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I want him to spit blood into my mouth so I could spit it onto his face and then we make out sloppy

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Francesca Bartoli and Mathias Grim

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Fresh out of the orphanage at 18, Mathias had only an acoustic guitar in his hand and ambition on his mind. Arriving at Maria Theresa square in Vienna after a long journey, he began to play a tune on the top of his head. He failed to notice at first that a tour guide, few years his senior, was passing by, watching him utterly absorbed, halting a line of people just to stand and listen for a bit. When he did notice, the breath out of his lungs got knocked out at the sight of her soft features and the sheer warmth her kind eyes radiated. Wanting to speak his offer, he briefly stopped playing: if she were to go out with him, he'd write a song in her name, to which she agreed, then momentarily introduced herself as Francesca.

It wasn't too long until Gretchen came along, who possessed her mother's beauty and temper as well as her father's love for morbidity and music, particularly the heavier kind.

Unfortunately, at the age of ten, she witnessed them separate. Mathias's unbearable need to touch the limelight made him absent from home way too often, as he'd be too absorbed in playing around the city with his black metal band, desperately chasing deals with record labels only to end up stressed to the point of it being detrimental to his health. Francesca tried being supportive, even helped her husband by getting him new equipment out of her pocket. The last thing she gave to him was a handmade rosary in hopes it'll bring him some good. However, upon looking at it, Mathias saw red prior to ripping it up in blind anger and throwing it away, saying how God was responsible for cursing him his whole life. Heartbroken and devastated, this was the last straw for Francesa. In tears, she stood up, yelling "Then may he cast you into hell!"

Naturally, there was no room for a devout Catholic and a Satanist to stand together. Her trying to see the good in him and him hoping to bring her towards the edge a little bit created more of a cataclysm than a bridge between. Francesca learned to get over it with time. After Vienna, she went back to her family in Syracuse, where Gretchen sometimes stayed before going back to her father, rinse and repeat. It was at the time around Gretchen's "disappearance" that her mother immigrated to New York; to stay with the other side of her family while helping out at the pizzeria. Unbeknownst to her, Mathias happened to move there as well, still not over his ex-wife after all these years. When he finally got a record deal, he felt like he was on top of the world, though even that achievement, which he waited for so long, couldn't fill the void in his heart their split carved.

Finally, it was time to film for his first music video, one that would change his life, for all the different reasons. While posing in front of an ajar cell door at an abandoned asylum, a vampire slipped out, grabbing ahold of Mathias, plunging their teeth into his neck while the filming crew ran away screaming their heads off. Eventually the vampire caught up to them, making sure they don't get out alive. When Mathias awakened, not only did he feel an unfamiliar sort of hunger, but he felt a surge of power. He saw the truth of what he was all along- the son of Lucifer, his most trusted heir, sent to the mortal realm to spread the word of The Prince Of Darkness through whichever means necessary.

He left the asylum, not to begin with his mission, but to mend broken pieces. Mathias found his first and only love- his Francesca, only a few meters away from the balcony he was standing on, shrouded in shadow. He made his presence known, taking in her frightened reaction as he begged her to take him back, promising it'll all be better the second time. Sensing, the "even more tainted" air around him, she began fighting back, though his supernatural strength easily overpowered her and thus Francesca ended up getting Embraced into his clan- Malkavian.

Opposite of her ex, she believed herself to be a crusader of God's messenger, Gabriel. Blessed with oracle powers, but cursed with kindness, Francesca does not wish to feed on kine, but has no problem smiting fellow kindred in the name of God when it's time for self defense. In her eyes, they are all cursed, with her being the golden exception for a divine reason only known to her and her creator. When it comes to feeding, she consumes blood from IV bags with Mathias convincing her that it's the iron wine of Jesus that's been preserved and replicated throughout the ages.

During modern nights, they are inseparable due to old feelings resurfacing along with their bond sealed through blood. Of course, their personalities and aspirations still clashed, but there was one goal that kept them going strong: to find their daughter Gretchen.

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Animation practice based on this gif

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Slipknot - Iowa Japanese album promo, 2001

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Cool Emo/Alt Shoes! ❤️

Emo, Scene, Goth, Punk, Alt... a little bit of everything here! XD

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Relax, it’s over.

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love is grotesque

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I can't go against the dogma of my brethren. I unlive by it. Discarding it goes against the ways in which my sect shaped me these last two decades. It may not be a lot to other Cainites, but those years helped define me. Don't worry about my path or my beliefs. Ascension is ahead of me, whether it be in this shell or the other

Does the idea of becoming a wight ever alarm you? Have you considered going down an enlightenment path to curve it?

I like to tempt fate. If my beast, Anima, is meant to take full control, then so it shall be. I'm not one to shy away from her. After all, she is me and I am her. Simple as that. I don't see my turning as a goodbye. It's more like a snake shedding its old skin and carrying on with a new glow to it

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But...but THE POWERRRR

You don't understand, Harmony. My true nature calls to me. I can't cling to the vestiges of my already poor humanity. It's like spitting in the face of My Dark Father and his gifts. If a destructive husk with no memories is what I'm meant to be, then so be it

Does the idea of becoming a wight ever alarm you? Have you considered going down an enlightenment path to curve it?

I like to tempt fate. If my beast, Anima, is meant to take full control, then so it shall be. I'm not one to shy away from her. After all, she is me and I am her. Simple as that. I don't see my turning as a goodbye. It's more like a snake shedding its old skin and carrying on with a new glow to it

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How did you get Magenta?

She used to belong to my aunt and uncle back in NYC when she was about 6 years old. Magenta was my main study buddy when I was in dental college pursuing a DDS. My aunt ended up letting me have her when I moved out to go live with my boyfriend at the time, seeing how much Magenta warmed up to me, plus her and uncle were so busy working at our family pizzeria that they were barely around the apartment anyway. Two decades later here she is...still a spoiled hairy assed lazy bones

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Does the idea of becoming a wight ever alarm you? Have you considered going down an enlightenment path to curve it?

I like to tempt fate. If my beast, Anima, is meant to take full control, then so it shall be. I'm not one to shy away from her. After all, she is me and I am her. Simple as that. I don't see my turning as a goodbye. It's more like a snake shedding its old skin and carrying on with a new glow to it

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Giving head for my own pleasure is my love language btw