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were she lucid enough to know of opal’s machinations, she would have told her she didn’t need to be under compulsion to do whatever she wished. opal already owned her, from the minute her cold eyes turned warm and doted on her. marisol was like chaff in the wind going wherever opal’s breeze would send her. there was something in her heart that yearned for the attention and validation. a parasite had planted underneath her skin that could only be soothed by the touch of opal’s hand from her idolized throne. “uh huh.” she nodded dumbly washed in golden comfort.

  “      good!    come on,  then ...     ”     opal  clutches  dig  deeper  ,      every careless second without supervisions    --  & scorpions will do what they do .       there is something about the sheer admiration in her eyes that makes her     ----- that much hungrier.     fingers laced ,    warmth tingles down her arm;   she leads them further and further from the the crowd of swaying bodies,  into the vastness of the night .    the noise from the club fades into a distant memory as a tall man comes into view,  waiting patiently by the black cat,   motionless and unnaturally still.      “       since you’re such a good girl  ---     i’ll let you absolutely  ravish  my closet later.     ”      a hushed promise glazes her jagged teeth ;      already comfortably settled in her seat ,    a hand playfully yanks marisol inside the vehicle with a muffled snicker.

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UNFAZED BY HOSTILITY,     it seems as though piercing daggers would do nothing but fuel her .     “        you’re just a tiny ball of anger and resentment ,    aren’t you ?     so cute...         ”      pads trace the smooth edges of her rings ,      gaze tauntingly unflinching as she gracefully outstretches in her seat,   quelling a slippery sigh between her teeth.       “       that looks a little tight,  though --      let me fix it !     come now...     don’t be so skittish...      ”

@mvtilted   //  starter call.

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mnstrfight‌.

         KEEP  WALKING.  the  words  play  in  the  mind  ;   it  isn’t  her  place  to  interfere  anymore.  it  was  given  up—  willingly  so.  but  the  purring  voice  catches  the  wind.  and  her  feet  won’t  move.  exhausted,  thoroughly  so  ;   the  former  hunter  should  get  home.  today’s  shift  took  too  much.  but  old  habits  die  hard.  when  her  feet  start  moving  it  isn’t  towards  the  train  that  would  take  her  to  her  waiting  bed.          “ they  don’t  look  lost  to  me. ”          voice  firm,  and  dry  as  the  sahara.  she  has  no  time  for  games  and  isn’t  inclined  to  stick  around  long  enough  to  be  next  on  the  menu.  but  to  keep  walking—  it  just  doesn’t  sit  right.          “ i  dare  say,  it  is  you  who  seems  to  have  lost  their  way. ”

THE BOND IS ABRUPTLY SUNDERED     &    the bewitched young man staggers to his feet and knees .         for a moment ,     he looks simply dazed     ----  disoriented.    then proceeds to mumble some incoherent apology before setting off afoot into the veil of darkness that extends ahead .        opal looks ...      morose,   almost ---- watching his silhouette be swallowed.     “      aw.     ”      mewling a vapid,   remorseful note,    her eyes shift to scan her peripheral but her head doesn’t follow.      “     you scared him away...       who knows   what   he could bump into out there .        ”         saccharine morphs into something acidic as heels shift,    an adorned hand pressed to her empty stomach   ---  pristine gown cut low between her ribs ,    gold washed out by the dim lighting .         something darker looks back through the eyes of a girl    ------ an ancient,  primordial thing of unquenchable thirst.       with a sore mien,  it skims the vacant surroundings ...       no backups?         reckless,   reckless ....         “        l o s t ?      maybe i am.          ”      SILENCE.    sauntering close .    closer .     closer  ,     imposing  &   menacing ,       it feels like the sighting of a haunting whose ghostly feet glide effortlessly,   hovering mere inches above the ground .    further away ,    if you dared searching further into the abyss ,    you might spot two bulky silhouettes,   unnaturally still.          “      i think ...        you might just have to walk me home .      ”        bared claws latch to the girl’s loose wrist,  spindly fingers applying enough pressure to see the imprints of her rings sprout in a reddish hue .      she can just about picture ...     the bone moving,  shifting underneath the skin,   skin tearing like paper ,    blood gushing ...    gushing ...        how terribly vivid of a home has this girl made of her imagination .   “       i guess you’re not so bad...       ”

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deathriddn‌.

@deathriddn

the somewhat casual dress was short enough for comfort and besides, magdalena had never been one for fancy occasions either. grimace tugs at her lips and the others words, the blonde giving a small shake of her head. “ i’m not trying to impress anyone today. pass on that, “ tugging at the edges of the soft cotton dress, willing it to be a little longer. “ we don’t exactly have the same style, y’know? “

bemused ,    there is a menacing undertone to how guilelessly she sounds then     ------- being anything but.   “      oh?       ”       the simplicity...    the mundane...     she’ll never understand why some cling so desperately to rags of their past,  when the possibility of an extraordinary future unfolds before them.       “        and what is my style?         ”       she inquires without derail,     carefully measuring their next words -- as if deeply engaged in a board game.

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BURROWING ITSELF LIKE WORMS     into graveyard dirt ;    a blazing pairs of evergreens glow in the inky blackness    ---- hypnotic   &    placating  ,       ravishing the insides of their eye sockets ,   all to the back of their skulls .     yummy !    this one looks positively delicious.   canines peek beneath sculpted lips before a flash of light distracts curious eyes.   there is something more ,    something  sinister ,     an outworldliness which both captivates and signals peril   ;     how gently she coaxes,   reeling you closer shallow breaths,  voice lulling as a spell ...    “       look at you,  pretty little thing ...  you look so lost, now...      ”      smooth and polished as metal,   a jagged nail feathers down their jaw to the lump in their trachea.      “      would you like to come home with me?     ”

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bloodletts‌.

@bloodletts  //  starter call. 

“     you   wound   me    ,    chérie    ,     ”     the   flair   of   a   bony   wrist   being   pressed   'gainst   an   equally   pallid   brow   is   accentuated   by   svelte   frame   draping   itself   over   the   nearest   chair     ;     as    though    weighed   down   by   her   very   accusation.     “     to   think   you   would   lump   me   in   with   such   dull   beasts     ——     it’s   more   than   i   can   bear.     ”     azure   peeks   from   ‘neath   willowy   limb   on  a   heavy   exhale.     “     mmm     …     i   can’t   seem   to   recall.     perhaps   my   BLEEDING   HEART   has   robbed   me   of   all   manners     &     sense.     ”

SHE COULD NOT REMEMBER A TIME     a curl strayed out of place.    where that straightened back had slouched and those long legs which now stretch thin,  did not weave a delicate pattern to an ever-growing web with each lilted step.        “       chacun voit midi à sa port .       ”      evergreens burn with dormant savagery  ------     all cat-and-canary like,   the curve of her mouth sheepishly taunts the ghastly apparition which now occupies significant space at her peripheral  ;    limbs scattered over velvet cushions ,    ever the bargainer .      “       however shall i flare its dormant memories, i wonder ...     ”      indulging those favored antics of his,  toes coyly dip into still waters.   the pool,   once still,   ripples with lights   &   shadows .     chaos is born in silence.   it is born in stillness .      “     do you feel your heart ,  still ,    my dear dorian?     ”     doting chimes ;      she’ll speak only softly,   fondly ,     and yet there is no warmth to found in that shell who stands gracefully still, by the lone basin.       “      doctors now say hearts shrink with age.     if this is so,  yours must be quite a minuscule piece of coal by now,   no?     ”

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“      you know how the games of men exhaust me, dorian.       ”      sleek ivory pools in ripples,   chilled fabric glazing the sturdy contours of folded thighs   &   down wishbone wrists that flaunt pale silver and iced diamonds.       “        i do hope you had the courtesy bringing me a gift.       ”

@bloodletts  //  starter call. 

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betesang‌.

ella  mae  nearly  jumped  out  of  her  skin  at  the  cold  touch    ;    a  stranger’s  touch  that  did  not  resemble  her  mother’s  at  all    .    untouched  skin    &    body    ,    an  internal  fear  to  pollute  herself  if  she  stuck  too  close    .    OH    MARY    BUT    THE    WOMAN    WAS    BEAUTIFUL    .    sinful  thoughts  best  kept  hidden  even  from  the  girl  herself    .    she  did  her  best  to  hold  a  smile    ,    manners  not  escaping  the  southern  belle    (    despite  the  other  having  no  respect  for  personal  boundaries    )    .    floral  pattern  glides  beneath  her    ,    body  swaying  with  the  wind    ,    a  comfort  for  a  farm  girl    !!  “    your  clothes    …    i  don’t  think  they’d  suit  me    .    ”

MY,  MY !     &   what a pretty thing she was,  indeed ;     wolf-like mane tumbling down narrow shoulders white as the reigning moon .   mouth pink and full and temptingly obedient.  eyes round and bright,  full of childlike naivete ...     delightful .      she can barely help herself from indulging in these  violent fantasies   then,   when the girl follows so eager to please,  so readily, like a lamb to slaughter.       “     oh?    ”    bemused,  opal holds a paralyzed chin with that jagged nail   --- the same who’d taken one too many lives with a swift flicker,   yet now remains patiently subdued, tucked still.   her voice teeters on disappointment,  calmly inducing; posture faking humbleness as brows convey something of a   wounded   expression.      “       that’s a shame...    i thought all my collections are specifically designed to cater to pretty things like you ...        you must tell me then ,    ---- where did i go wrong?      ”

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striding forth clad in black and gold ,    swying hips  &  tucked shoulders,  the vampiress steps into the thinning wisp of moonlight streaming through agape curtains with a sigh.    “      ma cherie ,     when i said to be yourself i meant     --- yourself, but...     with more cleavage.       ”       the crystal goblet dangling from spindly digits unravels with a glimpse of light,  crimson swishing back & forth.       “        and why is it that you look so terribly  morose ,   hmm?     surely nothing i can’t fix with a glass from my...    private collection.         ”

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this is a starter call bc i’m an absolute wreck who can’t go vague starters! some smack that heart, and you’re a mumu feel free to specify which muse you want it for.

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betesang‌.

@betesang​

there’s  something  alluringly  primal  about  the  fair  skinned  woman    ;    a  certain  je  ne  said  quoi  that  sent  chills  down  ella  mae’s  back    .    the  blonde  lamb  was  still  unaccustomed  to  the  english  customs    ,    &    feared  offense  at  her  recoil    .    cheeks  flushed  a  bright  pink    !!    retracting  into  herself  with  a  tug  at  her  wool  sweater    .    “    E    -    EXCUSE  ME    ??    ”

a hand slides to her back   ----- guiding and steadying those staggering feet that helplessly shadow her own.      what a sweet little lamb,    such a pleasant surprise to find stumbling into her den .     “       don’t look so scared, now...      i won’t bite.    ”       pleadingly,  her pace ceases by the base of the stairs .    the hand which departs without ceremony from the curve of her spine now plays by her chin ,    all cat-and-canary like,    nudging it gently with a jagged nail for further inspection.      “     it’s just such a waste of a pretty face...     to be seen in these  ----  horrendous rags...     wouldn’t you indulge me  &  try one of my dresses?    ... just for fun,  no commitments --- i promise.       ”

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𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝 !    is  that  OPAL  DELACROIX  ,    the    (    self  indulgent    )    ,    (    callous    )    but    (    persuasive    )    ,    (    resourceful    )    /    (    vampire    )    ??    (    she    )    could  pass  for  JESSICA  LOWNDES    ,   if  they  were    (   twenty - four    )    years  old  and  been  alive  for   (    one hundred and twenty    )    years    .    supposedly    ,    they  work  as  a    (    fashion designer    )    .    +    lenny    .

hey hey guys !!  i’m lenny, i’m 22 and imma try &  keep this as coherent as possible because it’’s past 2am and i’m a mess rn

meet my little baby vamp, opal delacroix

that is clearly a fake name. her surname is real, everything is not. she’s gotta keep changing bc vampire and all that jazz

she had like 8 sisters growing up, but she was considered the prettiest and most likely to marry - therefore favored by her parents

opal (then, pamela) was a very perceptive girl - she knew what people wanted of her, and she was happy to put on a show if it means she got what she wanted

anyways, the married life bored her rather quickly. her husband was a “Boring old man” who couldn’t possibly live up to her expectations.

that’s when she’s met this man - mysterious, tall, handsome and willing to give her something she desperately craved: eternal youth. if only she promised to be his for eternity.

she did, they ran off together after killing her husband and he married her soon after, and changed her on their wedding night.

literally after 4 days after a vampire, she made out with his sister and then skipped town. she had absolutely no intention of holding up her end of the bargain. she changed her name, and fled paris never to return... of course, she did return. eventually.

pamela went on to become angie, who went on to become opal.

OPAL, now more of a brand than a name in itself. self-made millionaire. the brilliant young designer who seemed to climb her way up from nowhere: from the fashion industry to the vampire council back in paris.

superficially charming - opal is a woman who’s willing to throw anyone under the bus so long as it pushes her forth. she’s incredibly pragmatic and hedonistic, and tends to falter between cold and charismatic

with so many with a vendetta against her, it was no wonder when her home was broken into and a creature nearly took her life - that made her recoil into this tiny little town, where she knew it’d be harder for whomever was after her to actually track her down

most nights, she stays at her own VIP corner of this quaint little club, with plenty of fresh meat for her to choose from

what else can i say hmm

she has a nasty habit of ditching her lovers w/o a single note. just vanishing into the fucking night

and also of eating her fans ??  you’ll hardly find opal without two of them in her arms. most of them don’t make it through the night. she will absolutely not think twice about draining someone if she’s feeling enthusiastic

will criticize your shoes

people sort of love her worldwide because she’s ‘oh so charismatic’ but people who actually know her are incredibly wary of her or at least suspicious about her motives

should 100% not be trusted

will probably hit on you at some point

she has rly nice hair come plot w me

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“  oh you   sweet thing ,”     a voice coos to her right,  convincingly candied   &     alarmed!      faceless,  golden and ivory embroider slender fingers that crawl up the crevices and bumps of her collarbone,    coaxing her closer and closer.    “    we simply must get you out of these clothes...    ”      a pair of burning evergreens swirl into view,  acidic and hypnotic,  sweet at first,   then dangerously malicious as they linger a bit too close to the jugular...       (   tempting ...    )      "     say... are you about a size four?      ”

@betesang​

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