knife throwing was never his thing, anyway. If she wanted him to leave, she’d have to drag him away. Hell, she probably would.

[tokenvamp-blog]

Dig into my muse's life | headcanons

1:When did your muse lose their virginity?

2:Who was your muse's first kiss?

3:Which parent(or guardian) does your muse prefer?

4:Who are your muse's closest friends?

5:Does your muse have any phobias?

6:Which sibling is your muse closest to? If they have no siblings, which family member?

7:If your muse had the opportunity to turn into the opposite sex for a day, would they take it? If so, what would they do?

8:Who was your muse's first crush?

9:What is your muse's sexual preference?

10:Most problematic thing your muse has ever done?

11:How important is family to your muse?

12:What is your muse's happiest memory from their childhood?

13:What is your muse's saddest memory from their childhood?

14:What is your muse's deadly sin?

15:What would your muse say to their younger self if they could go back in time?

16:How does your muse see themselves in 5 years? What about 10?

17:How does your muse deal with their anger?

18:How does your muse feel about religion?

19:Is your muse more self loving or self loathing?

20:What is your muse's addiction?

[tokenvamp-blog]

    ( @candyfxngs -- ) 

“I just kicked their asses, you see that? I saved you and I kicked their asses, hell yeah. Nobody messes with Pete Wentz, hmm.” Whoever said he was always a grump had it completely wrong, he was only pissy 98% of the time.

[jckielantern]

[tokenvamp-blog]

phantom-tastic:

A Little Less Sixteen Candles

[tokenvamp-blog]

itsreynardine:

The moment Pete disappeared off into the factory, the werewolf momentarily let down his guise of bravado; he felt nauseous and dizzy all at once, but he had managed to sit upright with a reassuring smile to prevent Pete from worrying. Without the young vampire being here, however, Reynardine slumped his head between his pushed up legs, staring at the concrete beneath him; he down-right refused to panic in front of his best friend, but his vision still blurred. Huffing out a few quick breaths, the werewolf pushed down the fear that threatened to turn into an attack, furiously wiping at his eyes before Pete could return to see them. He was so pathetic, sometimes.

Reynardine was back to being calm once his best friend returned, watching with a slight grimace as the blood bag was destroyed within seconds, “Ew, dude – where’re your table manners?” A chuckle followed as the werewolf grinned, though laughing alone took more energy out of him than he could handle right now; where he was once warm, his body was now shivering. Reynardine huffed out a breath, pressing his cheek against the railing behind him as he attempted to ground himself, “Wait – so I’m not doin’ an Irish jig right now? Man, I must be worse off than I thought.” A snort as the werewolf offered the vampire a side-glance, before he squeezed his eyes shut and smiled wide, “I dunno, dude. We’ll see soon enough, won’t we? Pass me a fag, though - it might be my last one!”

       “Sorry dude--was I meant to use a straw, or somethin’.” He quips, despite it coming out as something highly serious rather than a joke; which perhaps is what he wanted it to be. When sufficiently drained, the bag is just dropped to the side, he’ll sort it out later. ( And, probably, go back to the office for another, at least that way he wont be getting hungry again for a good short while. ) “Don’t joke about that Rey, please don’t... I swear if you die, i’m gonna kill you myself.” He realises that regardless he’d have killed him, it was of course his fault that Rey had even got bitten. There’s a moment of consideration, what the hell would he do if he didn’t have this dumb werewolf keeping an eye on him. Sure he had the Candles, but they weren’t this close to him. They weren’t going to stick by him through thick and thin like his big brother was.

“Sure.” The vampire flits again, reappearing briefly to just hold out the pack to the other, taking a seat at his side on the ground, red hood pulled up as if it’ll keep him safe from the shame of what he had done. “--we should go inside though... Or I can go out and get you something, anything, it’s not gonna be light out for an hour or so. Or I can ask Patrick if he knows what to do, he’s helped make the shit that--” And he stops himself mid sentence, because he’d stopped drinking that concoction mere days after it had been created. He may hate himself, but that stuff was toxic. Something told him that after this disaster, he’d be back on it. “--whatever, he’s smart. Or... do you know anybody that can help?”

[memesandthings]

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

[tokenvamp-blog]

Ghost Adventures Starters

"I hate the basement. I'm just putting that out there."

"I've come a long way to talk to you because I think you're a piece of crap."

"Is this spirit being a smartass?"

"You look great for being... not alive."

"Ghosts don't even like me."

"It's cold, it's dark, and it's exciting as hell!"

"Are you banging your head on the wall?"

"Something is up here, gathering all the power it can."

"If this is the portal of hell, why don't you come up out of that ground and get us?"

"Here I am in the sugar shack!"

"I hope you can hear me up there in the damned attic!"

"I can't wait to get locked in here."

"Dude, he's kinda creeping me out. No joke."

"Have you ever heard of those guys who wear jackets when it's really, really hot out?"

"I can't believe they left me out here, all by myself, with this music playing."

"Wait, am I standing on his grave?"

"I have respect for all spirits... except for you."

"I just wanna see where the massacre took place."

"This right here is like putting holy water on a demon."

"I'm just pumped! Are you guys pumped?"

"I smell beautiful."

"Do you see that? Because I can't, either."

"You have reached your final destination. Hell."

"This is tougher than it looks on tv, trust me."

"This is beyond dangerous. I don't recommend anybody do this."

"It was probably the most dangerous, craziest thing we've ever done."

"Hey, we're just lost. We need a place to stay."

"Thank you for knocking."

"I've got a teddy bear for you!"

"Were you stabbed in this room, Sir?"

[tokenvamp-blog]

jollllyjackson:

i was at an ap physics saturday session and the teacher was talking about gravity, saying that we’re all attracted to each other

behind me, one kid says to his friend “i’m attracted to you”

and with absolutely no hesitation, he replies “my foot is attracted to your ass”

[itsreynardine-blog]

Honest thoughts on Pete?

“Okay, ‘m allowed to say this ‘cos he’s pretty much like my little brother,” A grin appeared on the werewolf’s face, “Fact is: he’s a little shit.” Reynardine released a snorted laugh, before he shook his head with a wide smile, “Nah – only sometimes. He’s honestly a good kid, but circumstances have been mean to him, y’know? I’m biased; I’ve known him since we were kids, so of course I’m goin’ to say nice things about him.” A pause. Reynardine tugged on his bottom lip briefly with his teeth, before releasing a quiet sigh, “Well – okay, there’s a difference now, though. We’ve both changed since turnin’, but he’s a lot more…reserved. Angrier, too. Sometimes it’s like talkin’ to a brick wall, and I worry about him a lot.”

“He’s so hard on himself, as well. He used to be pretty care-free. We used to joke all the time, but now I feel like I’m throwin’ jokes out just to cheer him up.” Reynardine sounded frustrated for a second, but it dissipated into concern, “He doesn’t look after himself properly, either. It’s either not sleepin’, or gettin’ to the point of hunger. Now he has this obsession with fightin’ Beckett. I say this with love, but he’s an idiot. I can’t stop him from goin’ through with this, and I’m tryin’ my best to keep up, but who wants to potentially see their best friend gettin’ killed, right?”

“Stubborn is another word that comes to mind, definitely.” Despite his previous rant, an amused smile managed to wheedle its way onto Reynardine’s face,”Like babysittin’ a five-year-old, y’know? Nobody can tell him what to do – not even me. That’s nothin’ to do with him bein’ a vampire, though, ‘cos he’s always been like that. And weirdly enough, that’s somethin’ that I like about him, ‘cos at least that side of him hasn’t changed. I hold onto the little things. Sounds cheesy, I know, but this vamp thing has been changin’ him for the worse, and I sometimes wonder whether the Pete I know now will be the same Pete in so many months’ time. I don’t like to think about that, though…”

[sunshine-memes]

Drunk sentence starters.

[tokenvamp-blog]

sunshine-memes:

“See, I’m not too drunk, I can still take my clothes off.” “I lost my pants - but I found myself.” “I feel like a pickle torpedo… In a sea of graham cracker crumbs.” “I’m not a violent guy. If there was a ghost up there at that stop sign I would just let him pass. Even if it wasn’t his turn I still wouldn’t punch him.” “IT’S THE PYTHAGOREAN THEOREM YOU FAT MOTHERFUCKER!” “Look at all this snow, imagine if it was sand, but still cold, no wait, warm snow. I like the beach.” “I’LL PROTECT YOU! I’M BATMAN!” “Let’s see what’s in this cabinet! What the fuck is in this cabinet?! There’s nothing interesting in this cabinet! I’m going to slam this cabinet shut now! Let’s move on to the next cabinet.” “If I had 47 dragons, I’d give you one but only one.” “Suck my dick, I’m a pterodactyl!” “German people are quiet, then BOOM! They take over Poland for no good reason!” “I’m not David Hasselhoff!” “Please don’t think bad about me, ‘cause I’m drunk. I’ll be a good wife, I know where to buy good tomatoes and cucumbers!” “I think that rock is judging me. FUCK YOU YOU WHORE ROCK.” “Don’t worry, when I’m in charge you can still be deputy of fire truck planet.” “Fuck this pizza.”

[memeroundups]

Confrontation! Sentence Memes

You don’t think of anyone but yourself.

Admit it, you’re scared aren’t you?

You’re out of control!

I hardly ever recognize you anymore, you’ve changed.

You spend all your time locked up doing lord knows what!

Don’t sneak up on me like that.

I heard the commotion last night… it must of been a terrible dream.

Listen, about last night…

Here’s a tip, stop hiding behind excuses each time someone is worried about you.

Why are you alone most of the time?

Weren’t you friends with them?

Aren’t you tired of lying to yourself?

I should have known better… than to be fooled by you.

You’re pretty satisfied with serving on your knees most of the time, huh?

Quit getting in my face.

I’m warning you, get off my back.

I didn’t need your help.

You say you don’t recognize me, but you’re the one who’s changed.

When will you quit pretending to care? I’m tired of your lip service.

You can’t stand being next to me. Why is that?

Not everyone is going to leave you, but not everyone is going to stay.

You’re gonna get nothing but sass from me if you don’t change the topic.

How many have you killed?

What if they catch you?

This is dangerous…

I know you didn’t have the best relationship with your father/mother…

You’re tired of fighting, aren’t you?

What have you ever gotten out of this?

They’re using you. 

I was only using you.

I’ve known your secret this entire time.

Do you really think no one will find out?

Someone is bound to see the true you and I’ll be there for your reckoning.

You only push me away. Let me help.

Are you suggesting we commit treason?

Stop. I won’t have these unnecessary misgivings. Focus on your task.

Your skepticism is easy to read. What is it that you’re doubting?

In the end, you’ve only gotten more pain. I’m sick of this.

You’re going to run away?

Make no mistake, we’re not friends.

You’re low. Lower than scum.

I’m only helping you this once.

Be a little more grateful about my help, you would of been a goner.

You can’t do this alone, let me go with you.

You keep can’t doing this yourself, let me intervene I’m sure we can resolve this.

You keep being singled out, it isn’t fair.

Quit mothering me, I said I’ve got this under control.

Maybe you should stop worrying about me and look at yourself first.

Help me? You could hardly help yourself.

Of course making friends would be easy for you, you’re eager to please.

You really are an emotionless robot.

Don’t touch me.

Get out.

Get away from them!

Watch out!

You’re in danger.

Your loved one is in danger.

If you won’t do it, I’m sure your friend wouldn’t mind being in your place.

Please. Talk to me.

Don’t you ever say that again.

Shut up!

Let go of me.

Tell them how you really feel.

You’re not fooling anyone with your haughty display of strength.

Tell me where it is.

 You said you’d never lie to me.

There’s nothing wrong in doing what is absolutely necessary. The ends justify the means.

You obey order without question, you’re just a docile dog aren’t you? No, maybe a pup.

Maybe if you stopped being such an ice queen people would enjoy being around you.

[tokenvamp-blog]

itsreynardine:

Seeing his best friend flinch in sight of his curled fist had Reynardine feeling horrible; he was always the calmer of the two, and the werewolf had never raised his voice or threatened violence towards the vampire before. Forever the protector. He was just scared. Despite instinct telling him to defend, Reynardine loosened his fist and held his arm by his side, making it clear that he wasn’t going to hit Pete. He never wanted to again. Still, the male stepped back and kept a close eye on the other, watching as he, too, backed away; trust wasn’t gone, but it was certainly wavering in this moment. 

“Oh.” Reynardine responded, trying not to reveal the uneasiness in his tone. Nausea, on the other hand, had already climbed from his stomach to his throat, and the werewolf reached back to hold onto the metal railings. “…I hope so.” It was said quietly, praying that Pete was too young to turn anybody. Catching sight of the vampire staring at his neck, the werewolf pulled his hoodie further upwards, using the hood to disguise the puncture wounds. “I didn’t mean to shout at you, Pete. I’m just…just annoyed that you didn’t come to me for help. I’m here, you idiot. I’m always here for you.” God, he felt dizzy. And hot. “Look – I knew about the blood shortage. I picked up on it, so I stocked up on some packs. Stole ‘em. They’re in the office.” He had to sit down, otherwise he was going to fall down. “There should be enough. Go get ‘em, buddy. I’m just gonna…chill here for a bit, ‘kay?”

      “I’m sorry … I didn’t want to be any more of a burden. I know you’re here for me. You kinda always have been.” Pete’s words linger before he disappears momentarily, flitting off to the abandoned office to search for the stock which, just as Reynardine had promised, was there; it made him feel completely awful. Why hadn’t he just come to the wolf originally, this is exactly why he left his place the first time. He seemed to always disappoint, making brash decisions instead of sticking by the people who had always sworn to help him. Shaking hands are shoved into hoodie pockets as he presses a cold back to the door, giving him a second to breathe. Why was he so stupid? Why didn’t he just accept the help that others tried to give him? A moments reflection consequently follows, before he takes one of the bags in his hand, appearing back at Rey’s side in an instant.

    If it wasn’t for the hunger eating away at him, he wouldn’t have torn the top of the blood bag completely off with his teeth; definitely highlighting the animalistic tendencies that vampirism brought about. The bag was practically emptied, and his sleeve was used to wipe his mouth ( a perk of the red colour indeed ) before he disappeared for mere seconds to ditch the bag. “Does it still hurt? You’re alright … right? You’re not …” His eyes have returned to their usual dull brown, a clear sign his hunger was sated; for now at least. “… gonna turn because of me?”