actually the best ship dynamic is i would kill for you. i would kill anyone who layed a hand on you. please let me kill for you. please let me show my devotion by dirtying my hands, it's the only way i know how. let me destroy anything that hurts you. i've hurt you too. i'm destroying myself.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀POOH ⎢ black ⎢ he/any ⎢ 21
just a personal where i rt shit i like/shit that reminds me of shit i like. i don't follow first (unless i know you), i'm chillin. dni criteria is keep it cute n have some fuckin sense lmao (basic criteria applies; 17+).
INTERESTS: my ocs (+ occanon), the sims, smt (3+4), nct (127 only; yuta bias), theology, bears, media in general (art, music, etc).
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(gehenna-calling) okay i am very curious about your dancing malk so let's go: 🌹🧛♀️⌛🤝
ST. VITUS THE THIRD.
🌹 What clan do they belong to and how do they feel about them?
St. Vitus the Third belongs to the Malkavians! However, the St. Vitus' sometimes feel like their own separate breed, in a way, especially given their persistence of the Dancing Plague within their vitae. St. Vitus the Third found that his variant of the Dancing Plague is stronger than his predecessors.
St. Vitus the Third doesn't feel particularly negative nor positive about other Malkavians, nor to the clan as a whole; indeed, he's rather neutral when things are considered on a group level rather than individual level. He thinks that even when someone belongs to a certain clan, that individual circumstances prevail above and beyond.
🧛♀️ Do they have any preference regarding who they feed on/how they feed?
St. Vitus the Third doesn't care, one way or another; furthermore, he doesn't fuss about the preservation of polite vampiric practices. If he wants to drink from an animal, he will. If he wants to drink from blood bags, he will. If he wants to drink from a human, he will.
He's very much a person of reinless whimsy. He does what he wants, when he wants.
⌛ When and how were they turned?
World War I was declared in 1914; he sought enlistment in the early months of 1915. While part of him wanted the enlist shortly after declaration, others aspects held him back; it was only after he received a white feather, from one of the many women of the Order of the White Feather, to declare him a coward in public, did he feel compelled to finally relent. Unfortunately, after a physical examination, he was deemed unfit for military combat due to being “a physical woman”. Freddie was slighted, upset, ashamed. He sadly returned back to his work, but found things … different. He was very vague about why he was refused enlistment, which leaned to people suspecting him of some kind of disease or ill-will that he was hiding. This resulted in a steady decline of interest in his work in watchmaking.
After the conclusion of World War I, in 1922, Freddie sought consolation in the United States of America. He felt like a fresh start was needed, and with the war behind them, he could seek something new and different. On their approximately five-week voyage, in the last week and a half, a strange passenger finally emerged from their room. The individual was in unique, brightly coloured garb, and spoke in unusual tongues. They spoke of their name, St. Vitus the Second, which earned them a few laughs. They smiled crookedly. They beckoned those who laughed at them, and abruptly broke out in a musicless dance. Those same people were flecked with amusement, but ultimately confused.
Before they knew it, they’d begun dancing too. Before anyone knew it, almost the entire passenger cluster erupted into soundless rhythm, jutting and jerking and flowing as though music toyed in their eardrums. Select few from the sailing staff sought to quell the dancing, only to end up roped into it too. Those who hadn’t succumbed to the dancing throes were asked to stay far away from anyone who dared even tap their feet.
Freddie was caught up amidst the rhythm. He was the one which succeeded, dancing for as long and as hard as their unusual conductor. While others collapsed, pained and exhausted, Freddie prevailed. St. Vitus the Second was intrigued.
Two days prior to them arriving in New York, on April the 29th, 1922, Freddie Campbell was Embraced. He became St. Vitus the Third.
🤝 What is their relationship with their sire like?
Very positive, actually! St. Vitus the First (sometimes just called St. Vitus) is St. Vitus the Third's grandsire, and they, too, have a positive relationship.
The St. Vitus' are like a little family. A very odd family, yes, but a family nevertheless. Some people might quip that they put themselves above the clan, and they would be right! They care more about each other than the clan itself, let alone vampiric politics and squabbles.
@gehenna-calling
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ambrose and michael are cute actually. swank you're out it's a rare childhood friends to lovers moment for me and i'm living for it.
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