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Character Profile: Doru

Full Name: Doru Toma Albescu Kingdom: Grissirynn Generation: 4

*Art by the awesome @harchibudytgorichi  

Doru is the second child of Kolya and Lana. He becomes a magic scholar, enjoying studying the local fae. While being a vampyre restricts him from only working outside the castle at night, it doesn’t stop him from meeting with the fae and Princess Enna often. Doru is known for his short temper and quiet nature. He can easily go days without speaking, but gets very short with his siblings. He misses their parents the most out of the siblings and hopes to one day free them from Avis’ vampyre testing program.

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AAAAA

vampire of lombardi street my beloved

i like how they didnt try to humanize vampires and thoroughly acknowledged that henri was in fact a real life creature

[nightgarla]

colored them ^_^ (she/her for both)

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Get to Know the Muse: Vasille “Necromancer” Albescu

-He picked up Arabic from his Captain, Iris; he, Iris, Orion, and Nemeria often hold conversations amongst one another in Arabic, much to the annoyance and confusion of the rest of the crew.

-Originally, he was supposed to be a Heart Pirates OC before I decided to change it. Vasille has a long history in regards to the medical field ( in most modern verses, he went through medical school, only to be forcibly flunked out due to his ability of raising the dead ). But I still love the idea of him & Law at least knowing one another; the Surgeon of Death and the Necromancer. ( would it have been wickedly cool to see Vas as a Heart Pirates member?? Yes. Maybe it’ll become an AU ).

-He originally was going to become a Marine; that had been the dream when he was young, until his eyes were opened to the corruption and weird power imbalance that the Marines played into. That, and he thought Pirate ships looked cooler.

-He still has a good relationship with his father. They converse mostly through letters, with Vasille using a fake alias in order to avoid drawing attention to his father should anyone else get their hands on their letters. They write in their own code, which is based on Cajun French.

-Speaking of, Vasille’s home verse has him being from New Orleans & having a distinct Cajun undertone to the way he speaks, which carries over to this verse.

-As of the end of the Timeskip, Vasille has died. Which is shocking, I know. Even more shocking is the fact that Nemeria broke some very important big rules and quite literally brought Vasille back to life. For the next month, he was VERY much not himself; sharper, more sarcastic, jumpy, and very confused. ( Fun fact: this exact event happens in every single verse in which Nemeria exists. It’s their tied canon event. )

-I originally thought about the idea of Vas and Basil being friends, but the idea of them having this ridiculous beef over who reads Tarot cards better is something I simply couldn’t pass up. That, and they look scarily alike, it’s hilarious.

-Vasille is the oldest OC on all 3 of my blogs here. I’ve had him for almost seven years; he’s evolved a lot over the years, but one thing has always been the same: he will always be a necromancer in some form or fashion.

Surprise, if you read the whole thing, have a smol vas, drawn by a friend [ @/cebwrites ]

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Me obsesioné un poco con Soul Eater.

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some oc doodles!! 🎉

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expression sheet with some characters from my upcoming webtoon!

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THESE TWO BASTARDS.RAHHHGHJ HOW DID I LOSE THEIR REFERENCES 😞😞im actually going to turn into a turtle and flop onto my back

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Looked back into some of my pieces from last winter, the Viscountess Albescu will always have a place in my heart.

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Character Profile: Dori

Full Name: Dorin Razvan Albescu Kingdom: Grissirynn Generation: 4

*Art by the awesome @harchibudytgorichi  

Dorin is the youngest of Kolya and Lana's children. Dorin works closely with Prince Erik, assisting him with his torture sessions on captives. He, like his sibling Dragomir, is a skilled fighter. Dorin prefers to be in tight quarters and fights with a specially made dagger that was purposely made to be jagged for maximizing the pain and damage caused by it. He is known for his bubbly personality that contrasts with the quiet and angry personalities of his siblings. He is still discovering what his physical limitations are as a vampyre as he didn’t have much time with his parents before being sent to Grissirynn.

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Silverbell Albescu Bio

Name: Silverbell Albescu

Species: Ghiasuli

Race: Bluescale

Role: A Super Executive-rank member of Winterkill Works. A con artist who snuck into the organization by taking credit for other people’s work, only to find himself in much too deep to safely escape. Self-important and manipulative, his arrogant behavior covers up how terrified he really is.  

Affiliation: Winterkill Works

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Height: 5’6

Appearance: Silverbell is a fairly petite man with a slight build. His hair is straight, pale enough gray to almost be white, chin-length, and worn with one of his bright blue eyes covered by his long bangs. He’s beautiful enough to be called androgynous, with fine, pretty features and a perpetual mocking smirk. He often wears makeup, especially red lipstick and black eyeliner.  

Personality: Silverbell has made a life out of being a con man, and his personality suits that profession well. He’s deceitful, self-serving, and has no moral qualms about tricking people for his own benefit. Prideful and more than a little overconfident, he has a bad habit of overestimating his capabilities and getting into trouble for it. Despite all his bluster, he’s only gotten as far as he has by claiming other people’s achievements as his own, and the deep-down knowledge that he’s a fraud is a constant source of stress for him. He’s a coward at heart, afraid of anything that would require him to put in actual effort or put himself at risk. That said, he’s also highly charming, socially skilled, and charismatic, which makes others believe him. 

Positive Traits: Silverbell’s best trait is his ability to drag people into his lies. He’s charismatic and quick-witted enough to spin complicated tales with ease, and the average person will fall for his tricks every time. Social intelligence is his strong suit; he’s uncomfortably skilled at getting people to like him when he turns up the charm, a talent that he uses to its full extent. Despite his cowardly tendencies, he can think fast in a crisis and make snap decisions with surprising rationality, no matter how panicked he really is. 

Negative Traits: Silverbell is a truly underhanded person. He always has his own interests in mind, and no matter how charming he acts, his pretty words are meant for nothing but to get himself ahead. He’s lazy, weak-willed, and a complete coward, but arrogant enough to only realize his unwise decisions once he’s in too deep to save himself. In a lot of ways, he relies on other people far too much; always using those around him like stepping stones to get where he wants to be, never acting on his own merit. 

History: Silverbell started out as a regular Ghiasuli con man. He made his way into the Daryan country once his dishonest acts started to catch up to him in his homeland, and wound up targeting Winterkill Works while there. Unfortunately, he soon realized he was involved in something far bigger than he ever intended to be and is now trapped in a potentially life-threatening situation because there’s no way for him to back out. He’s terrified of what would happen if anyone found out that all of his accomplishments were lies.

Relationships: Silverbell tries to keep his distance from most of the people at Winterkill Works. He’s too scared of being found out to let his guard down, and his assistants, Foxglove and Nightshade, are the only too who know the truth. Around others, Silverbell acts charming and composed, yet irritatingly arrogant and often somewhat antagonistic. He feels like he has to keep up his egotistical front to prevent anyone from suspecting the truth. 

Interests: Silverbell likes making money, seeing others be impressed with him, and maintaining his looks. He dislikes any kind of hard work, getting caught in a lie, and Daryan culture, as a whole. In his current situation, most of his time goes toward trying to fake some level of productivity at his job.  

WW Role: As one of the Super Executives at Winterkill Works, Silverbell has a specialized role designed to make the organization run smoothly— and his is the vaguely defined “supervising productivity”, a job that he created for himself in the hopes it would cover up his utter lack of actual skill. The only thing he does is make it look like he’s accomplishing anything significant.

Miscellaneous: Silverbell met Foxglove and Nightshade just a couple of years ago. The two of them agreed to follow him and “help”, but their agreement came with the promise that they’re only really there to watch the chaos when he inevitably fails. He’s masqueraded as a woman before for his cons, and he pulls it off surprisingly well. Despite his original intentions of making money, Winterkill Works turned out to pay far less than he’d hoped. Daryan culture is perpetually a shock to him— he hates it and wants nothing more than to return to his home country where people make sense. 

Connotative Description: An underhanded con man who dug himself in far too deep when he attempted to scam his way into Winterkill Works. His self-serving attitude is only matched by his cowardly tendencies. 

[nightgarla]

ocs from my grandmama adventures yihoo

none of them have final names but placeholders r elza (tall one), lou(ise) (eyepatch) and max (baby) :3

elzas (she/her) a vampire and so is her kid max (any prns). lou (she/her) is a vampire hunter and, to figure out wether elza and max r vampires or not and be able to kill them if they r, she has to get close to them. Too bad for her tho that elza immediately gets a crush on her :/ so she just goes along w it

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Vasille meeting the Straw Hats is such a fun concept. He knows about Robin- hard not to, really. And Robin knows about him- the Dead-Dead fruit has always been a curious one.

But more interesting? His reaction to meeting Monkey D. Luffy.

Vasille was ten when Roger was executed. Vasille had MET the Roger Pirates 3 years prior, when they had stopped at his island to restock and wait out a storm. Had gotten the chance to listen to their stories in a tavern.

And seeing Luffy makes him pause. The way he laughs- head tilted back, lips spread wide in a grin. How excited he gets. How he acts with his crew.

It's like deja vu. He's seen this before, twenty-four years ago. It's like seeing Roger all over again. It steals his breath, makes his heart still in his chest.

Before he grins.

History likes to repeat itself. Maybe this kid will make himself King of the Pirates.

The Tombstone Pirates become allies of the Straw Hats shortly after Fishman Island.

*between Z & Punk Hazard.

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Little Phantom

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some old whiteboard doodles ✨

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Invisible Chapter One

Chapter One: The Purpose

Pairing: Oikawa Toru x Spy! Reader

Story summary:

As an undercover agent at the Olympics, you're on a mission to expose a drug cartel. However, your mission gets complicated when you repeatedly cross paths with Oikawa Tooru, a charming volleyball player with a keen eye for the truth.

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The bustling excitement of the Olympic Village is intoxicating. Athletes from all over the world carry the weight of their nations' hopes and dreams on their shoulders. The air is thick with the hum of various languages and the occasional roar of applause from practice sessions.

You navigate with purpose, eyes scanning every face, every movement. However, you’re not here to compete; your game is played in the shadows.

As you weave through the crowds, the scale of the event sinks in. The Olympics aren’t just a gathering of athletes; they’re a microcosm of the world. Each person here is a story, a mix of ambition, anxiety, and passion.

It’s easy to get lost in the sea of humanity, to blend in with the ebb and flow of emotions that permeate the atmosphere. This is what you count on, what allows you to move unnoticed.

The thrill of being surrounded by so many, yet remaining invisible, is exhilarating.

It’s a reminder of your purpose.

Your mission is clear: infiltrate the Olympics to investigate a suspicious sponsor with potential ties to drug smuggling.

The mastermind behind the cartel, Stefan Albescu, has been funding an Olympic team in an attempt to launder money.

Your superiors have tasked you with uncovering the truth and finding the proof.

The gravity of the situation weighs heavily on your mind. It’s not just about the potential criminal activities—there’s a delicate balance of international relations at play. A drug cartel funding a country's Olympic team? Any misstep could have far-reaching consequences.

Disguised as support staff, with a cap to cover your face, you blend seamlessly into the crowd.

As you walk, your eyes flicker over many people, taking note of their demeanour, their interactions. You’re constantly analysing, searching for anything out of the ordinary.

This is your life—always on edge, always assessing threats. It’s not an easy existence, but you’ve grown accustomed to it. There’s a certain satisfaction in knowing that you’re the one standing between order and chaos, even if no one else knows it.

Your attention is momentarily captured by a brightly coloured flyer fluttering in the wind. You snatch it mid-air, your curiosity piqued by the bold letters and flashy graphics.

The flyer promises a cultural exchange event later in the week, something that could be a perfect cover for your investigations.

As you absorb the details of the event, you feel a solid, warm presence against your shoulder, followed by a gentle, surprised exclamation.

"Ah, my apologies," a smooth voice says, and you look up to find yourself staring into the eyes of a charming man. He looks familiar, and after a moment of thought, you recall where you've seen him before. Scanning through the countless profiles of Olympic athletes, you remember him.

You can’t exactly recall his name but you think it was something like “Okinawa Tery” —close enough, you thought. You did remember he played for the Argentinian Olympic Volleyball team. You looked through his file more than usual. A Japanese player on an Argentinian squad had piqued your curiosity, but you quickly discovered there was nothing suspicious going on as he just naturalised as Argentinian to keep playing volleyball.

You stop your train of thoughts and opt to analyse him in the flesh. His hair is perfectly styled, his smile a calculated blend of charm and warmth. The kind of man who attracts attention, who draws people in with a magnetic allure that’s hard to resist. You can see that many would be captivated by him.

But you’re not like most people. You’ve encountered your fair share of charming men, men who use their looks and charisma as weapons, tools to get what they want. You know how to see through the façade, to recognize the person behind the mask.

Okinawa is striking, but you remain unfazed. You’ve danced this dance before, and you know how to lead it.

“No problem,” you reply, stepping aside to let him pass. There’s a flicker of surprise in Okinawa’s eyes at your nonchalance, but he recovers quickly, offering a slight bow before continuing on his way.

You watch him for a moment, noting the subtle way he carries himself, the confidence in his stride. It’s not arrogance, but rather a deep-seated assurance in his abilities and his place in the world.

As he walks away, Oikawa’s thoughts linger on the brief encounter. He’s used to people reacting differently to him, especially women. There’s usually a moment of awe, a flush of excitement, or a bashful smile. But you—there was something different about you. The way you looked at him, it wasn’t with the typical admiration he’s come to expect. It was as if you were sizing him up, analysing him like he was just another piece in a puzzle. He can’t help but wonder.

He’s learned to read people, to understand their intentions, their desires. It’s a skill that’s served him well in volleyball and in life.

He glances back over his shoulder, expecting to see you again, maybe to catch your eye and flash his signature smile, the one that usually makes hearts skip a beat. But when he looks, you’re already gone, vanished into the sea of people like a ghost.

Oikawa pauses, his mind whirring with possibilities. Who were you? Why did you seem so... unaffected?

He’s never been one to shy away from a challenge, and the thought of understanding why you looked him up and down like the flyer in hour hand sparks a flicker of excitement in him. But just as quickly as the thought comes, he brushes it aside.

He’s here for a reason, and that reason doesn’t involve chasing after women. There’s a gold medal at stake, and that’s where his focus needs to be.

You, on the other hand, tuck the flyer into your pocket and resume your path, your mind already shifting back to the task at hand. You’ve got bigger things to worry about than an encounter with a handsome athlete.

The thought of Okinawa fades into the background as you mentally review the details of your mission.

You’re here to do a job, and nothing—not even a handsome face—can distract you from that.

As you move through the village, you reflect on the nature of your work. You’ve always been able to separate your personal feelings from your professional duties. It’s what makes you good at what you do. But every now and then, something—or someone—comes along that challenges that separation. You’ve learned to deal with it, to push it aside, but there’s always a small part of you that wonders what it would be like to live a normal life. To not always be on edge, not always looking over your shoulder.

But normalcy is a luxury you can’t afford, and you’ve made your peace with that. Your life is about the mission, about protecting those who can’t protect themselves. And right now, that mission is Stefan Albescu.

You can’t afford to let anything distract you from that.

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Notes:

I hope you like the concept of yn calling Oikawa, "Okinawa". I think I'm going to keep that gag going until he's like wtf who you calling Okinawa 👀

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