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Animal Familiar Quiz.

FOX.

Though often having a reputation as a trickster, the Fox familiar is actually a good mentor to their master. They are some of the best animals as guides through difficult situations, using wisdom, cunning, and intelligence to lead the way. Being very seclusive and quiet, you are very likely a more introverted individual, though that doesn’t stop you from being kind and helping others. Like the fox, you are very aware of your environment and the people around you, and are hard to catch off-guard. A Fox familiar may act as a teacher or mentor to their master, helping them through difficult situations and keeping them aware of the world.

this familiar represents:

intelligence

being secluded

cleverness

awareness

quick-thinking

wisdom

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                                                                  all that orange burning almost a sunrise —

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Send me    ‘ 👃 ‘    for your muse to find mine with a bloody nose. 

Send me    ‘ 👃 + ‘   for mine to find yours

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your past is dead  YET  it still haunts you  AND  you let it

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immortals falling for mortals

immortals getting clingy and needy because you have so little time we need to make the most of it

and their lovers being like chill i’ve still got like fifty years and we’ve already spent decades together we’ve been like all around the world by now but rly all I need is you

and just, no, you don’t understand that’s not nearly enough for all the things I want to show you please why are you slowing down I know but you’re tired a lot lately wait no

don’t

go

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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈

sentences from amrit brar’s shitty horoscopes series. you may adjust as needed.

BOOK I: SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS

❛ holy fucking shit. just. holy shit. what the fuck. ❜

❛ nobody really knows the nuances of what you get up to in your spare time, and honestly they’re probably better off that way. ❜

❛ busy yourself with the affairs of the living, for once.. ❜

❛ the answer is no. ❜

❛ ohhh boy. you. fuck you. yes, you specifically. ❜

❛ delete your search history. ❜

❛ please practice blinking as others can be unsettled by your inhuman ability to maintain an unbreakable stare during casual conversation. ❜

❛ what did you ever do to deserve this? in all probability, something terrible. ❜

❛ you are a crayon. get out of the toolbox. ❜

❛ none will love the butcher. don’t take it too personally. ❜

❛ some relationships, like warts, can be handled with the tactful application of liquid nitrogen. ❜

❛ take a long shower. wash your hair. wash the clothes you were wearing. wash the memories from your mind and body. ❜

BOOK II: ANGER

❛ frostbite is considerably difficult to heal from. ❜

❛ there is poetry in brutal efficiency. ❜

❛ HELLFIRE HELLFIRE HELLIRE. ❜

❛ people would take your raging far more seriously if you weren’t crying the entire time. ❜

❛ what made you so vindictive? ❜

❛ some bodies may be temples, but all are ruins at your feet. ❜

❛ your contempt will always taste like grief. ❜

❛ in the process your body is subsumed piece by piece. ❜

❛ you are the bone-deep fury of an abscessed tooth. ❜

❛ you are notorious for rubbing salt in the wound. cheap vodka in the wound. battery acid in the wound! ❜

❛ vehicular arson is not the answer. ❜

❛ hate is a verb. ❜

BOOK III: PETTY EXISTENTIAL CRISES

❛ the sooner you accept your impending expiration, the sooner you can stop trying to swallow the sun. ❜

❛ embrace the inevitable. snuggle with the inevitable. take the inevitable out to a nice, candle-lit dinner. ❜

❛ there are forces outside of your control. most of them don’t care for you. ❜

❛ when it all goes to hell just remember it’s what’s inside that counts (though many would not find you very appetizing). ❜

❛ not all things have significance, which is scary. the things you overlooked tend to have the most, which is scarier. ❜

❛ your teeth are only porcelain, your ribcage simply glass. like all delicate things, they can know no permanence. ❜

❛ in time you’ll learn that “just” and “right” only mean the same thing when they’re coming from very specific people. please don’t cry. ❜

❛ you may not want to change, but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway. ❜

❛ sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places (what the fuck is it going between your teeth). ❜

❛ nothing can stay. ❜

❛ you can put all the flowers in your mouth that you fucking want, but dying is dying and rot is rot. ❜

❛ loneliness is the fracture that never heals quite right. ❜

BOOK IV: RESOLUTIONS

❛ lay them to rest. ❜

❛ they are there, hovering nervously. you will watch the skies. you will wait. ❜

❛ eat the other. ❜

❛ there will be scrapes and sutures: viciousness and victory. ❜

❛ no loose ends. ❜

❛ a cacophony of awe and joy and terror. ❜

❛ an eye for an eye. a tooth for a tooth. a knife for the ribs. ❜

❛ you will not be swayed by the morally destitute. ❜

❛ decay will feed the bloom. ❜

❛ devour death like crows, for all the feathers between your teeth. ❜

❛ twisting/screaming/uncompromising. every inch. every iota. ❜

❛ once, answers were found in mouths, bathtubs, and bottles. this time around, get inventive. ❜

BOOK VI: AFTER THE FALL

❛ lies you have told yourself: your humanity is the largest burden you will bear. ❜

❛ decorating your meltdowns is all well and good, but a trainwreck is a trainwreck and it might be time to get a paramedic. ❜

❛ they tell you “there i nothing to fear but fear itself,” but you have seen yourself in the mirror. ❜

❛ you may have been gutted but you mouth is soft, your tongue is silver, and your teeth are gemstones cut to size. ❜

❛ it’s less like biting off more than you can chew, and more like dislocating your jaw. ❜

❛ even spectres can tire. ❜

❛ seeing yourself for who you really are would be great if you knew where to start looking. ❜

❛ it pays to kill with kindness when you’re your own worst enemy. ❜

❛ you’re only armed to the teeth because you’re more brittle than you’d care to admit. ❜

❛ your ego cannot afford cremation or caskets. ❜

❛ frequent tastes of your own medicine can get poisonous real quick. ❜

❛ self reflection is important! whether you like what you see is up for debate. whether it can be contained in a dark basement is another matter entirely. ❜

BOOK VII: MAGICK

❛ you are a quiet god, and your hunger is cavernous. ❜

❛ at times your body is simply a prison laid in gold. ❜

❛ death, dust, party, repeat. ❜

❛ devour the monsters and you can call any place home. ❜

❛ you’re only as lucky as your expectations are low. ❜

❛ worse than having too many secrets is having no secrets at all. ❜

❛ if seeing is believing you might be in some trouble. ❜

❛ suspend belief. expel fear. throw reason into a frigid cell, never to be seen again. ❜

❛ killing the monsters is the easy bit. it’s finding them that’s the hard part. ❜

❛ there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters. ❜

❛ a mouthful of ashes bested by a life of smoke and mirrors. ❜

❛ what’s to be gained from the keeping the heaviest of treasures behind your teeth? ❜

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I’ll punish you for being such a brat, and you will thank me afterwards.

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❝ Some sins can’t be forgiven. ❞ Grace~

ACCEPTING @m-misguided

        “ Oh, can’t they? ”  

Eyes of deep scarlet-hue regarded her  –  and all the other bodies that lurked beneath the murky, unsettled surface  –  with learned caution, though the tension that held his shoulders so high and furrowed his pale brows could not betray his frustration. A woman responsible for the deaths of thousands at sea was lecturing him on morality, on sins no less, as if they meant anything to an unholy being such as himself.

“ And what will become of you? Do you think you will be rewarded for the existence you live, when this life of yours comes to an eventual end? Will you be forgiven for your sins? ”   Heavy boots took him across the rickety planks of the old pier, not taking his gaze from the waves and their human-esque companions, trying not to wince as timber creaked beneath his weight. He was as close to the edge now as he could be without falling in, a place few men  (rightfully)  did not go when so many vicious sea-maidens traversed the water just a few feet below him; he came yet closer to her as he lowered himself onto his haunches before her, his unwavering gaze daring her to act on it.  “ Do you think our differing causes really separate us that much, when we are both built to kill and so frequently fulfil that use? ”

He allowed silence to follow for a short beat, listening intently to the sound of her undead heart beating in unison with the ocean beating the distance cliff face. Foul weather was inbound and he should not be here. He should go. And yet he would remain. 

                    “ Is that what you think, Grace? Please, tell me  –  I’ll spare myself from associating with a fool. ”

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scorciare‌:

head  still             reels             from  the  kiss               .               noises  splutter  from  lips  upon  slender  frame  being  pulled  ever  closer              ,              rosy  tinge             spreading  athwart             cheeks  to  back  of  neck               .               instant  regret  hit  as  soon  as  words  left  mouth              ,              embarrassment  only  increasing  more  and  more  time  creeps  by              ,              a  slight             dizziness             lingering               .               some  comfort  indeed  comes  from  the  man  not  laughing  or  mocking  her              ,              instead  it  seems  his  gaze  seems  to  focus  on             something  or  someone             else  behind  her                   .               for  a  brief  moment              ,              a  passing  wonder  comes  to  mind               ————————————               if  he  kissed  her  just  to  make  someone  else             jealous             and  was  making  sure  they  saw  the  two  of  them               .  

words  only  confuse  her  more              ,              leaving  her  at  a  loss  of  word             yet  again               .               dozens  and  dozens  of  reasons  as  to             why             exactly  she  is  being  followed  by  whoever                  ,              but  comes  up  short               .               there  are  really  no             good  reasons               .               defending  herself  if  necessary  is  done  easy  enough                  ,              especially  with  a  body  that  can  turn  to  water  at  will              ,              but  being  perused             leaves  her  feeling  uncomfortable             nevertheless               .

really  it  does  not  matter  why  she  is  being  followed               .               his  stern  voice  is             more  than  enough             to  convince  her  that  his  statement  is  true              ,              or  at  the  very  least  he  is  somewhat  concerned  for  her  safety  and  well  being                   .            ❛          so  then                   ————————————               where  should  juvia             go             then             ?

         Baltasar was not quick in his response to the woman just inches apart from his own body, turning his attention instead to the outskirts of the property where his eyes scanned for his colleagues. Thankfully, his relatives had enough sense to ensure that he was not guarding the enormous building alone; they had ensured that a few other equally-strong (and well paid-off) people were on duty to deal with situations like this, should they occur.

All it took was a few nods and non-verbal gestures and the help was on the move to see-off the threat; the Lohr heir parted from the smaller woman for a moment, shifting to her side and placing a hand - gently - on her back, the pressure  indicating the direction he wished her to take as he moved forward with her.   “ I’ll take you to the VIP lounge until the trouble passes and everything is ... dealt with, ”  Why he was going above-and-beyond for a woman he barely knew, Baltasar was still unsure  --  no full moon dictated his actions, nor was he thirsty  -- it was the not-knowing that truly confused him when he reflected upon his actions just minutes ago. Truth be told, he was almost as embarrassed as she was  --  he just kept that feeling well-concealed.  “ ... If that’s okay with you, of course, Miss...Juvia, wasn’t it? ”

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@scorciare  --   continued!

         There’d been someone else here all evening, he’d felt their presence yet couldn’t pin-point their body in the masses of people. Another dark entity looking for a meal among unsuspecting humans, frequently shifting and darting through the hustle-and-bustle of the New Year’s Eve crowd. The Dhampir had been trying to locate and irradiate them all evening; it had been the task set for him by one of his superiors, to ensure that there was no unnecessary disturbance on Lohr property. They did not need extra eyes on their name, after all --

                      -- Found them!

Dhampir, female, too focused on something else to notice his presence  --  Baltasar’s red eyes followed her gaze and found something he did not expect ... a familiar face. Someone’d he met not long ago, still relatively unknown to him yet intriguing enough to hold his attention; to have his feet move instinctively in her direction as the countdown signalled the end of the year. He was unsure what compelled him so, but as the clock chimed and cheers rung out, he’d pulled her into a kiss that neither of them had really anticipated. 

          “ Listen to me, ”  He’d just about heard her words over all the noise, but had felt a little too embarrassed to acknowledge them. The broad hands still resting on her shoulders pulled her closer; he eyed the other Dhampir as she eyed him, her face full of fury as realisation had finally hit.   “ We need to get you away from here ... you’re being followed. ”

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🧛  VAMPIRES & DHAMPIRS  -  inbox memes.   🧛

potential trigger warnings: blood, biting, violence - please proceed with caution; feel free to change any pronouns or phrases to your liking! most of these also work for non-vampire muses, too!

VOCAL

“ You look awfully pale, Sir/Madam. ” “ You’re covered in blood  -  are you okay? ” “ I’ve never seen anyone with red eyes before. ” “ Does garlic really effect you? ” “ How many centuries old are you, then? ” “ Can I see your teeth? ” “ Why are your teeth so long? ” “ Do you sleep in a coffin? ” “ Where the hell did you appear from? ” “ Bite me. ” “ Have you … killed them? ” “ You move fast. ” “ How did you get up there? ” “ Are you … a vampire? ”

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“ You really think garlic will hurt me? Have you ever been injured by a vegetable? ” “ I’m thirsty… ” “ I’ll try and make this hurt as little as possible. ” “ The more relaxed you are, the less the bite hurts. ”

ACTION

send ‘BITE ME’ for my muse to bite yours send ‘BITE THEM’  for your muse to catch mine drinking someone else’s blood send ‘BITTEN’ for your muse to drink my muse’s blood

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super extra naughty indecent dirty raunchfest the meme!!!! aka, NSFW MEME

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before?

☜ : Does your muse like to top?

☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?

∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?

☺ : How often does your muse masturbate?

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

✌ : Is your muse good with their hands?

♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks?

☯ : If you’re comfortable with it, write a drabble about our muses doing something naughty. If not, put a strikethrough across this one in your reblog (or simply don’t do it; your blog, your rules ;3).

☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some?

♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?

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BITE THEM // from vampire lord levi~

VAMP STARTERS

Usually Baltasar did not indulge himself so much, but after a night of holding back his more carnal impulses whilst he kept guard of his family, he couldn’t bare to be without a decent meal any longer. Even before this woman, he’d had his fill of another’s blood, yet still found himself hungering for more under the bright light of the full moon. He cursed himself for not having greater control over his instincts but, as he found his teeth buried in her neck and the taste of iron on his tongue, the rush of it all did away with his concerns. 

She seemed to be enjoying it, too, if her eagerness to undress his upper-body and scratch up his back had been anything to go by. Another slip up of the evening, he had mused, but had been too eager to drink to care. For a little while now, he had made a bit of a show of it; a little bit of fun for her as a subtle thank you for the meal she’d provided. 

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, maybe even kind consideration that may make a future pursuit of her possible, should he need it. But just as things were about to get heated, his usually-keen senses brought a presence to his attention much too late. 

The woman made her annoyance very evident when he withdrew from their ministrations, and straightened up to scan the darkness of the back-alley surrounding them, but she was quickly silenced by a sharp glare from the Dhampir himself. Returning his gaze to the shadows with furrowed brows, he spoke out into the night air.

              “ Who’s there? ” 

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🧛  VAMPIRES & DHAMPIRS  -  inbox memes.   🧛

potential trigger warnings: blood, biting, violence - please proceed with caution; feel free to change any pronouns or phrases to your liking! most of these also work for non-vampire muses, too!

VOCAL

“ You look awfully pale, Sir/Madam. ” “ You’re covered in blood  -  are you okay? ” “ I’ve never seen anyone with red eyes before. ” “ Does garlic really effect you? ” “ How many centuries old are you, then? ” “ Can I see your teeth? ” “ Why are your teeth so long? ” “ Do you sleep in a coffin? ” “ Where the hell did you appear from? ” “ Bite me. ” “ Have you … killed them? ” “ You move fast. ” “ How did you get up there? ” “ Are you … a vampire? ”

——-

“ You really think garlic will hurt me? Have you ever been injured by a vegetable? ” “ I’m thirsty… ” “ I’ll try and make this hurt as little as possible. ” “ The more relaxed you are, the less the bite hurts. ”

ACTION

send ‘BITE ME’ for my muse to bite yours send ‘BITE THEM’  for your muse to catch mine drinking someone else’s blood send ‘BITTEN’ for your muse to drink my muse’s blood

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By the time Ranier is born, the severe hatred and distaste the seniors of the Lohr family had felt so strongly about Dhampirs had faded into apathy. Rani’s childhood was a lot less harsh than Bal’s; he wasn’t nearly as chastised or punished as Baltasar but was, in fact, altogether ignored. It is this that has made the two boys so different: a childhood of verbal abuse and physical punishments made Bal want to be as invisible; as unnoticed by his family as possible. Ranier, however, dealt with their purposeful neglect of attention and, as such, would (and still does) act out of line in order to see if he can get even one of them to pay attention to him.