Send me “Zzz” and I’ll write a drabble about a dream my muse has had about yours!I dreamt of you the other night. You were running from me, which is always infuriating in whatever form it takes, but this time you were faster than I was, so much faster, truly pushing your abilities to the limit in an effort to escape me.
I could not tell if it was a game or a dire need for escape—I knew only that I had to catch you, had to wrap my arms around you and devour you, drink you down until I knew you would never run again.
But it was you who found me. Grasping me from behind, your hands on my belly, your mouth already on my neck, your eyeteeth breaking the skin there and stealing what I will always freely give, if only to you.
You know I despise playing the victim. But for you? For you I would die every night, taken again and again, as long as it is those hands and that mouth upon me.
As long as you have stopped running.
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My First Kiss with Louis
Anon,
Louis,
….this one’s for you. Enjoy.
We were in the thick of Summer. The hot, sticky Louisiana air hung stagnant in the air, bringing with it the putrid smells of the swamps and Plantation. Though the suffocating heat did not affect us the way it did mortals, Louis and I were not impervious to it. It made me antsy. I paced about the house restlessly, picking up objects to examine them, only to put them down immediately. Louis was in the parlour, hunched over a letter he was composing to one of his fellow bourgeois, slave-driving compatriots. He was thrumming his fingers on the tabletop as he worked. Now granted, it was a very small thing and in retrospect shouldn’t have been enough to start an argument as big as it did, but he had been doing it non-stop for hours. HOURS! It was driving me crazy.
thrump-thrump-thrump
I tried my best to ignore it.
thrump-thrump-thrump
Really, I did.
Zzz [♛ a dream about ourself, then! Perhaps a dream from childhood? Maybe a recurring nightmare…]
Send me “Zzz” and I’ll write a drabble about a dream my muse has had about yours!Open doors are frightening, aren’t they? Open doors are equated with permission, often for things we did not want nor desire.
He always asked that the door be left open. “Why do you close your door against me?” There was no answer—how does one respond to that?
It would begin with the light caress of fingers, soft and deceptive on the back. Not even under the bedclothes at that point, no, merely something anyone might do to comfort a child.
When he reached the thighs you knew it was too late. There was no deterring, no turning back. Up comes the nightdress, and the caress, still soft, moves forward to darker territory.
How often before it became a habit? How often before one could close the eyes and pretend it wasn’t happening?
This is the nightmare, though, isn’t it. Not the moment of culmination, no, not the moment of union or even the little death. The beginning. The deception of soft hands, calming voice, all used to soothe.
I still have it, some nights.
Not often, thankfully, but it never really left.
It starts with an open door.
♘ :How you prefer to kill someone
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Merci, ma fleur.Killing isn’t always enjoyable, you understand. It depends on who I’m dealing with. If it’s someone younger and already in a rather large amount of pain, I’m putting them out of their misery. I make it fast and quick. Minimal pain.
However, for the older ones that have done something unspeakable, I like to make their death last a little longer. Maximum suffering.
It’s so much more fun if we do pictures with shirts off. Fuck this ‘topless Tuesday’ shit.
Rose de Lioncourt | No Dominion | Indie Vampire Chronicles RP
- Mun 21+ and will not RP with anyone under 18
- Open to asks/memes/threads
- Prefers to use words instead of images
- Open to canon and OCs
- Mun has 13 years of RP experience
- Multiship with chemistry
- Canon to Prince Lestat, but more than willing to AU
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Forwarding from one of my anons: “Where can I sell my soul to join team Armand?”
Thanks for the forward.
Probably best to hang onto your soul. Unless my Paypal account now takes those. You can give it a try. Otherwise, I think I just got inspired to create a Team Armand fanclub.
You can get different stuff for different levels. Like an autographed picture for the standard. Deluxe can get you one of the many appliances he managed to fuck up throughout the years in limited edition quantities. Premium you can nab both items plus attend a yearly dinner hosted by yours truly where he may or may not (probably not ever) show up.
If souls are now payable currency? Hell you might earn yourself all those plus one of those really creepy body pillowcases with his picture on it for all your oddball purposes I probably don’t what to know anything about.
Should there be enough interest in this idea?
…You guys scare me more than I even wanna admit. In a good…you guys are nuts but I love you anyway—way.
I think.. ha!
“I really like to see when people in this fandom do nice things for each other. It doesn’t happen often enough, and I think it could make a big difference if we were all a little more open to one another."
Hey, this is a blog of VC Fandom positivity! What a great idea. Go check it out.
//oh oh oh! does tagging me mean i get to chime in on that anon post!??! say yes!
YES, YES IT DOES, DO IT IN CHARACTER!
Forwarding from one of my anons: “Where can I sell my soul to join team Armand?”
I am afraid souls are an invalid currency, but for everything else, there’s Mastercard and an offering of incriminating blackmail material?
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