#perladivenezia

[nosferatu-pvssy]

This is so Santino and Bianca to me. In my heart they are my parents. 😫💕

@perladivenezia @desanctii

[auburnandamberangel]

↕ for a scared/worried text

[Text: My Lady] I sent him away as I can't face the constant watch for the world to fall if he's taken by...that egomaniac Lestat showed mercy to. Less real if I message with a phone than my mind

[violeteyedvampiremolloy]

⚡

⚡ an angry text:

[Text: BB] Any tips on how to muzzle a Marius?!

[Text: BB] I feel like I'm in a nasty double divorce, for such a refined soul he can be such a bitch with his words to Armand.

[sangcreole]

Continued from (x) with @perladivenezia

"No one wants to fall off a cliff alone," She answered absentmindedly, her gaze on the door that closed at the other side of the room. She turned to Louis and gave him a quick, halfhearted smile as if trying to reassure him she was only jesting but could not quite convince herself either.

Across the room at the other side of the closed door sat the council. Armand was there as well as Marius and Pandora and they will likely disagree on something tonight as they disagree on everything almost every time they sat down for council duties. Lestat was there too, of course. Yet Louis was here, at her side.

"Won't you be joining them tonight?"

He allows his gaze to linger on her face a little longer, studying the soft curve of her cheek, the halo of pleated gold framing her perfectly set features. Her smile is mostly hollow, but he returns the gesture out of kindness, bowing his head ever so slightly as he allows a soft smile to grace his features.

“Is that what it feels like? Falling off a cliff?” He counters her question with one of his own, his head cocking to the side, just so, in curiosity. 

It’s no secret that Louis, at times, has a distaste for certain elements of their little council. Political science is a fascinating study, but practical politics is a messy affair that he cannot bring himself to appreciate in the way others seem to need him to. Despite all those years he’d spent harboring all his blazing questions, his insatiable thirst for knowledge of their kind, Louis has no true ambition to serve anyone. 

Perhaps that is why his presence is so vital in the room, after all.

[desanctii]

“How did you find this place?”

"It wasn't well hidden." His voice was soft and deep as it swept away with the nightly wind, a canopy of stars crashing on his shoulders like waves. His hair was not shorn tonight and he seemed a great pretender of medieval nobility with his dark eyes and austere nose.

"Surely you don't mean to tell me that I am not welcome." Even so, he did not approach. There was no wariness, no expectation of reproach, and yet he stayed his advance. Much the wild animal, he watches with passive interest what she would do. There was something gone from him, a layer of civility that seemed scraped off like shellac. He went on foot which was strange enough and the clothes he wore, though clean were unmended. He must have come a long way.

"Am I unwelcome?"

[everarddelanden]

@ for a middle of the night text

[Instagram message] Hey

[Instagram message] You awake?

[Instagram message] Think I saw you enter The Alt when I just left.

[Instagram message] Don't take the Bloody Mary there. They dilute it with cheap stuff.

[Instagram message] What do you call a dog that can do magic?

[dannymolloy]

“Sorry for the scorched carpet.“ Daniel’s face showed a grimace of regret. “Is it replacable or was it a souvenir from your time alive?“

[rhoshamandes]

💭 favourite fragrances

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 — send 💭 + a topic to receive a headcanon about said topic.

"I assume 'blood' would be underwhelmingly obvious." He exhaled through his nostrils. "I am fond of faint, natural fragrances. The humid scent of the forest after a downpour is one of the few that I have often favored."

[intervieweird]

EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE

bold whatever  applies  to  your  muse.   italicize the  things  that  only  somewhat apply / are verse dependent.   REPOST ,   DON’T  REBLOG.

been cheated on  |  been bullied  |  had your heart broken  |  broken someone’s heart  | told a horrible lie  |  been betrayed  |  been framed / set-up  | stolen something of value |  overdosed on drugs  |  been drunk |  cheated  |  bullied | been publicly humiliated  |   punched someone in the face |  been beaten up  |  broken a bone  |  been admitted to a hospital  | put someone in the hospital  | had a near - death experience  | been drugged  |  done drugs  |  smoked  |  been arrested |  been homeless |  been forced to commit a crime  | died and came back to life  |  kissed someone you weren’t attracted to  | bled severely  | killed someone  | been forced to kill someone  | had an attempt on your life |  made an attempt on your own life  |  lost someone  | loved someone  |  watched a loved one die  | failed to save / help a loved one | felt helpless |  watched your world die / disappear |  had your life’s work stolen /  destroyed

gone without food for over three days  | gone without sleep for over three days  | been tortured / questioned  |  been shot | been stabbed  |  been poisoned  |  been held prisoner | been trapped |  been buried alive  |  been held hostage  | held someone hostage  | been stuck in a different world / universe / time  |  been abused by someone who should have loved / appreciated / valued you | had a panic attack  |  had night terrors  |  been in a car accident  |  lost your job  | lost a fight |  had sex with a stranger |  been divorced  |  been abandoned  |  passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep  |  spent a whole day in bed  | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself |  taken your anger out on someone you love  | been used | been manipulated |  felt used  | manipulated someone else |  had your memories / mind wiped / stolen or tampered with  |  been taken over by a hostile force  | been terrified |  played a cruel game on someone  | been forced to smile  | felt too many things at once |  laughed when you felt like crying  | been in denial  | been denied  | faced your demons

Tagged by: @perladivenezia (welcome back lovely!!!)

Tagging: take it!

[buddyfightbarista]

stole this from @perladivenezia

[ooc; no I do not know why Sagittarius is missing]

THE  MUSE  AS  THE  ZODIAC  SIGNS

bold what applies to your muse. italicize what applies sometimes. strike what is never applicable.

ARIES: bonfires, competitiveness, hand veins, loud laughs, messy hair, sneaking out at 2am, abandoned beaches, stray dogs, candle lights, body language, creaking floorboards, ouija boards, having no regrets, karaoke nights out

TAURUS: house plants, oversized sweaters, soft hands, fuzzy socks, visiting big cities, snoozing your alarm clock, the colour yellow, vanilla scented candles, aloe vera, fruit smoothies, baking cookies, the mom friend, loves the ukulele

GEMINI: femme fatale movies, in love with female villains, sharp eyeliner, quick-witted, does things out of spite, do no harm but take no shit, in love with dogs, probably cries during sad movies but won’t admit it, easily excited, ripped jeans

CANCER: mermaids, easily infatuated by love, smelling flowers, picnics in open fields, gets sad when thinking about the past, impressed easily, daydreaming in class, plucking fresh fruit, loves skirts and fashion, would die for their friends

LEO: confident in what they do, kill them with kindness, high ponytails, probably wants to visit paris once, not afraid to tell the truth, in love with cute animals, the one to lift others up, good at teamwork, the warm feeling of summer, dragons

LIBRA: soft blankets, cuddling the ones you love, always standing up for your friends, hopeless romantic, can be very distant, can be a little dramatic, pretty hair, dresses nicely, tries to be popular on social media, optimistic, humorous

SCORPIO: cottages in the woods, in love with greek mythology, vintage t-shirts, really emotional but doesn’t want anyone to know, determined, moonlight, pretty handwriting, into the retro aesthetic, rainy days, doesn’t judge people, cats

CAPRICORN: cold aura, coffee is what keeps them going, probably haven’t slept in two days, actually a big softie, high-waisted jeans, cute pet videos, small apartments, has too many notebooks, often goes to the library, writing essays

AQUARIUS: loves to paint and do any kind of art, wants to live at the seaside, knows a lot of random facts, shares food, messy notes, bullshits an entire essay, graffiti, has their own distinct style, wants to live their life like they want to

PISCES: old teddy bears, unsent love letters, mom-jeans, loves to sing, feels at home by the ocean, writes poetry, hard-workers, always up for deep conversations, probably did the stupid thing, open curtains, a soft breeze

[count-v-dracula]

@perladivenezia ;••••; cont. from (x)

Once this medieval era castle (dubbed Castle Frankenstein by the village, after the man that took residence there), was glowing and humming with life. The finest equipment, dynamos, generators, and transformers filled every room. A scientist and his benefactor labored over the prospect of perfecting and achieving galvanism. One event led to another, the Count’s grandiose goal met but quickly undone with Dracula’s second death and unforeseen regeneration.

A year later, now, it was. Castle Frankenstein held nothing but ghosts, and often, the Count would retreat to the edifice on the outskirts of the village, in mourning of what was lost. Now, he was at the beginning of this life, it seemed, all over again. 

“A reason...” he echoed, the one that had found refuge in one of the lower chambers, severed electrical wires littering the floor along with dead leaves and cobwebs. He could not speak anymore upon it directly, as his eyes trailed upward in contemplation.

“I, too, favor the living. I favor life, I wanted life. But, this is a grave you occupy and I am the ghost, for I am the one that remains,” he paused, to swallow down the bitterness of what had happened here, “that is still tethered to this place, as all else have perished.”

Dracula shook his head and rose a pacifying hand at the apology -- she was not disturbing anything at all, yet. He could have been angered that any should set foot here, but his grieving outweighed any spark of upset. She was unaware of the history these stone walls became witness to. In fact, it was not surprising that a vampire, though one of a different ilk, for her blood did not sing with his own, would find refuge here.

[nosferatu-pvssy]

Me and my two obsessions concerning @perladivenezia : Pregnant Bianca and like in this case... male!Bianca.

link: x

[auburnandamberangel]

[violeteyedvampiremolloy]

What tragic horror character trope are you?

the harbinger

the harbingers have been through fire. you've got the scars to show for it. some people say harbingers are jaded- scary, even, to people who don't understand that the harbinger has seen the edge of the world and survived it. but being the harbinger means you're cursed to watch younger, brighter eyes fall for the same traps you did. trying to help isn't enough for you; you know what they're getting themselves into, and you want to protect them the way no one ever protected you, so why won't they just listen? it's frustrating. it's terrifying. no one should have to live through what you did, and i hope you know that you can't protect everyone but it's damn noble of you to try. it's not your job to save the world but i hope you know you've already made a difference to everyone who has taken your words to heart.

Stolen from: @perladivenezia

Tagging: @childofmanynames @vamparmand @amadeo-child-of-the-renaissance @symphonyofmalice anyone else ^_^

[desanctii]

"of course we're in love, that's why i tried to shoot you."

"Lord above," Santino shook out his collar, straightened it against his tense shoulders. The hole in the wallpaper will be for someone else to explain. He rounded the bed with long strides, forceful in his advance, with the smoking gun still between him and Bianca. She had a marksman's eye and no wonder. Before she could save it from him, or reload, his grip swallowed up hers. He guided the weapon away from their bodies as if in a dancer's stance. Her arm, not as long as his, needed to strain with his pull. She looked ravishing like this, gleaming like a pearl in the dark, swathed by his shadow and yet luminous. Her eyes peered up at him with a light all their own, something he could not eclipse. Would not dare to.

"And what exactly did I do to deserve a bullet from the woman who is in love with me? Don't blame it on your temperament. I am more Sicilian than you."

[everarddelanden]

A letter arrived

I can smell your perfume here in Siena. It would be a crime to visit Toscana, without visiting my beautiful city. My gates are open.

E.d.L.