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*experiences secret and evil emotions*

#about. #scripture.

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#mods are asleep. #midnight lasombraposting #crack.

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we just call them packs. :)

more of u should be sabbat so i can have cool people friends

#ic.

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Sabbat vampires are out here lowering their generations like a scorekeeper tooting a whistle and flipping the number.

#ooc. #(*HORN BLARE* GOOOOAAAL)

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Colette Pourroy

#memento mori.

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Its good so see you back, missed seeing you on my dash!

ah ! I feel like I’ve done nothing at all. but thank you! I could never abandon this place completely.

#(maybe I’ll even write something I laugh to myself as I most certainly don’t do that) #(but maybe I really will. I’m feeling it) #(cries thank you tho - this is so sweet) #(and unexpected!!) #ooc.

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hello :)

listen, I am absolutely not over the direct parallels of the children of darkness cult / the sabbat ! I spend far too much time thinking about the ideologies of both of their sects, and while there are some differences, it would not be much of a stretch at all to adapt them to the setting of vtm. let alone the direct cultural practices of both the children and the sabbat! particularly thinking of the fire dances, the importance of rites, the burial rebirth! my heart is stolen. I am trying so hard to be brief, because I could go on forever!

you know what? fuck it. *sabbats your whole théâtre troupe*

#ooc. #(forgive me I am on mobile)

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you know what? fuck it. *sabbats your whole théâtre troupe*

#ooc. #(I’m just making a whole vtm background for each of them and no one can stop me) #(living my life for these random background characters Anne mostly killed off and forgot about) #(they’d just make such good fanatical little guys) #(half on the verge for going full multimuse just to make bio pages for them)

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#memento mori. #queue.

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Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye

#(coughs) #about. #scripture.

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ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ.

Bold what applies. Italicise what somewhat or sometimes applies

BODY / long legs. short legs. average legs. slender thighs. thick thighs. somewhat muscular thighs. skinny arms. soft arms. toned arms. muscular arms. toned stomach. flat stomach. flabby stomach. soft stomach. six pack. beer belly. lean frame. slender frame. muscular frame. voluptuous frame. petite frame. lanky frame. short nails. average-length nails. long nails, manicured nails. painted nails. dirty nails. small waist. thick waist. narrow hips. average hips. wide hips. big feet. average feet. small feet. soft feet. slender feet. calloused feet. calloused hands. soft hands. big hands. average hands. small hands. long fingers. short fingers. average fingers. broad shoulders. underweight. average weight. overweight.

HEIGHT / shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm to 150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 183 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN / pale. fair. rosy. olive. dark. tanned. brown. blotchy. smooth. acne. dry. greasy. freckled. scarred.

EYES / small. large. average. grey. brown. black. blue. red. green. gold amber. hazel. violet. doe-eyed. almond. close-set. wide-set. squinty. monolid. heavy eyelids. upturned. down turned.

HAIR / thin. thick. fine. normal. greasy. dry. soft. shiny. scruffy. frizzy. curly. wild. unruly. straight. smooth. wavy. floppy. cropped. pixie-cut. short. shoulder length. back length. waist length. floor length. buzz cut. bald. jaw length. vermilion. mohawk. white. platinum blonde. golden blonde. dirty blonde. ombre. light brown. mouse brown. chestnut brown. golden brown. chocolate brown. dark brown. jet black. ginger. auburn. dyed red. dyed any “ unnatural color ”. streaked. thin eyebrows. average eyebrows. thick eyebrows.

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS / full sleeve. quarter sleeve. thigh tattoo. shin tattoo. wrist tattoo. lower back tattoo. hand / finger tattoo. foot tattoo. neck tattoo. face tattoo. chest tattoo. one tattoo. a few here and there. multiple. no tattoo. monroe piercing. nose piercing. septum. nipple piercing(s). genital piercing(s). industrial piercings. earlobe piercing. helix piercing(s). prince albert piercing. eyebrow piercing(s). tongue piercing. lip piercing(s). tragus piercing. angel bites. labret. stretches out ears. navel piercing. inverse navel piercing. cheek piercing(s). smiley. nape piercing(s). no piercings.

COSMETICS / light eyeliner. heavy eyeliner. cat eyes. mascara. fake eyelashes. matte lipstick. regular lipstick. lip gloss. lip balm. red lips. pink lips. dark lips. bronzer. highlighter. eye shadow. neutral eye shadow. smoky eyes. colorful eye shadow. blush. lip liner. light contouring. heavy contouring. powder. matte foundation. shiny foundation. concealer. wears make up regularly. wears makeup from time to time - (laurent would wear makeup in the theatre)

SCENT / floral. fruity. perfumes. aftershave. cocoa. moisturizer. natural soap. shampoo. cigarettes. leather. sweat. food. incense. marijuana. cologne. whiskey. wine. fried food. blood. fire. metal. rain. grass. ocean. autumn leaves. baked bread. freshly baked cookies. smoke. campfire. lavender. trees. pumpkin pie. musk. rose. gingerbread. peppermint. oak. honey. lemon. vanilla. coffee cake. mint. rawhide. chemicals.

CLOTHES / jeans. tight pants. over knee socks. tights. yoga pants. pencil skirt. tight skirt. loose skirt. tight / formfitting dress. cardigans. blouse. button up shirt. band t-shirt. sports t-shirt. sweatpants. tank top. cut off t-shirt. designer. high street. online stores. thrift. lingerie. long skirt. miniskirt. maxi dress. sun dress. tie. tuxedo. slacks. cocktail dress. high slit dress / skirt. loose clothing. tight clothing. jean shorts. sweater. sweater vest. khaki pants. suit. hoodie. harem pants. basketball shorts. boxers. briefs. boxer-briefs. hot pants. hipster panties. bra. sports bra. crop top. corset. ballerina skirt. leotard. polka dot. stripes. glitter. silk. lace. leather. velvet. cotton. chemise. patterns. florals. neon colors. pastels. plaid. black. dark colors. fur. faux fur.

SHOES / sneakers. slip-ons. flats. slippers. sandals. high heels. kitten heels. ankle boots. combat boots. boots. cowboy boots. knee-high. platforms. stripper heels. bare feet. loafers.

tagged by: @terreur <3 !

tagging: @desanctii | @molloytm 

#meme.

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Lucky Wreck, Ada Limón

#about. #scripture.

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@kenneld​ wrote.

"Down," The word flies through the mesh of his mask like a hoarse bark. His fingers twisted into Laurent's naked flesh, hooked into his arm, the Chosen drags his companion back behind the parked truck, Oh John shivering from the radio. The rattling of gunfire erupts, not yet to attack, only to warn. Perhaps misguidedly so. Thought they could scare them off. Beraiah places a flat palm between Laurent's shifting shoulder blades, feels the river's clammy dew on his skin. No force, not yet, only a command: stay. It is his duty and honor to protect the preachers, the miracle workers, the mothers and children. He cannot risk a baptist; he cannot risk this baptist.

His eyes dart back to the would-be convert, a ranch owner that was dragged out of his house kicking and screaming. Ber remembers, he was there. They marked him for this fate, submerged in the BLESSED/BLISSED waters of the Henbane river. Now the crumpled figure kneels in the shallows, water dripping from his chin, too dazed to hear even the arriving cavalry. Resistance trucks come to a screeching halt, guns poking out the rolled down windows. But the shooting has stopped as they survey the abandoned scene. Look how they calm, how they flirt with vainglorious contentment. Anger jolts through Beraiah so viciously, for a moment he thinks his heart stopped around it.

His sin is not wrath. He does not rage and rave. It was never his way. But he can feel the aborted baptist trembling under his fingertips, his cool skin taut over tensing muscles. He strains back to his work. He is not done. But Beraiah is not thinking of liturgy. He is dog-minded, striving forward, teeth bared. SACRIFICE THE WEAK. A hoarse voice explodes in his head. The Herald's voice, Jacob's voice.

Cull the herd, do what you must.

Let them have nothing.

So when the rescuers, three men one woman, hesitantly approach the rancher, trying to appease his confused stammering as he licks more water into his mouth, Ber knows where to aim first. The long neck of the assault rifle slides along the curve of Laurent's pale shoulder. He is sorry not to warn him, but not sorry enough to wait. His round descends upon the congregation before their impure hands can reach the restraints. The hostage drops dead, splashing into the river that eats it without a second thought. Panic blisters and blazes. They fumble for their weapons, turn wildly, shouting their fear like bleating lambs before the slaughter.

Beraiah stands up and opens fire.

This is not waste. There is no waste in carrying out the Will of their Father. But there is no sanctity in sacrilege.

Laurent trembles with fury in outrage of the profane, the sin at the temple steps. Still dripping with the waters of the Henbane, Laurent is blind as his charge is torn away from his arms, bleating in the confusion of a stolen kid. It had been perfect, perfect, made without flaw, soon made a brother or an unblemished calf. Laurent had been unwilling to yield to the crunch of gravel at the river’s edge until Beraiah is forcing him to cover, and he knows that this is promise’s end. Wrath sears white behind his eyes, burning hot like the purifying bulbs strung from the holy vault of his Herald’s chapel, promising everything in yes. They could have had the world with yes. 

The smooth skin of the barrel slides over his shoulder before he had sensed Beraiah move, and Laurent’s ears ring with the clarion report of the shot before he even feels the kick shiver over him, bite through to his teeth. Laurent breathes out, stills for him, waits. The bullet rips through the rancher like a finger of divine lightning, its body jerking into the consecrating river. It was not designed to be a degrading end.

Still, he does not wait to watch the man die. Paradise was never meant for everyone.

Laurent tenses at the heated press of steel at his back, rusty paint flecking his skin where Beraiah’s broad hand had warmed the damp of the river away. He remains crouched from where the Chosen had pulled him, and for a moment the world is swollen with pregnant silence as the morning the reaping had begun. And then Beraiah stands, and righteousness explodes from the seething mouth of his gun.

His knees in the dirt, Laurent twists at once to pull the beretta strapped at Beraiah’s hip. His fingers settle around the textured grip with the gesture of a devout as his prayers click in the chamber, and Laurent readies them. 

He anchors his foot behind him, as Beraiah had taught him. (Like this, he remembers. Like this, here, and here.) Like this, and Laurent twists to brace his aim over the tailgate in covering fire, heretics swarming across the steely gunmetal of his vision like the snarl of red ants in summer; angry, and biting, and too small to understand the works of builders greater than they. 

#verse: come down to the river. #kenneld #(this is how much i love you)

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Hello. Do you role-play with ocs or cannon vampires only? Also how does one find your rules when on mobile?

Hello! Thanks for reaching out - I interact with all kinds of characters, originals or canon, as well as characters from outside of the Vampire Chronicles, so long as I can see a way for us to reasonably interact and there is enough information (rules, writing, bio) for me to make that determination outside of talking to the writer as well. There should be a pinned post with a link to my rules accessible on my page, including on mobile. At this time, I'm mutuals only (meaning that I will only write with people where we mutually follow one another) but I am always willing to talk ooc outside of that!

#ooc. #asks. #(my header should also have a link to my rules as well!)

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Federico García Lorca, from Floating Bridges; Collected Poems (ed. by Christopher Maurer)

#scripture.

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𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫-𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬.

☞ independent, selective Lestat de Lioncourt (Anne Rice, The Vampire Chronicles).

#playbill. #(omg Noah!!!!!! est 1760 oh you) #(but seriously folks noah is a dear friend and pleasure to know and to talk to) #(and believe me when I say his lestat is such a marvel!!!!! so refreshingly written and so vibrant) #(he has such a rich depth of characterization that brings lestat so much to life. like the worst evil neighbor you know) #(he’s so compelling and there’s such a palpable and delicious sense of danger in all of his replies!!! how much it just SOUNDS like lestat) #(FEELS like lestat!! such a pleasure to write with and again so richly written)

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“I long for hands imbued with grace to shape me.”

— Sinners Welcome, ‘Requiem: Professor Walt Mink’ by Mary Karr

#scripture.