#˚ ☼ . RED & PHYSIQUE .

[blocdlust]

(  jodie comer  .  nonbinary  .  they & them  )       ✧       entering through oldham’s shore,  we’ve spotted  dominik 'dom' fletcher,  as usual carrying their ONYX SIGNET GOLDEN RING & SELF-MADE BRAIDED LEATHER BRACELET WITH THE NAMES OF THEIR LOVED ONES ENGRAVED ON IT .  the tides had let us know they’re a thirty ( alive for a hundred and ten )  year old  vampire  with their sun in aries,  and their day mostly occupied by carrying out their duties as an emergency physician @ oldham general hospital.  the spring breeze whispered they quite enjoy  the sound of stabilization of patients heart rates; the rush that a certain red tainted liquid they despise the most provides them; deep exploration of nature due to long-distance hiking sessions which might or might not be responsible for their  charismatic, obssessive, protective, vindictive  nature.  dom  isnt an oldham local,  yet the ocean’s waves brought us tales about them regardless,  about how they  bid farewell to their human form after getting involved in an abrupt car crash; deeply long for the warmth their body once possessed; oftentimes battle with their greatest foe ― the unholy thirst that accompanies their new form.  although we can never know for sure when it comes to oldham,  in the end,  it could be only rumors,  right ?

    dossier. ( carrd ) visage. threads. musings.

──── 𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺 .

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. dominik fletcher 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒. dom (used by everyone except their parents) 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄 & 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇. thirty / april 6th, 1883 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑. a hundred and ten years ( 110 ) 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇. tromsø, norway 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. oldham town 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. emergency physician @ oldham general hospital 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. aries ☼ capricorn ☾ scorpio ↑ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. nonbinary 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒. they & them 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘. homosexual, demiromantic 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. vampire

──── 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 .

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌. jodie comer 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑. hazel 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑. dark blonde (dyed) 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 5′ 8 / 1.73 m 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂(𝐒). messy bun often accompanied by lazy soft smile / playful amused smirk & eyes tainted with subtle hints of melancholy-like sensation. fidgety fingers usually wrapped around a fidget spinner or stress ball due to recurring restlessness. lean physique with occasional appearance of vintage waxed canvas travel rucksack firmly attached to the shoulders. several receipts thrown in a trash bin indicating reoccuring orders of black coffee & mini dark chocolate bars. 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄. during their shifts @ oldham general hospital, dom can be seen wearing scrubs and a white coat, maintaining their professional appearance. outside of hospital, they prefer to wear casual, baggy & comfortable clothing that allows excessive movement as they often prefer travelling long distances. additionally, due to their vampiric nature, dom oftentimes wears vintage baseball caps whenever they embark on a longer journey outdoors. sunglasses also come into play during most of the time spent outside. 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒. a hand holding a candle on their right inner forearm

──── 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺 .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. ethan fletcher (father - deceased), lily dahl (mother - deceased) 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. eli fletcher (younger brother - deceased) 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑(𝐒). tba. 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑(𝐒). tba. 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. tba.

──── 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 .

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆. house of balloons by the weeknd 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. loyal, charismatic, driven, generous, protective. 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. self-destructive, private, vindictive, obssessive 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄. physical touch, acts of service 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. chaotic good 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈. ISFP

──── 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺 .

- tba !

──── 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

trigger warning for: mentions of death, murder, blood & anxiety

you've always been keen on travelling, seeing and exploring new places. the interest, or, as your parents liked to call it, life style, ran in the family. by the time you were five years old, you have had the pleasure of witnessing aurora borealis in it's full glory in multiple skandinavian countries. baltic countries and the rest of the europe soon followed next. this way, childhood and most of your teenage years ended up being one huge adventure you'd always hold dear to your heart. the adventurous and spontaneous life style was placed on hold when you enrolled at the med school the same year you turned eighteen. your primary focus was on the studies and working part-time at animal shelter to save up money for upcoming semesters of school. those turned into long years at med school filled with theory and hands-on practice which, as you realized along the way, was your favorite way of learning. the end of your residency years as an emergency physician was marked by a completely new adventure you decided to reward yourself and your family with by taking your first trip oversees. you could still remember the proud and approving looks you received from your beloved parents and the bright shining eyes of your younger brother eli. everybody overly excited about the potential of exploring new unseen and untouched lands by the fletcher family. north america happened to be the first continent on your bucket list of broad places to explore and while you lacked the clear direction in the list of cities and/or towns that were to be explored, the whole family decided to start with smaller towns and more remote areas. that could only indicate one thing ― a peaceful and enjoyable excursion that everyone were so dying to experience. to the family's great dismay, this could not be further from the truth. the week long trip had drastically cut in half as by the fourth day, the family's car drive across the countryside ended in an abrupt car crash. who would've thought that was even possible in a remote place such as they were travelling through? barely no houses or people living nearby, scarcity of vehicles besides that one that seemed to manifest out of thin air. no nightmares of yours has ever had such a terrible fate as that day which had left deeply rooted scars for the rest of your miserable immortal life. the impact being so great had taken the lives of your family within first moments leaving you witness the horrors caused by the seemingly innnocent distractions that had temporarily captured your attention at the worst time imaginable. there was no doubt you'd follow your loved ones to the other side as excruciating pain had paralyzed your body rendering you completely motionless, only perceptions of mind left to further remind you of your greatest failure. the darkness that engulfed you then was supposed to be the end of it all. you wished it to be the end as in your shattered spirit there was no place for redemption nor continuation of any form beyond this point. that was, indeed your ideal scenerio for the end credits, however, there was someone else ― something else that had decided your fate for you. and, as it will be established eventually by time itself, that alternative path was going to serve as the punishment you truly deserved instead of going down as easily as you'd hoped.

next time you awoke, neither your body nor your mind were your own. it's like some malicious virus had taken over and now was in charge of all your senses, dictating your new needs, desires, likes and dislikes. worst of it all, you had lost the pleasure of enjoying the rays of sun on your skin, the food you used to love indulging yourself in was no longer of interest. however, nothing compared to horrifying realization that these nightmares of losing your family will not cease to torment you no matter the amount of attempts and effort put into distracting yourself from them. a curse was bestowed upon you and there was nothing you could do about it. despite the teachings of the elder that had turned you in order to 'save' your life, you had never learned to truly control your thirst. for one, you distanced yourself as much as you could from the one that created you in a poor attempt to disconnect from him entirely with no luck. the connection between the two of you remained all these years, however the bond on your end was still pretty sour. you had never managed to forgive him, or more like yourself, for the tragic end that met your loved ones on that fateful day, thus moving forward you did everything that was in your power to rebel against your new nature, knowing full well that the attempts will only work temporarily, but that was enough to keep your anxiety and guilt in check. for the time being, anyways. for many upcoming years you wandered different countries and states in hopes of finally satiating your thirst only for it to grow with each drop that landed your now modified tastebuds. no amount of special substance was enough for you as it resulted in many victims left behind completely drained and even more names and/or faces added to a private journal of yours you dared not share with anybody else but yourself as a living proof of the monster that you became all these years ago. that was your new reality now. until it wasn't. time tracking was no longer of any value to you as years flew by anyway at that point, but something ― a memorable meeting had made a significant difference in your being. a destined encounter with a certain witch who ended up being your savior for whatever future held for you. they brought light and hope of potentially surpressing the beast within you and satiating your thirst enough for you to forget the taste and the smell of blood whenever you were in considerable distance to any human or living being. a ring was created for you to be able to tolerate the sun and actually spend additional time outside without any discomfort as well as certain spells were cast on the blood you brough to them which resulted in prolonging your thirst which had been your primary concern and struggle. you were able to focus on being a person again. one with interests, aspirations and vision for the future. you had one person to thank for that and thank them you would as ever since meeting them, you started providing them with rare herbs and other potentially valuable rare items brought from mysterious lands you liked to explore during your days off and your occasional vacations. it was a fair exchange, you always told yourself. they did something for you and you returned the favor with something more tanbigble than just plain words. and as that continued, the more professional bond of trading between two species became something more. something deeper. a connection was formed and although you swore to never get this close to anyone else again, this one person had managed to seamlessly slip through all of your walls and shields previously firmly put in place. they were your anchor, your safe haven and for this you were willing to risk your immortal life for them.

time did pass unbelievably quickly for you and by the time you knew it, it was time to return to your witch confidant for a new set of spells and due to such usual visits it was apparent that you could not wander too far away from where the other was located. on the other hand, there was something about this town... something that called for you. it felt welcoming. right. perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try and settle for at least a little bit? it was not a decision you had to wonder about for too long. after your latest visit you decided to move to oldham and see what this place had to offer. strange as it may be, oldham's general hospital appeared to be looking for additional emergency physician which only affirmed your choice of staying there. your primary focus now was to help the rest of oldham's residents in any way possible rather than diverting attention to yourself and the struggles you were currently facing due to incredibly small amount of blood you allowed yourself to consume. the ever growing exhaustion, anxiety, restlessness and aggression did cause quite a bit of a stir within, however your fearless determination had prevailed time and time again. nontheless, the issue in the background was only growing and the thirst could only be suppressed for so long. suddenly the sunshine over your skin did not feel as pleasant as it used to and the little taste you received by consuming regular human food was close to nonexistent. the culprit? unknown. reason? unknown. was it finally time for you to truly meet your grusome end? or is it another cruel challenge the fate decided to throw your way?

──── 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

― mentor / creator [ 1/1 ] you never asked for it. you'd never wish this upon anyone and yet it happened. someone else stole this crucial decision from you and you were expected to simply accept it? accept that your newest reality was the hell you deserved to be living in? fate truly had a really interesting way of showing it... | taken by abraham “ abra ” milton ― confidants [ 2/4 ] there was no place in your heart after the tragic accident that had changed everything for you. letting someone in ― letting anyone in only brought anguish and intensified a prominent longing for something that was long lost. then again, nothing ever meant to stay the same forever, right...? | taken by eve "evie" adair, sarai notchaiya ― trusted witch & warlock contacts [ 1/3 ] there was so much you could do without the help of your magic wielding friends. there was no denying it ― you couldn't enjoy your time outdoors in peace if it weren't for their assistance. there is a high chance you wouldn't even be where you were right now without them. being dependent on someone else was never in your bucket list, but did you really have a different choice? | partially taken by eve "evie" adair ― the curse of immortality [ 1/5 ] who said you couldn't relate to someone else who just happened to be stuck in this damned place for eternity? there is much to be shared, learned and experienced together after all. so at this point, why should you suffer alone? | partially taken by abraham “ abra ” milton ― hey, got a ciggie? [ 0/2 ] working in the emergency room is not for the faint of hearts. although you love the spontaneity and the unknown that comes with each patient that will be in need of different treatments, the shifts can easily get pretty hectic and next thing you know the axiety has reached the roof of your tolerance, threatening to breach your limits. that's where your dear co-workers come into play, distracting you enough with their small talk and lunch/smoking/coffee breaks for you to catch your breath again. there is gratitude there, although it is not often expressed out loud. still, you make sure to bring that to their attention in any way you possibly can. ― don't i know you...? [ 1/2 ] what's that wonderful face that just left the coffee shop moments ago...? there is no doubt you have seen them somewhere before, but when you try to trace back a potential name, your memory decides to shut down. surely there must be a reason for that? you were never the forgetful type, so why each time you'd like to address them, call out to them, nothing comes out? perhaps the issue was never about their current name... after all, we all do have to start our journey somewhere. who knows which name they'll be using in this lifetime. | partially taken by tamsyn "amalthea/'thea" grey ― my other annoying half [ 0/2 ] each time you are met with their face it forces a new set of snappy combacks out of you. you don't sugarcoat. you aren't holding back one bit. everything you say is meant to get on their nerves, push their buttons, drive them towards madness itself. yet neither of you seem to give up. no. they won't get the pleasure of witnessing you lose your last proper braincells. the clownery has just begun and you'll be the last one to put on your makeup. ― safe haven [ 0/1 ] the fierce streak of protectiveness has always been in your blood. there was never place of tolerance for any form of injustice in your eyes. so when your paths crossed a certain knowing was established within your being. no harm of any kind was to come to this person. you weren't always able to protect those you loved the most, but protecting one... that you can do.

― it's all your damn fault [ 0/2 ] it can take very little for you to become your messy self, especially when it comes to new ruthless nature you aren't proud of. and these two just know how to get under your skin, push the right buttons to unleash the inner beast whether for something as fucked up as for fun or any other reason that's unknow to you. nonetheless, one is clear from the start ― they do not have pure intentions at heart when it comes to you nor care about the consequences that will end up accompanying their foolish actions. ― i'll see you around, then? [ 0/3 ] messy is what most of your relationships could be described as. or hook-ups, rather, would be more fitting in this case. you try your best to keep it as casual as it can be, yet it doesn't always go according to the plan, does it? ― so... are we friends or? ( potential slow-burn ) [ 0/1 ] you could easily identify and count the same main emotions that happen to be a part of your agenda at least once a day on your fingers. this, however, you cannot label. has it been too long of a time for you to recall the proper name and meaning of this feeling? deep appreciation is what has to be. you are sure of it. besides, they must be feeling the same if that playful grin and a particular glint in their eyes whenever you meet is of any indication. when has some harmless teasing ever been a culprit of any kind..?

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RED.

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☼ with Grantaire

Appearance headcanon for Grantaire:

Grantaire is ugly. Like, really ugly (I mean, that’s not really a headcanon, it’s right there in the text). The thing is, it’s not that his features are ugly, or that his physique is bad (those are, after all, completely subjective metrics), but he’s more or less a reverse-Jehan. If Jehan can pull off more or less anything, independently of how awful it is, Grantaire makes everything look bad. As he will tell you himself, “it’s a gift”.

It isn’t helped, though, by the fact that his usual attire is your average white stoner look. He has dreads he doesn’t take care of nearly enough, and he lives in ratty sweatshirts and trousers with red, yellow and green accents. His friends have learned never to let him carry weed, because he will be the first one to get searched by the police. (Unless Bossuet is with them, of course, because he’s Black and has the worst luck in history)

Note: I’ve seen a lot of fanart depicting Grantaire as Black, and while I really like them, I personally don’t feel comfortable making the character who is canonically “ugly as fuck”, and would be ready to die for a pretty rich white kid who treats him like shit, Black...