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                                                     My dearest Mina,

                                                 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭                                                 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭                                                             𝓞𝓯

                                      𝓜𝓐𝓖𝓝𝓞𝓛𝓘𝓐

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“will you be my valentine?”

“A son of the Pillar Men propositions me? How flattered I am~” She teased, emerging from her hidden form to face the fellow vampire. “It’s been long since I’ve met kindred born from the Stone Mask as opposed to feeding on another… Rarely does your kind interest me, despite being ‘kindred,’ unable to know the beauty of the sun’s rays…”

But, she grinned.

“But you seem different than most. Why should I consider being yours, Sir Dio?”

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send my muse “will you be my valentine?” to see their reaction !

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                Time  HEALS  all wounds,                                 but the  SCARS  remains

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"I’m looking for something unusual in flowers, I’ll admit.”

How this world so often changed so that now even music could be wielded as a weapon now. Lucy did not truly understand it, this power that to her was like the power of hypnosis wielded by vampires...

“You probably don’t keep them on the sales floor... do you have any flowers that have begun to wilt but are not yet completely dead?”

“Flowers that are not quite dead but not quite alive; if you have anything like that... I’m interested in buying them.”

Still, she had to admit, this country had picked itself up nicely after the World War; perhaps she was just being left behind in the times, unable to adapt to this modern, digital world? Perhaps... but at the least, looking around this store, it would seem that people would always flowers.

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Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships

Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too

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its my god given bisexual right to be dramatic

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Lucy stirred in her sleep, remembering long-forgotten days, having dozed off on the beach of Cartagena, listening to waves...

Why can’t they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble? But this is heresy, and I must not say it. I am glad to say that, though I was crying, I was able to look into Mr. Morris’s brave eyes, and I told him out straight:—

“Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.”

“That’s my brave girl. It’s better worth being late for a chance of winning you than being in time for any other girl in the world. Don’t cry, my dear. If it’s for me, I’m a hard nut to crack; and I take it standing up. If that other fellow doesn’t know his happiness, well, he’d better look for it soon, or he’ll have to deal with me. Little girl, your honesty and pluck have made me a friend, and that’s rarer than a lover; it’s more unselfish anyhow. My dear, I’m going to have a pretty lonely walk between this and Kingdom Come. Won’t you give me one kiss? It’ll be something to keep off the darkness now and then. You can, you know, if you like, for that other good fellow—he must be a good fellow, my dear, and a fine fellow, or you could not love him—hasn’t spoken yet.”

The visages in her head shifted once more.

“Arthur! Oh, my love, I am so glad you have come!” Lucy had cried out at seeing her husband, tears in her eyes and close to death. Even though she knew this would be the end... to die alongside her husband, surely there was nothing more a woman could ask for? She was fading in and out, not fully aware of what was happening anymore... but for some reason, Professor Van Helsing insisted for them to not kiss on the lips, and like that Lucy died, having never kissed another on the lips.

“I... we can go somewhere magical,” Lucy had coaxed her first victim, the young boy. “Would you... like to live forever?” The boy’s, a street orphan’s eyes widened. “My husband and I... we can... a family...!” The newly turned vampire smiled, despite how strongly she trembled at the idea of what she was to do. But this was it; the gift of eternal life, given by the Count. Happy together, forever...

But, she couldn’t bring herself to finish the job.

“Come to me, Arthur. Leave these others and come to me. My arms are hungry for you. Come, and we can rest together. Come, my husband, come!” She truly wanted Arthur by her side, really, she did! But with a stake in her stomach now...

“Dr... Seward...”

“Lucy...”

Her brain refused to show her what had happened next. But rather, visages of several decades following; the new century, the roaring 20′s, partying with socialites, sex and high class foods, ripping people apart with her fangs, her smuggling operations and-

“Lucy, you know you’ll always be my best friend, right?”

After a brief flash to her childhood, seeing she, her eyes snapped open.

“Ah... just dreams.”

She looked at the ocean, walking on the beach until she was knee-deep in water, the rough waves crashing on her.

My dearest Mina, what would you say if you saw me now, what I have done?

She looked at the full moon above her, reaching for it.

“We said as children we’d be friends forever, didn’t we...?”

But Lucy was old enough to know that promises like that were foolish, silly things, and that as adults there was only so much evil one could commit before even the greatest of friendships would collapse under it’s weight.

The choice to do good or evil was something all possessed. These were her decisions, no matter what Mina’s memory made; her life since that day, they were her decisions, and only she could decide if she wanted to repent and do good in this world...

“Hmmm.”

She grasped her hand, imagining she was crushing the moon.

“I’m...”

“Hungry.”

The night was young.

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          i  did  not  fall  from  the  tree,

                                                            said  the  apple.

                                                                                  ��        i  became  it.

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“The fearless are merely without fear. People who act in spite of their fear are truly brave.“ 

— James A. Lafond-Lewis

Independent Fallout New Vegas OC

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OC and Crossover Friendly

Mun is Over 18

Eight Years RP experience

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                                                  So we roll the dice,                                               See where they may fall                                     Come on, why don’t we spin the wheel                                                  See whom it may call

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