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okie dokie… i think it’s time to switch over….? find me on @sanguiresse ! 

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okie dokie… i think it’s time to switch over….? find me on @sanguiresse ! 

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okie dokie… i think it’s time to switch over….? find me on @sanguiresse ! 

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okie dokie... i think it’s time to switch over....? find me on @sanguiresse ! 

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Always happy when Vlad gets a new skin ⭐

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why do we live only to suffer? everyday i wake up and miss aatrox

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girls night! *gets horribly lost in the labyrinthine catacombs beneath the city and chased by creatures and beings*

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starting to pack up my bags and move vladimir over to @sanguiresse1 ! the new home isnt quite set up yet, i’d want to do my tags and move over all my important hcs, but you can start following! the official change will come when the urls swap. 

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my potential headcanons regarding mr. auburn hair / tanned skin / sad but regal / very sexy man from vladimir’s new story:

“Like a lonesome soul, he sought me out from beyond,” so he’s probably from somewhere outside noxus.... maybe came seeking vladimir for knowledge or a specific artifact. and then.... you know..... it escalated. 😳

so they were definitely in a relationship, likely the closest one that vladimir has ever had. it was difficult to get through to vladimirs heart, but they did it.

okay so i was thinking that he probably grew old and had a pretty normal life, and vladimir envied that about him BUT then i remembered that if he grew older, then vladimir would have painted him as an older man. so its likely he died young.

so.... like..... vladimir’s memory lapsing at a very bad time, and mr. auburn hair not quite being able to calm him down and vladimir kills him in an amnesia-induced panic..... (whether or not vladimir remembers the details of his death— that, along with the memory of him entirely, will come and go). or he slipped into his monstrous form, lost control, and um, oopsie.

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im seeing two sides of humanity here

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vladimir cant do any sexy biting because his fangs are barbed like a tick so he might just get stuck in your neck 

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baby comes home.................

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"—how fortuitous is it that zelgius has found himself new guidance," the sage's tone is deceptively soft, a keen contrast to the sharp, unyielding green of his eyes. there's something haunting about him, however gracious his posture is, however melodious his voice remains. "tell me, mr. savatier—has his blade been serving you as well as it once served me?" [ take this sephiran voice test ]

     Sephiran would make an excellent Rose agent. Vladimir realized it as soon as the sage walked through the doors of the castle, carrying that soft-spoken voice and the angelic look to his delicate face. It almost fooled Vladimir, and for a moment, he wondered how this demure stranger could be all that terrible— but he knows better. The game of masks, distorted mirrors, and clever words is one that Vladimir has played time and time again— and he suspects that Sephiran has, too. 

     So that’s who Zelgius saw in him. Vladimir would feel offended if he didn’t also see the similarities. In that way, Sephiran almost feels familiar— though his blood flows in foreign movements, and Vladimir cannot quite seem to grasp it. 

     By the fireplace, Vladimir sits in his old scarlet armchair, across from Sephiran. A smile comes naturally to him, despite what he thinks about ripping the blood from Sephiran’s veins. He cannot say what exactly he finds so offensive about Sephiran’s presence— or perhaps he simply does not want to say. That snarling, possessive creature is still lying in wait. 

     “You haven’t been in Noxus for very long, have you? Or Valoran, for that matter?” Vladimir asks, his voice light and casual. He stares absently into the fireplace, holding his goblet with clawed fingers. “I will tell you this: I do not need a blade to serve me. Should you stay longer on this lovely world of ours, you’ll find that I do quite well on my lonesome.” 

     Vladimir’s smile sharpens for a moment, and then he chuckles. 

     “Zelgius has been staying in my castle, yes. His presence has been welcome, and I’m quite good at putting idle hands to work. There’s always something to do in Noxus, after all.” 

     He takes a sip from his wine, and spends a moment to weave the next words in his mind. It’s been a while since he’s had to be so careful. In the back of his mind, he realizes it’s been a while since he’s felt so threatened. Vladimir lowers the goblet and tilts his head to the side with a thoughtful hum, and turns his gaze towards Sephiran again.

     “Do you miss having such a worthy blade at your disposal?” Vladimir asks. “Do you miss him?” 

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like literally there will never be anything funnier than a vampire being like “my life sucks nobody has it as bad as me : (” and they’re literally actively murdering some random dude who was on his way home from his fucking 9-5 or whatever

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑    𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒    .  

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟏    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄    .

NAME: right now? vladimir savatier. EYE COLOUR: a dark red. it glows. once upon a time, they were a pretty blue.  HAIR STYLE / COLOUR: you will hear this a lot, but it changes. usually a thin wispy white, reaching the middle of his back. he often ties it up with a red ribbon. if he feels in the mood, he’ll darken the shade to black.  HEIGHT: varies. he tends to be somewhere between 5′11-6′1. his monster form height is around eight feet tall.  CLOTHING STYLE: extravagant in the public eye, with lots of jewelry. borders on tacky and frivolous. when in the comfort of his own home, he tends to be more modest, but still quite regal. lots of red and black, as you’d imagine. in all cases, he is fully covered, with only his face and hands visible (though he will also cover up with gloves if need be).  BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: his eyes. i think he has a lovely smile, too. 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟐    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄    .

FEARS: deep water. specifically, drowning. he gets notably uneasy around the ocean.   GUILTY PLEASURE: m...murder....? and torture.  BIGGEST PET PEEVE: loud noises. loud people.  AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: just to continue teaching his students and living out the years. should an enemy catch his ire or an ally gain his loyalty, then he might add them to his agenda, but for a noxian, vladimir has little ambition. 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟑    :    𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒    .

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP: 'where am i? who am i? what is happening?’ vladimir rarely sleeps, and when he does, the waking tends to be very disorienting.   WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST: his memory. he’s always checking in on himself to make sure he knows his name, where he is, what he’s doing, who his friends are, who his enemies are, etc. in that sense, he’s also thinking about his body: how far the corruption is going, whether or not it will be visible the next time he sees someone, etc.  WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: as i said, vladimir doesn’t sleep often, but in the rare occasion where he indulges in a nap, he’ll probably be worrying a bit about what happens when he slips under. but if he’s indulging in a nap, then chances are that he’s plenty exhausted— in which case, he’ll think about that.  WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS: his intelligence. 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟒    :    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒    𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑    ?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES: single. TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: loved. BEAUTY OR BRAINS: brains.   DOGS OR CATS: cats, but he doesn’t really like animals all that much. 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟓    :    𝐃𝐎    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘    …

LIE: yep. tries to avoid it when he can (he prefers lying by omission), but he’s an aristocrat. of course he lies.  BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES: yes.....? maybe. depends.  BELIEVE IN LOVE: yes :(  WANT SOMEONE: ............ yes... though it’s something that he would not realize about himself until it’s in front of him. but he certainly craves stability and someone he can hold onto, if need be. 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟔    :    𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘    𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑    …

BEEN ON STAGE: does it count if he was a prisoner of war under the darkin who was made to execute other prisoners for that darkin’s amusement  DONE DRUGS: yes, but they really don’t do much, if anything, for him. it’s more notable in modern verse where he had some, um, wild times during his medical school days.  CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN: yes. especially in his younger days, he adapted quite well to the people around him. it’s how he got into politics! 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟕    :    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒    .

FAVOURITE COLOUR: i will give you one guess.  FAVOURITE ANIMAL: butterflies.  FAVOURITE BOOK: probably some old book about linguistic theory. FAVOURITE GAME: chess. it’s the only game he really plays... unless you count noxian court politics? 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟖    :    𝐀𝐆𝐄    .

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE: he was born before the invention of the modern calendar, so he really can’t tell. in modern verse, February 26. HOW OLD WILL THEY BE: well after you hit the 2000 mark, you kind of stop counting. plus, do you count the years where you weren’t actually in control of your mind? do feral years count? what about years spent asleep? it’s tricky.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟗    :    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    .

I LOVE: long nights and good conversation. I FEEL: restless. I HIDE : behind a smile.  I MISS: the old days. I WISH: for something new. 

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He had certainly had the years to hone a craft. All the details were done: the gentle tumble of auburn hair, the tanned skin, features that alone were commonplace, but combined effected a demanding, regal aura. The expression, unthinkable loss. It was all there, save the whites of his eyes.

Vladimir opened the vial, tipping it into a pot. The innocent tears mingled with the paint, and with the touch of his brush, came alive when laid upon the canvas. Nothing else, in all his travels, could match the splendor it wrought.

What was his name?

He found he could not remember. The absence stabbed at him, a name gone, but at least the face preserved. The whites of his eyes would keep his memory here.

Like a lonesome soul, he sought me out from beyond, Vladimir mused with a smile. More melancholy, but fitting perhaps.

After all, there was nothing in the world as beautiful as sadness.

YOU’RE TELLING ME VLADIMIR USES THE TEARS OF CHILDREN TO PRESERVE THE MEMORY OF A MALE ARTIST HE WAS EXTREMELY FOND OF?

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YOU’RE TELLING ME VLADIMIR USES THE TEARS OF CHILDREN TO PRESERVE THE MEMORY OF A MALE ARTIST HE WAS EXTREMELY FOND OF?