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🩸Indie Vampire OC, Lucretia de Fialis

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“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED WHILE I WAS ASLEEP.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HUMANS WENT TO THE MOON.”

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A pic from CO.DE VE.IN and some icooooons

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Hmmm…

I like the sound of “Lucretia de Fialis”, maybe?

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WHY ARE NAMES SO HARD

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Gonna see what I can do about rebooting here, gonna give my muse a new name and backstory.

Images made here!

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Been watching a bunch of Castlevania and wanting to rework this blog.

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Been a full year since I’ve been here huh?

Well, I’ve been working on a VTM muse, and recently got some inspiration for her. I’ll post character and verse details later once I’ve figured it all out.

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—the Masquerade must be pretty easy to keep now because anyone could walk around in 18th century attire or the like and nobody is going to bat an eye.

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Heeee, Saorise is very pretty in Code Vein too X3

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Heeee, Saorise is very pretty in Code Vein too X3

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And because Tumblr hates links, here’s the dollmaker.

This blog is going to be getting a second muse soon, (blame @gnarledbite )

Still working on her story, but her name’s Saorise and she’s a Toreador. :3

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This blog is going to be getting a second muse soon, (blame @gnarledbite )

Still working on her story, but her name’s Saorise and she’s a Toreador. :3

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Some days, it hurt more than others, even though decades had gone by, over a century by now.

Irina lay in her darkened room, thick curtains blocking out the high noon sun. Uma Purrman slept soundly by her side, curled up into a fluffy black ball.

Yet sleep did not come for Irina. Her mind was too bogged down…her heart too heavy with grief and longing.

Robert…

Rolling over, she looked at the old photo, carefully preserved. Reaching out, she ran a gentle finger across Robert’s image. Smiling, bright, full of life and vigor.

Devoured by the beast that was War. Its appetite endless, greedily consuming life after life, never satiated and leaving only destruction and sorrow in its wake.

And people called vampires monsters. If only humans would step back and look at what they did to each other on a daily basis.

“Robert…” Irina whispered softly, “I miss you. Even after all this time, my heart aches for your presence. I wanted an eternity with you…”

She had thought about it often. Offering him her blood, that he may consume it and become a vampire like her…though that was if he even survived the process. And it wasn’t like he didn’t know. He once asked about her kind, about the myths surrounding them, and she had gladly explained.

That was something she adored about him. He always sought the truth of things, rather than blindly believing rumors and legends. He was so empathetic, so compassionate, openly rejecting the various prejudices of the time and speaking out against them, despite the ridicule it often earned him.

Had he asked…she would have given him her blood. Given him the chance at being a vampire. To be together for eternity. Had he only asked for it.

And now, gone forever, gone far too soon.

“You deserved so much better, Robert…better than what this painful world could give.”

Tears stung her eyes, and she sniffled. “I wish I could hold you…just one more time…”

Stirring caught Irina’s attention, and she looked back to see that Uma had curled up closer to her, rubbing her face on the vampire’s shoulder and purring.

Irina gave a soft smile. The cat had always been good at comforting the vampire in her time of need.

Rolling back over and cuddling the black feline close, Irina wept quietly into her fur…

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Robert Green (January 13th 1889 - August 22nd 1916), Irina’s human lover from over a century ago (or more, in her sci fi verse).

Born and raised in Scotland, he was a lover of new experiences, and dreamed of traveling the world, seeing all that there was to see, seeing all the different peoples and cultures…

Sadly he did not survive the Great War. Irina remains somewhat in mourning for him. She still keeps a very old photo of him.

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Werewolves who are fierce and feral and sexy: okay

Werewolves with the personality of big dumb labradors: BRILLIANT SHOWSTOPPING MAGNIFICENT—

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Note to self; do not piss off Irina

Yeeeeeaaaah it’s probably not a good idea to cross her.

Because it can have deadly consequences.