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Tuscany, Italy 🇮🇹

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30 Questions for Your Tav! [ Ask Meme ]

[ Send in a number for a question to be answered! What is your Tav like? Who are they as a person? ]

Your Tav as a Companion

1. What would your Tav’s greetings be (at different levels of approval)? 2. Describe their tent setup! What’s on the outside? The inside? 3. What would their character quest be titled? Why? 4. What would your Tav’s romance scenes look like? How many would they have? 5. Describe their idle animations! 6. How would the player go about meeting them in Act 1? What is their introduction? 7. Describe their arc. How would a player help resolve it? What choices can be made? Can your Tav be turned down a dark path, or pulled to a lighter one? 8. After Act 3, what does their life look like? What are they talking about at the reunion party?

Back to Basics

9. What’s the significance behind your Tav’s name? 10. Does your Tav have a last name? Is there a meaning behind it? 11. What is your Tav’s go-to comfort food? 12. Does your Tav have any tattoos or scars? Why? 13. What is your Tav’s main color palette? Why do they choose those colors? 14. Where are they from? What was home like? 15. Is your Tav more likely to fight/flight/freeze/fawn? 16. What do they do for fun, when not adventuring? What are their hobbies? 17. Do they have any enemies outside of the main plot? Any friends? 18. Where/with whom do they feel safest? 19. What is their MBTI Type?

Deep Dives

20. What is their relationship to touch? Do they shy away from it? Do they need it to feel present? 21. Describe a defining moment from their past, which makes them who they are today! 22. How is your Tav’s relationship with their family? Their parents? 23. How does your Tav act in situations of stress? In moments of peace? 24. What does your Tav consider to be their own biggest character flaw? 25. What is something they would die on a hill over? 26. Give us one of your Tav’s secrets! 27. What is the worst thing they’ve ever done/said to someone they love? 28. Describe a smell that reminds your Tav of childhood. 29. What fears keep them up at night? 30. What does your Tav want more than anything?

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OOC: revamping?

ehe I'm kinda bored

Haven't rp here in a while

I'll have to do some revamping, baldurfy this account

Still in Castlevania, of course

But ye

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San Gimignano, Italy (by Luca Florio)

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oc asks: character design edition

FACE & FEATURES

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

face: Describe your OC's face. What's their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them?

stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

CUT & CLOTHES

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

outerwear: What's your OC's outerwear situation? Jacket, sweater, cloak? What sort of weather do they deal with most and how do they protect themselves?

footwear: What does your OC wear on their feet?

road: What does your OC wear while traveling? Do they have high-quality equipment, or are they making do? What does their gear look like?

armor: What kind of armor does your OC wear? Is it well kept? Bonus: where does it come from? Is there a story behind it?

arms: Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they're not fighting?

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

ACCESSORIES & ACCENTS

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

makeup: Does your OC wear makeup? How often? What kind? Why do they wear makeup, and do they like it?

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

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Wulgaria 'Moon Silver' Gown [x]

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Never mind, I found the backstory page, it's not visible unless you view the blog from the front page and see the sidebar and not the tumblr side bar.

oop- my bad, maybe I should have the link out somewhere- thanks!

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"right... My jewels..." Vitalia laughed softly, "I was frustrated. I'm not used to these things I wear. Now that I'm out here and not at the manor, I have no need for these things. The pain only sharpened my anger. Towards all this mess, I suppose."

At the offer to rest, she held her hand up, "no, no. There's no need for me to rest. I'll be fine, I insist. If I feel any further pain, I shall inform you."

Vitalia looked over at the direction Alucard pointed out. She furrowed her eyebrows, spotting the building, "ah, yes, I do see it.." she murmured but froze at the mention of Dracula. She quickly turned her head to face his gaze. Her face contorted into horror, desperation, and perhaps nausea.

"Affiliated...? No, absolutely not! Why, it'd be no better than affiliating with the worst of my enemies! I hadn't even the displeasure to meet such a fiend. It's bad enough I've had to deal with my master's followers, I would damn myself to hell if I rubbed elbows with the likes of HIM. I heard tales of him, you know? Never met him in person, but whispers and snarls of his name carried into my country. Refugees that escaped Romania a year before the horror, some after. They came to Italia and told us all about the demonic plagues. My people warned me not to go to Romania. So much had happened here, and I foolishly..." the woman shook her head, unable to finish her sentence.

She let out a shaky breath, nauseous at the idea of being associated with Dracula, nor any other vampires. Her face twisted slightly, as though she might consider vomiting, if she felt any sicker.

"perhaps in due time, I'll explain myself. How I got here. Why I left the place I called home. But don't ever suggest I'm associated with any single parasite among Dracula's court. I lived among parasites that sided with Dracula or at least shared a certain view on humans, but I never entertained their thoughts. I never wanted this. Do so again and we shall part ways. The thought of being involved with the tormentors of my people threatens me with an incurable illness."

Closed starter @askadrianalucardtepes

The night was as cruel as ever. It howled every night since the day Vitalia turned. It would almost scream at her. The cold was no longer a concern for her skin, as it had long paled since the bite. It certainly was not easy escaping, but she had chosen a good hour. Just as her aunt, cousins, and servants were awoken. She swore to the humans she would get the help they needed. Letters weren't enough to encourage a hero to find the estate in Timișoara, so it was high time she made her move.

Vitalia walked through the forest, holding up her embroidered dress. She can't recall when she left, and worried how many nights she had seen. How many times she had to quickly find shelter from the sun, how many times she's had to help herself to a deer or wild boar. She wondered if her people were alright without her, knowing all they've been through and what they may go through without her there to delay any blood parties.

Guilt eats her from the inside, like the festering parasite she once considered vampirism to be.

Upon first sight, she would seem to be a noblewoman. Hair carefully tended to, pearls adorned within the strands, playing on the hairnet. It was slightly loosened up, given the length of her travel, but miraculously still kept together. She wore a dress fitting for a woman of her status: gold, red, pure white. Embroidery she had a hand in the fabric before her escape. It was a bit heavy to walk around in for several hours, especially with her tight heels. Her toes were nearly squeezed together as she walked. The wrong shoe size was an inconvenient punishment, called by none other than Varujan. If she weren't locked in coffins or had other cruel punishments, her eldest cousin knew the best ways to harm Vitalia for her rebellious nature. Her inability to accept who she is. What she is.

Vitalia let out a pained cry, falling onto her knees. She lost her footing, causing a sharp pain to spike in her ankle. Enraged, frustrated, Vitalia began to dig under the hem of her dress to furiously yank the heels off her feet. She threw them at a tree with a hiss and another loud cry. What followed her the jewels on her hands, thrown across from her. Her hands found her hair, furiously and desperately trying to undo parts of her hair that was tightly snug before. Pearls were ripped out of her hair in the process of this struggle to undo her hair.

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Vitalia slowly lifted her head to meet the eyes of Alucard. She reached out her hand, hesitatingly, before she accepted Alucard's, allowing him to help her up. She hissed in slight pain from her feet, but it didn't seem to be much of an injury. Her grimace was short lived, given that she no longer was wearing the restricting heels that squeezed her feet.

"I lost my footing. I tripped over a moment before you found me. My footwear were to blame, I think. It was a miracle I walked all this way, I felt like my feet would crack if I walked any further. I will be fine, though. I can stand."

Vitalia pulled her hand away to hold her own hand, straightening herself up. Her posture was almost regal, as though she was trained to stand in a certain way as a lady.

"is your place of residence far from here?"

Closed starter @askadrianalucardtepes

The night was as cruel as ever. It howled every night since the day Vitalia turned. It would almost scream at her. The cold was no longer a concern for her skin, as it had long paled since the bite. It certainly was not easy escaping, but she had chosen a good hour. Just as her aunt, cousins, and servants were awoken. She swore to the humans she would get the help they needed. Letters weren't enough to encourage a hero to find the estate in Timișoara, so it was high time she made her move.

Vitalia walked through the forest, holding up her embroidered dress. She can't recall when she left, and worried how many nights she had seen. How many times she had to quickly find shelter from the sun, how many times she's had to help herself to a deer or wild boar. She wondered if her people were alright without her, knowing all they've been through and what they may go through without her there to delay any blood parties.

Guilt eats her from the inside, like the festering parasite she once considered vampirism to be.

Upon first sight, she would seem to be a noblewoman. Hair carefully tended to, pearls adorned within the strands, playing on the hairnet. It was slightly loosened up, given the length of her travel, but miraculously still kept together. She wore a dress fitting for a woman of her status: gold, red, pure white. Embroidery she had a hand in the fabric before her escape. It was a bit heavy to walk around in for several hours, especially with her tight heels. Her toes were nearly squeezed together as she walked. The wrong shoe size was an inconvenient punishment, called by none other than Varujan. If she weren't locked in coffins or had other cruel punishments, her eldest cousin knew the best ways to harm Vitalia for her rebellious nature. Her inability to accept who she is. What she is.

Vitalia let out a pained cry, falling onto her knees. She lost her footing, causing a sharp pain to spike in her ankle. Enraged, frustrated, Vitalia began to dig under the hem of her dress to furiously yank the heels off her feet. She threw them at a tree with a hiss and another loud cry. What followed her the jewels on her hands, thrown across from her. Her hands found her hair, furiously and desperately trying to undo parts of her hair that was tightly snug before. Pearls were ripped out of her hair in the process of this struggle to undo her hair.

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The woman froze when she felt the blade against her skin. She should have known better, the likes of her kind aren't taken kindly. A curse forever burdened to her. She couldn't move, in fear of the very wrong move could get her killed, and all of the people that depend on her would be doomed.

Vitalia spoke softly, keeping her eyes on the ground, "my name is Lady Vitalia Botezatu. I am not from these parts. I traveled from far from Timișoara. I am not interested in taking any innocent life, if that concerns you. I assume you know what I am, already? My circumstances aren't like the power hungry, starving parasites you must be used to slaying. I will forever be grateful for those who rid this world of my kind. Monster hunters, angry villagers, I'm grateful for them all, but I am not the one to be slain. I have people to take care of as well, if you are willing to hear what I have to say, before piercing my heart and dooming them to the ones who ought to be slain."

"please.." she murmured, "if I die now, all will be lost for them. At least let me tell you who are in need of assistance, where to find them, and then you may do as you wish to me as long as you save them, send them my regards if you must and tell them in their name, I perished. It's too late for me, obviously, but not for my people, they deserve a chance. If you don't believe me or won't hear me out, then let me go and I will travel away from your people to get help elsewhere, or at least plan my next steps to get them help. You needn't worry about me, nor my intentions. I'm fine feasting on the creatures of these woods. I've done so for a long time up until this point."

"I beseech you, sir... spare my life for now. I will cooperate."

Closed starter @askadrianalucardtepes

The night was as cruel as ever. It howled every night since the day Vitalia turned. It would almost scream at her. The cold was no longer a concern for her skin, as it had long paled since the bite. It certainly was not easy escaping, but she had chosen a good hour. Just as her aunt, cousins, and servants were awoken. She swore to the humans she would get the help they needed. Letters weren't enough to encourage a hero to find the estate in Timișoara, so it was high time she made her move.

Vitalia walked through the forest, holding up her embroidered dress. She can't recall when she left, and worried how many nights she had seen. How many times she had to quickly find shelter from the sun, how many times she's had to help herself to a deer or wild boar. She wondered if her people were alright without her, knowing all they've been through and what they may go through without her there to delay any blood parties.

Guilt eats her from the inside, like the festering parasite she once considered vampirism to be.

Upon first sight, she would seem to be a noblewoman. Hair carefully tended to, pearls adorned within the strands, playing on the hairnet. It was slightly loosened up, given the length of her travel, but miraculously still kept together. She wore a dress fitting for a woman of her status: gold, red, pure white. Embroidery she had a hand in the fabric before her escape. It was a bit heavy to walk around in for several hours, especially with her tight heels. Her toes were nearly squeezed together as she walked. The wrong shoe size was an inconvenient punishment, called by none other than Varujan. If she weren't locked in coffins or had other cruel punishments, her eldest cousin knew the best ways to harm Vitalia for her rebellious nature. Her inability to accept who she is. What she is.

Vitalia let out a pained cry, falling onto her knees. She lost her footing, causing a sharp pain to spike in her ankle. Enraged, frustrated, Vitalia began to dig under the hem of her dress to furiously yank the heels off her feet. She threw them at a tree with a hiss and another loud cry. What followed her the jewels on her hands, thrown across from her. Her hands found her hair, furiously and desperately trying to undo parts of her hair that was tightly snug before. Pearls were ripped out of her hair in the process of this struggle to undo her hair.

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Closed starter @askadrianalucardtepes

The night was as cruel as ever. It howled every night since the day Vitalia turned. It would almost scream at her. The cold was no longer a concern for her skin, as it had long paled since the bite. It certainly was not easy escaping, but she had chosen a good hour. Just as her aunt, cousins, and servants were awoken. She swore to the humans she would get the help they needed. Letters weren't enough to encourage a hero to find the estate in Timișoara, so it was high time she made her move.

Vitalia walked through the forest, holding up her embroidered dress. She can't recall when she left, and worried how many nights she had seen. How many times she had to quickly find shelter from the sun, how many times she's had to help herself to a deer or wild boar. She wondered if her people were alright without her, knowing all they've been through and what they may go through without her there to delay any blood parties.

Guilt eats her from the inside, like the festering parasite she once considered vampirism to be.

Upon first sight, she would seem to be a noblewoman. Hair carefully tended to, pearls adorned within the strands, playing on the hairnet. It was slightly loosened up, given the length of her travel, but miraculously still kept together. She wore a dress fitting for a woman of her status: gold, red, pure white. Embroidery she had a hand in the fabric before her escape. It was a bit heavy to walk around in for several hours, especially with her tight heels. Her toes were nearly squeezed together as she walked. The wrong shoe size was an inconvenient punishment, called by none other than Varujan. If she weren't locked in coffins or had other cruel punishments, her eldest cousin knew the best ways to harm Vitalia for her rebellious nature. Her inability to accept who she is. What she is.

Vitalia let out a pained cry, falling onto her knees. She lost her footing, causing a sharp pain to spike in her ankle. Enraged, frustrated, Vitalia began to dig under the hem of her dress to furiously yank the heels off her feet. She threw them at a tree with a hiss and another loud cry. What followed her the jewels on her hands, thrown across from her. Her hands found her hair, furiously and desperately trying to undo parts of her hair that was tightly snug before. Pearls were ripped out of her hair in the process of this struggle to undo her hair.

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Ye just kinda itching for rp, grab me on discord, it's just #Diana2412Assassin

Ye

Mostly have ocs but I can also rp canons I guess ruurueiiejdj

I prefer to avoid one liners, so I'd say semi-lit? I'm exhausted af so three sentences could be the limit fr

I'm 18+, I like angst a lot, we don't have to go overboard if angst comes up in the rp, really. I mean, it doesn't always have to pop up but I do like angst.

Shipping is... Alright I guess? I don't really mind it (no, not with Gunther, he kitty we don't ship kitties). If you want a shipping rp, just know I prefer to see where it goes and if chemistry is there. I just have experience with some folks in the past that try to force a ship on me and then get EXTREMELY mad if my characters reject their advances, or they try to "seduce" my characters so that's why I want to make it clear that I prefer a build up if the intention to rp is doing a ship

But ye

Idk what else to put

I just really want to rp and have fun

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Agitate my muse!

Anon or not - ic or not - go in my inbox and bother my muse! Ask them questions - bring up things they don’t want to acknowledge! Or, just bother them in general! Ask about their relationship with other muses - go nuts!

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details about ocs!

send an emoji/description of emoji to learn more about a writer's oc! many of these are taken from my munday asks meme, because i thought it would be fun to make a version for characters too! the prompts are categorized by emoji type and given descriptions in case anyone can't see the symbols. can be used for roleplayers and any general writers alike! for roleplayers, these can also be used for your interpretations of canon characters if you so desire as well!

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒. 💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)? 🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars? ✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person? 🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies? 💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings? 🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos? 📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)? 🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)? 🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities? 🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?

𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒. 🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often? 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. 💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits? 🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming? 🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons? 🔶 LARGE ORANGE DIAMOND — does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise? 🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. 🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use? 🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday? 🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets? 🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends? 🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal? 🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? 🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school? 🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening? 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits? 🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? 💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits? 💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? 🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends? 💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any? 💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside? 💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world? 💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background? 🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒. 🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs? 🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)? 🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)? 🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer? 🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast? 🥪 SANDWICH — what does your oc's typical lunch look like? do they usually eat lunch? 🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner? 🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink? ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄. 😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life? 😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved? 🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? 🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional? 🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy? 🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions? 😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool? 😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge? 😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone? 🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

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For new blog~

Not ready yet, but I'll be getting my laptop back on Monday since it's getting cleaned up, but I'm thinking to set up some things cause bills are going up.

Tips, I think? That's a thing on Tumblr, isn't it?

Regardless, I'll figure something out once I get my laptop back here, I definitely could use the extra money.

So much for writing a book, ahaha-

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Cause like

I feel like writing

And I'm sure it'll help make things interesting

Besides I don't get many asks if at all (literally one which I loved writing for and would very much love more anons ^-^) so might as well do something for my tumblrs to make them interesting

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"Ah. A vampire. It is quite a strange sight to see one of the undead, not feeding into their carnal desire. To think, that for centuries.

Your so called 'Prey' have been hunting down your kind. Despite all of you coming from a former phase, lot of you call 'Human'. If you were to not drink from your main prey. But rather prey on the weaker and less nutritious animals. Wouldnt that make you weak as well.

And if so. Your other kins would be able to take you down quite easily as they are much stronger than you.

You have to remember my dear. This is the survival of the fittest. Regardless of What you do or Where you go. You have to strive to be on the top. Otherwise others will always try to topple you down"

Vitalia narrowed her eyes at the stranger, though she kept her composure. Her fingers interlocked with each other, "I am not sure how you've gotten in here, but I am assume you're one of my aunt's parasites that she's allowed in? A bloodsucking enemy that haunted my people, to convince me to embrace this cursed body of mine? Arrogant knave."

"the humans hunt the like of us down because we threaten their lives. I remember what it was like to be human quite well. In our village, we lived in fear by nightfall. I've lost a great deal of friends to the Venetian vampires. Rich, noble vampires that targeted us peasants, for their own amusement I assume. Hunger as well. My people even began to turn against each other because of those pests."

She curled her fingers into a fist, "they used to dig up the graves of the dead, break jaws, put bricks in their mouths. If not dishonoring our families, they'd turn against the living, accusing each other. The vampire kind has lead them to do so."

"quite frankly..." Vitalia placed a hand on her chest in thought, "I do not care about what happens to me. I am fortunate enough to be trapped here, in the likes of my aunt's estate. I have my own chambers, there's guards in every corner, and though I hate this place deeply, I am well protected. She continues to try to persuade me, but I will continue to act against my nature until I am taken down. Vampire hunter , other vampires, I do not care. This game of survival, I will not take the lives of others. I have seen what become of these parasites I call my own kind. The joy in their eyes, how their ears perk up as their victim screams in agony. I won't be like those monsters."

"Also... Don't you refer to me as dear again. Nor any other endearing names. Begone. I will entertain you no further. I am done speaking with parasites, trying to push me towards darkness. The likes of you, ruled by power, greed, hatred had ruined my life enough."