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[Insert some valedictorian sappy speech here.]
火 ||| Love Letters:
@bloominx (tumbles waifu) | @suiigetsyou (Joey to my Chandler) | @dollsted (Senpai) | @fxightme (Poetic writer) | @traitorn (Old soul writer) | @feridbatheinyourbloodbathory (Love to hate) | @purple-moon-flowers (My dove) | @slavenomore (Beautiful writer)
火 ||| Nerds:
@furxvy | @takiwiings | @bloomingnxsbud | @immortalcoil | @tenzx | @kxngofruin | @sakurajoou | @consumiingfire | @smolderiingembers | @rokahozuki | @fierykage | @naru-uzumaki
火 ||| Quill && Ink:
Thank you for putting up with this tired mun. I know most of you follow me for the memes and thats alright, others awaiting my triumphant return from my hiatus, but whatever the reason YOU are here. Just know I appreciate it. And I also would like to just thank all of you who send me suggestions and kind words about the memes and starters I make.
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*Grabs her wrist turning it palm up biting into the curve of her thumb.*
Oops~
Bite me.
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Head canon time inspired by @slavenomore:
Person A is a demon that only knows nothing but ripping people apart and carnage practically becoming a beast or animal in their very soul and mind. Person B stumbles upon a bloody scene and calls the attention of the demon while they are caught in the act of feeding. Person A senses that within person B there is a gentle, innocent soul and becomes curious about them. Person B extends out their hand and gently touches Person A’s cheek. Feeling a gentle touch for the first time Person A becomes domesticated and obsessed with Person B. Wanting to make them theirs. A sort of Beauty and the Beast role almost. In time Person B’s soul syncs with Person A’s and they accept each other as is.
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//No.
//I’m choosing my delicious tea. That is all.
@ainswcrth || @fxightme || @bloominx || @suigetsu-mist-hozuki || @feridbatheinyourbloodbathory || @immortalcoil
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*His lips barely hovering over a free spot above her shoulder her words rang through his ears. A gentle kiss was placed on her skin before he lift a lock of her hair pressing it to his lips taking in her delectable scent.*
You're breaking my heart my darling pet.
*The fact that she was putting up such a fight intrigued him and peaked his interest even more. Eyes narrowing seductively as he watched her reactions. Her face somewhat adorable looking sleepy.*
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//I know I'm enjoying this thread like yes the more gore the more enjoyable. I just keep getting messages from like ten people saying they love the thread x3
//No worries I do too. I’m glad to offer ‘fan fiction’ for the masses. This is what we’ve trained for people. Put on your best acting face! No but I’m really enjoying the darling Chise she’s so pure and innocent Ferid just has to corrupt her and tempt her to the dark side with candy.
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(Lovey dovey possessive vampiric jealousy fueled threads with bloody kissing them both covered in blood are the best)
@slavenomore
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HOLY FUCK what r u doing with my feels between that thread with u and slavenomore like this is amazing fanfiction this should be ff bc its gold
//Believe me I know. She’s been wanting to do a vampire verse and I knew Katana was the perfect person to thread with because the way she crafts her writing is beautiful. She’s literally fueling my muse and cravings for a vampire human thing.
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*His gloved thumb pressed against the center of her lips. His own coming towards her ear whispering softly to the girl as he looked inside the open doors.*
Chise. If you say no. You'll make me a very angry creature. But if you do say no. I'll only change you anyway.
*He wouldn't mind being locked in an eternity with her even if it was through hatred. Because at least she would be his. At least he would be able to sense where she was in this wasteland of the world. Tilting her neck to access her tender and soft veil of flesh his mouth opened feeling her grip tighten against his chest. His grin wide and his wolf like teeth reaching their destination.*
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*He dabbed his fingers in her blood painting her lips gently. Sweet caressing of her bottom lip before he licked it clean and kissed her. Moments later he parted.*
You'd make a beautiful vampire my dear. Allow me to change you and become my full time pet. I want to see fangs on you.
*Both their faces now covered in blood his eyes glistened looking at her.*
Just taste yourself. How sweet your blood is. Let me make you mine Chise. Allow me to become your father, your lover, your everything.
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*Fingers grazed over the fresh love bites he made to her neck gazing at them adoringly. His lips still curled into a wicked grin. He brushed away her tears with his thumb holding those delicate olive skinned cheeks before resting his aristocratic nose at the base of her neck inhaling that sweet blood of hers. His index fingers tracing the center of her throat. There was a certain bounce in his voice as he spoke to his dear pet.*
Forgive me my dear I was very----peckish.
*His crimson eyes rolling up to her emerald ones knowing full well she was angry with him- nay just upset. But betrayed as well. His fingers threading through her hair he tilt her head up to meet his line of sight angling her face towards him with a tug of her hair.*
My dear Chise. I've been wanting to mark you for quite some time now. And how can any vampire resist that magic honey tasting blood of yours? I offer you protection. If I was not by your side ever vampire would have you and probably do worse.
*There was smugness in his reply. An arrogance as he looked innocent to what his intentions had been.*
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“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster … when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss also gazes into you.”
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*His lips instantly curled up into a smirk despite his back being to her. Her blood coursed through his veins like liquid fire. It was so intoxicating but her blood burned through his system so quickly that it was a shame he couldn't indulge in the high a little longer despite the copious amount he had purposely taken. Hearing her sweet voice beckoned him to turn. Hooo she was angry. Though still. His brow raised as his playful voice danced off his tongue.*
Chise my pet. Why don't you come a little closer. I can't quite hear you from this distance.
@slavenomore || cont
*He felt the weightless woman’s body beginning to collapse from under him. He responded by tightening his arms around her and demanding her body be pressed to his. Her taste was exquisite. The most delicious blood he ever grazed his lips upon. One droplet of her blood and he was hooked. She was a drug he didn’t care to quit. The crimson taste wasn’t made of iron at all, her blood was like drinking the finest wine that’s been aged for centuries maybe even era’s. The noble took a breath in from his nose inhaling her exemplary scent. Earth. Old souls were certainly trapped inside her. The madness in his mind began to clear and he was able to regain his state of consciousness. His eyes shined vermilion as he parted his lips from her neck pulling his fangs out of her creamy neck. Licking his lips savoring the left over taste he made sure not to spill a drop of her precious blood. His lips curled into a wicked grin as he gazed down adoringly at his unconscious victim.*
Oh my I seemed to have overindulged.
*Speaking to the unconscious girl was in vain but he thought he’d apologize out loud to her despite his words falling on deaf ears. His grin receded into a smirk as he picked her up bridal style carrying her to his room using his shoulder to shove open the cedar doors. His vermilion eyes watching her expression as she slept brought some inner peace to his icy heart. Gently he laid her down folding her hands over her midsection carefully placing and planning how he would arrange her. Pulling up the silk sheets he let them lie gently across her shoulders. He lingered for a few moments before disappearing out the door.*
My poor little lamb.
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Are you OC friendly?
It depends on if your OC is well rounded with a back story but other than that I typically accept them depending on if we create a thread together.
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▂▃▄▅▆▇█▓▒░ WAY TO GO. You're a quality roleplayer! Send this message to a few more quality blogs to spread the love! ░▒▓█▇▆▅▄▃▂ //[ -butterflysknife ] [ :3 ]
Oh my dear Violet thank you. But I believe you moved your blog.
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🌑
Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse //// @sweetnsourvampire
*He felt another vampiric form hover into his bed. Crimson eyes narrowed and glanced over at the pink haired girl.*
Moka my dear. I suggest not testing my patience today.
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@slavenomore || cont
*He felt the weightless woman's body beginning to collapse from under him. He responded by tightening his arms around her and demanding her body be pressed to his. Her taste was exquisite. The most delicious blood he ever grazed his lips upon. One droplet of her blood and he was hooked. She was a drug he didn't care to quit. The crimson taste wasn't made of iron at all, her blood was like drinking the finest wine that's been aged for centuries maybe even era's. The noble took a breath in from his nose inhaling her exemplary scent. Earth. Old souls were certainly trapped inside her. The madness in his mind began to clear and he was able to regain his state of consciousness. His eyes shined vermilion as he parted his lips from her neck pulling his fangs out of her creamy neck. Licking his lips savoring the left over taste he made sure not to spill a drop of her precious blood. His lips curled into a wicked grin as he gazed down adoringly at his unconscious victim.*
Oh my I seemed to have overindulged.
*Speaking to the unconscious girl was in vain but he thought he'd apologize out loud to her despite his words falling on deaf ears. His grin receded into a smirk as he picked her up bridal style carrying her to his room using his shoulder to shove open the cedar doors. His vermilion eyes watching her expression as she slept brought some inner peace to his icy heart. Gently he laid her down folding her hands over her midsection carefully placing and planning how he would arrange her. Pulling up the silk sheets he let them lie gently across her shoulders. He lingered for a few moments before disappearing out the door.*
My poor little lamb.
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