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“I really wasn’t open to it for a bit, but I’ve put in the work on myself. For a bit I was thinking I was the problem, that everyone I had love for ended up dead, but that feels so self centered,” he said with a little chuckle. “But I’m finally ready again, it wasn’t my fault any of the family tragedies happened,” he explained, taking another sip of his coffee.

He was now older than his brother had been when things went south, it was strange for him to think about it, strange to think about the man who was the family’s undoing and how he had been when things started unraveling. “When I was younger I always had dreams of being a husband and father, I think it’s time to start the ball rolling on that.”

Ernest nodded, enjoying just talking to the other like this, as sad as it was to see family property go, but they would be well cared for and well loved and that was all he could ask for after the tragedy those walls had beheld. “I’m ready to try to be more social and try things out,” he said, crossing his legs under the table.

It would be fun to have more people around more often. “Maybe I’ll try to find a romantic partner, too, now that my life is slowing down and becoming more manageable. I know my parents always wanted me to be happy and I think it would be good for me to have a partner with me most of the time. I’ve spent too many years alone, I’m still young, I have plenty of time.”

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Valentine took a sip of his drink, excited to share more about his experience with the new show they put on for the first time that very night. “There was a community wide contest for playwrights and the winner got theirs put on by the local theater company. Which we did and it’s been a long time coming. It was like sort of a Pygmalion and Galetea but centered more around the inherent tragedy of Galetea,” he explained.

“Like she comes into the world not knowing anything but being a fully formed adult, and while Pygmalion says he loves her, he only truly loves her from an aesthetic standpoint as he fell in love with her before she was alive and had a personality. Since she gains sentience, she’s basically groomed into being this man’s ideal woman and she begins to sort of crack under the pressure,” he explained, looking at some of his cast mates, the mood of the show he was describing standing in stark contrast to the rowdy, bumping crowd now.

Valentine smiled comfortingly, knowing a stranger coming up to them at a party where they didn’t know anyone could be kinda scary and wanted to be sure they were comfortable.

“Well, good to see a new face somewhere like this,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “I’m Valentine,” he said, leaning against the wall, just taking a moment to chill as the party full of drunk and vice filled theater members indulged after a show well done.

The music was bumping and around them the as various actors, stage hands, and crew members danced, got drunk, and overall just acted sloppy.

#seekesotsibteadmist

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Cesare Lazarus felt like he finally became himself after he was reborn as a vampire, and with his new life he found himself still taking university classes, his favorite of which being a discussion piece on world folklore. As they gave their presentation on the class about vampires to the rest of the night class, they paced around the front of the classroom, speaking with their hands to really accentuate their points. In the class, he mostly kept to himself, not asking questions so this was the most anyone had heard him talk. The way they spoke wasnt to flex on the others, but just showing the passion they had for the subject of the history of folklore regarding vampires. There was a real desire to share the information they had studied for years, not to brag but to just infodump and get away with it.

#muse: Cesare Lazarus #combeferre the mothman

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Ernest nodded, enjoying just talking to the other like this, as sad as it was to see family property go, but they would be well cared for and well loved and that was all he could ask for after the tragedy those walls had beheld. “I’m ready to try to be more social and try things out,” he said, crossing his legs under the table.

It would be fun to have more people around more often. “Maybe I’ll try to find a romantic partner, too, now that my life is slowing down and becoming more manageable. I know my parents always wanted me to be happy and I think it would be good for me to have a partner with me most of the time. I’ve spent too many years alone, I’m still young, I have plenty of time.”

It was always nice to see his friends out and about like this, in a public space where he could experience the world outside the empty, cold walls of his home that had once been filled with life. Seeing friends reminded him how much joy and light others brought to him.

"Oh the garden! I'm glad that's still doing well for you, There's something healing about being outside I find," he said with a smile, basking in the light of the sun coming through the window, where he could experience only its warmth and not the icy air clinging to the changing seasons. "I haven't had the strength to do my own gardening since I was a boy, but I had a plum tree planted just outside the drawing room," he said. Shortly before ernest had learned of his brother's passing the plum tree that the boys used to pick from together had begun rotting so this in many ways was signifying the start of something new for him, cutting out the rotting bits and focusing on starting new happy endeavors. "Oh, and I've decided to officially give up ownership of all other of the family estates. I'll be living the rest of the forseeable future on the coast of Lake Geneva," he said with a wistful smile. "I was going to host some exchange students next semester as well, There are so many bedrooms not being used anyway, it's a shame to waste that much space."

#seekesotsibteadmist #muse: earnest Frankenstein

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Rhea had no intention of eating him tonight, though the idea of draining a man completely in a tacky hotel room was intriguing to her. She supposed in a way she did drain him completely, just not of blood. “You really did hit the jackpot then I guess,” she teased lightly, looking him over as she spoke. “Maybe you can put in a good word with the ghosts there, I’ve never had the chance to get with a ghost.”

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Rhea and her small little group of vampires had just moved to the area, and she’d heard it was a hot bed for people who fancied themselves to be monster hunters though only one she could find was actually of note, and while he was still alive he posed a threat. She needed to eradicate that threat, what a thrill it would be to rip his throat out with her teeth, to feast on the blood of a man who killed his fair share of her kind. She’d done some social media stalking on him, noticing his patterns, and soon found herself at a sort of shitty divebar where she almost instantly spotted him. She ordered herself a drink and made a b-line towards him under the guise of selecting a song from the jukebox. The vampire woma tossed her hair over her shoulder, rummaging around in her purse for a bit before turning to him, “Hey, can I bum a quarter? You look like you still carry physical change,” she said, a casual read on the fact she frankly thought he frankly looked like hell.

#muse: rhea bordell #avantgarderp

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Thomas enjoyed talking to Apollo, feeling genuinely seen by the conversation being had with his new roommate, the closest thing he had to a best friend. “Not really, I don’t eat a lot of meat in general but I simply don’t eat meat on Fridays,” he said, finding it truly incredible that he was asked.

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Father Thomas enjoyed what little downtime he had, when he got the chance to leave the parish and be a man about town as it were. He was never truly off duty, try as he might, it wasn’t as if he was constantly spreading the word wherever he went, but rather a lot of the times offering up the church as just a safe place to rest or stay for a bit for those who needed shelter for a bit. He had a habit of not talking people directly about his religion or beliefs unless they asked first, finding most of the time trying to convert people was a fruitless effort if beforehand you don’t show the good of the work you do. He’d found himself as he didn’t often, at a bar, he hadn’t been in enough to know if it was a nice bar or not, but the staff so far seemed agreeable and were respectful of his drink of choice, a virgin strawberry daiquiri. He was aware of the fact he looked out of place there, he wasn’t wearing his robes that he wore in the church, but all the same he dawned all black clothes and the Roman collar while drinking his fruity pink drink. He didn’t realize quite how much attention it would draw to him, though, being called Father jokingly by passersby as one stood to offer him their seat at the bar, stating they were leaving soon anyways, smiling softly at the person he sat beside. Wanting to make conversation, he smiled, gesturing to the other’s jewelry, “I like your rings, that gold looks beautiful. You wear them well.”

#avantgarderp #muse: father thomas

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When met with a ghoul face to face like this, the sort of abnormal thoughts Damian had couldn't be stopped. For a moment he thought about how much easier it would be if someone could just eat his chest off for him, though he figured it wouldn't taste very well for many reasons, most of which being how fatty they were and least of which being how fucked up his diet was and had been in the past, making him believe his meat wouldn't taste all that great. He'd never been looked at the way Kieran looked at him, with a mixture of desire and curiosity, but not a single hint of disgust, shame, or embarrassment and it made him feel so warm. He caught their eyes lingering on his chest held back by the dark green nylon binder that cut off midway down his torso. His heart beat faster for a moment, deciding to be on an even level with them and taking off their binder, tossing it to the side to be shirtless with Keiran in his bedroom. The hair on his chest was thicker beneath the binder, curling just as the hair on his head did and overall looked much softer. From his research, he knew that Ghouls couldn't grow any body hair apart from that on their heads so he could only imagine the looks shot his way were intrigue by the hair on his body. There were few people in his world who knew what he did for a living, but from the few that did, he had a feeling they would be proud if anything upon hearing that he brought a part ghoul home with him for a night of passion. He glanced down at his own chest for a moment before looking into the other's eyes for a moment. "You're otherworldly," he replied, taking half a step closer. Knowing that Keiran was also transmasculine had made him much more at ease being topless around him, knowing that despite his chest he still saw him as nothing but a man. "You keep looking at my tits, feel free to touch them if you want."

❛ you can take my clothes off for me. ❜ (childrenfromthecrypt) ((Kieran being spoilt and bratty to someone))

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"Oh can I," Damian asked, himself already shirtless left only in his binder on top. He didn't shy away from Kieran though, looking at them with desire. There had never been a chance in his life where he felt comfortable in a situation like this but he'd found someone who was like him, something that made him feel finally safe to simply be. He'd found someone who was actually sexually attracted to him and just sort of shrugged off his strange behaviors, as Keiran was in no place to judge one for being odd. As someone who made his living off of investigating the paranormal, he knew from prior experience with ghouls that Kieran had some genetics in common with them so the two of them were at a sort of even playing field in this moment. Without saying more, he began helping them undress, enjoying looking at their body, his rough finger tips running over their skin as he helped take their shirt off. He'd never gone this far with someone but it felt easy, simple, not like the big thing he had always been told his first time would be like in his childhood. Damian liked the way his body felt under his fingers, the warmth of their bodies together overlooking the city from his bedroom. He enjoyed being with them, there were so many things they had in common but they were also so incredibly different and perhaps that was what drew them to each other so quickly. In his teen years he would have been terrified of being seen like this, in his binder with sparse body hair on display peaking out from the top of his worn out boxers and the neck of his binder.

#muse: damian simpson #childrenfromthecrypt

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"Maybe I should try to talk to some ghosts at that bar next, I had good luck 100% of the times I've gone there," Rhea teased, looking over at him, her gaze both pitying and tender. She had some level of pity for any living human, but with Johnny there was more compassion behind her eyes, her golden eyes taking up an almost honey color.

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Rhea and her small little group of vampires had just moved to the area, and she’d heard it was a hot bed for people who fancied themselves to be monster hunters though only one she could find was actually of note, and while he was still alive he posed a threat. She needed to eradicate that threat, what a thrill it would be to rip his throat out with her teeth, to feast on the blood of a man who killed his fair share of her kind. She’d done some social media stalking on him, noticing his patterns, and soon found herself at a sort of shitty divebar where she almost instantly spotted him. She ordered herself a drink and made a b-line towards him under the guise of selecting a song from the jukebox. The vampire woma tossed her hair over her shoulder, rummaging around in her purse for a bit before turning to him, “Hey, can I bum a quarter? You look like you still carry physical change,” she said, a casual read on the fact she frankly thought he frankly looked like hell.

#muse: rhea bordell #avantgarderp

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Thomas laughed at their light teasing and leaned against the back of the couch. "I am into humiliation, just not from an ugly old man. A non ugly old man? I could be into that," he said with a little laugh. He enjoyed just talking to Apollo like this, teasing each other playfully while being honest.

Closed w/ @theangelapollo

Father Thomas enjoyed what little downtime he had, when he got the chance to leave the parish and be a man about town as it were. He was never truly off duty, try as he might, it wasn’t as if he was constantly spreading the word wherever he went, but rather a lot of the times offering up the church as just a safe place to rest or stay for a bit for those who needed shelter for a bit. He had a habit of not talking people directly about his religion or beliefs unless they asked first, finding most of the time trying to convert people was a fruitless effort if beforehand you don’t show the good of the work you do. He’d found himself as he didn’t often, at a bar, he hadn’t been in enough to know if it was a nice bar or not, but the staff so far seemed agreeable and were respectful of his drink of choice, a virgin strawberry daiquiri. He was aware of the fact he looked out of place there, he wasn’t wearing his robes that he wore in the church, but all the same he dawned all black clothes and the Roman collar while drinking his fruity pink drink. He didn’t realize quite how much attention it would draw to him, though, being called Father jokingly by passersby as one stood to offer him their seat at the bar, stating they were leaving soon anyways, smiling softly at the person he sat beside. Wanting to make conversation, he smiled, gesturing to the other’s jewelry, “I like your rings, that gold looks beautiful. You wear them well.”

#avantgarderp #muse: father thomas

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It was always nice to see his friends out and about like this, in a public space where he could experience the world outside the empty, cold walls of his home that had once been filled with life. Seeing friends reminded him how much joy and light others brought to him.

"Oh the garden! I'm glad that's still doing well for you, There's something healing about being outside I find," he said with a smile, basking in the light of the sun coming through the window, where he could experience only its warmth and not the icy air clinging to the changing seasons. "I haven't had the strength to do my own gardening since I was a boy, but I had a plum tree planted just outside the drawing room," he said. Shortly before ernest had learned of his brother's passing the plum tree that the boys used to pick from together had begun rotting so this in many ways was signifying the start of something new for him, cutting out the rotting bits and focusing on starting new happy endeavors. "Oh, and I've decided to officially give up ownership of all other of the family estates. I'll be living the rest of the forseeable future on the coast of Lake Geneva," he said with a wistful smile. "I was going to host some exchange students next semester as well, There are so many bedrooms not being used anyway, it's a shame to waste that much space."

Ernest smiled, excited to have seen them walk in and enjoying the smile thrown his way. He liked getting out of the house especially when it meant getting to talk to someone.

“I’ve liked just sitting and people watching, it’s nice to see so many other people,” he replied, enjoying seeing a friend again. “How have you been? It’s been far too long! You should catch me up on new things in your life.”

#muse: ernest Frankenstein

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Valentine smiled comfortingly, knowing a stranger coming up to them at a party where they didn’t know anyone could be kinda scary and wanted to be sure they were comfortable.

“Well, good to see a new face somewhere like this,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “I’m Valentine,” he said, leaning against the wall, just taking a moment to chill as the party full of drunk and vice filled theater members indulged after a show well done.

The music was bumping and around them the as various actors, stage hands, and crew members danced, got drunk, and overall just acted sloppy.

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Saima had been going out.. just for the sake of being out and about. Somehow they had gotten pulled into what sounded like had been a cast party but went much beyond that. At least, that was the impression they got from walking around and talking to people.

In any case, they were glad to be able to participate and learn more about the people in the area. So when they were approached by someone, Saima offered a slight smile.

"Oh.. hey there. I definitely wasn't expecting to end up here, but uh someone drew me in from outside. So you can say I'm definitely very new to all this. "

#muse: Valentine Escalus #seekesotsibteadmist

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Ernest smiled, excited to have seen them walk in and enjoying the smile thrown his way. He liked getting out of the house especially when it meant getting to talk to someone.

“I’ve liked just sitting and people watching, it’s nice to see so many other people,” he replied, enjoying seeing a friend again. “How have you been? It’s been far too long! You should catch me up on new things in your life.”

@w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l

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It had been a little bit of time since Saima had seen Ernest, but they were excited to be able to meet up with him again. Although they had tried their best to get to the meetup spot on time, between traffic and getting a bit turned around - it took a little longer than they would like to get to the shop.

But they did manage to arrive and immediately waved at Ernest as soon as they recognized his waving at him. Walking over to him, Saima offered a warm smile.

"Ernest, hello. It's so good to see you too. I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long. I got a little caught up in traffic on the way here. "

#muse: Ernest Frankenstein

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❛ you can take my clothes off for me. ❜ (childrenfromthecrypt) ((Kieran being spoilt and bratty to someone))

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"Oh can I," Damian asked, himself already shirtless left only in his binder on top. He didn't shy away from Kieran though, looking at them with desire. There had never been a chance in his life where he felt comfortable in a situation like this but he'd found someone who was like him, something that made him feel finally safe to simply be. He'd found someone who was actually sexually attracted to him and just sort of shrugged off his strange behaviors, as Keiran was in no place to judge one for being odd. As someone who made his living off of investigating the paranormal, he knew from prior experience with ghouls that Kieran had some genetics in common with them so the two of them were at a sort of even playing field in this moment. Without saying more, he began helping them undress, enjoying looking at their body, his rough finger tips running over their skin as he helped take their shirt off. He'd never gone this far with someone but it felt easy, simple, not like the big thing he had always been told his first time would be like in his childhood. Damian liked the way his body felt under his fingers, the warmth of their bodies together overlooking the city from his bedroom. He enjoyed being with them, there were so many things they had in common but they were also so incredibly different and perhaps that was what drew them to each other so quickly. In his teen years he would have been terrified of being seen like this, in his binder with sparse body hair on display peaking out from the top of his worn out boxers and the neck of his binder.

#childrenfromthecrypt #muse: damian simpson

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🎉  to  talk  to  my  muse  at  a  party. - Valentine

Valentine and his brother Mercutio had many things in common, one of which being their eagerness to attend a party and become the life of it. The occasion tonight was a cast party after the first performance of a musical. What started as just a cast party had grown significantly, featuring an abundance of people Valentine had never once seen in his life which was exciting to him to say the least.

He decided to get himself more friends by opening up to someone he hadn’t seen before, someone he didn’t realize from the show and wanting to get to know them better. “Hey, I haven’t seen you around before, have I,” Valentine asked, taking a sip of his drink.

#seekesotsibteadmist #muse: Valentine Escalus

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☕ to get coffee with my muse. - Ernest

Ernest didn't let himself get out much, though he enjoyed going into the city very much so, but a meeting with a friend was a worthy errand to bring him into the city. Using his cane to assist in his walking into the store, the cold air affecting the movement of his joints. Were he able to easily, he would have stood to greet Saima, as his mother instructed him was proper, but instead rose his hand high above him and waved. His own coffee was already sitting on the table, though it had been left untouched for now, only wanting to drink it when his companion arrived. "It's good to see you," he said as they approached him.

#seekesotsibteadmist #muse: ernest frankenstein

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Rhea watched him intently, wondering his history with that Juliana woman and daydreaming about a love gone rotten, about how she must have been all at once deliciously vile and achingly lovely. It was lovely to imagine a woman like that, to know that compared to this Juliana, Rhea was near saintly. "You sound like you have a lot of experience trying to spend nights like this with a ghost."

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Rhea and her small little group of vampires had just moved to the area, and she’d heard it was a hot bed for people who fancied themselves to be monster hunters though only one she could find was actually of note, and while he was still alive he posed a threat. She needed to eradicate that threat, what a thrill it would be to rip his throat out with her teeth, to feast on the blood of a man who killed his fair share of her kind. She’d done some social media stalking on him, noticing his patterns, and soon found herself at a sort of shitty divebar where she almost instantly spotted him. She ordered herself a drink and made a b-line towards him under the guise of selecting a song from the jukebox. The vampire woma tossed her hair over her shoulder, rummaging around in her purse for a bit before turning to him, “Hey, can I bum a quarter? You look like you still carry physical change,” she said, a casual read on the fact she frankly thought he frankly looked like hell.

#muse: rhea bordell #avantgarderp