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#vampire 🌹( ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ )

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#vampire 🌹( ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ )

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aching for some new interactions? wanna work on your character’s voice and meet some new people in the process? well rooty toot, we just made an in character discord group!! you don’t have to be a mutual to join and it’s open to everyone. you also can come and go as you please – the link will never expire. you can find the rules and details inside of the group! if you decide to join us please reblog this post for circulation! thanks!!! 

CLICK HERE TO JOIN! 

#prince 🌹( ᴏᴏᴄ ) #the revenant choir 🌹( ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏ ) #[ ba da ba ba ba ] #[ come hang out with usss ] #[ casually reblogging from my other account lmao ]

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               AND TO LIVE IS TO BE HAUNTED.

#the revenant choir 🌹( ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏ ) #prince 🌹( ᴏᴏᴄ ) #[ you!! must!!! follow!!! the!!! babe!!!! ] #[ val is the kinda guy i'd pokego with any day tbh ] #[ i'd also share my diet coke with him and that says a lot ok ]

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I’m Gentleman Death in silk and lace,                                come to put out the candles.                                            The canker in the heart of the rose.

#indie rp #paranormal oc #paranormal rp #vampire rp #fantasy rp #the revenant choir 🌹( ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏ ) #prince 🌹( ᴏᴏᴄ ) #[ repost. ]

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like for a starter of varying length

#prelude 🌹( sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ ) #prince 🌹( ᴏᴏᴄ ) #[ fair warning i might come into your inbox to plot a little ]

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on my other rp accounts i sometimes host in character chatrooms to help foster ic connections. it’s not really a mutual exclusive deal and is usually p fun. i usually host it on something like m.xrp/t.inychat instead of d.iscord so people can leave easily at their discretion. would anyone here be interested in doing something like that?

#prince 🌹( ᴏᴏᴄ )

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Because of his history with werewolves in the past, Lareine absolutely detests them. He’s never met a werewolf he likes, he’ll claim, and he’d pay a handsome sum of money if you could point him to a decent one. In social obligations and events where he has no choice but to interact with one, he will be cordial and play the part of a great host. But to the supernatural and paranormal influenced friends who drink with him, he’ll prattle on and on about how werewolves are not to be trusted. 

#shouts & bites 🌹( ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ) #prince 🌹( ᴏᴏᴄ ) #[ i honestly ache for a plot where lareine meets a werewolf he actually likes ] #[ he'd be so conflicted and confused it'd be great ]

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discord: redcarpetday#6025

#prince 🌹( ᴏᴏᴄ ) #[ friendly reminder that i have disco and you can add me w/o having talked to me here ] #[ just lemme know who u are fam ]

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jxstdrive:

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The steering wheel’s leather cover felt pleasantly cool beneath Baby’s fingers as he traced its outline for what must have been the fifteenth time in two minutes. How ironic, he thought to himself, that even though he would have killed for a job like this in the past, he could hardly wait for it to be over now that he’d actually gotten this opportunity. Perhaps under different circumstances he wouldn’t have felt as jittery and uneasy as he did now, having to pretend like he wasn’t constantly listening for information that would interest Doc. That would keep him from getting threatened for not trying hard enough as soon as he set food inside their headquarters. Of course being a getaway driver came with the occasional nervous feelings as well, but at least that was something he somewhat enjoyed doing. 

It wasn’t all bad, however. The man who’d hired him - Lareine, his mind supplied - seemed friendly enough. He hadn’t decided he disliked Baby upon meeting him, which was more than could be said for a fair amount of people Baby had been forced to work with, so at least there was that. It only made it that much more difficult to lie to the other, though. Not that he’d ever been good at that. To avoid any slip-ups, Baby had settled for only exchanging pleasantries with Lareine. It had been easy enough, as the man had always had someone else with him and Baby hadn’t often been expected to open his mouth for anything other than saying hello and goodbye.

He’d already prepared himself for the usual routine when he noticed something was off. Lareine was approaching the car, but this time there was no one with him. It came as a surprise, but Baby couldn’t afford to show just how much it threw him off.

He shot the other what he hoped came off as a friendly smile while he used the hand that wasn’t currently resting on the steering wheel to search for a song that fit the situation. His iPod was tucked away in the inner pocket of his jacket, not as noticeable as it would normally be but still there. In the end, he settled on Kansas’ Carry On Wayward Son. He still felt out of his element, even with the music filling his ears and the familiar weight of his sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, but it was enough to calm his nerves, if only a little.

A month had passed since his new driver quietly settled into his position. Lareine knew very little about him, but then again, he scarcely learned more about his drivers other than their names; in this case, he couldn’t even remember that much. George? Or maybe it was Matt? He hadn’t the faintest idea and didn’t particularly care. All that mattered was that enough time had gone by for Lareine to believe it was all right to travel alone with him. 

Not that his life was ever in danger to begin with, but he had to keep up appearances. He didn’t exactly look to have enough strength to overpower anyone. But looks were deceiving, after all, and that was the point entirely: to appear mortal. If anything, his coming to the car alone was telling of his desire to trust his driver -- and it was certainly a test to see what he would do. 

Lareine exited L’Estate de Valicourt de Séranvillers without his usual getup. For discretion, he wore a pair of Coach sunglasses, a billowing white dress shirt with a matching cravat, and black dress pants. It was a far cry from his usual grandiose display of elegance and drama. In the month that his driver had worked for him, never had Lareine dressed so casually. 

He pulled the rear passenger door open and slipped inside without fuss, acknowledging his driver with only a nod at first. After the usual routine (shutting the door, a quick hello, buckling up, and checking his emails), he cleared his throat; it was strangely musical for such a usually ordinary sound.

“We’re going somewhere different today,” Lareine produced a folded sheet of paper, on which his fanciful scrawl -- almost like calligraphy -- spelled out an address. He assumed his driver would either remove his headphones to hear him, or would understand after seeing the note.

540 N Broadway, Sleepy Hollow, NY  10591

“It’s not too far from here. Just a few blocks past the usual first stop.” He allowed himself to relax and rested his back against the plush seat. His eyes cast downward to his screen, pretending to be busy with a text response. “You don’t mind, do you?” 

#the red carpet day 🌹 ( ᴠ. ᴍᴀɪɴ ) #jxstdrive #[ hoo boy tfw ur character does a lot of monologuing internally ]

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contrarian-marion:

“Her name is Petunia. She’s a golden British Shorthair and her richy-rich owner dumped her at the pound and the pound was hosting her at the pet store and… and I just meant to get a collar! One bloomin’ collar! But– oh, but she was so–!!” She clenched her fists and looked so excited she was on the verge of tears. “Precious! And sweet, she’s the sweetest and she’s British and blonde like me, I just had to. I had to.”

“Oh, I know the feeling!” He was gushing. He knew he was gushing, but when it came to talking about pets, well. Lareine simply didn’t care. He brought a hand to his chest and pressed it tightly over his heart. A bright smile made his eyes light up. “Sweet Petunia! Is she settling in nicely? Oh, you’ll have to let me meet her!” 

#the red carpet day 🌹 ( ᴠ. ᴍᴀɪɴ ) #contrarianmarion

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ASTROLOGY PROFILE. CANCER

Symbol: The Crab Ruling Planet: Moon–celestial body of moods and emotions Body Part: Chest, stomach Element: Water Quality: Cardinal Good Days: Helpful, patient, compassionate, nurturing, romantic, creative Bad Days: Gossipy, clique-y, isolated, uncommunicative, hypersensitive, overly competitive Favorite Things: Gourmet meals, intramural sports, hosting parties, working with kids, museums and art galleries What They Hate: Tacky clothes, frozen dinners, public speaking, being rushed, paying full price Secret wish: To take care of friends and family How to Spot Them: Walking with their chests puffed out, round “moon-like” facial features Where You’ll Find Them: Shopping for antiques and rare finds, creating a masterpiece with a guitar or art supplies, listening to live bands, in the kitchen Keywords: Nurturing, Sensitivity, Emotions, Moodiness, Home, Family, Children, Femininity

tagged by: [dial tone] tagging:  @contrarian-marion @illumiinans @valesprit @loupjumeaux @amansmortiis @improbatus @grellshitei @wowspook @happymediium @paranormative @jxstdrive @ivakir 

#shouts & bites 🌹( ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ) #destiny the lovers 🌹( ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ) #prince 🌹( ᴏᴏᴄ ) #[ okay but lmao ] #[ did u mean lareine ]

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illumiinans:

@redcarpetday gets a starter because That’s Love, Bitch

               One hour until closing at the Myth & Moor. More often than not, it meant a number of things. It meant that Aleister had the leisure of taking one last smoke break before he’d focus on counting his daily sales. It meant preparation for creating the next batch of fresh, hand-made products. It also meant that this was prime time for his lovely little business partner to drop by.

 With all of the complications bubbling underneath their professional relationship (a misplaced confession, a lack of reciprocation), one would think he would dread Lareine’s weekly visits by now. But the two of them were very similar in one regard – they were both brilliant actors, and they would do whatever it took to stay within character. And if that role instructed him to stay indifferent, he would maintain a stone face to rival Michelangelo’s David.

Drinking in burning tendrils of various herbs, Aleister propped his back against the brick wall next to the front entrance. He regarded the approaching figure with a curl of his lips – one that didn’t quite match up with the dead gloss of his hazel eyes. “Bonsoir, Lareine,” he teased with a nod of his head. He rolled his cigarette between his thumb and forefinger. “Come to check up on me, have you?”

This was, simultaneously, Lareine’s favorite and most dreaded weekly routine. His visits to the Myth & Moor were more out of necessity rather than desire. Because Lareine purchased a small percentage of the company, he felt professional responsibility to the shop -- and to Aleister -- to ensure its financial success. Most important was the relationship between Myth & Moor and Sirenity, another investment of his. Sirenity was a small spa near the coastline that already sold Chateau de Valicourt de Séranvillers wine. It was by no means a stretch to imagine Myth & Moor as Sirenity’s exclusive vendor for luxurious soaps and bath essentials. 

“Good evening,” came his terse response. The cigarette fumes stung his nose, and he didn’t hide his distaste for it. He tried to wave the tendrils of smoke away, nose wrinkled. “I don’t know why you act surprised when I stop by. It’s not exactly a surprise--” He cut off here to groan. “Would it kill you to put that out?”

#the red carpet day 🌹 ( ᴠ. ᴍᴀɪɴ ) #illumiinans #[ children plz ]

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#vampire 🌹( ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ) #aristocrats symphony 🌹( ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄs )

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contrarian-marion:

Marion flinched at the mention of burning the damned thing but said nothing. Surely burning it would be worse, but she’d let him come to that conclusion on his own. But his other question–

“Knowledge.” She didn’t miss a beat there, face impassive but posture rigid and wary. How open did she want to be with him? “If I’m to be stuck with it, I can at least learn. Why let that hell house fall into the hands of some unprepared fool when I could own, learn and best it? If it has to be a burden I stand sentinel over, I may as well go all the way and make it a financial one as well. If I find some creatures to study in the meantime, I think I’ve earned at least that.” Her grin was wicked, the kind that tended not to bode well in the greater scope of things. She left out that the last creature she had encountered in the UnHouse had damn near disemboweled her and laid her up for a month.

“We don’t have to go see it if you’re afraid, though, Sugar. It’s such a big spooky house, I’d hate for you to get nightmares~.” Her sentence ended in mocking baby talk, a possibly flimsy attempt to aggravate him into leaving and avoid stepping foot in that god awful place.

Though only further incensed by her response, Lareine merely set his teacup down and glanced out of the window -- as if only looking for stars. The silhouette of the house’s roof against the moon was cast with ghostly silvery shadows; it stood with the great contrast of a cadaver beside living flesh. “I never said,” his voice was only a murmur, “that I didn’t want to see it. Quite the opposite, really.” 

But there was that apprehension gnawing at him. The fear of the unknown. It was almost the same feeling he had that night, on the Red Carpet Day. That was so long ago. His fingertips drummed absently upon the tabletop. “I can appreciate your desire to understand it, to learn from it. I might even admire that about you if the situation wasn’t so dangerous to start with.” Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock went the kit cat clock. 

“So,” his tone was slightly brighter, not at all fitting the tone of their conversation. “When shall we leave? I should like to see the ‘big, spooky house’ for myself. That is, unless you’re afraid of having nightmares.” 

#the red carpet day 🌹 ( ᴠ. ᴍᴀɪɴ ) #contrarianmarion

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[[ gonna add this to my rules, but if you’re looking for a partner who can post every few days, that’s not always the case for me realistically. i have a few other rp accounts to balance and also work full time/currently trying to save to move out. but when i do have time to reply, i do my best to give you the best quality possible. so, if you’re looking for a reply from me within a certain amount of time, i’m sorry to say this is not the blog for you. ]]

#prince 🌹( ᴏᴏᴄ ) #[ just a psa. ] #[ i take my time with replies ] #[ but i'm off today so i wanna!! write!! ]

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new rule: if your character is a sassy little rebellious spitfire who likes to talk shit, you better be prepared for your character to get hit. 2018 is the year that muns with these kinds of snarky characters accept that there should be consequences to smarting off at the mouth to another character who could easily ruin their fucking day.

if you’re writing a character of high status, immense power, incredible skill, or just someone that you generally would not want to antagonize for shits and giggles, it is not fun feeling as though you have been written into a corner by someone who wants to show off how sassy and badass their character is when you know that your character could DEMOLISH them :T

like, damn, maybe plot together first, or — if you’re flying by the seat of your pants here — let the other person know it’s ok if they fuck up ur muse for being a disrespectful little shit. life is more fun when u get to write fight scenes anyway tbh.

anyway pls respect other muns w/ characters who could fuck your shit up b/c it’s really not fun for them when every other character comes at them with their fists up (verbal or otherwise), yet so few people are willing to let their characters face the consequences of their actions.

#prince 🌹( ᴏᴏᴄ )