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@vcmpiredctor
indie and fandomless oc based on my original vampire lore. nsft and triggering content will be tagged accordingly. mun is 36+. written by skippy.
main ship: @pittresilience
side blog: multi muse side blog @byskippy
a study in: overcoming trauma, defeating demons, letting love in, being kinder than the world, finding oneself and making a better future than one's past
carrd / memes / promo
does sal have resting bitch face?
yeah, he really needs to learn how to smile more
just a mild case
salvatore??? never
skippy's button!
~ @vcmpdctor || liked for an Irina starter ~
"I hear my son is being annoying - So I brought you a care package." Irina steps into Sal's office, placing a gift bag on his desk. Inside, there are some books and a little plushie that looks like Finnegan.
She sits down, eyes watching, curious. "Are you looking after yourself? You're not spending all of your time working, are you? Because I will drag you out of this office myself, if I have to."
"it's alright, i don't mind him...half the time." i was kidding, of course. something that i hope is evident with the smile on my lips and the tone of my voice as my gaze went from irina to the gift bag that she set on my desk.
"is this for me?" i asked, the smile growing as i walked over to the bag. taking the books out and looking at the titles and then the plushie that looked exactly like my cat. "this is so sweet, thank you. and thank you for the books. i look forward to reading them."
i sat at my desk and set the stuffed animal down in front of me, dismissing her concern with a small wave of my hand. i know people get concerned about me when it comes to my work and taking care of myself, but i don't want them to worry about me when i feel like others are more important.
"i'm alright, irina. no, i'm not always working here. i do go home sometimes and i even spend my free time doing things that don't involve work. how have you been doing?"
just realized i deleted all my icons for sal without meaning to, so i'm gonna go die now
send sal things while i work on drafting replies and such <3
✧✦⭒ SONG ASSOCIATIONS —
send a symbol and i’ll give you a corresponding song for the prompt!
🎼 A song that reminds me of my muse’s vibes
🎶 A song that reminds me of my muse’s backstory
🎧 A song used for writing my muse
🥁 A battle song for my muse
🎭 A sad song for my muse
🎉 A happy song for my muse
📣 A song for when my muse is upset or angry
⚡ A song that my muse would listen to
🎆 A song my muse would sing or dance to
🎺 An instrumental song for my muse
✨ A theme song for my muse
🔊 A leitmotif for my muse
🌠 A song for our muses
🖤 A song for our muses’ ship
🔮 A random song from my muse’s playlist
🐝 * ― 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑪𝑨𝑵'𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ i can't be the person you want me to be. ❜ ❛ i can't be the only one fighting for this. ❜ ❛ i can't be the reason you hate yourself. ❜ ❛ i can't do this anymore, but i don't know how to stop. ❜ ❛ i can't do this if you don't trust me. ❜ ❛ i can't hate you, and that's the worst part. ❜ ❛ i can't keep loving a ghost. ❜ ❛ i can't keep waiting for you to choose me. ❜ ❛ i can't look at you the same way anymore. ❜ ❛ i can't lose you, too. ❜ ❛ i can't make you love me. ❜ ❛ i can't sleep without thinking about what happened. ❜ ❛ i can't stop thinking about the way you left. ❜ ❛ i can't tell you the truth without losing you. ❜ ❛ i can't tell you to stay when i know you want to leave. ❜ ❛ can't you hear yourself? ❜ ❛ can't you just do me this one favor? ❜ ❛ can't you lie to me, just this once? ❜ ❛ can't you please just listen? ❜ ❛ can't you see that i'm trying? ❜ ❛ can't you stay, just for tonight? ❜ ❛ can't you stop pushing me away for five seconds? ❜ ❛ can't you tell i'm scared? ❜ ❛ can't you understand that i needed you? ❜ ❛ can't we go back to before everything changed? ❜ ❛ can't we just be friends? ❜ ❛ can't we just have one normal night? ❜ ❛ can't we pretend, just for a little while longer? ❜ ❛ can't we try again? ❜ ❛ you can't ask me to stay after everything you did. ❜ ❛ you can't decide how you want me now. ❜ ❛ you can't erase what happened. ❜ ❛ you can't fix this with an apology. ❜ ❛ you can't just show up here without calling first. ❜ ❛ you can't keep punishing me for surviving. ❜ ❛ you can't leave like that and expect me to still be here when you come back. ❜ ❛ you can't love someone only when it's easy. ❜ ❛ you can't promise forever when you can't even promise tomorrow. ❜ ❛ you can't save me from this. ❜ ❛ you can't say you love me and then disappear. ❜
Com-MUN-ication Meme
🥰 I secretly admire you
🤓 I don't dare talk to you, but I enjoy reading your threads
👋 I just came to break the ice and say "Hi!"
🙂 How are you, mun?
🤔 I want to write with you, but I don't know how our muses might interact
💡 I have a plot idea for our muses
😕 I want to ship with you, but our muses have never interacted
😔 I want to ship with you, but I don't know if you're interested
❤ I want us to be mains
💞 I want us to be exclusives
💍 I want us to be ship exclusive
💘 I want to discuss romantic ships with you
💚 I want to discuss platonic ships with you
🖤 I want to discuss hate ships with you
💜 I want to discuss familiar ships with you
😇 Can you write a starter for our muses, please?
😄 Can you send me some memes, please?
💖 I love you, mun!
🌟 You're my favorite blog
😊 We should talk more OOC
😓 There's a thread I'm waiting for you to reply, but I don't want to feel like I'm rushing you
😬 I want to send you a meme about (x), is it okay?
❣ I want to write fluff with you
👄 I want to write romance with you
🔥 I want to write smut with you
😭 I want to write angst with you
😱 I want to write horror with you
🤩 I WANT TO WRITE EVERYTHING WITH YOU
send sal things while i work on drafting replies and such <3
indie and private multi muse ft ocs and muses from various canon fandoms. nsft and triggeirng content will be tagged accordingly. side blog to @vcmpiredctor .mun is 36+. written by skippy
benedict had bought the ring knowing he wanted to truly seal the forever part of their band. words carried a lot of weight, yes. in his eyes though he believed that one's own actions carried the same amount, sometimes even more weight. he'd had his own fun before finding salvatore again. but there hadn't really been any truly serious relationship. part of him wondered if there had always just been a hope deep down he'd find his first love again. of course he hadn't anticipated it coming true. that built into his decision for this moment even more.
they may technically have all the time in the world, but being separated so forcefully once before made him believe it could happen again. he didn't it to obviously. but the possibility could always be there, even if it were a small percentage. to him the ring symbolized a physical show of his love. a permanent reminder of their bond for them and for others to see. they could finally show their love in public without fear of repercussions. that is definitely one of the main things he does not miss about being born in the 1700s.
so once his words seem to have settled and salvatore responded to his proposal he sighed. a sigh of relief from all the built up suspense of a surprise proposal. sometimes being spontaneous could be a good thing, at least in moments like this. the vampire couldn't believe it at first, but he had an inkling that sal would've accepted. the timing of when the proposal would take place had been the only thing in question. the quick little kiss made him smile and his cheeks definitely felt a little warm now too.
"i should admit now that i've been waiting to do this for about a month, but never knew the right time," he grinned, laughing a little. "but i came home before you and came across the box and decided now was the right time. i didn't want to wait any longer," he nodded, reaching forward to pull the other man into a hug. they could finally embark on this page of their relationship together. marriage felt the perfect piece of the puzzle.
"a month?" i must say i'm impressed by his ability to keep it a secret, but then again he's always been better at it than i have. if it was me planning to propose to benedict, i know i would ruin the surprise before it was time to reveal it. i can remember times in the past when we were younger and i would spoil secrets both with benedict and my parents.
there's also the fact that i wouldn't know what to even say if i was kneeling before the other man with a ring that i hoped to put on his finger. the proposal was perfect the way it played out because it was the sweet man before me who did it. "this was definitely the right time." i said with a small laugh of my own, reciprocating the hug with a kiss to the side of his head.
i tried not to think about anything negative at this moment because it was meant to be good and the start of our new life together, but there was something bittersweet about the whole thing. we were older than we were back when we first met and fell in love. i would have loved to marry him back then if society allowed it and life was kinder to us. but we were still able to spend eternity together that we'd get to enjoy as husbands. that was more than enough and i told myself to cherish every minute that we have together.
does sal have resting bitch face?
yeah, he really needs to learn how to smile more
just a mild case
salvatore??? never
skippy's button!
" Nearly every time I've seen you. " Her elbow poked at his arm, a light nudge. Just enough to punctuate her sentence, and accompany the humor on her face. " Perhaps this means I need to drag you out somewhere... someplace fun. We'll see if those muscles in your face know how to turn upwards. "
"i might be a vampire, but that doesn't mean i forgot how to smile." i couldn't help but smile as if to prove the point to amara who i knew was just teasing me. the idea of being taken out somewhere did sound a bit intriguing, though i did wonder what she had in mind for me. "depends on what you want to do. it could either be fun, or it might end up coming back to bite me." funny how i'd mention that when i am a vampire, but i'm sure amara knew what i was trying to say.
give this a like for a small starter <3
" Uhhhh, " Honestly, embarrassment hurt worse than any of the scrapes and bruises. She didn't even want to sit on his sofa... not just from the discomfort that moving and sitting brought, but because she really didn't want to risk getting blood or mud on his nice furniture. But, she was too tired to argue or protest, so sit she did.
" So you know how really tall fences can be really sharp? Turns out they're super pointy both climbing up them... and falling off, and hitting every little spikey bit on the way down. " Slowly, she rolled up her sleeves, exposing the myriad of bleeding scratches all the way up her forearms, from when she'd scrambled to catch herself. Her voice hitched up, then, words coming faster. " Look, I'm really sorry to bug you, I know it's late. Normally I would just go to the ER and call it a night, but I don't, " ( want to deal with more ghosts tonight ), " want to deal with all that, you know? Or I'd just take care of it myself, but my first-aid kit's in my car. And my car is at the mechanic, so... sorry. I'll make it up to you, I swear. "
i listened intently to her story, wanting to give her a chance to speak so i could get all the important information about what happened to her. my attention went to the scratches on her arm that looked easy enough to treat with some medicine and bandages. "hey, you're not bugging me. you're always welcome to come to see me when you're hurt."
i reassured her with a hand taking hers that i gently squeezed, speaking in a calm tone that i always used with patients who were scared and in need of help. "you're my friend, page. my door is always open to you, okay?" a small smile and then i added, "are you hurt anywhere else?"
𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
“ am i not good enough? ”
“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”
“ why did you help me? ”
“ who do you fight for? ”
“ why do you hate me? ”
“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”
“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”
“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”
“ where do you think you’re going? ”
“ how long have i been asleep? ”
“ are you going to kill me? ”
“ why can’t i come with you? ”
“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”
“ did you want to be alone? ”
“ why should i trust you? ”
“ wait. did you hear that? ”
“ promise me? ”
“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”
“ do you remember anything at all? ”
“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”
“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”
“ may i have this dance? ”
“ can i ask… what happened? ”
“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”
“ do you ever hear yourself? ”
“ would you run away with me? ”
“ could you be happy here with me? ”
“ you can’t or you won’t? ”
“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”
“ well, how do i look? ”
“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”
“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”
“ what did they do to you? ”
“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”
“ where have you been? ”
“ why are you looking at me like that? ”
“ why did you come? ”
“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”
“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”
“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”
“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”
“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”
“ can you forgive me? ”
“ what if i never see you again? ”
“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”
“ how about a little midnight snack? ”
“ are you… smelling me? ”
“ how did you get this scar? ”
“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”
“ what did you want to tell me? ”
no ai usage over here. you’re gonna get my shitty authentic writing whether you like it or not
