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[wcstenra]

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  we'll just have to make do.  ❜ ❛  come on, it'll be fun.  ❜ ❛  wait, where are we going?  ❜ ❛  you can't be here. go now!  ❜ ❛  it's just a dream, a stupid dream.  ❜ ❛  don't be afraid. i'm a friend.  ❜ ❛  i can't stand up. what should i do?  ❜ ❛  now listen, i'l tell you what to do. if you stay here, they'll find you. i'll distract them while you get away.  ❜ ❛  you have no choice if you want to survive here ... and save your parents, too.  ❜ ❛  why do i need a weakling like you?  ❜ ❛  trembling, aren't you? still, i'm impressed you made it this far.  ❜ ❛  what a pain. you're gonna pay for this.  ❜ ❛  keep your wits about you. if you need anything, ask me.  ❜ ❛  hey, are you okay? don't fall apart on me.  ❜ ❛  listen to me. i'll promise i'll save you.  ❜ ❛  what did you expect after all that rain?  ❜ ❛  i'm gonna get there someday. i'll get out of here for sure.  ❜ ❛  i was just coming to wake you up, look!  ❜ ❛  what should i do? he'll die!  ❜ ❛  what's so funny? wipe off that smile.  ❜ ❛  don't do anything stupid until i get down there.  ❜ ❛  you see, someone i really care about is badly hurt. i've got to go right now.  ❜ ❛  this is our little secret. if you tell anyone ... i'll do the same to you.  ❜ ❛  what are you going to do? he needs help.  ❜ ❛  becoming a sorcerer's apprentice is dangerous business.  ❜ ❛  well, getting there is one thing. getting back's the problem.  ❜ ❛  [name], i promise i'll be back. please don't die.  ❜ ❛  don't you understand? it's love.  ❜ ❛  what took you so long? this is a total disaster!  ❜ ❛  what do you want? you can tell me.  ❜ ❛  what, you're still alive?  ❜ ❛  you still don't see it? she's played a trick on you.  ❜ ❛  since when do you talk that way?  ❜ ❛  you held this, and nothing happened to you?  ❜ ❛  i'd like to help you, but there's nothing i can do. it's one of our rules here.  ❜ ❛  but can't you even give me a hint?  ❜ ❛  everything that happens stays inside you ... even if you can't remember it.  ❜ ❛  see? you have a talent for this.  ❜ ❛  [name], i no longer blame you for what you did. but be sure to protect this girl.  ❜ ❛  will we meet again somewhere?  ❜

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this is a PERMANENT STARTER CALL for a bride of dracula from bram stoker’s dracula - mutuals only. this allows me to write you starters, put things in your inbox, im you for plotting, etc. with a queen of the damned. if you are interested, please feel free to like this post! thank you!

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this is a PERMANENT STARTER CALL for eleanor van helsing, a book-based oc from bram stoker’s dracula - mutuals only. this allows me to write you starters, put things in your inbox, im you for plotting, etc. with a moody, nocturnal doctor. if you are interested, please feel free to like this post! thank you!

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this is a separate STARTER CALL for lucy’s vampire verse.

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this is a PERMANENT STARTER CALL for lucy westenra of bram stoker’s dracula - mutuals only. this allows me to write you starters, put things in your inbox, im you for plotting, etc. with this smol tragic angel. if you are interested, please feel free to like this post! thank you!

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@desanctii | x.

( heiress seems much recovered this evening, indeed GLOWING in candlelight sparkling within chandelier crystal. spring was finally warming whitby from cold GRIP of winter &. westenra estate opened its doors for the first ball of social season. central to the entire event is, of course, lucy in YOUTHFUL, beguiling glory. despite her recent bout of what was being laughed away as ILLNESS diamond of the first water blushed &. giggled &. danced with typical laissez-faire elegance. heavy choker of stacked pearls OBSCURES only evidence of shadow that continues to STALK miss westenra in the night - occasionally she adjusts OPULENT necklace when brief discomfort crosses fair visage, pearls uncomfortably cold against torn skin, open wound. ) 

( mortal venus had begged him to attend - her guest of honor, she had said, after EVERYTHING he did &. continued to do for her &. mina. she had yet to see him dance, however, though truthfully she had been OCCUPIED nearly all night. her dance card filled very early in the evening &. she saw spinning, BLURRED washes of color meant to be the ballroom. only now had she managed to sneak away &. noticed her guest, a DARK spot against wallpaper. ) 

( she approaches in a SWIRL of mint green silk, one too many glasses of champagne resulting in charming FLUSH dusting her cheeks. yes, she looks well, color finally returning to delicate features after so long. if one looks closer, though, blush could look … FEVERISH, overall composition almost too fragile. lucy knows how important this event is to her mother &. has been pushing herself as a result, knowing very well PRESSURES on thin shoulders this evening. still, her spirits are overall clearly IMPROVED evidenced by beaming GIRLISH smile. hand that extends to him is so thin &. pale it is nearly translucent, porcelain to BREAK should he grip too harshly. SILVERY melody sweetens air with inquiry, expression open &. simple in its PLAYFULNESS. )

‘ one dance - please? ‘

#❀ＢＥＬＯＶＥＤ❀ #desanctii #( yay! excited for this one too! ) #( hope its okay! )

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@fcllxn-stcr | x.

( it is exceedingly rare for lucy to cry. in truth there is little in her daily life that brings her to TEARS - shielded from most horrors of the world, her UNIVERSE that of gossamer silk, rosewater, sea salt &. sweet poetry. even now as freshly minted DEBUTANTE mingling with every sort of person at balls &. promenades her troubles are few - if any - to an outside observer fortunate enough to catch a GLIMPSE of blonde heiress. pressures she feels are therefore usually unspoken, carried with all the GRACE expected of perfectly trained ingenue. cracks in her PORCELAIN are uncommon … but not unheard of, especially a girl who experiences emotion as deeply as miss westenra. )

( rosebud swathed in pale pinks &. draped in SHIMMERING pearls has narrowly escaped the height of a LIVELY masquerade to the fragrant evergreen depths of a garden. only here - far from the prying gaze of high society - has she ALLOWED herself a moment to breathe, to softly weep. sheer ribbon used as party mask is now crushed within gloved fist beside lace-trimmed handkerchief, VERDANT gaze shut to nighttime beauty of blooming spring. yet she is the most aromatic, most BEGUILING flower in this garden, even as tears run down flushed cheeks. )

( flaxen curls rest against trimmed hedge wall behind stone bench she has chosen as her spot of QUIET escape. noise near her, FOOTSTEPS, alert her to peace finally being disturbed. the speed with which she arranges herself to be proper, PRESENTABLE, is impressive - relaxed seated position is abandoned to stand, straight-backed, tears dabbed away with square of lace &. cotton in her grasp. all of this is done with natural elegance, as is the effortlessly PERFECT curtsy once lucy recognizes she is in the presence of a gentleman. throat is cleared &. song that follows could only come from smiling lips of NYMPHAL vision before him. ) 

‘ my apologies! i will be on my way if you also wish to enjoy the garden alone, as i have. ‘ 

#fcllxn-star #( v. tbd ) #( hello! i am so excited for this! ) #( if you want anything changed please let me know. )

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#❀ＦＯＲ ＲＯＭＡＮＴＩＣＳ❀

[wcstenra]

" --DAWN WITH ARMS OF ROSES!"

independent, highly selective lucy westenra from bram stoker's dracula. based primarily on the novel + my own interpretations/headcanons. main blog, also running two dracula side blogs: the bride &. the doctor.

an heiress faces horrors beyond her imagination at first blossom of womanhood - kindness is courage, sweetness &. fragility armor in the face of doom. a blog dedicated to a queen of love and beauty exploring all facets of growing up, both magnificent and bloody. penned by anne.

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#( reblogging for visibility. ) #( tbd. )

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"--I BURN'D &. ACHED FOR WINGS."

independent, highly selective eleanor van helsing, an oc from bram stoker's dracula. based on my own headcanons with inspiration mainly drawn from the novel. side blog to wcstenra, also running another dracula blog: the bride.

a scholar consumed by the need to discover, to dissect, to exterminate. a woman driven by blind faith, legacy, revenge. a blog dedicated to the daughter of the doctor, icarus burning &. falling towards the void. the sun was not meant for you, my love. penned by anne.

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#( intro post for eleanor! )

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"--OLD THINGS HAVE STRANGE HUNGERS."

independent, highly selective julia țepeș (née codrina) a vampire bride from bram stoker's dracula. based on my own headcanons with inspiration mainly drawn from the novel. side blog to wcstenra, also running another dracula blog: the doctor.

damned &. divine. a blog dedicated to a queen of the night discovering identity, to embracing the monster she was crafted to be. i am no mother - i am no bride - i am king. penned by anne.

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#( will be posting my new intro posts on here as well since this is the main blog. ) #( hope you enjoy! )

[wcstenra]

" --DAWN WITH ARMS OF ROSES!"

independent, highly selective lucy westenra from bram stoker's dracula. based primarily on the novel + my own interpretations/headcanons. main blog, also running two dracula side blogs: the bride &. the doctor.

an heiress faces horrors beyond her imagination at first blossom of womanhood - kindness is courage, sweetness &. fragility armor in the face of doom. a blog dedicated to a queen of love and beauty exploring all facets of growing up, both magnificent and bloody. penned by anne.

interest tracker. | playlist. | vampire lucy playlist. | starter call.

#( my edits. ) #( promo. ) #vampire rp #classic lit rp #gothic lit rp #dracula rp #lucy westenra rp #van helsing rp #horror rp #victorian rp #violent rp #blood rp #count dracula rp #monster rp #( surprise! ) #( i have definitely not spent hours trying to figure out interest tracker + making playlists. ) #( if you have been following me a while or just began following me PLEASE fill out the interest tracker! this will be incredibly useful! )

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MONSTER.

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 ❝ Do NOT be afraid cheri, I promise that this was not meant for you to see. ❞ Vampires were NOTHING but fictional creatures by this point, fairytale villains’ that scared little children at night. Or perhaps they were some weird woman’s wet dream. As they confined at thought of a lover who would want to drink from them forever, like that of Dracula and his crude ways for living his immortal life. If ONLY he was that amours. While he could be, everyone WANTED to seem more afraid than interested whenever they were, in fact, face to face with his kind. Unable to read her, there was a steady tilt of his head in a questionable way. Showing off his fangs while he awaited for any kind of wail to silence her. With own throat dry, it was time to feed. The night was young with a steady breath of fresh air on the nape of their necks, a break from the suffocating summer’s day.

                         ( she is indeed close to SHRIEKING, blonde brows furrowed tightly over gaze glittering with tears. a sweetly IGNORANT creature is she, entirely unaware of what manner of DEMON reveals himself to her now. so sheltered is miss westenra she had no real knowledge of vampires or other such penny dreadfuls - heiress’ love of poetry, ROMANTIC literature meant she never ventured to read beyond what she knew. still, even not knowing what he is there is an INSTINCTUAL fear that chills her skin, pales blushing complexion upon seeing pointed fangs he flashes at her now so FREELY. ) 

                         ( gentle wind stirs against exposed NAPE, tousling curls of rosy blonde, her scent lifting in the air; notes of PARISIAN perfume lacking depth when compared to HEADY, encompassing scent of miss westenra. the honey of her dulcet nature can almost be TASTED in the air - sea salt from whitby’s cliffs, rosewater splashed on her complexion, strawberries &. champagne she last imbibed on. there is beauty even in her FEAR, shining curve of full, trembling lip &. curling lashes fluttering over such wide EMERALD gaze. even so she does not SCREAM, not yet, delicate fingertips settling IMPULSIVELY over jugular notch though she cannot comprehend why. golden cadence now STUTTERS in an attempt to say something, ANYTHING to break the spell of his unshakable gaze, the PREDATORY tilt of his beautiful head. finally the words come in HALTING whisper; ) 

                         “ i ... i don’t understand. please - ! wh - at ... ?!”

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 ❝ Do NOT be afraid cheri, I promise that this was not meant for you to see. ❞ Vampires were NOTHING but fictional creatures by this point, fairytale villains' that scared little children at night. Or perhaps they were some weird woman's wet dream. As they confined at thought of a lover who would want to drink from them forever, like that of Dracula and his crude ways for living his immortal life. If ONLY he was that amours. While he could be, everyone WANTED to seem more afraid than interested whenever they were, in fact, face to face with his kind. Unable to read her, there was a steady tilt of his head in a questionable way. Showing off his fangs while he awaited for any kind of wail to silence her. With own throat dry, it was time to feed. The night was young with a steady breath of fresh air on the nape of their necks, a break from the suffocating summer's day.

#❀ＢＥＬＯＶＥＤ❀ #desiredprince #( i am SO sorry this is late. ) #( i love this already. )

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tentative — discord now available upon request!

#( haven’t used discord for rp that much - if at all - so please bear with me. ) #( i won’t give it out to everyone and i would prefer to write threads on tumblr. ) #( but shorter threads or ooc chat is cool! might change these policies later. ) #( tbd. )

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CONVERSATIONAL  SENTENCE  STARTERS  

❝  you wanna know how i know you’re a good friend— not just for me but in general?  i always feel better after hanging out with you.  ❞

❝  sometimes things aren’t alright and they’re not gonna be okay for a while.  and that’s alright.  as cliche as it sounds it’s okay to not be okay.  give yourself time.  ❞

❝  have you even taken the time to let yourself feel it?  everything that’s been happening.  eventually,  you have to slow down and let it feel real.  ❞

❝   i’m not really the advice type,  but i am damn good at coming up with distractions to forget the bullshit for a while.  ❞

❝  was this not what you expected?  ❞

❝  i think the whole idea of ‘finding yourself’ is kind of bullshit.  we are what we chose to be.  we make ourselves.   ❞

❝  did you come by for a reason or did you just want some company?  ❞

❝  i’m going to tell you this,  once,  because i think you need to hear it.  you deserve more.  you should expect more from the world and put in the work to get what you deserve.  ❞

❝  i brought some seeds for your garden.  i thought about bringing a bouquet but— this way you can grow them and enjoy them longer.  ❞

❝  please,  stay for dinner?  i enjoy your company.  ❞

❝  come sit a little while with me.  tell me how you’ve been?  really.  ❞

❝  you don’t know how glad i am to see you made it.  here,  let me get you a drink.   ❞

❝  if you’d like to discuss it in private,  we can step outside?  ❞

❝  whatever it is you wish to tell me,  it won’t leave this room.  ❞

❝  well,  i’ve been wanting to talk to you.  but i don’t really know how to put it all in words.  ❞

❝  how have you been sleeping?  ❞

❝  don’t take this the wrong way,  but you don’t quite look well.  ❞

❝  don’t feel bad for not knowing—  i was trying not to bother anyone.  you didn’t know because i didn’t let you.  ❞

❝  miscommunication is a shitty trope in sitcoms and it’s even shittier in real life,  so let’s just take a moment to breathe.  and let’s get on the same page.  alright?   ❞

❝  is this a time for me to listen or fix it?  ❞

❝  i don’t really have anything to say,  i just know that i don’t really want to be alone.  ❞

❝  could you just…talk to me?  it doesn’t have to be anything important.  i just like listening to your voice.  it calms me.  ❞

❝  honestly,  it was a long time ago.  i don’t really remember the details.  ❞

❝  i’m rather proud of you.  i don’t say that often,  so believe i mean it.  ❞

❝  you seem content here.  happy,  even?  ❞

❝  i’m not here to drudge up the past.  i’m just hoping we could have a future.  ❞

❝  i see you’re not getting much sleep either.  should i make us both some tea,  then?  ❞

❝  are you sure you didn’t want to mention something to me?  ❞

❝  are you sure you’re alright?  ❞

❝  i’m a fan of your work,  actually.  ❞

❝  you have more of a reputation than you might think.  ❞

❝  you haven’t heard of me?  how refreshing.  ❞

❝  go on,  tell me what’s on your mind.  ❞

❝  something is troubling you,  yes?  ❞

❝  with a smile like that,  i can’t help but want to know your secret.  what’s got you so cheery today?  ❞

❝  come on,  you’re clearly upset.  and i’m not the asshole who pretends not to notice.  ❞

❝  oh,  i’m going to enjoy making my first impression with you.  how am i doing so far?  ❞

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Nights and Loves of Don Juan, 1971

#❀ＦＯＲ ＲＯＭＡＮＴＩＣＳ❀

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@desiredprince​: --❝ no, that’s a myth. ❞

vampiric starters. | accepting

                         ( she is somewhat INTOXICATED, flushed features warm &. bright in dim silver moonlight. heiress &. gentleman stand together on the veranda overlooking evergreen IMPRESSIONIST blur of fragrant gardens. lucy had been atypically NERVOUS entering tonight’s ball, reaching for coupes filled with bubbling champagne upon gliding through the foyer-a full glass is cradled in one DELICATE hand now. it is the first of the season’s festivities where all THREE of her vying suitors were in attendance, &. her dance card was already full with scrawled signatures of other hopeful, ENAMORED men. diamond of the first water, EMERALD of the british isles - miss westenra had men competing for her hand, for even the chance to gaze upon ETHEREAL angel from all over the world. initial excitement had become overwhelming, near OPPRESSIVE strain eased only by sparkling wine. promenade on the veranda is first OPPORTUNITY nymph has had to breathe, grateful for cool evening air on FEVERISH, blushing skin. still, even now she PERFORMS, her life a constant DISPLAY of carefully constructed façade. )

                         ‘ oh monsieur, you must think me a very silly woman! ‘

                         ( laughter - much like the rest of her - is DREAMY in its silvery, bubbling quality. her question had been about the CHARMING american fascination with weapons; though she knew little about the stranger she now CONVERSED with, heiress did know he had some experiences with americans. the country had always FASCINATED her, interest increasing twofold upon making acquaintance with mr. quincey morris. the TEXAN - being the only american lucy knew personally - had given angel incorrect, perhaps NAÏVE assumption all americans hoarded weaponry of all kinds similarly to quincey. tapered fingertips lightly touch his arm, still giggling as she sipped her champagne. soft british lilt is somewhat SHEEPISH with her unwilling ignorance - miss westenra has never left england &. sometimes feels utterly FOOLISH conversing with more cosmopolitan strangers such as the gentleman who now holds her RADIANT attention. )

                         ‘ you seem very worldly, &. i am ashamed to admit i am not. it is why i am so eager to gain knowledge from gentlemen like yourself, you see, or the enchanting mr. morris. ‘

#❀ＢＥＬＯＶＥＤ❀ #desiredprince #( lucy PLEASE oh my lord LMAO. ) #( also if this is bad let me know and i’ll change it :). ) #( i am s o hyped. )