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amarthfaeg · 9 months
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⠀ 𝚂𝙾⠀𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂⠀𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚆⠀𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁⠀𝓯𝒊𝒓𝒆,⠀𝙰𝙽𝙳⠀𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽
⠀ 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽𝚂⠀ ⠀⠀𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴⠀ ⠀⠀𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁⠀⠀ ⠀𝖊𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.
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an independent, low—activity multimuse roleplay blog.
includes verses such as lord of the rings, the hobbit, twilight / vampire verses and various tv shows. more muses to be added soon !
writer goes by faye ( she / they pronouns ) and is over the age of twenty–one. all muses are of age and will only interact with other adult muses and writers. due to mature content present, this blog is strictly no minors, please respect that. my inbox as well as dms are always open for memes, chatting or plotting !
ocs and crossovers are very welcome.
⠀ ⠀༊ * ⠀slavic folklore oc: ⠀@nacreousviscera
rules and muses carrd · open starters · memes
· starter calls · mobile muse link
· muse sexualities and ships · thread tracker
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ofenchantedechoes · 8 months
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🇮‌ 🇹‌🇴‌🇴‌🇰‌ 🇦‌ 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 🇦‌🇳‌🇩‌ 🇱‌🇮‌🇸‌🇹‌🇪‌🇳‌🇪‌🇩‌ 🇹‌🇴‌
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🇹‌🇭‌🇪‌ 🇴‌🇱‌🇩‌ 🇧‌🇷‌🇦‌🇬‌ 🇴‌🇫‌ 🇲‌🇾‌ 🇭‌🇪‌🇦‌🇷‌🇹‌: 🇮‌ 🇦‌🇲‌, 🇮‌ 🇦‌🇲‌, 🇮‌ 🇦‌🇲‌.
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an independent, multimuse roleplay blog.
includes verses such as doctor who. twilight, Sherlock, good omens, Bridgeton, and multiple other movies/tv shows.
writer (she/her pronouns) is over the age of twenty–one. writer will only interact with other adult muses and writers. due to mature content present, this blog is strictly no minors, please respect that. my inbox as well as DMs are always open for memes, chatting, or plotting!
≛ side blog: theelusiveagent (WIP)
ocs and crossovers are very very welcome and encouraged.
Note: I am still new to tumblr rp so please bear with me. open to advice/suggestions and everything under the sky!
P.S. I'm still in the process of updating my rules and things. Please bear with me.
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rphunter · 25 days
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hi!
about me: she/her, 25+ and looking for writing partners that are at least 20/21 years old for my own comfort. i predominantly write female presenting characters, but i do have a lot of male presenting ones too. i'd like to write threads that are 300+ words. i do pre-plotting only in order to get into the character. i write on discord only.
fandoms: i've got so many, but the ones i'm currently interested in writing are: the last of us, asoiaf/got/hotd, harry potter (especially marauders or next gen), anything 80s themed (the lost boys, for example!), buffy the vampire slayer, spider-verse to name a few.
fandomless ideas: pirates/mermaids, tattoo artists, band members, medieval fantasy, apocalyptic, anything supernatural or fantasy.
ships: comfortable doing any gender dynamic, but i'm new to mxm (and ftmxm, mtfxf and mtfxm) but happy to give it a go! i'm also open to poly ships, but that is also something new to me. i like it a little dark and twisted, but fluffy and cute is good too (from time to time), so enemies to lovers is definitely my favourite trope or one of the parties being overly protective. i don't mind doing reasonable age gaps either.
types of ships: like i said, enemies to lovers. best friends to lovers. fake dating. grumpy x sunshine. HOWEVER, i'm absolutely not limited to romantic ships so familiar, enemies, friends or anything else is also fine with me!
types of plots: i'm open to pretty much anything. like i said with the ships, i enjoy dark and twisted. a very thoughtout plot. i do like including dealing with trauma in my characters/plots, but if the topics are in any way triggering to you, they can be absolutely left out! as long as we're both having fun, i'm happy.
it is very important to me that me and my writing partner bounce off each other as it helps me get involved into our characters and plots, so i will be messaging you a lot, keep that in mind! i love sharing aesthetics (pinterest, playlists, etc) of our muses/ships.
please, if you're interested in writing with me, give this a like and i will pop into your dms <3
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vampierium · 5 months
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Babes. that “Ivan the Terrible and His Son” painting, BUT WITH WILLIAM SOLAIRE AND VINCENT??
If only I had that ability to draw that out..
(little heads up if you plan on searching it up that there’s a fair amount of blood)
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rennisaturate · 3 months
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open to: anyone relationship: this is sariyah !! a vampire in her main verse, in her human verse she's in her early 30s, zinnia's sister and in both they dance at the same club together. sariyah's a sweetie but she does not like dealing with bs, she's a serial ghoster tbh lol ✨ this feels obvious but have fun with it !! ✨
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" no, you don' even gotta explain it, like, i don' wanna hear it, " sariyah rolled her eyes and picked up her bag and coat, wanting to just get home for the night. the club had finally closed, it was four am and she was tired. " why don' you save it for some other girl, okay?? "
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queenofdarkestshadows · 3 months
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Starter call.
Wait..is that Rose Hathway punching a help out of her training pal, while planning a new mischief? Or do my eye spy Zoya Nazyalensky marching through the little palace, that mysterious silver flash in her eyes? And is that Nina Zenik? Looking so unrecognisable, yet always half smiling at the mentioning of Ravka?
Oh, and look there! Right over your shoulder, isn't that Matthew Fairchild checking his own reflection in the silver flask that he's swirling in his hands? And that sound...the swish of a sword so well known and made, a Cortana, isn't it? Sunshine reflecting off its polished metal as Emma Carstairs ( @thenextjaceherondale ) cuts the air around her. Ah, and let's not forget the beautiful copy of Two Cities laying in the lap of a lovely Tessa Gray (@taintedangelblood ).
Am I forgetting something? Someone...? Oh, there... far, far across the time and space, do I hear the sound of the TARDIS? And a joyful laugh of Miss Clara Oswald (@xtheimpossiblesoufflex ) ? And thousands of other voices that are ready to be heard again?
Care for an adventure, dear friend? All you have to do is press that little ♥️ and the magic can begin.
P.S. I had taken quite a break, so I will restart from 0, with new storylines for all my characters. Hope you all understand. Just as before, you can pick any of my main characters or we can discuss sl with any other character from the fandoms I know ( some are mentioned in bio, but you can always just ask about fandoms too!)
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aristobun · 22 days
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i made icons for a new drabble before i passed out last night so i’m gonna get started on that first and then hopefully hop over to my rp blog and get replies done :D i have not written, for at least seven years, helene and sparrow’s pairing, so i’m gonna be rusty, but i got this! unexpectedly fell into my lap at some point yesterday evening to write them together again.
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leatherfangs · 4 months
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The Black Knight is a thing of legend -- a brutal warrior who shows no mercy. Count yourself lucky that she fights on the side of good.
Lydia Margaret Rhodes, First-Born Daughter of Duke Rhodes, now known as Liddy Rose
6'4 / 192 CM
Aliases: Lady Rose, Lady Liddy, Ser Rose, The Black Knight
After 150 years of serving as a knight, Liddy has made a name for herself as the Black Knight, though she keeps the truth of what she is kept secret. Vampires are not often looked upon favorably, and she wouldn't dare risk her good name. Her enchanted armor allows her to survive in sunlight, and and she works as a sword for hire who is nearly impossible to best in a fight. She travels the land looking for work, adventure, and beautiful women, enjoying life to the fullest no matter the time of day.
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As the first born to a duke and his wife in the countryside, Liddy was the last thing they could have wanted for a daughter. She was beautiful enough in the face, but she grew tall and broad, with a love for sports and bawdy jokes that would never suit in high society. She was more than grateful when her sister Grace was born, as her parents turned all their hopes on making her into the ideal duchess -- a life she took to as eagerly as Liddy had cast aside. Instead, she was able to focus on learning to ride and tend to horses -- not to mention how to fight.
Her tutor, a groom on her parents' land, made extra money brawling in town, and Liddy talked him into letting him come along. She easily disguised herself as a working-class man, and used her size to her advantage, winning fight after fight. In her disguise, she caught the eye of no shortage of women, and Liddy realized all too soon that they caught her eye as well. It was here she was introduced to the world outside her family's estate -- both in the brawling ring and in the bedroom -- and where she realized she'd be much happier doing anything but the life her family wanted for her.
She doesn't like to recount the details of how she was Turned -- only that it was the final push Liddy needed to abandon her old life for good, seeking out a specific blacksmith and gladly exchanging grueling hours of work for a set of enchanted armor that would allow her to survive in daylight, so long as no inch of skin was exposed before sunset. Thus equipped, she set off to make her way in the world properly as a sword-for-hire.
Her size alone was enough to land her early employment as a guard for a few wealthy individuals, while her skill with the blade and fearlessness in combat saw her winning tournaments. She slew monsters, saved damsels -- kissed damsels -- and traveled the world over, always looking for the next adventure, though she can't help but ache at the loneliness that follows her still. It's been 150 years since she first donned her armor, and Liddy has learned never to trust anyone with the truth of what she is. Creatures of the knight are to be feared, after all. She dared to tell the truth once decades ago, but the woman she loved lost all warmth in seconds. Instead, she fled in fear, calling for help. A mob grew quickly, and Liddy barely escaped with her head.
But old pain can be buried deep and forgotten, and the Black Knight has earned enough of a reputation that work is always plentiful. She rides Midnight, a handsome black stallion with a notorious love for sugar cubes, and enjoys her life to the fullest no matter the time of day.
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Liddy has had a number of different horses over the years. Midnight is by far the most stubborn, a well-trained steed who holds his own in battle. He has little love for men and children, but likes to show off for women and occasionally lets them pet his nose, though no-one but Liddy is allowed to ride without issue. He can, however, still be bribed with snacks more often than not.
Having spent her childhood more or less a noblewoman, Liddy learned the expected mannerisms and fashions expected of her. However, her knowledge is over a century out of date, and she'd stand out like a sore thumb should she try to blend in with high society nowadays.
As in every verse, Liddy can and will lift anyone who asks, and carry them around one-handed.
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amarthfaeg · 9 months
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𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: juliet monroe. ( fc: emily browning )
⠀⠀⠀ i’m not scared of god,
⠀⠀⠀ i’m scared he was gone all along.
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muse crafted for the twilight verse as well as other vampire verses such as wwdits, crossovers welcome !
muse background inspired by critically acclaimed album preacher’s daughter by ethel cain. ♱
be advised that muse’s backstory as well as plots with this muse might contain mature and potentially triggering themes such as mentions of blood, religious as well as family trauma, gore and death.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀full story here !
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sinistcrhood · 7 months
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muse ▻ ophelia dixon, late 20's (fc: l.iz gil.lies ) open to ▻ any/all welcome to approach!
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ㅤㅤㅤ"Don't worry, you sweet thing." Ophelia cooed before a smile curled her painted lips. "I only feed on willing partners. Which, thankfully, are in abundance these days thanks to Twilight."
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purified-hybrid · 1 year
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A scaled yellow dragon with a headband gave Lily an alarmed roar as he flew by before he landed nearby. If only he could tell her that he was Simon... But he couldn't speak in this form! Would she even know that it's him? ((Simon got turned into a dragon today so, I figured he'd go to Lily for some help. XD))
Lily blinked in shock when she heard a dragon cry, seeing the yellow dragon land near her and seems to be in a panic. What got this creature all worked up!?
“Hey, hey, hey, easy big fella!” She held her hands out to him, letting him see that she had no weapons on her to hurt him as she slowly approached the dragon. “Easy…no one is gonna hurt you…” Once she was close, she held her hand out to him to let him get her scent. “Easy…”
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blue-jewel-muses · 4 months
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"This is where I belong, I am home"
Independent OC muse for Van Helsing.
AU & Crossover Friendly.
Multimuse Blog.
Rules | Bio | Pinned Post
Blog run by @bluenotegaming
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airi-of-hearts · 7 months
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The final notes of the song faded but his voice still lingered in her mind, speaking only to her. That was the power of her husband, of his creations, he gifted them to the world at large but Airi knew they were meant for her.
Three hundred years she had waited for him without knowing it. The word “love” didn’t make sense before him. And now, two centuries later, three letters held more meaning to her than anything else: Aki.
Even before becoming a vampire, Airi yearned for something more. 
Her parents had made sure she had a good education; her mother was a refined lady who held art in high regard, and she taught Airi to appreciate it. She had also inherited her mother’s wanderlust.
As a child, she loved to hear her father’s stories about the faraway land he came from, wondering if she’d see it one day.  
It was difficult for a young woman to travel alone, but after her transformation, Airi was not concerned for her safety. Her Master had done her a bigger favor than he could possibly imagine.
What had attracted that creature of the night to her? Why had he offered her his blood, the dark gift? He never told her. 
Airi had found him by chance. She’d heard the stories about a mysterious evil decimating neighboring towns, but she never imagined the “monster” would turn out to be her savior. 
Headstrong as she was, Airi refused each and every offer of marriage her father arranged; her mother supported this, she wanted Airi to choose for herself if that was what she wanted. After her mother’s passing, Airi’s father dismissed his late wife’s wishes and found her another suitor, going as far as threatening to lock Airi up until the wedding.
Just then, Airi crossed paths with one of Them. The Undead. She had readily surrendered her life to him when he promised her she would be free. 
As an immortal, she had a newfound appreciation for art, as if her eyes hadn’t really seen properly before. So she wandered those circles, becoming a patron for new artists, always keeping her distance but still inspiring some of them, fervent admirers who would include her in their work as a tribute.
And yet.
And yet, just as she had felt she’d never truly seen during her mortal life, she was convinced she had never truly loved before until she met Aki.
She had thought that loving someone would mean losing herself, she had even doubted that she could love at all. Maybe her ability to do so had died when she did. But now she knew that it was possible, to love, to find that meaning, that sense of belonging. Reciprocated devotion.
Her hand in his hand, her head on his shoulder, his voice in her ear. Kissing him would stop her heart if it was still beating.
A lifetime with him wouldn’t be enough, fortunately, they had all of eternity. 
Just as the song started again, Airi sat down to write a letter for her husband.
My beloved Aki, I shall be home soon and we shall have a few days for ourselves before the party, but I wanted to tell you about something I saw today. Remember that little museum in London? The one with a rather large collection of everyday Victorian objects, personal items that families donated or sold... I paid it a late night visit. I wanted to see if they still have our portrait on display among the main exhibit. And what should I find? A letter I wrote to you a few months after we met. Do you remember it?  I am used to seeing my face staring back at me from a painting, but these were my thoughts, my words to you. I would have blushed, if that were possible.  I was tempted to smash the glass and take it back. Let them have it, let them wonder what happened to the people who originally wrote it and read it.  Alas, this letter is rather less poetic than that one but… Who knows, maybe they will find it and display it one day, too. I adore your Vampire Heart. Yours Forever, Airi
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rennisaturate · 11 months
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open to: anyone relationship: be creative ✨
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" i don' see your ass for weeks and all of a sudden you wanna come over here askin' for shit?? last time i checked, that ain't how this shit works, " she scoffed. " i can't get no ' how you been ' or no 'sorry i ain't fuckin' talked to you or looked in your direction for almost a month' ?? don' piss me off, "
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bcrgondy · 5 months
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open to: f / nb ( 21+ ) plot: ' gimme angsty / jealousy / cheating plots ' muse:  jack rippner ( 37 , physiotherapist/serial killer , bi )
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" honey [ ... ] stop making a scene , or i will have to gag you , okay ? "
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amischiefofmuses · 6 months
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Wolf!Steve || Open Starter || Mutuals only
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It was far too easy to get carried away with a run. The freedom of it, finally being out of that damn empty house, hunting down the local wildlife as though Hawkins was his and his alone. Every legend and story of the 'Wolf of Hawkins woods' could all be traced back to him, none with any evidence worth squat, always too fast for hunters or curiosity seekers alike. The adventure and adrenaline made it worth the risk. It always brought about an easy rest, settling down somewhere close by home to trudge back before dawns light got through the trees. Well, at least most times. Perhaps that simple routine had been too comfortable and he'd been too confident in his ability to get back home. It's the sound of footsteps that stirs him, eyes opening to daylight while groggy and barely focused, laid completely bare but comfortable in a pile of leaves. Looking up with a squint and a groan, his situation doesn't strike him immediately as he looks at the silhouette practically standing over him, saying something. -- ❝What..?❞ He grumbles, blinking slowly before realizing his predicament. Oh fuck. His hands move quickly to cover himself, gaze settling down at the floor. -- ❝Uh- I can explain..?❞ No, he really can't. What reason would the former King Steve have to be found like this? If anyone finds out, his already-failing reputation will be done for entirely. Crash and burn.
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