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PINNED POST.
Heyo, I’m Mango, I’m 25+, use she/her. and I’m in the PST timezone. This is an rp blog for a fandomless vampire slayer oc.
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the audacity of the rpc to keep using T.om Elli.s as an fc but barely anyone rps Lucifer anymore.
you're scared of losing people but who's scared of losing you?
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why is sol such a precious bean tho..
literally him
#he’s still a shit but it’s okay
PLS
why is sol such a precious bean tho..

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@cafesol it's the bestie theme.
open : any verse
no response comes from the greeting, the only sound that comes from his side of the line is the quiet hum of the air conditioner, odd for someone who had placed the call himself. on the other line, sol’s fighting with himself, thumb hovering over the end button call, looking ever so enticing.
it’s late, the very reason he didn’t wake his sisters up, the very reason he feels guilty for calling in the first place. but he’s already in too deep, he can’t just hang up now.
he runs his hand over his face, taking a shaky breath in, exhaling before he finally breaks the silence. “ i’m sorry for calling so late, i just— i don’t think i can be alone right now. ”
His call had come unexpectedly. Normally she was the one calling at some ungodly hour, whether it was because of emergencies or emotional turmoil, she was normally the one losing it.
Now she was on the other end. It felt unusual but not wrong per say. She wasn't sure if she should be relieved she wasn't the one needing comfort for once. "I get it, trust me, I get it." She fiddled with the cord, it curled around her fingers much like the messy red ringlets of hair that framed her face.
If only he could see her now.
God, she was lucky the call didn't awake her household. "Do you want me to come over? Or do you want to come here or--" Her voice trailed off as she racked her brain for potential hangout spots at such an hour. There weren't many. The mall was closed as were most restaurants aside from a few fast food and diners. The library? Out of the question. The parks might be okay.
Or maybe they'd just hang out at whoever's house. Regardless, she was there, no questions asked.
I’ve been on this show since I was in college… It’s weird that I’m still sixteen. But I’m very grateful to still be sixteen.
Holland Roden in the “I Want to Feel Alive” music video

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It had been an exceptionally bad day. Had a fight with her mom earlier and while fights weren't uncommon, it had been a particularly turbulent one.
And as par for the course, one thing always led to another. All the things she had been pushing down, all her frustrations and traumas were bubbling to the surface. It was no wonder she felt her eyes start to water as she wiped away the tears.
All she wanted to do was scream but it seemed it got caught in her throat, trapped with no way of release. Just a constriction that kept getting tighter and tighter.
❛ here, you look like you're freezing. ❜ from haruka
🐝 * ― 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
The gentle voice of a girl, close to her age gave her a blanket. "Oh, I'm fine." Her breath was visible in the cold weather no doubt, but she didn't feel it much on her, aside from her face.
But that was a given.
"What's your name again? Sorry, I didn't catch it."
Some thoughts on Angela and her step-dad, Gene: Angela didn't get on with her bio-dad, Arthur. He was a rough father figure, not very emotionally intelligent and an overall very gruff dude. He wasn't really one for vulnerability and her mom isn't either. She's trying but it's hard.
Victoria and Arthur were both too cold and this led to their divorce. Gene does help her (gently) to open up more but it's a struggle for her. Angela definitely is closer with Gene than her bio parents. She lovingly calls him dad. Arthur is still dad but begrudgingly. Dad is a mere title.
Whereas Gene is concerned, dad is spoken with love and affection.
Then the whole supernatural business starts and she grows more distant from him to protect him and the rest of the family. She doesn't think she can tell them, they're not going to believe her. It puts a lot of strain on their relationship and he worries about her a lot and sometimes there's arguments, but he's still a very supportive but worried parent.
𝙰 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚁𝙾𝚃 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄…
Grief
Maybe the world was right, when it said what happened was not your fault. When it declared your innocence so many times that the words lost any value that they could have had. Maybe they were right. Maybe it was not your fault, back then. When you were so young, so bright eyed. But the chaos that followed, the destruction that you reigned over when the last good thing you had died? The pain that you unleashed, mimicking the agony trapped within your own heart? That was all you. Every ugly, rotten piece of that was all you.

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@madcg wanted a starter.
Sotenbori was quite the sight; so many flashing neon lights, bars and night clubs, so much color was to be seen and admired. She could practically feel the seedy atmosphere of the city and the crowds were so big it was easy to get lost in.
The narrow roads and sidewalks were something she had trouble getting used to, having been raised in an area with much more space. It was like being packed into a sardine can.
Which made it troublesome to pursue her enemy. Try as she might to avoid bumping people, it wasn't entirely avoidable. "Sorry, sorry." Her apologies were met with offended looks and disapproving murmurs but she had little time to stick around and make amends.
She was in an alley, a very tight one at that. The tall stern faced vampire contorted his features in a furious look which was only accentuated by his sharp cheekbones, his sunken in eyes and the long sharp fangs.
Instinctively she went for the stake she had been carrying around a pouch on her leg. The vampire moved at near inhuman speed and she barely avoided getting hit. He hissed at her and she splashed a small canteen of holy water at him, smoke fumed from his skin as he was burned.
Lunging towards her, he bared his claw-like nails and his fangs and the two struggled, knocking over garbage cans and making enough noise that it attracted someone from the club. Dawn began to break and the creature fled into the dwindling shadows.
Her head turned towards the man, he was quite tall and he wore an eye patch and a rather expensive looking suit. She could only assume he must be the owner of the club.
"Hope you didn't need those garbage cans." Because one of them was certainly dented.
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The one eyed man seemed genuinely concerned. A small laugh escaped her at the idea of a couple of tanuki knocking some garbage cans over. "I'll be fine, I'm not hurt."
The vampire was long gone and knowing how quick they travelled, he was most likely too far to go after now. "I think he's pretty far gone now." She hated to see regular people (even 'odd' ones like this guy) get involved with the monsters she fought almost daily. It felt unfair as they often didn't know what they were up against until it was too late.
She snorted softly. "Gee, thanks. I'll keep that in mind." Angela wasn't above having alcohol but this wasn't one of those times, that was saved for parties when she felt like staying out too late for reasons that didn't involve monsters.
An oolong tea however did sound nice. So she went inside and hand-waved the waiter and his concern at the door. She didn't blame the guy, she was under aged after all. "Majima sent me, I'm just here for tea then I'll be on my way, promise."
❛ GOOD. i get the feelin' ya can handle yerself- not that you should hafta. but, in this world? well... 's not a bad skill to have. ❜ the hell's he thinking? he's got no business stickin' his nose in other folks'! playin' the hero... playing with fire's what he's doing. if 'mister owner' had any idea 'bout the kinda bullshit he's up to... but, what's he supposed to do? just leave her out in the cold? he's bitter as freakin' vinegar. but, not that cold-blooded not yet, anyway well, he can take a beating or several (verbal or otherwise). better him be made a punchin' bag than have this girl become some other weirdo's... after askin' 'round and turning up dead after dying end (turns out, shitfaced streetgoers don't make for the most reliable witnesses) he's duckin' back in and by this girl's side, to be met with some more questioning brows and glances. this guy of theirs must be freakin' devilman 2.0! gone without so much as a damn trace... ❛ anyone asks... i already checked your id and ya got a baby face, alright? on second thought... i know bein' alone with another sketchy dude's prob'ly the last thing you want right now. but, if ya wanna join me in the back, it might stop ya bein' eyeballed. let you enjoy yer drink in peace. maybe you can tell me a little more about our pal runnin' man, so i can keep my eye out for him. can't deny i'm sketchy as shit. but... i'm not skeevy sketchy. and if a crazy old bat with purple hair tells ya otherwise... well, she's crazy. whole thing was just one big misunderstanding. hell, if anything, i was the wronged party in that... ❜ yer startin' to sound more than a little sketchy here, sir...
The club was quiet, there weren't a lot of patrons at the moment, but the backroom sounded like a better option. It would rouse less suspicions.
Or maybe they wouldn't care. It wasn't like Sotenbori was known for being the most respectable district. Her hands wrapped around the hot cup of tea and she stared into it momentarily, lost in thought as she watched the steam rise. It was Majima's ramblings that broke her out of her daze.
How the hell was she going to explain what happened? Sure, the guy seemed a little screw loose but even he might be doubtful of her outlandish story. "Gee, thanks." She took a sip and it burnt her tongue. Still too hot apparently.
She was no stranger to going into places where she wasn't allowed; places that often served booze but a hostess club was a bit different from your typical bar or house party. "Crazy old lady with purple hair?" Now that was interesting, maybe not as interesting as creatures of lore vanishing into thin air but still amusing. "You're getting your ass kicked by seniors?"
injury / injured prompts
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👕 Blood seeps through receiver's shirt from a fresh stab wound.
🗡️ Press a bladed weapon into the receiver’s side.
🤕 Peel back the receiver’s bandage to reveal the infected wound underneath.
💉 Inject a painkiller into the receiver’s arm.
🏹 Yank an arrow out of the receiver’s shoulder with a swift pull.
🪢 Wrap a makeshift tourniquet around the receiver’s thigh.
🔥 Cauterize the receiver’s wound with a hot blade.
🩸 Smear the receiver’s blood across their cheek.
🦴 Snap the receiver’s dislocated shoulder back into place.
🪡 Carefully stitch the receiver's wound with steady hands.
🔫 Press the barrel of a gun against the receiver’s fresh bullet wound.
😴 Carry the unconscious receiver somewhere safe after a brutal fight.
🫳 Trace fingers along the receiver’s old scars.
💥 Slam the receiver into the ground hard enough to crack a rib.
🔪 Drag the tip of a knife slowly across the receiver’s forearm.
🩹 Apply pressure to the deep slash on the receiver’s abdomen.
🦵 Kick the receiver while they’re down.
🫦 Wipe blood from the receiver’s split lip with a rough thumb.
🔄 Twist the knife embedded in the receiver’s shoulder.
🧑⚕️ Lay the receiver on a operating table under harsh light.
Dig fingers into the receiver’s wound to retrieve a bullet fragment.
✂️ Clean and cut dried blood from the receiver’s matted hair.
👊 Punch the receiver to give them a black eye.
🧊 Hold ice against the receiver’s swollen face until it numbs.
🧼 Help the receiver shower / bathe after they get hurt.