#obediencess

[deromanum]

‡ for @obediencess​

Long had Marius known that it was to be the fate of all their immortal kind not to return, inevitably, to the precise moment of their making, to once and once again find themselves caught in old half-forgotten patterns, but to cling to them indefinitely. Theirs was a condition, ultimately, of pure stasis. The sharp rush of time might drag at their cuffs, yet never could they be truly changed. Never had his entranced fascination with the vicissitudes and the kaleidoscopic diversities of the mortal world abandoned him. Under the canopy of blue smoke which filled the cramped Parisian café, Marius heard the call of centuries echo around him now. It did not matter that the paper in the handsome, leather-bound notebook spread over the polished round table before him was of a quality so fine the people of his time might have thought it crafted from the most flawless marble, nor that the ink which flowed from the gleaming fountain pen ran over its surface like silk from the silver nib. In an instant he might have exchanged the well-tailored, pinstriped suit, like venous blood in colour, for the coarse and draping garments of what they called, now, the first century after Christ. 

The chronicle he penned remained the same. He had not forgone the original tongue of the work; like any old immortal, Marius supposed, he clung to that which he had known in life, and Latin spilled across the blank, creamy pages. It struck him as important, now, more than ever, watching the foam of Parisian society as it rolled around his table. The women in their newly shortened hems and their hair cut short to expose their perfumed throats with every tossed head, the men lounging in their wrinkling shirts, every eye and grin brightened by the drink which overflowed. How quickly they sought to forget the murderous agonies into which all of Europe had been flung only a handful of years past; yet Marius could not forget, nor celebrate. 

It was into this champagne crush of fresh, twentieth-century life that he stepped. The café dimmed with the sudden, beacon-like presence of another immortal, the spray of dark curls ducking politely through the door. The beringed hand which fled neatly back and forth over the notebook pages paused at once; Marius stared. He had never ceased to think of them. Since that hideous night in the palazzo, the memory of the fire leaping from the windows, the wretched screams of the boys, had been as constant in Marius as blood in mortals and immortals alike. Ceaseless, if thoughtless. A distant, steadying pulse which swelled in the veins with the mind’s attentions. The dozens of promises broken; Marius had never forgotten that all had been punished for his crimes alone. He had never repeated the mistake, never again had he sought to drag innocents after him. And yet he had. And yet, it could not be. And yet, it was. Wan, yet faintly lustrous above his high, starched collar, Riccardo, the best of them all, the young crown prince of the palazzo, stood among the mortal swell. Grief burned through Marius, yet he could not deny the selfish delight which was its companion, nor the curiousity. Who had done it? Did Amadeo -- Armand, he supposed it was, now -- know of him? What had he done, for some four hundred years, now? 

Marius closed himself in the shadows with which he always sought to disguise himself, the candle which attended his table pushed to its furthest edge so that no mortal might catch the preternatural luminscence of the light upon his skin. The pen in his hand had fallen still, and he could not, now, with his mind so occupied, begin his chronicle again. Instead, stunned, he watched Riccardo. Too young, still, as Amadeo had been too young, as even the infernal Lestat had been something too young. Scarcely changed from the last moment in which Marius had laid eyes upon him, carrying two of the young ones against his chest and calling after the others, terrified and desperate as Hell itself rained down around them. He watched as Riccardo took his seat at one of the sole remaining empty tables, called for a drink he would not touch, the same as Marius had not touched the expensive wine which sat at his side, gradually evaporating into the heady café air. How long Marius waited, he could not know. It seemed at once far too long, yet not at all long enough. There came the very moment he could wait no longer, and Marius rose in a careful, mortal motion from his chair. The crowd parted easily around him, perhaps they sensed it. Sensed the strangeness of him, the importance of what he did. He could not hesitate; Marius closed in on his pupil’s table quickly, tugged out the attendant chair and sank into it. “For the first time, Riccardo,” Marius began quietly, his eyes fixed to a raucous table across the café, lingering there a few long seconds before he finally dared turn them upon the younger vampire, “I believe I have more questions for you than you ever had for me.”

#obediencess #(I got carried away!!!)

[caravaggiovagabond]

reminds me of you

send in " reminds me of you " for my muse to recount things they see, smell, hear, feel and taste that remind them of your muse. 

“I try not to let myself be reminded of you. Your memory is, even after all of these years, one of my very greatest weaknesses. After all, how exactly does one capture the memory of a soulmate, a best friend, a brother..? How can I compare your existence to these mundane things? You were everything -- you encapsulated everything. You were as much a part of me as anything else that Venice could offer, with how ingrained within my every waking moment, my every aspect, you were then.  When I consider how my heart would once beat, I think of you, and how I felt you in each dull thump as though you helped me to discover it. I remember the warmth and brightness of the sun and the chatter of birds and how you smelled like salt and all the fine concoctions that we would feast upon at the market. Those hot summer naps in the pulsing heat of the noon where we would laze upon the fine, embroidered cushions that the Maestro adored and I would wake feeling a little hazy and stare at the freckles dotted like constellations across your face and the jarring contrast of the sun-kissed skin of your hand beside mine. Do you remember the first time I ate an orange? That you peeled it for me and pulled the ripe segments apart? How graciously you laughed when I couldn’t work it out for myself? Do you remember the first time I played the lute, how I had you tortured with those awful, out-of-tune notes? Do you remember your red blanket, which you welcomed me under when I cried? Do you remember the golden ring that I gave you? Do you remember those things? Would you, if you were here now? I do. I remember it all, whether I want to or no.”

#obediencess #LOYAL TO A FAULT. // Riccardo #// sad boy hours

[claudiaindarkness]

[ party sentence starters ] do you have a light?

Claudia locked to the young looking male, admiring his handsome face before his words registered in her mind. "Uh, perhaps..." Her voice fluttered with a smile as she patted at the material of her clothes, searching for a pocket. Once located, she found a lighter there and offered it to him, waiting for his hand to reach for it, or would he have her light it too?

#obediencess #thank you for the ask! #did you want this canon or #AdultClaudia?

[merchantofwhispers]

DUMB FACE (you already been knew but 💕💕💕)

send me “DUMB FACE” if you want to ship with me || @obediencess || Accepting 

I WILL SHIP THIS SHIP INTO OBLIVION

#obediencess

[thevampiremariusderomanus]

♡

PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME .

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to my muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

#obediencess

[auburnandamberangel]

♥:P

Send me a ♥ and I’ll fill out:

If we kissed?

[x] Quickie. 

[] Tongue.

[] Softly bite your lip.

[] We wouldn’t.

[] Long and meaningful.

[] Let’s hit up the bedroom.

[x] You remember last time?

[x] Awkward…

[] Lol no. 

Would I go out with you? 

[x] Yes, definitely. (Amadeo era)

[] No.

[x] I want to, but it wouldn’t work.

[] Maybe.

[x] Nope, you’re like family.

[] You’re cute, but probably not.

[] Just simply not my type.

[] If I knew you better.

[] Already did.

[] I don’t know.

If we took a picture together, we'd be...

[] Hugging each other.

[x] Just chilling.

[] Holding hands.

[] Kissing.

[] Acting dumb.

[x] Normal picture.

[] You holding me from behind. 

 You are…

[] Cute/Pretty.

[] Good looking.

[] Sexy.

[x] All of the above 

You + me + room = …

[] Movies.

[x] Cuddling.

[x] Hanging out.

[] Kissing.

[x] Playing games.

[] Everything.

[] Wouldn’t let you in. 

[]Plotting world domination

You should…

[x] Hit me up. (He possibly try his luck depending on timeline...)

[] Be mine.

[] Marry me.

[x] Reblog this so I can send you a heart.

[] be studying 

If we got married, I’d…

[] Divorce you.

[] Make kids.

[] Take your money and bounce.

[] Smash every day.

[] I would cheat on you.

[] Be faithful.

[] Kill you in your sleep

[x] We wouldn’t

#Send me a ♥ and I’ll fill out #obediencess #riccardo

[immortalmolloy]

Riccardo 

@obediencess

#The Vampire Chronicles #tvc #vc fanart #tvc fanart #the vampire armand #my art

[sacredvein]

Who is your muse’s patron Saint?

Saints Justa and Rufina

Saint Justa and her sister Saint Rufina are sister martyrs and the patron saints of guilds of craftsmen, potters, and the city of Seville. They magnify the voices of those with something to say and hills to die on. After imprisonment with no food or water, Justa passed on and her body was thrown down a well. Her sister Rufina was thrown to the lions, but they were as docile as house cats at her feet and ultimately she was beheaded. The sisters Justa and Rufina bring strength in acts of open defiance and righteousness to anger. You will no longer have to choke back your words if you spit them out, and come what may as a result, if nothing else they will be yours and yours alone.

Tagged by: @perladivenezia and @faintlyradiant

Tagging: @eidolatria (lucita) | @deromanum | @count-v-dracula | @crackedmxgic | @obediencess | @hxllion | @angelotnoir | @symphonyofmalice | @fanatiquee | @fortunebuoyed (vieta) | @rozsapalota

#meme. #meme response.

[vitanya-sergienko]

Threads are coming...sorry it takes so long.Haven’t been very inspired. 🖋

Thanks for your patience @obediencess

[deromanum]

‡ tagged by @obediencess​

What Tarot Card Are You?

JUSTICE

What would you do to ensure justice? You know full well I don’t speak of lofty ideals and courts and magistrates, dearest. What would you do to those that hurt you? If I dropped them in your lap, what would you do? What kind of pain could you possibly inflict upon them? You are right to do so. You are right to want to do so. Ignore the screaming, dearest, you are the hand of justice now, and they hurt you. Do not look too closely at their faces, dearest. You are within your rights. You spell out your own rights, now. Are you happy about it? Are you certain that this is the right person you hold by the hair? Does your anger hurt less now?

tagged by @obediencess​

I’m still new here -- open to anyone who would like to do it! 

#obediencess #// thank you darling!

[caravaggiovagabond]

meta - self indulgent but armands fondest memories of the palazzo that aren’t marius related. his favourite things to do with the other apprentices/his brothers *chin hands*

Send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on 

Cardi B vc: I’m glad you brung it up because I been dying to talk about it for a fuckin hot minute first of all... 

Ok but for real, Armand’s childhood in Venice was the best time of his life and I feel like it’s often equated to his relationship with Marius, which is true but absolutely not the be all and end all of the story. Those few years accounted for the single time period in his life that he was able to be carefree. Even during his time with Daniel before he was turned, he still held onto the demons of all the awful things that happened in between Venice and the 1970s and he still played his part in Daniel’s complete and utter destruction; so yes, while it may have seemed fun for the most part, no-one walked away from it unscathed and it was never a safe space for either of them. 

By contrast, in Venice he was allowed to experience the world while under this safe, immovable wing of Marius’ protection. While they all had responsibilities and the threat of punishment if they pushed the boundaries too far, it wasn’t anything compared to where he had come from or where he would end up in the future. In a sense, he lived the dream adolescence surrounded by camaraderie, alcohol, good food, art, and sex without real fear of anyone getting hurt. You take a group of teenaged boys, give them an allowance, and drop them in the middle of Italy for an afternoon and tell them that they can have as much fun as they want as long as they complete their studies and come home in time for dinner, and it’s going to result in some absolute legendary levels of tomfoolery. 

Now that I’ve covered the general sense of why exactly they had a great time, let me just snowball some examples of how I imagine they might have passed their free time in Venice. 

- Sharing a bottle of wine sitting by the edge of the canals of an evening (I’ve done that before and can’t recommend it enough.)  - Reading poetry to each other or rehearsing plays and quarrelling over who gets to take which part.  - Bartering for little curiosities and jewellery at the market.  - Throwing water at each other from the fountains on particularly hot days.  - Visiting inns for food and drink and gossiping.  - Play fighting and roughhousing when out of sight of their tutors.  - Fencing, dancing, and playing at wooing one another.  - Trading and sharing their books - particularly if the contents were risqué.  - Pilfering snacks from the kitchens between meals to bring outside and enjoy in the sun.  - Being a little vain together, tending to each others’ hair and choosing outfits for one another before heading out to Bianca’s.  - Walking home arm-in-arm more than a little drunk and exchanging secrets thinking that they’re whispering but actually being horrendously loud.  - Helping one another out of sticky situations around the palazzo whether someone’s attention has slipped during a lesson or if they’ve made a mistake in their painting or had some sort of accident resulting in breaking something, as adolescent boys are bound to do. 

#obediencess #about #THE CENTRE OF THE WORLD. // Venice era #// thank u i loved this lol

[claudiaindarkness]

Which type of romanticism are you?

Your Result:

lustful romanticism

restless love, endless wanting, white knuckles: you're lustful romanticism. mind the fact that it's been given the cruel reputation of a sin, lust is a wonderful thing. lustful romanticism consists of fast, deep, love... or simply lust. it's leaping into your lover's arms and wanting to drown in their arms, in their warmth, in their blood. it's a silly argument played out like a bad high school drama skit, ending up in a physical resolution the moment the velvet curtain closes, omitting the verbal jabs from your memory. you tend to come to conclusions quickly and are often very opinionated, which isn't inherently bad, of course. lust is often thought of as a lonely way to love, which can be true, however, i'll be damned if it isn't fun. keep taking pleasure in life, but be sustainable about it. don't be afraid to live in your own body for a while and let the world pass you by. "i would rather die of passion than boredom" - vincent van gogh

Tagged by: @obediencess​

Tagging: YOU

#musing

[thevampiremariusderomanus]

== Results from bdsmtest.org ==

98% Dominant

88% Exhibitionist

86% Daddy/Mommy

76% Voyeur

61% Brat tamer

58% Rigger

55% Experimentalist

50% Sadist

49% Vanilla

49% Masochist

40% Primal (Hunter)

39% Master/Mistress

35% Non-monogamist

33% Degrader

31% Owner

4% Rope bunny

2% Ageplayer

0% Brat

0% Pet

0% Primal (Prey)

0% Slave

0% Submissive

0% Switch

0% Boy/Girl

0% Degradee

Tagging: @the-immortal-armand @the-vampire-reporter @the-vampire-amadeo @auburnandamberangel @violeteyedvampiremolloy @pandoratheancient @perladivenezia @claudiaindarkness @caravaggiovagabond @rosefisherlioncourt @violentvioletviolinsblog @obediencess @the-painters-apprentice @child-of-the-millennia-pandora @chiaroscurojournals and anyone else because I need to drive somewhere now.

Stolen from @fortunebuoyed so go follow them.

#sinday

[auburnandamberangel]

♡

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t :

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other still friends.

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other it's complicated.

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other - fellow orphan

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  / other - unknown inbetween history.

#send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses! #obediencess #//thanks for the asks! :) #riccardo #//i missed out the bold #//second draft #pre-established relationship meme

[count-v-dracula]

What Type of Romanticism Are You?

lustful romanticism

restless love, endless wanting, white knuckles: you're lustful romanticism. mind the fact that it's been given the cruel reputation of a sin, lust is a wonderful thing. lustful romanticism consists of fast, deep, love... or simply lust. it's leaping into your lover's arms and wanting to drown in their arms, in their warmth, in their blood. it's a silly argument played out like a bad high school drama skit, ending up in a physical resolution the moment the velvet curtain closes, omitting the verbal jabs from your memory. you tend to come to conclusions quickly and are often very opinionated, which isn't inherently bad, of course. lust is often thought of as a lonely way to love, which can be true, however, i'll be damned if it isn't fun. keep taking pleasure in life, but be sustainable about it. don't be afraid to live in your own body for a while and let the world pass you by. "i would rather die of passion than boredom" - vincent van gogh

tagged by: @vnhelsing (thanks^^) tagging: (I’m not gonna be lazy this time!) @thxwxlf @astridnorddottir @amelthebravennian​ @desanctii​ @harkcr​ @aspecialprovidence​ @qceensofkings​ @wingsandcoffins​ @obediencess​ @deviatory​ @adara-of-the-flame​ @zeitlosleben​ @ofstrangevariety​ @1396​ @varbjxrn​ @therelentless​ and anyone else!

#dash games;; #[ def at first until he feckin' mellows out XD ]

[immortalmolloy]

deep romanticism

mindlessly shared space, automatic glances, overwhelming warmth: you're deep romanticism. deep romanticism consists of pure comfort and belonging, the complete intertwining of two souls. it's growing into a shape that fits perfectly in the arms of another, it's asking questions you already know the answer to, just to hear the way they pronounce those words again, it's admiring their face as they sleep pressed against you, admiring the same face you study as they talk about whatever they're fond of that week, yet finding new things to love, even after years of doing so. you're most likely an old and pure soul, and anyone would be so incredibly lucky to have you. just remember that emotional and romantic depth is not the end goal, enjoy your journey rather than focusing on a certain point of achievement along the way. love in uncertainty, sit in unfamiliarity. "we'll survive, you and i" - f. scott fitzgerald

Tagged by @obediencess

#seems accurate #tag meme