"Now you listen here you walking pile of panic attack - "
He's looking in the mirror
"You're going to inhale/exhale your way through this bullshit if it's the last thing you do!"
"Your thoughts aren't real, your mind hates you, but you're going to give it the old *inhaleexhale noise* and you're gonna be okay!"
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*trying not to sound desperate* what's your system for not struggling with social relations?
people like it when they're given subtle compliments and when you let them talk about their own achievements, so, as long as you can get someone to think you're genuinely interested in their life they should come out of it with a good opinion of you
+ also people love complaining together so if you can try and bring up something you both dislike enough to have a fun rant on
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capping at 4; multis please specify.
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WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DRINK A VAMPIRE'S BLOOD?
" now, why are you wondering about drinking vampire's blood, carissima? do you have a secret lover, or are you just curious? " warm brown darkens as lips curve into a teasing smirk. cyrillo's closer than before, and you swear you can feel heat emanating from him despite knowing vampires are cold to the touch. he leans away as soft laughter escapes him. " don't worry, i am only poking fun. there are many rumors surrounding my kind, so i understand you might have questions. "
" drinking a vampire's blood will do nothing to you but create a connection between you and the vampire you drank from. our blood is magical to some extent, after all. ah, you look confused -- by connection, i mean you'll feel what they feel, and they'll feel what you feel. it can be rather... intense, to say the least. " cyrillo grins. you wonder if he might be implying something.
but it can't turn you into a vampire?
the mage hums. " well, not right away. "
what do you mean by that?
" exactly what i said, carissima. " cyrillo's tone remains light, yet his gaze is heavier as you meet his eyes. " drinking a little here and there won't turn you into a vampire, but drink enough, and it's possible. ' enough ' is quite a lot, really, if you want to be sure the change will happen. as i said, our blood is magical, and if you want that magic to take, you need a lot of it before you die. "
before i die?
he smiles. it lacks its playful tilt from before. " we are undead, remember? corpses brought back to life, lost souls returned to their flesh. " a small pause. " despite my own experience, i understand why some choose this life, but i hope it is a choice that is never made lightly. "
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we turn the page to a new chapter | mutuals meet cyrillo ♡
his hand rubs relentlessly at the scars on his wrist, turning tanned skin red as cyrillo stares up at the clear blue sky. the sun warms his cheeks, has him squinting and scowling, yet his gaze never leaves the aky above.
your wife died giving me her heart to keep your little one safe. did you plan for that, too?
he had. he discussed it with her as a possibility, a scenario to be prepared for; a small part of him always wondered whether or not she ever had to do it, and a larger part preferred to push the thought down. not knowing and wondering would be the end of him if he let it. though, now that cyrillo knew what happened after his death, of his wife's fate, he realizes the truth can be just as maddening.
she died without him, because of him. their daughter lived without both of her parents, raised by a valravn forced into servitude. he wonders how different all of their lives could have been if he hadn't deserted the army all that time ago.
cyrillo doesn't turn upon the sound of approaching footsteps. bronwyn did not save her biting words for a private conversation, relishing in his subtle discomfort ( despite centuries apart, it was disconcerting how well she knew him still ). he can only imagine the other is here to bring some sort of comfort, but the vampire would much prefer a distraction.
" i hope you aren't here to pity me, " he comments lightly as he slips his glove back on. " i made my choices. wise or not, i have to live with them. "
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"Sheesh! You beat up the Avengers, steal their powers, and then take over the world for the god of the moon one time, and you never hear the end of it."
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╳ ┊ u l t i m a t e » “....?!” Shadow suddenly stops in his tracks, hands moving to his temples ( but that terrible noise in his head is only getting LOUDER. ) Then— he drops to his knees.
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Sometimes people catch me being a dumbass and I honestly don’t know how to react
Like “that was a secret. Something to be buried under my blog forever once morning comes (even though morning is now). How did you find it so fast. You weren’t supposed to know I’m Extra Dumbass (again, affectionate).”
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~===Hazy Memories===~ {DC RP Starter}
Darkness. This is all she saw as she opened her eyes. She doesn't remember the last thing she was doing nor the last person she spoke to. It felt odd... lonely even. Unsure where she was, she only saw a dark void. Was she dead? Did someone manage to kill her?
It didn't feel like that, it felt more ethereal and airy, like she's just floating in some nothingness. That is until a light showed up; not a normal light, but one that flickered. She moved towards it, it felt like swimming but without water as she approached it.
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She slowly woke up, vision blurry and unsure of her surroundings. The flickering of a light above her gave her a clue, not much though as it was all... well, hazy and disorienting to her. When she noticed a shadow standing near her, she couldn't recognize who it was.
But the sound of beeping and other noises placed her in a hospital room of sorts, clearly somewhere in Gotham still as she noted a faint sounds of familiar sirens outside. She turned to face whoever was in the room with her, unsure who she was looking at as her vision was slowly becoming not as hazy.
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{If responses are slow, I haven't written a prompt in a LONG time, I apologize, but other than that, have fun!~}
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The sun was wonderful, except when it was creating some of the least pleasant sensations an being could go through. More so if not human and terrified of hard to come by complete darkness. Which meant he sure didn't have his most carefree attitude. Far too late sunglasses to reflect the light from his eyes.
Countless unvoiced grievances aired against his maker. Should close them, should rest so they could just heal up but instead came the verbalization of an terrible idea. "You know what, I should just stare directly at the sun for once because that would be far less of an fucked up nonsense than this."
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