#carmilla sentence starter

[promptling]

CARMILLA by j. sheridan le fanu, edited by carmen maria machado

did you realize he killed her off?

who reads an introduction?

i long for the door to open.

i did not know that it was possible.

i did not realize my soil was not salted.

she is already dead.

someone did lie there, the place is still warm.

lord hear all good prayers for us, for jesus's sake.

the poor young lady is dead.

the letter appears to me to have been written in distraction.

i'm in one of my moping moods tonight.

i forget the rest.

was ever a being so born to calamity?

i cannot, dare not, delay.

it would be so delightful.

where am i? what is this place?

how do you like our guest?

tell me about her.

how very odd to say all that!

i hope i have not done a very foolish thing.

how wonderful!

i saw your face in a dream, and it has haunted me ever since.

i could not forget your face.

i don't know which of us should be more afraid of the other.

if you were less pretty i think i should be very much afraid of you.

i wonder whether you feel as strangely drawn towards me as i do to you.

i have never had a friend.

i shan't require assistance.

it is very hard to part with you.

young people like, and even love, on impulse.

heavens! if i had but known all!

your little heart is wounded.

if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours.

you are mine, you shall be mine, you and i are one forever.

what can you mean by this?

i don't know myself when you look so and talk so.

don't you perceive how discordant that is?

i think it very sweet.

you pierce my ears.

you must die - everyone must die - and all are happier when they do.

i don't trouble my head about peasants.

tell me nothing about ghosts.

i hope there is no plague or fever coming.

sit here, hold my hand.

that comes of strangling people with hymns!

i shall demand redress from him.

then you have been ill?

let us talk no more of it.

you would not wound a friend?

you are afraid to die?

girls are caterpillars while they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don’t you see—each with their peculiar propensities, necessities and structure.

are you glad i came?

how romantic you are.

i have been in love with no one, and never shall, unless it should be with you.

i live in you, and you would die for me, i love you so.

is there a chill in the air?

it is the last time, perhaps, i shall see the moonlight with you.

i have been thinking of leaving you.

do you think that you will ever confide fully in me?

you do not know how dear you are to me.

i am under vows, no nun half so awfully.

you will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish.

how jealous i am you cannot know.

you must come with me, loving me, into death; or else hate me and still come with me, and hating me through death and after.

there is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.

you are going to talk your wild nonsense again.

were you ever at a ball?

i was all but assassinated in my bed.

love will have its sacrifices.

no sacrifice without blood.

you see it now with your own eyes.

you must not plague me with questions.

you are not to trouble your head about it.

i should tell you all with pleasure, but you should not believe me.

you puzzle me utterly.

i had no hope of meeting you so soon.

[goodnightmemes]

CARMILLA SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS (PART TWO)

Lines taken from episodes s01e20 - s01e36 of the web series Carmilla. Feel free to change as needed. Part one is here.

❛ This need of yours to document everything borders the pathological. ❜

❛ Posterity doesn’t care. I should know, I live in it. ❜

❛ Whoa, you can’t tell it like that, like some boring history lesson! This is dangerous! This is exciting! This is flashback material! ❜

❛ You don’t think perhaps this makes light of my tragic back story? ❜

❛ I knew nothing of her, except she was very old and very wise and had pried apart the jaws of death to enact my rescue. ❜

❛ The wide world did open before me in death as it had never been in life. ❜

❛ I was never an abductor. I was a lure. ❜

❛ I couldn’t bear to give her up. ❜

❛ I had taken great lengths to hide what I was from her. But, [ name ] went to her in secret and revealed my true nature in the most horrifying light. ❜

❛ And so, my price for the disobedience was to watch [ name ] be taken away to some…certain doom. ❜

❛ I pretended to go along. I had no choice! ❜

❛ There can be great satisfaction in small revenges. ❜

❛ It doesn’t change the fact that my mom will scoop out your eyeballs and serve them in martinis. ❜

❛ Sorry, I’m not on board with untying someone who may eat me. ❜

❛ Pop culture has so much to answer for. ❜

❛ That’s some big talk, fresh meat. ❜

❛ Untie me and we’ll find out. That is what you’re here for, isn’t it? ❜

❛ Oh, yeah, victims who fight back are so inconvenient. ❜

❛ We don’t kill the targets! ❜

❛ Thank you for not letting him eat me. ❜

❛ That’s it? You just use me as a human juice box and I don’t even get an explanation? ❜

❛ Ugh, I’m a vampire and I’m pissed off. What were you expecting? ❜

❛ You never had much of a chance anyway. Sorry, cutie. Nothing personal. ❜

❛ Funny the way things work out, huh? ❜

❛ Fine. But only because I have nothing resembling a better plan. ❜

❛ Ugh, what are you whining about now? ❜

❛ Ethics are a ridiculous game played by children who think they can impose order on an arbitrary universe. ❜

❛ But the fact that we’re both not messily dead bodes well. ❜

❛ At what point in the last century did people give up on knocking? ❜

❛ The vampires loose. Why is the vampire loose? ❜

❛ Feel like telling me the secrets of your antediluvian vampire cult today? ❜

❛ So, after everything that she’s done to you, your big revenge is to be annoying? ❜

❛ And you know how you get to be centuries old? You pick your battles. ❜

❛ Not to ruin your big heroic entrance, Xena, but she’s not the one in trouble. ❜

❛ I have been doing my very best to be patient about the ambush and the hostage-taking and the starvation diet, but I am having difficulty remembering why it is I haven’t torn out your spine. ❜

❛ I was just…I was scared for you. ❜

❛ I care about you! Of course it’s my job to keep you safe. ❜

❛ Well, I’m sorry that my making my own decisions and being reckless is making it hard for you to do your job. ❜

❛ I like you. I really do. I like that you’re brave and strong and all kinds of righteous, but I don’t need a dad. I’ve already got that one covered. ❜

❛ It’s just, me and you…needing different things, y’know? ❜

❛ God, I hate this place. ❜

❛ So, it was kind of a long night last night. Seems the Alchemy Club lost control of this giant underground fungus. ❜

❛ Okay, you can stop pretending to be all callous and indifferent. They saw you save me. ❜

❛ Side note: what is it with people trying to burn that place down? Didn’t they already torch it back in 1904? ❜

❛ Well, nobody likes theater students. ❜

❛ Did you see [ name ] out there? Good thing she’s on our side, cause that was violent. ❜

❛ Yeah, I’d steer clear of her for a little while. Especially if she’s armed. ❜

❛ Yeah, sure. Okay, let’s just dissect my deeply painful past in excruciating detail. ❜

❛ Uh, yeah, crushes-on-vampires. ❜

❛ No! No. Okay. These are not things that happen. Vampires and evil, weird brain parasites, and giant mushrooms? No. ❜

❛ This needs to stop happening. I demand this stops happening. Just…be normal! ❜

❛ I get that this is all big fun for you. But you can’t just expect everyone to go along with all of this insanity. ❜

❛ Like it or not, weird is the way it is. ❜

❛ Yeah, or maybe just for tonight we stuff our faces with popcorn and watch bad scifi. ❜

❛ Blood…there was blood everywhere again. ❜

❛ Nothing should shine like that. Like the rotted heart of the world. ❜

❛ So, that’s not creepy. ❜

❛ Awesome. I didn’t need to sleep again ever. ❜

❛ Not to get all fascinated by weird things, but maybe it’s a clue. ❜

❛ How did you idiots ever trap me? ❜

❛ And since, uh, the subbasement where the archives are housed only exists after dark, a day trip was out of the question. ❜

❛ We are ready for the weird. We thrive on it. We tape our flamethrowers to our pulse rifles and we make the weird submit. ❜

❛ So we survived the research trip! Which, we should probably never speak of again. ❜

❛ Because somebody really did get absorbed into the Library catalogue. ❜

❛ Yeah, that’s the problem with the existence of horrors from beyond the dawn of time. Their lack of subtlety. ❜

❛ Eh, 1871 was a dull year. I decided to read Gilgamesh. ❜

❛ I thought I’d just…check to make sure you weren’t dead. And you’re not. So, that’s fine. ❜

❛ Don’t start expecting heroic vampire crap from me, cupcake. ❜

❛ I sure as hell know better than to spit in the eye of something old enough to think it’s a god. ❜

❛ If you want me to stop having heroic notions about you, you should probably stop saving my life. ❜

❛ I did dream about that weird black cat thing again, but I think that’s just my subconscious being weird. ❜

❛ If anyone had told me before college that fighting evil required this much paperwork, I would not have believed them. ❜

❛ Because A) she meddled in things that were none of her business, B) Did you really think we wouldn’t find out what you were up to C) we are ancient and terrible D) None of you are safe; we’ll take anyone we want. ❜

❛ Told you I’m not the hero of this piece. ❜

❛ What if the last thing she remembers is that I was awful to her? ❜

❛ You are ridiculous and headstrong, and naive, and this whole Lois Lane, Jr. gig is doomed, okay? ❜

❛ You can send a dude to college, but you can’t make him think. ❜

❛ Must be nice sometimes, though. To be normal. Or oblivious. ❜

❛ We drank a lot and danced like fools. Waltzing was fun. It had a frisson scandal back then. ❜

❛ Partners were face-to-face. Chest to chest. All of that, um…whirling. In 1698, it may as well have been sex. ❜

❛ Worst crush ever. ❜

❛ Are we calling the police? Possibly hiring a private investigator? Mercenaries? Bloodthirsty killers for hire? We can do that, right? ❜

❛ Is that new stuff appearing on the book because you spilled blood on it? Right, of course it is. ❜

❛ God, this just gets creepier and creepier. ❜

❛ What do you mean I’m back? I didn’t go anywhere. Did I…go somewhere? ❜

❛ Please tell me you didn’t waste an entire day making brownies. ❜

❛ Well, why does anyone start a cult? Wealth, power, eternal youth, to get back at people you knew in high school… ❜

❛ Did you record your own kidnapping? ❜

❛ Well, hey! If we get sucked into an underground evil, your deadline will be moved. ❜

❛ Can I have an extension on my term paper? Just for, like, a week, until the big soul-sucking ritual I have to thwart is over. ❜

❛ If you can’t keep your supernatural affairs in order long enough to get your assignments done, that’s your business. ❜

❛ This place was cleaner when you were tied up. ❜

❛ We just need something a little epic quest and a little more “borrowed from the museum of warfare and atrocities”. Maybe a nice bazooka… ❜

❛ Don’t be an idiot. Of course I’m doing it for you. ❜

❛ You didn’t come when I sent for you. ❜

❛ So if you’re gonna kill me, why not just come yourself? ❜

❛ Kill you? When you think of the lengths I’ve gone to save you from your own foolishness? No, but I thought we should talk without your little “friends” listening in. ❜

❛ Threats to the Sacrifice cannot be tolerated. One day, you’ll understand. ❜

❛ I think you’re a practical girl and you’ll see that everything I do, I do for the best. ❜

❛ That silly little creature couldn’t’ve loved you ❜

❛ Oh, darling, there’s no way for you to fight and nothing to fight with. Sometimes, that’s just the way of the world. And we must learn to bear it as best we can. ���

❛ So if it’s all doomed, why even bother coming to tell me? ❜

❛ I thought I’d offer you a deal. If you can keep your little…pet here from making more trouble, I’ll let you keep her. ❜

❛ Y’know, we’re up to being big damn heroes. ❜

❛ Remember, she’s safe so long as you keep her from meddling. If either of you get in the way again, all bets are off. ❜

❛ I will feel a lot better when we are all together and heavily-armed. ❜

❛ This plan keeps you safe. It keeps your friends here safe. That’s all we can do. ❜

❛ You’re right; it’s all that we can do, but what if there were more of us? ❜

❛ And then, unfortunately, I was hit in the head with a tomato. ❜

❛ And like all of their arguments, it quickly escalated into a free-for-all, with paintballs and quarterstaff combat and no concern for the destruction of property. ❜

❛ I won’t let you take her. ❜

❛ After everything, you didn’t even try. ❜

❛ Go away. Go run and hide. We’re done. ❜

❛ So, college isn’t turning out quite like I thought it would. ❜

❛ I won’t try and force you. There’s no way that we can win. We might not even be able to make a dent. ❜

❛ Some things are more important than whether you can win. ❜

❛ Goddamnit. Of all the imbecilic, idiot, suicidal…you just had to go and get yourself eaten. ❜

❛ I just got a text “Trapped in basement of old chapel. Come quick. Bring stakes.” ❜

❛ Yeah, I think we’re supposed to be filming our soppy heartfelt goodbyes or something. ❜

❛ We won. We actually won. We won, and [ name ]’s dead. ❜

❛ No, no, no, no. That was hardcore. We do not apologize for the hardcore. ❜

❛ The light was everywhere. You could see these figures in it, reaching out for you. ❜

❛ Y’know, I really am starting to hate this heroic vampire crap. ❜

❛ Oh, and she was doing the whole “you fools, you don’t know what you’ve done, you’ll regret this, zombies will eat your liver, blah blah blah blah” ❜

❛ People are finally coming around, realizing they probably should have been upset about going to a school that serves eyeballs in the cafeteria, has safety protocols for escaped cacodemons, and where mortal combat is a prerequisite for tenure. ❜

❛ You did it. You saved [ name ]. You saved almost everyone. ❜

❛ God, her sole possessions are, like, a pile of empty wallets and some punk rock t-shirts. ❜

❛ I’m gonna need all of the bleach. God, how did you not die? ❜

❛ So, we think she’s … I mean, she seems dead, but she’s a vampire, right? ❜

❛ Are you hurt? It looks like maybe you’re hurt. And I’m sorry I hugged you so hard that you’re hurt, it- it’s just that you were dead and- and now you’re not and- ❜

❛ Posterity can bite me. I have better things to do. ❜

❛ I have an idea. We just go. We leave for reading week and we never come back. I mean, we can do that, right? Right? ❜

[countlessrealities]

Plotted starter for @ofmoraliity ~ Alastor & Vox [ ft: Velvette & Rosie ]

Alastor idly ran a clawed finger along the thin cane of his microphone, eyes fixed on Carmilla and wide grin firmly in place, making it impossible to tell what might be going on in his mind. It had been a long time since he had attended one of those meetings. Ten years? More? In any case, it had been longer than he cared to remember.

The truth was that, even before his, ah, "sabbatical", he used to attend them only sporadically. While he understood the strategic value of such events, he had always found most of them quite pointless. It was all about settling disputes over territories and all the sort of politics no one cared about. Fact that was proven mere hours after said meeting had ended, when one of the Overlords crossed the lines they had voted to establish, as if the discussion had never happened.

In spite of all that, he was ready to admit that things seemed to have changed since the last time he had been in town. With Carmilla Carmine holding the reins, the discussion was handled by someone who not only had some proper common sense, but who also never beat around the bush and wasted everyone's time.

Also, unlike the previous times, he had an actual stake to defend, since he was sponsoring Charlie's hotel and said little endeavour was intimately connect with the whole Extermination talk. So, perhaps, that meeting would have turned out to be productive, to an extent. A little disappointing, since no one seemed to care about his prolonged absence, but not a total waste of his time.

Or, at least, he had believed so until the door had been shoved open, cutting Carmilla's off mid-sentence, and Velvette and Vox had stepped in the conference room. "Fashionably late", someone would have called them, but in Alastor's eyes, it was merely rude cheekiness.

The Radio Demon's expression remained unchanged, even if that took an extra effort when Velvette hopped in the spot at the other head of the table, leaving her associate the only still available seat. Namely, the one next to Alastor himself.

Oh deer.

He could have almost sworn that Velvette's eyes had locked on him for the briefest moment, before she had directed her attention back to her phone. Paranoia wasn't something he often indulged into, since he found it extremely inconvenient and annoying, but he couldn't help wondering if her choice of seat had a second aim.

"Before you ask, it's just me and Voxxy," the fashionista spoke up, before anyone could address the newcomers. "Val has better shit to do than listening to an old windbag like you. I was planning on coming on my own to represent, but someone insisted on tagging along."

Only then her gaze left the screen once more, this time landing on Vox, her painted lips curling in a subtle grin that was half way between knowing and mocking.

"Isn't that right, my darling?~"

[stardustedstories]

The Princes Bride Sentence Starters // Accepting

@missallanea asked: ❛ don’t make yourself a fool. ❜ / carmilla @ lucifer

Lucifer turned to the arms dealer who was much taller than he was, looking up at her as she glared down at him. A smirk on his face, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Trust me, I don't need any help with that," he declared, exuding confidence.

But after only a moment, he realized what he'd actually said.

".......wait, no, that's not what I meant," the king of hell added hastily, but now he was tripping over the words he actually wanted to say.

So he opted for answering a question with a question (despite the fact that Carmilla hadn't actually asked him anything): "Did you want something, Carmilla?"

[protectxthem]

@timeguardians​ asked: ❛ It was--- just a dream. No reason for all of this…twitchiness. ❜ Peggy remarks, pulling the blankets tighter to her shaking form. "Steve? Do you have them too?"

CARMILLA SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS (PART ONE) | Accepting

Steve frowns as he watches her pull the blankets tighter to her shaking form. He reaches a hand over to touch her and pull her closer to him with a nod. “Y-yeah. I have them a lot.” He leans his head against her’s, still holding her close. “Do you want to talk about it?”

[infernal-feminae]

Masquerade AU Starter Sentences

@a-hell-of-a-time said: “I feel like I know you.” Andre to Carmilla

"I...believe that is because we have already met, my lord. Does the Blood Ball ring any bells?" Granted, their interaction was very brief, but it was hard not to recognize a member of the Ars Geotia. Especially one so...coldly elegant.

[missallanea-aa]

@hotelzbin : ❝ but i believe any dream worth having is a dream that should not have to end. ❞ charlie → carmilla

"A noble aspiration. But consider this, princesa : if a dream is never to end, then what hope do we have for waking?"

Dreams were always such fragile things, something that seemed to separate those Sinners who still held onto those fragments of their humanity, even down here. Oh, she remembered her dreams — of a life well lived, of fame, of all those things she had robbed herself of ever chancing to own. During her first few years down here, she had held onto them. But it was so much easier to move forward, to become something that allowed a better chance of survival.

Something more than her human dreams would have allowed.

"Dreams are figments of your imagination, nothing more. Do not dream. Plan. You will have far more of a chance that way."

heathers the musical sentence starters

[floripire]

“Apparently, I’m just always codependent and ridiculous.”

legacies sentence starters ⟶ @dieasone

"you're not ridiculous," floribeth murmurs as she plops herself down in the seat opposite of carmilla. "codependent? yes. but ridiculous? absolutely not. i think it's a vampire thing, though. we - most of us, i can't speak for someone like my sire - have to watch as time ravages the people we attach ourselves to. again and again and again. in the blink of an eye, they're dead and gone. or will be. i struggle with that sometimes; it's hard, not to look at my best friends or my boyfriend and wonder what their headstone is going to look like. to combat that feeling, though, i've decided to spend as much time with them as i can. i also decided to record all of our memories. for later. for when they're not here anymore. i want to make some sort of digital memory tree - with anecdotes i can click through when i get sad. how did you... deal with all of this up 'til now?"

[intcthatgoodnight]

CARMILLA SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting

@ner0tic: ❛ I’m your new roommate, sweetheart. ❜ - to dexter from ashley !

A look of genuine confusion crosses his face, inelegant and awkward, his eyes widening and his mouth hanging open. He shook his head, pulling himself from his surprise. “I think you have the wrong apartment. This is 10B.” He pointed to the placard next to his door. Dexter certainly wasn’t looking for a roommate. His apartment was his safe haven, the one place he could let his facade of ‘normal’ fall away. He glanced behind her, down the balcony hall, a thought coming to him. “Oh, are you moving in next door? I heard them moving stuff out a few days ago.”

[unboundwanderers]

@xpeculiariity shouted: ( Candace to Looney ) ❛ I care about you! Of course it’s my job to keep you safe. ❜ | CARMILLA S1 STARTERS | Accepting.

                There was a silence, and he seemed momentarily caught off guard by this. The Doctor stood there in silence, looking up at the stars in the sky. They were in the central sand dunes of Sumeru. The Cold bit at their skin, but The Tardis exuded a warmth around them. The Police Box stood stationary, amidst the desert- only a yellowish-tinted white light leaked out from the windows and the sign. Other than that, the Police Box was battered- dusty- and The Doctor pressed his hand against it for a moment. He inhaled deeply, trying to figure out how to punctuate his words. How was he going to say what he was going to say?

                "Please Understand, you-" He stopped, leaning his head back and shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. "You seem nice," He commented, but that probably just made what he was about to say much nastier. He stopped for a moment, looking at her- looking past her- looking at the earth and the universe. She was just a centerpiece in a larger story, wasn't she? So was everyone, if he stopped to think about it for long. He's been alone for a really long time now, and he's been starting to talk to himself, recently. Did he really want to go back to the silence? To the lonesomeness?

                He leaned his back against the police box, looking outward toward Candace, and reflected. His brief but meaningful interaction seemed to merit weight after all even if he'd tried to present as stand-offish and unkind- she still got laughs from him- she'd still shared banter with him, and they'd had a brief but interesting wit. The Doctor pressed his weight against The Tardis, feet crossed over each other, body balancing on his heels... hands resting in his pockets. "I've been on my own, recently." He looked distant for a moment. "I had some friends with me, but..." He inhaled, looking away again- "Well, they weren't friends, they were..." He trailed off, stopping abruptly again. He let the silence finish the sentence,

                "One left me because I'd changed, majorly... and the other, well..." He looked distant, and at that moment- Candace saw this stranger, with the face of a young man... look so, so very old. "I'm three thousand years old," He looked at her. "There is evil out in the universe, and the race I came from... It's.... just me, now." He tried his best to articulate, no longer have any desire to hide the truth under so many layers. "But I have the power to limit the harm some forces can do, out there- and I fight that evil... I stick up for the little guys out there," He sort of rolls his shoulders around for a moment, inhaling sharply- "Even while you sleep, in your bed- on this tiny, tiny world- I'm out there, on another smaller world... stopping monsters."

                Hesitation creeps in again, "Sometimes I bring people with me because it can get very lonely, sometimes. It can get hollow- and empty," He inhales sharply again- before releasing a mellow exhale, "But it's dangerous out there... it's scary, but it's also beautiful, and enlightening- and... magical." He smiles at her, warmly- stars in his eyes twinkling so brightly as he describes the Universe as magic, showing this Genuineness in his eyes. "Now-" He continues, giving her a look. "You seem nice, and I think... maybe you could fit in, and if you'd wanna travel with me... I'd... like that." He smiled at her, leaning his head against the box.

                "But it's dangerous... and I need you to understand that."

[somerpmemes]

Carmilla S1 Starters

Change as needed

“We’re gonna get you in something cute… ooh, this is bad.”

“No, you can stop yelling!”

“Boom! Revenge is mine!”

“I mean, this is like a death threat, or a health code violation.”

“Are you really gonna try and pretend this isn’t a total freak show?”

“Oh, see, surviving. Yes, I like that plan.”

“A lot of problems can be solved by good communication.”

“That bunched-up little face you make when you’re angry is hilarious, buttercup.”

“Devastating interrogation technique there.”

“Well, there’s the scoop of the century.”

“Feel free to stuff it.”

“I really hope that it passes over you and I hope it doesn’t touch your face.”

“Are you really so damaged that you’re incapable of caring about anything?”

“And do you really think you’re doing a lick or actual good?”

“Hell, even you deserve better.”

“So, that was harrowing.”

“Sometimes a girl’s gotta manufacture her own excitement, y’know?”

“Sounds chivalrous.”

“What the frilly hell is this?!”

“Babes shouldn’t fight.”

“It’s only a matter of time before you get caught.”

“I think my brain has melted.”

“Huh. You do look like crap.”

“Try not to get all sweaty and delirious before I get back.”

“This is so childish. You’d think we were still six.”

“Schadenfreude isn’t very attractive, ___.”

“God, this age doesn’t understand obligation. It’s like an undersea anchor; impossible to escape.”

“You are entirely too sweet.”

“Well, that is gonna be incredibly boring.”

“Why are you wearing war paint?”

“Not that my excruciating awkwardness should even be a blip right now.”

“You’re jumpy.”

“Well, dreams are supposed to be strange.”

“How creepily specific.”

“That’s uncharacteristically considerate of you.”

“The devil you know, you know?”

“What contaminated your control samples?”

“You should have never gone out that late!”

“Everything in your fridge is made of glucose and palm oil. I’m surprised you don’t have scurvy.”

“Well, the fact that a terrible plan is our only plan is not really a selling point.”

“How do we feel about bear spray?”

“You look like you’re about to flee your brooding lover across the moors.”

“Don’t you look like a virgin sacrifice.”

“Parties should be a shimmering moment of possibility, not a collection of brutes around a piece of flaming driftwood.”

“Look, if you didn’t like it, you could’ve just said something.”

“Maybe I don’t feel like sharing you right now.”

“That would be more flattering if it didn’t make me sound like a canapé.”

“Such a cliche. I ought to know better.”

“Bumps and bruises, and the dubious legality of holding someone hostage in their own room aside, I think this is cause for a little celebration.”

“You know, at times like these a dude needs to be with his bros.”

“You cannot seriously think that we’re dumb enough to believe you’re innocent just because you say so.”

“Do I strike you as the type of person who plays well with others?”

“I hear they have a great collection of straight jackets and tranquilizers.”

“Buckle up, cream puff. We’re gonna be in for a long night. Or, you know, Wednesday afternoon.”

“This need of yours to document everything borders the pathological.”

“Posterity doesn’t care. I should know, I live in it.”

“This is dangerous, this is exciting… this is flashback material!”

“You don’t think perhaps this makes light of my tragic backstory?”

“Now I’m a creature of the night! I can sleep until noon every day!”

“There can be great satisfaction in small revenges.”

“All too tragic for sock puppets.”

“Sorry, ___, not on board with untying someone who may eat me.”

“Cute. Not gonna save you.”

“Yeah, victims who fight back are so inconvenient.”

“Fine. But only because I have nothing resembling a better plan.”

“That’s unethical. Considerate, but unethical.”

“Ethics are a ridiculous game played by children who think they can impose order on an arbitrary universe.”

“Well, if you were smart you’d take any advantage you can get.”

“Would you stop playing to the cheap seats for all of five seconds!?”

“I care about you, of course it’s my job to keep you safe!”

“Okay, you can stop pretending to be all callous and indifferent.”

“Like it or not, ___, weird is the way it is.”

“I’d like to find something to experiment on now.”

“Awesome. I didn’t need to sleep again ever.”

“Thirteen year old boys have so much more subtlety.”

“This morning, after a long night of fruitless research, it is more fruitless research!”

“None of you are safe, we’ll take anyone we want.”

“Alright, just stop all of this before I get queasy.”

“I get it, you guys are trying to help me because you think I’m dumb.”

“You can send a dude to college, but you can’t make him think.”

“Did you vacuum around me?”

“She might be traumatized but she isn’t wrong.”

“God, this just gets creepier and creepier.”

“It really doesn’t seem to be that scary. It’s probably a bad sign, right?”

“That silly little creature couldn’t have loved you.”

“Stone cannot love flesh.”

“If either of you get in the way again, all bets are off.”

“I will feel a lot better when we are all together and heavily armed.”

“Don’t you have a sword to go get?”

“After everything, you didn’t even try.”

“I won’t try and force you. There’s no way that we can win, we might not even be able to make a dent.”

“Some things are more important than whether you can win.”

“Yeah, I think we’re supposed to be filming our soppy, heartfelt goodbyes or something.”

“See you at the violence.”

“So, a completely unexpected thing just happened: we won.”

“I still cannot believe you used me as a human homing beacon.”

“That was hardcore. We do not apologize for the hardcore.”

“I’m going to need all of the bleach.”

“So, something happened and, um, I just wanted to come prepare you so you wouldn’t freak out.”

“Are you hurt? It looks like maybe you’re hurt.”

“We didn’t kill it?”

“I have an idea: we just go.”

“A holiday where you can’t kill people is a stupid holiday.”

“Alright, I’m going to regret this but, what’s wrong?”

“Murder her for Christmas! Murder her for Christmas!”

[goodnightmemes]

CARMILLA SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS (PART ONE)

Lines taken from episodes s01e01 - s01e19 of the web series Carmilla. Feel free to change as needed. Part two is here.

❛ Nothing, not even the homecoming goat sacrifice, disturbs the pursuit of knowledge. ❜

❛ I passed the test! 62%. Which is pretty cool. It’s like a gentlewoman’s C. ❜

❛ This is our college adventure, come on! ❜

❛ And how is the Jäger-bombinatrix doing this morning? ❜

❛ And really, why does anybody do anything? ❜

❛ I found it next to a pile of ick that started growing mushrooms the next day. ❜

❛ Don’t judge. My dad thought I’d use an iPhone to send high-resolution selfies to potential stalkers. ❜

❛ If an incident is in progress, please dial 4815 or activate the nearest blue tentacle phone. ❜

❛ To report an escaped entity or poltergeist activity, please press - ❜

❛ Fine. I’ve got three weeks of a journalism class and I’ve seen all of Veronica Mars. I’ll find her myself. ❜

❛ I don’t know, things just got so foggy after the alchemy guys released, you know, the fog. ❜

❛ I’m your new roommate, sweetheart. ❜

❛ Oh, this is not happening. You are not my new roommate! ❜

❛ Boom! Revenge is mine. ❜

❛ See? Blood.In the milk container. ❜

❛ This is like, a death threat, or a health code violation. ❜

❛ Well, there’s no denying it’s a little…odd. ❜

❛ How many people you know take Type O with their Chocoa Crunch? ❜

❛ Are you really gonna try and pretend this isn’t a total freak show? ❜

❛ Oh, see, surviving. Yes, I like that plan. ❜

❛ A lot of problems can be solved through good communication. ❜

❛ A lot of problems can also be solved by taking hair and blood samples to figure out exactly what kind of freaky it is you’re dealing with. ❜

❛ You filled a milk container with blood as a prank? ❜

❛ It was food coloring, and…and corn syrup. ❜

❛ That bunched-up little face you make when you’re angry is hilarious, buttercup. ❜

❛ I kept on having the same dream before. ❜

❛ And the darkness is in my eyes and in my throat and I can’t breathe, and … ❜

❛ I-I’m sorry, I can’t be here anymore. ❜

❛ I really hope that it passes over you and I hope it doesn’t touch your face. ❜

❛ Are you really so damaged that you’re incapable of caring about anything? ❜

❛ You’re a child. And you understand nothing. Not about life. Not about this place. ❜

❛ You know what? The sooner you stop playing Lois Lane, the better off you’ll be. ❜

❛ No, I’m not just gonna give up. ❜

❛ So, maybe that’s just how it is, but that does not mean that I have to accept it. I deserve better. [ name ] deserves better. Hell, even you deserve better. ❜

❛ It’s a town hall meeting! Remember your training, we’ve got five minutes! Run, run! ❜

❛ Sometimes a girl’s gotta manufacture her own excitement, you know? ❜

❛ We should be reinstating our night marches. ❜

❛ And then the Zetas piped in with this chant that pretty much sounded like “pizza or death”. ❜

❛ I think we’d make a pretty great team. ❜

❛ Yeah, a team. You and me, absolutely. ❜

❛ Hey, is that fish in your hair? ❜

❛ It is very, very nice of you large, large gentlemen to offer to keep me safe, but as you can see, I’m in my room. Snug as a bug in a rug. So, you’re good to go. ❜

❛ If I decide to go wandering down some dark alleyways late at night, you guys’ll be my first call. ❜

❛ Get the hell out of here before I feed you each other’s spleens. ❜

❛ Dude, she bit me! That is so not cool. ❜

❛ Guess that’s it for the truce, then. ❜

❛ We have been working nonstop and, not that we’re geniuses or anything, but I think we’re really close to a breakthrough. ❜

❛ I think my brain has melted. ❜

❛ Chocolate is comforting in the face of epic failure. ❜

❛ And what kind of thrilling adventure do we find ourselves on now? ❜

❛ This is so childish. You’d think we were still six. ❜

❛ Schadenfreude isn’t very attractive. ❜

❛ But I so had it coming, didn’t I? ❜

❛ God, this age doesn’t understand obligation. It’s like an undersea anchor; impossible to escape. ❜

❛ They’re the ones using dander collected at parties to seed an immense interconnected fungus throughout campus. ❜

❛ Apparently, it’s a communications experiment. Or, maybe a really complicated risotto recipe? I don’t know. ❜

❛ Sorry, I just forgot that I have to be anywhere but here. ❜

❛ Oh, no. You are entirely too sweet ❜

❛ But you’ve got to admit it looks pretty hinky. ❜

❛ Confronting her has historically been about as effective as using bug spray on Voldemort. ❜

❛ Oh, wow. That’s…why are you wearing warpaint? ❜

❛ Come on! Why are the hotties in this room always trying to hurt me?! ❜

❛ That is unfair, okay, cause I’m here out of the, like, bro-ness of my heart, alright? ❜

❛ So, has it even occurred to you that while you’re duking it out, nobody is actually out there protecting anybody at all?! ❜

❛ Ah, it’s mostly just paintballs and anchovies. I’ll talk them down. ❜

❛ It just seemed so real…like…that weird moment of clarity during magic hour or the moment right before a car crash. ❜

❛ I was in my room and there was something in my bed. Something under my bed. This dark, prowling thing without a face. ❜

❛ I tried to pull the blankets over my face to hide, but the darkness started seeping through them like blood, more and more, until I was drowning in it. ❜

❛ Well, dreams are supposed to be strange. Last night I dreamt I was trapped under a bed. ❜

❛ But, just a dream. No reason for all of this…twitchiness. ❜

❛ There is no twitching. There is an absence of twitching. ❜

❛ You know, if it’s really making you so miserable, I could get you something to help you sleep. ❜

❛ That’s uncharacteristically considerate of you. ❜

❛ Yeah, well, I just don’t want you losing it and torching all my stuff. ❜

❛ The results are starting to look profoundly WTF. ❜

❛ I know Silas has some quirks, but I’m pretty sure spontaneous combustion, super strength, and an all-protein diet weren’t options on my roommate form. ❜

❛ Your Snape/Ron fic’s still on the screen, spaz. ❜

❛ It’s a charm or whatever. To help with the bad dreams. ❜

❛ So, in the spirit of all this newfound closeness, maybe you could tell me where you go all night? ❜

❛ Mmm, well, I have to keep some of my secrets. Otherwise, I’ll lose my air of mystery, won’t I? ❜

❛ Oh, you know, I miss my dad, I have papers due. I’m about to be my roommate’s next victim. ❜

❛ Come on. Let’s get you changed into something with a little less whiff. ❜

❛ Everything in your fridge is made of glucose and palm oil. I’m surprised you don’t have scurvy. ❜

❛ As soon as we got there, everyone was leaving the building, and yes, as the sun went down, we started to hear something…skittering. ❜

❛ Before you realized the staircase wasn’t in the same place anymore? ❜

❛ Before we realized we might have gotten a little turned around. And that most of the computer monitors we could see were warning us to “Run. Run now”. And the skittering was getting closer. ❜

❛ We created a flamethrower using a lighter and some mace. ❜

❛ I get a text that says “Come quick. Stuck in Library. Bring fire extinguisher” ❜

❛ Okay, yes! It was stupid, and we’re lucky that you didn’t have to save our souls. ❜

❛ Well, yeah, but we know she’s a vampire. I mean, we’ve known that since the blood in the milk container, right? ❜

❛ You all knew I was living with a vampire and nobody said anything? ❜

❛ She’s not a vampire. There’s no such thing as vampires. She’s a…light-averse octogenarian with extreme hemoglobin deficiency and really good skin. ❜

❛ My roommate is an honest-to-Lestat vampire. How do we stop a vampire? ❜

❛ No! No! We can’t immolate everyone that [ name ] thinks is a supernatural creature. ❜

❛ Well, I have an idea but you are not gonna like it. ❜

❛ Okay, explain to me again how offering yourself as bait to your blood-sucking roommate is not the worst plan ever devised by womankind. ❜

❛ Well, the fact that a terrible plan is our only plan is not really a selling point. ❜

❛ You guys know that I can hear you, right? Maybe instead of peanut gallery-ing you can help me figure out how we trap a vampire? ❜

❛ How do we feel about bear spray? ❜

❛ What would Mina Harker do? …Get bitten. Mina Harker would totally try and act all alluring to the bloodsucking fiend and totally get bitten. Let’s not do that. ❜

❛ Looking at the stars. It’s comforting, to think how small we are in comparison. All the lives we’ve led, the people we’ve been, nothing to that light. ❜

❛ “Black as the pit and terrible as the night was Bagheera”? I always loved that. It’s beautiful. ❜

❛ Behold: Vampire bait! ❜

❛ Don’t you look like a virgin sacrifice? ❜

❛ Parties should be a shimmering moment of possibility, not a collection of brutes around a piece of flaming driftwood. ❜

❛ Feels like more than that. Like something seen underwater from a great distance. ❜

❛ God, I’m a nostalgic idiot tonight. ❜

❛ Maybe I don’t feel like sharing you right now. ❜

❛ God, what am I doing? Naive, provincial girl. Entirely too tightly wound. Such a cliché. I oughta know better. ❜

❛ I oughta know better. And yet…there’s something about you. ❜

❛ Also, I got my head smashed into a table, if anyone cares. ❜

❛ There is not allowed to be some new horrible thing! ❜

❛ You know, at times like these a dude needs to be with his bros. ❜

❛ Well, don’t look at me. I didn’t want to kidnap anyone to begin with! ❜

❛ Definitely not untying angry vampire. ❜

❛ You can’t just keep a hostage in your dorm room! ❜

❛ I”m sure there’s all sorts of things we could figure out through some minimally-invasive probing. ❜

❛ It’ll seem dire once they start your tribunal. ❜

❛ So the sooner you ���fess us and tell us what’s going on, the better this is gonna go for you because we have got…a spatula, and a stapler, and we are not afraid to use them. ❜

❛ You cannot seriously think we’re dumb enough to believe you’re innocent just because you say so. ❜

❛ Look, if I were really a vampire, would I just stay here, tied up, proclaiming my innocence as some sort of trick? ❜

❛ Yeah. That’s completely exactly what a vampire would do. ❜

❛ Do I strike you as the type of person who plays well with others? ❜

❛ Uh, we’re rehearsing a skit. Uh, yeah, the torture scene from Arsenic and Old Lace. Mmm-hmm, yeah, there’s a torture scene. ❜

❛ I hear they have a great collection of straight-jackets and tranquilizers. ❜

❛ I swear, if one more of your broken-hearted study buddies comes knocking at the door, I’m gonna start spritzing them like cats. ❜

❛ No, no, no! Please don’t die, please don’t die, you stupid vampire! Here, look, I’ve got blood. ❜

❛ The experience of being held captive by a clutch of imbeciles for something I didn’t even have the pleasure of doing is humiliating enough without having you wipe me up like a dribbling child. ❜

❛ Wait, you thought that was me trying to eat you? ❜

❛ Oh…Oh! So, when you were hitting on me, you were really hitting on me? ❜

❛ Could you just stake me now? Cause I think that would be less mortifying than this conversation. ❜

❛ If you want us to trust you, you have gotta tell us your side of the story. ❜

[seramilla]

Help me choose my next oneshot from different ideas I've been pondering.

Will most likely include 18+ / NSFW elements. Minors DNI!

DISCLAIMER: I MAKE NO PROMISES ON WHEN THIS WOULD GO OUT. I just want to get back to writing more longform stuff.

Will reblog again later for the day crowd.

[chxldeas-a]

@sanzenxsekai asked: “I think I might be falling in love with you.”

more sentence starters !! [NOT ACCEPTING]

“Ho? That’s quite the bold statement to say, Archer,” Carmilla chuckled. “But I must say, you aren’t hard on the eyes. A feisty woman such as yourself...interests me.”

[denombreuxcontes]

‘ i’m no one’s lapdog. ‘ ~Laura (for Carmilla)

legends of tomorrow sentence starters // accepting

            ‘ i never said you were, cupcake. ’ carmilla mused, plopping her stuff down on the bed. ‘ and besides, who would dare call little miss lauronica mars a lap dog ? surely you can’t think it’s me. ’

[petalpalmed-blog]

"Who did this to you? I'll kill them!" Carm to Laura

Protective Sentence Starters // status: accepting!

————-❝ Carm. ❞ Her voice is hoarse, strained. Tear filled eyes, red rimmed from crying, ones which never dare to meet Carmilla’s own. She could hear the rage in her lovers voice, could hear how it too trembled with force. Her back was still against the brick way of the alleyway, where they had left her, bruised and bleeding and pondering the question of why. It wasn’t anything supernatural that had attacked her, they were human, flesh and blood same as her own. Maybe that’s what made the ordeal all the more terrifying, knowing and personally experiencing upfront that human beings could do this to one another. No mercy shown, no logic nor reasoning behind the actions. She never did understand it, and she knew she never would.

Her arms are wrapped around her legs, pulling her knees closer and closer to her chest. Tears cascaded down cheeks, a usual rosy pink now darkened the homely colors of purple and blue, as they journeyed down the curves of her jaw and dripped from her quivering chin. She had long since stopped attempting to brush the tears away, to brush away the evidence that she had been crying at all — and now simply just allowed said tears to roam freely, one after the other in a never ending barrage. Her nose, tinged pink, sniffled quite frequently - though whether from the cold or the tears or both she would never come to truly know.

Laura didn’t know how long she had been sitting there until Carmilla had found her. She assumed it was near four in the morning, though whether her guess was correct or not she didn’t know, nor did she ask — as she found herself hardly unable to speak at all, except for the name of the woman whom meant everything to her. Her presence was so calming, it made her feel so safe and secure - even despite the events that had just happened. She just knew, that in Carmilla’s embrace, everything would turn out alright. Though despite how comforting Carmilla’s presence was, she still couldn’t force herself to meet her gaze. Was it the shame? The shame of allowing this to happen? The shame of always being some damned damsel in distress? Whether it be to supernatural elements or those of cold beating heart, she didn’t know.