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“ Ah yeah! ” She pumped her fist in the air, wiping away the sweat that had accumulated on her brows as her nickname flashed on screen as the newest high score. DDR was her wheelhouse, as it should be. Kathleen had taken all kinds of dance classes while in college, improving different aspects in her major and, in turn, finding a good outlet for all of her extra energy. So, after spending most of the day just out sightseeing and hiking with friends, all of her excitement had to be let out. One trip to the local arcade and a bit of happy squealing, along with her friends sighing in relief, and she’s on the machine, raring to go. Five songs later, her friends were drinking big gulps of water, while others that dared to challenge her did the same, and it seemed a bit of a crowd had formed.

The most recent loser had to be dragged by his girlfriend off of the machine; Kathleen felt a bit bad about that, but he was the one who tried doing that song on challenge, trying to show off. Some of the kids, who she felt should’ve been home by now, had laughed him away, and were now holding out their hands for high fives, which she graciously returned. “ Hey, come on now! I can do another song or two, if anybody feels up to the challenge! ” She shouted to the crowd, her friends and the kids joining in with their own yells. The crowd seemed apprehensive, looking around at each other to see who would come up, but no one moved. Taking her phone from one of her friends, the actress checked the time, looking out at the entrance to confirm that night had certainly fallen. She wanted and needed to take a shower soon, go out to dinner with her friends before everything closed and maybe take some good night time photos for her grandparents. Sighing, she put her phone in her pocket, “ Okay guys, guess that’s it, if no one’s comin’ up. ” Her friends nodded in agreement, though the little kids let out sounds of disappointment. She giggled, ruffling their hair, “ Well get someone up here then! I could try and come back tomorrow, but I kinda doubt I’ll have the time. ”

Like a moth attracted to a flame, Paul was drawn in by the sounds of a party. It was his regular shindig, surrounded by 8-bit music and hyper laughter, but he usually found himself engrossed in a shooter game. He wasn’t interested in half the machines in this place, because they never managed to get rid of the energy inside him. This time, however, the vampire bypassed the shooters and headed straight towards a crowd gathering around the dancing machine; everyone looked so hyped. Whenever there was giddy energy, Paul was instantly involved, and he was more than ready to push his way to the front; it was like the beginning of a concert, where goers were already riling themselves up before the singer even got on stage. It was a euphoric feeling, and Paul didn’t want to compare, but it was almost on par with taking an E-bomb. Almost. By the time he’d witnessed this chick destroy three challengers, the vampire was nearly bouncing on his feet, even more so when she offered another round -- and yet nobody was volunteering. The party had just begun, and already people were putting it down; he was having none of that.

Quickly scanning the crowd and seeing the apprehension on people’s faces, Paul determined that it was going to be him getting up on that machine; he was more than happy with that arrangement. Although he’d never played before, by watching the others, he was pretty sure that he understood the rules; follow the arrows on screen, tap where appropriate, and look good doing it. The latter was going to be no problem at all. Back at the cave, with his rock box on full blast, Paul thought himself a master of entertainment -- much to the annoyance of Dwayne, who’d rather it be quiet on some nights. “Hey, hey - don’t be so quick to disappear, girl!” Paul spoke up, a wide smile set on his face as he hopped up onto the platform, making a show of rolling his shoulders in preparation of some intense dancing, “How’s about we make this more interesting, huh?” The blonde began, his tone bordering on sincere but there was no doubting the hint of amusement, “Loser has to buy the winner not one, but two, beers. Two beers, girl, that’s the deal.” Sticking out his hand, Paul encouraged her with a raise of his eyebrow and a light smirk, “Shake on it, if you’re brave.”

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Violence/Death themed ask memes/prompts

((Obviously, lots of trigger warnings here so please be careful - Violence tw, death tw, killing tw, physical abuse tw, blood tw))

“Is that blood?!”

“You didn’t have to kill them!”

“Your car is dented, who did you hit?!”

“I could always just kill them…”

“Why are your knuckles bruised?”

“Just go! I’ll clean up this mess." 

"You busted my lip!”

“You clean up, I’ll hide the body.”

“They deserved it.”

“Dont you dare hit me!" 

"I liked killing them.”

“Oh God, there’s so much blood!" 

"Don’t be a baby, I only kicked you in the balls.”

“Kill them! Go on!" 

"Who gave you that black eye?!”

“They died happy at least." 

"Do you want me to hit you?!" 

"Get rid of them and I promise I’ll never bother you again." 

"I’ll kill you, I swear!" 

"They were trying to kill me! I had to defend myself!”

“I’ll kill every last one of them." 

"Ow! I think you’ve broken my arm!”

“I’ll fight beside you." 

"Are you burning a body?”

“I was protecting you!”

“Don’t be alarmed, but I may have just run a guy over.”

“Have you ever killed anyone before? Be truthful.”

“It was an accident!”

“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you hit them with your car!”

“Burn the body and lets go.”

“I’m glad they’re dead!”

“They’re not going to make it.”

“Don’t you dare die on me!”

“I had to do it.”

“I killed them so we can be together, don’t you see that?”

“I may or may not have a dead person in my basement.”

“I am sick of cleaning up your mess!”

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someone: why did you murder those innocent people?

me: I Love To Have Fun

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Initiation’s over, Michael. Time to join the club!

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Marko Appreciation Post

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“You’re just a gift that keeps on giving, aren’t you, Michael?” There was amusement in David’s tone as he greeted the male, a light grin appearing on his face. He didn’t need to turn around to realise who it was that entered the cave; Michael’s scent was enough indication. That,  and the fact that the male preferred to walk in, rather than fly like the rest of his boys. “Sit down, Michael.” Turning his head to finally notice the male, the vampire offered a chuckle that sounded almost condescending, “Don’t worry -- we’re just going to talk.” No trickery like last time, if David could contain himself.

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RALEIGH RITCHIE SENTENCE STARTERS.

❝ Lord help me, I am crazy. ❞

❝ Space is all I know. ❞

❝ Words are cheap. ❞

❝ Fuck what you heard. ❞

❝ Life is boring. ❞ 

❝ You make it hurt. ❞

❝ Let’s break up. ❞

❝ Do you think I’m a loser? ❞

❝ Who needs friends? ❞

❝ We’re the greatest. ❞

❝ You make it worse for me. ❞

❝ Was it something I did? ❞

❝ I’ll sleep when I am dead. ❞

❝ Paint that shit on a canvas. ❞

❝ Please stay with me. ❞

❝ I’m gonna stay inside. ❞

❝ It hurts but it’s working. ❞

❝ You’re a man now, boy. ❞

❝ Loving you’s a bloodsport. ❞

❝ Judge me, I will understand. ❞

❝ We’re gonna live forever. ❞

❝ Please don’t walk away. ❞

❝ My sight’s beginning to fade. ❞

❝ Sorry I missed your birthday. ❞

❝ I’m just a human sacrifice. ❞

❝ Use me like a human parasite. ❞

❝ I’m starting to feel weak. ❞

❝ You’re my addiction. ❞

❝ Our love is only fiction. ❞

❝ Maybe I’m misguided. ❞

❝ I can read you like a book. ❞

❝ You were supposed to make it easy. ❞

❝ We were supposed to be a team. ❞

❝ Are you some kind of creep? ❞

❝ You say we’re forever, but I don’t think we’ll last.  ❞

❝ If we could just try, maybe we’ll move on. ❞

❝ I’m nauseous, and I’m seeing four of us.❞

❝ I don’t use the bed in my room. ❞ 

❝ When I rise I’ll be stronger than ever. ❞

❝ I believe I can turn this ship around. ❞

❝ Everyone in the town’s dead. ❞ 

❝ Too much time is pulling us together. ❞

❝ This can’t be life, this can’t be me. ❞

❝ Living without you is the darkest place. ❞ 

❝ We’ll be out on the pavement if we don’t change shit. ❞

❝ Living with you is proving more than I can take. ❞

❝ Don’t fight me now ‘cause you might need me later. ❞

❝ I do the Devil’s work seven days a week. ❞

❝ I have not yet forgiven myself. ❞  

❝ I don’t even watch the news. ❞

❝ It’s turning me bad. ❞

❝ Don’t listen to what they say. ❞

❝ Don’t take the medication. ❞

❝ They never loved us anyway. ❞

❝ I haven’t brought the goods yet. ❞

❝ I don’t want to make this awkward. ❞

❝ I’m only young, I’ll be forgiven. ❞

❝ I don’t like not having a plan. ❞

❝ Are we here to say goodbye? ❞

❝ Who am I kidding? I’m sad. ❞

❝ Last night was sordid. ❞

❝ I’ll stay in the wilderness. ❞

❝ I wish I could support you. ❞

❝ Stop thrashing at my head, love. ❞

❝ Stop pulling on my clothes. ❞

❝ I’m curious as to why you’re so furious. ❞

❝ They will try and keep you but you’re still mine. ❞

❝ I love you, and you’re strong, dear. ❞

❝ I’ve given up on what you call living. ❞

❝ I’m not alone, I’m just focused in my zone. ❞

❝ I’m not lazy, I just can’t face it all. ❞

❝ I’ll got to church, I’ll make my peace. ❞

❝ I won’t be crushed the weight of this town. ❞

❝ Nothing is getting in, not even light. ❞

❝ Maybe we rushed this, maybe it’s too soon. ❞

❝ Things can get ugly, but we’re still a team. ❞

❝ It’s driving me mad and I’m fighting it. ❞ 

❝ I’m not growing up, I’m aging. ❞

❝ I can give you time if you need it. ❞

❝ My breath smells a bit and I’m first thing ugly. ❞

❝ I believe in change, but I’ll always be the same. ❞

❝ I smoke too many cigarettes and drink too much. ❞

❝ I hope you don’t mind my X-Men poster. ❞

❝ I hope this is alright for you, ‘cause I’m afraid it’s all I’ve got. ❞

❝ Even if I fall in love and have kids, will you wait for me? ❞

❝ When we’re grown up will you still like me? ❞

❝ There will be blood, but you will be loved. ❞

❝ I still feel a pang of guilt about the snails I killed. ❞

❝ Though this body’s taller, sometimes I feel smaller. ❞

❝ Honey, we made news and that’s all we did this for. ❞

❝ I’m trying to stay grounded and keep some order in my life. ❞

❝ Can’t be bothered with college, it’s just a human zoo. ❞

❝ I’m the same, except that now I take a pill or two. ❞

❝ It’s too late because I’ve already decided their fate. ❞

❝ I just wanna be home with all my friends and family. ❞

❝ Nothing is perfect but your imperfections are quaint. ❞

❝ Drugs and girls, love and death, are all that go through my head. ❞

❝ I’ve been taking time to discover what’s underneath. ❞

❝ I’ll protect you until the day I meet my maker. ❞

❝ What’s the point in fun if it’s forbidden? ❞

❝ I keep throwing up, I’m not feeling rosy. ❞

❝ I’m a superhuman for sure. ❞

❝ Maybe I’m just being selfish. ❞

❝ I drive you crazy, but you always return. ❞

❝ Who needs friends when you’ve got drugs? ❞

❝ Who needs meds when you’ve got love? ❞

❝ I’m sad as fuck and I’m feeling lonely. ❞

❝ How can I please you when I can’t please myself? ❞

❝ I will burn the people who hurt you the worst. ❞

❝ I’m fine, I just need time to make this place a home. ❞

❝ I’m here to make a stand for causes I don’t understand and make a statement. ❞

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Your writing is fantastic!!

Oh, wow – thank you so much! That’s very kind of you. I hope I do the boys justice ♥

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The Lost Boys (1987) dir. Joel Schumacher

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“Live to Ride”

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Hunting had helped both Thomas and Lillian make it big in the community, becoming well known on the east coast as one of the best hunting duos out there, and with the growing fame came growing enemies but also larger rewards. The latter helped them finally do something to further both of their goals, while also, hopefully, getting rid of the former issue: moving. It was hard, at first, to leave her friends and loved ones who lived so close, moving all the way to the west coast, but at least most of them understood and let them do as they wanted. Though of course they promised to write or skype or call as much as possible, and Thomas had to swear to Will and her father that she would be safe. ‘This job is never safe,’ he had said, ‘But I promise to hurt anybody that harms even one hair on her head.’ That both men accepting enough, but both had uneasy smiles as they hugged the teen goodbye, even as she tried to dissuade their concerns.

Though even she was worried about moving to Santa Carla. It was mostly at the unease of their infamous subtitle ‘Murder Capital of The World’; both hunters had heard enough stories to consider that to be true. But it was definitely a place worth protecting, it seemed. The people greeted them so sweetly, and the sights from their new coastal shack were too beautiful that any image of blood splattered onto it churned the teen’s stomach. Instantly fiercely attached, especially after entering school and growing fond of teachers and new friends, she knew she wanted to protect it just as much as she wanted to protect her hometown. Thomas never looked prouder at her driven heart, and they both set about to work. One, two, three in the span of about two months, and all of them seemed ruthless. Barely had any humanity at all. But even with that, Thomas always did the last blow, or quickly diverted his niece’s gaze from the blood on her hands; even with such drive, she never had the stomach of a huntress.

That’s why she hated her nights out alone. The first one was killed by her hands alone, and she couldn’t help but cry and shake as she desperately cleaned her hands in the sea water then trudged home. She didn’t want to be in that state again. She wanted her words to get to them, and hit the humanity and kindness in their hearts. Sadly, it didn’t always work out that way, and she knew that well. So she was always on edge, hands always in her coat pockets, ready with her sharp words and her gun as she lingered back in the park, slowly weaving through the stalls. 

But her caution didn’t warn her of such a surprising guest, gun whipped out as the sound of fluttering clothes and an amused comment sounded behind her. His smirk only lasted for a moment, and the way he talked indicated why. His brothers and sisters. Obviously loyal to those the hunters had killed, and both of them had guessed they all must have been connected to a coven, with all of them going out to feed so close to one another. Though, if he at least knew her face; knew she was the one that killed them, why nothing until now? Her remark was to challenge that question, and his laugh didn’t seem to answer it. But then his action startled her, letting out a shriek and tensing as he got to close for comfort, heart sinking as she tried to shrink away. The fierce terror that was invoked in her by any supernatural transformation never disappeared, and the change in the man’s face, especially the freakishly long fangs, made her heart beat faster in fear. His next words and swift movements had her raising her weapon, finger barely touching the trigger before the gun is yanked from her hands and she’s raised in the air, shriek upgrading to a scream. Why this? Why tonight? “ P-Please, no, this won’t help anything! ” Her voice is panicked, but she tries to calm herself down, looking around and rummaging through her pockets for any options of escape. She had her pepper spray, the tips of her finger dancing on the bottle. Her head just barely touched the edge of the the roof of the nearest stall. Her gun was now way out of reach, but maybe circling back… “ This won’t help you avenge them; it will only get you hurt or killed by me or any other hunter living here! ”

Ever since the two moved to Santa Carla, it had proved difficult for vampires to feed; it was getting dangerous, and far too risky at night. Some had back-up resources of blood, but it wouldn’t last. Even his boys were getting agitated, cautious about stepping out of the cave without looking over their shoulders; it shouldn’t have to be that way. The hunters should be the ones afraid. They had managed to sort out the last hunters living in this place, and it could quite easily be done again. David was going to make sure of it. Dwayne and Paul were more head-strong in their ventures, but Marko had refused to join in twice now; he was dwindling, and that only fueled David’s anger more. He was the youngest and therefore needed more sustenance, yet he spent those nights drinking from the ornate bottle of blood reserved for initiations.  None of his boys should have to cower because of some little girl and her uncle.

It was getting so bad that the residents of Santa Carla started believing their town was becoming safer. There were fewer missing persons posters plastered over notice boards, shop windows, and billboards; it was wrong. To David, the faces of their victims scattered everywhere was like a trophy cabinet; it was their achievements. It showed that the boys’ ran this place, and the residents were right to be scared of their loved ones going missing. The power they held over Santa Carla was perfect, and now these hunters were messing it up. Getting in the way. David relished in the hold they had over Santa Carla; he enjoyed being in charge and things going their way. His way, more importantly. The fact that these hunters were interfering with the natural order of things was a huge mistake. Just like the brothers and sisters they slaughtered, they were going to be eliminated -- starting with this brat.

Face so close to hers, David seethed, “You think this is about avenging them?” He couldn’t give two shits about those Max, his sire, turned; they were stupid enough to get themselves killed. They were only made to add to the terror in Santa Carla. If this was one of his boys, however, then he’d do everything to make his anger known. The threat to his boys was enough to warrant his attack. Just like the previous hunters who dared to try and stake them in their own home at Hudson’s Bluff, “They were weak, and pathetic.” He would have to have a word with Max about who he chose to sire. David could rely on his boys any time of the week, because he made them; they were loyal, respectful, and chaotic. He was very specific about who he wanted, and managed to sought them out individually; Dwayne first, then Paul, and finally Marko. Each had their own story the day David changed them, and the vampire never regretted his decision. “No -- this is about getting rid of you. This is the Lost Boys’ domain, and you’re in the way.”

A low growl came from the vampire as he suddenly swooped downwards, rushing them towards a game stall with its shutters down. The park blurred with the speed they were going, wind whipping harshly around them from the coldness of the sea, “Perhaps I should feed you to my boys!” David threatened, barking out his words with powerful ferocity, “They’re starving because of you!” Not tonight, however. Tonight, David told them that it was safe to feed, because he was going to take care of the girl whilst the uncle was off-shift. They could have all the blood they wanted, and the streets of Santa Carla were going to run red again. He had a promise to keep, and David was going to commit. As soon as they reached the stall, the vampire released his hold on the girl and watched as she tore straight through the foundation of the stall, another growl releasing from the bottom of his throat, “C’mon! Get up and fight back.”

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This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this — please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.

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The Lost Boys (Joel Schumacher | 1987)

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“I’m not even sorry.”

Dwayne had just finished a well-needed cigarette when he heard the commotion down at the front. It sounded like the beginning of a concert with all the hollering and hooting, but it wasn’t Friday; there was no scheduled band performing on the sand as usual. Crushing the end against a nearby bin, the vampire casually followed the crowd that was quickly forming on the steps leading down to the beach. Something was happening, and Dwayne was certain that it wasn’t good; nothing innocent ever occurred in Santa Carla. He should know; he was part of the sinners. Pushing to the front of the crowd, his suspicions were confirmed when he saw a group of Surf Nazi’s bothering some kid. They were never satisfied with staying in their own lane; they had to start fights every day. It wasn’t as if the Lost Boys were any better, however, since they enjoyed winding up the Surf Nazi’s; David was prone to flirting with their chicks every now and again just to evoke a reaction.

It looked to be a fair fight, and Dwayne was on the verge of walking away when he spotted a flash of metal. Fuckers. One of them was packing a switch-blade; it was a dirty advantage. Dwayne wasn’t about confrontation, and he didn’t even know this kid, but he wasn’t about to watch him get slashed for a few punches. Ironic, considering him and the boys had ripped out the throats of Surf Nazi’s for less. Shoving a few people aside, the vampire hooked his arms under the kid’s armpits and pulled him back, distancing him from the Surf Nazi with the blade. “You think that’s fair, bringin’ a switch-bade to a fist fight, huh? Fucker.” Dwayne called out, shaming the Surf Nazi directly as he kept a firm grip on the male; he looked about ready to lunge, oblivious to the danger, before the vampire intercepted. The embarrassment caused the group to walk off, leaving the crowd to disperse slowly. 

The comment had Dwayne releasing the male, staring him down straight away; it wasn’t meant to be intimidating, but he needed to listen. “You’ll be sorry when you’re bleedin’ out. Santa Carla isn’t the kind of place where people care, ” his voice was monotone, but there was some sharpness to it, “Who started the fight?”