#dark!Sorina

[tea-with-eleni]

I would bring back the sun.

I loved Strahd von Zarovich. I cannot deny it.

He is exactly the kind of person I always dreamed of finding, when I was mortal. When I was alive. He’s brilliant, a strategist, a warrior. He protects his people. Of course, it helps that he is also beautiful. Is it any surprise that I was so easily taken in by his charms? I entered the mists and found him waiting. He was in mourning. I loved him then, and stayed by his side through a grief he could scarcely describe.

He came to love me, I think. Maybe he even still loves me, in some way. A heart can love so many when it doesn’t need to beat. I was not his lost Tatyana, I never would be, but I knew that he loved me too.

No gods blessed our union.

Of course not. My husband killed me, after all.

He was the first vampire. There aren’t rulebooks for such things. We didn’t know, he didn’t know that there was a way to free me from his control. And besides… shouldn’t a wife obey her husband?

It is better to be dead than spawn. I can say that with utter certainty. I loved my husband, and I loved that he would do anything for Barovia. I would do anything for Barovia too, whether I wanted it or not.

It was an accident, when he freed me. Neither of us knew that it would do anything at all, if I were to drink from him, as he did from me.

I would like to think I suspected.

I may be lying to myself.

I do not think he regretted it, though. He loved me.

I loved Tatyana, through him. That was something he could never have forced. He would not have needed to. My heart was as free as his. I gave it willingly to the girl who fought her way to our door, who begged us to let her stay. I could spare her my indignities. We needed to be certain, I told my husband, that we could share our dark gifts with Tatyana when she found her way back to us. Volenta was willing. My husband knew what I was planning, but indulged me in this. I could keep my little bird. I could keep Volenta.

We could not help him woo Victoria. Anya. Olya. Sorina. Marina. They died, life after life.

There is little point in learning to love a willing puppet. He did not free Anastraya. I do not know if he loves her. I did not.

He did not free Escher. I did not know if the boy even understood the cruel fate that awaited him.

I did not care if my husband forbade my interference with Ireena. He could not command me, not anymore. I saw no need to obey this command. What was the point? I wanted to meet her, before she died. Everything in my studies was shaped to help her survive. If I could meet her, if I could protect her… Volenta laughed at me, but did not try to dissuade me. Although we have come to feel very little for the fleeting mortals who live and die by our whims, she confessed her own curiosity.

I created the cruel charade that lured our dearest home. Volenta played her part well. I was less convincing in mine, but then, I did not need to be. I merely needed to be present, to scare her enough that she would not enter the temple.

I spoke with her that night.

My husband was dreadfully wrong.

My husband was sick.

She will never love him. Not in this life. Not in any life. Strahd killed me, but he destroyed her.

I loved her, too. She is brilliant. Dazzling. She is the radiance of the sun I never thought to see again. She is more alive than my husband ever could have been. Of course, it helps that she is also beautiful. Is it any surprise that I was so easily taken in by her charms? I helped steal her from the cold outside of the Amber Temple, I brought her home. She mourned the lives she never was able to live. I loved her then, and stayed by her side to protect her from my husband. We entered the mists together, to try to escape.

We will never be free while my husband endures.

He will torture and coerce and enslave so many like me to capture her. To cage her. He would do anything for the idea of her, but he does not, cannot, comprehend Ireena Kolyana.

She will never love him. She may never love me.

I don’t care.

I may be lying to myself.

I have, unknowingly, condemned the man she did love, once. It is better to be dead than spawn, but I will not cause her more pain. I cannot free him. Not without damning him further. But perhaps she can, someday. I am not kind. It would be kinder to kill him. But Ireena may yet love him, and I will not take this chance from her.

It was an accident, when I created him.

I regret it.

I cannot help her woo Doru Donovich. But, then, if she truly loves him, she does not need my help. I think I understand some things better now. If he loves her, perhaps they can yet be happy.

Well. Not while my husband endures.

But perhaps someday.

Volenta, my bird, knows how hard it will be to kill our husband. She is more afraid than I am. She does not want to give up this world just yet. Nor do I, in truth, but I would do anything for Barovia.

I loved Strahd von Zarovich. Nevertheless, he killed me. He killed Volenta. He has killed Ireena, life after life after life.

So many, dead. So much darkness, for so very long.

It is time for us to return the favor.

[bunny-bluue]

Here they are! The glorious dark King of Wallachia and the beautiful Romani that kneels before him without fear. I’ll tell you what, drawing Alucard as Vlad was a reeeal challenge for me! I’m just thankful that I found a whole entire drawing of him in his armor battle suit to reference on! Otherwise I would’ve gunned it and guessed what the rest of his suit would look like😅 I wanted to draw a piece where Vlad and Sorina were meeting for the first time. Sorina is not one to shy away from something that she wants, especially when it came to men of her preference. Which is why Sorina here is attempting to lower Vlad’s guard by showing him the respect he deserved as a king. She knew that Vlad was a dangerous man, that he would and could kill anyone that disrespects, let alone displeases him, and that would make most either avoid him or suck up to him to the max. But for Sorina, she loved feeling the thrill of being in danger when it came to doing what she did best, she was determined to win the king over by any means necessary, which is why she held no fear for him while facing him and that alone is what seals the deal with her and Vlad’s unique and powerful relationship.

[matrilinear]

BASIC INFORMATION

Legal Name: Soreana Du Couteau (married name), Sorina Cziffra (birth name, legally changed to Soreana Linzmaier at age five to reflect noble status);

Most Known As: Lady Du Couteau;

Nickname(s): Sorè;

Date of Birth: July 10;

Gender: Cis-female;

Place of Birth: Vindor, Southern Noxian Empire;

Currently Living: Bel'zhun and Noxus Prime;

Spoken Languages: Va-Nox, Ur-Nox, Modern Shuriman (fluent), Piltovan & Demacian (conversational);

Education: Roughly college level with a focus on political philosophy;

Hair Color: Dark brown (greying but dyes it her natural color);

Eye Color: Hazel;

Height: 1.68 m or 5' 6".

FAMILY INFORMATION

Siblings: Eleonora 'Lena' Linzmaier † (half-sister);

Parents: Sigismondo 'Ziggo' Linzmaier and Natalia Cziffra † (biological parents), Lady Linzmaier † (adoptive mother);

Children: Katarina and Cassiopeia Du Couteau;

Pets: Talon, Cartouche (selectively-bred magical feline).

N.B.: Soreana is the result of an extramarital affair. She was raised together with her half-sister, Lena, who tragically died young. Because the family had promised the BR an agent, Soreana was formally adopted and later recruited in Lena's stead. One day, I will expand on the effect her adoption had on her interpretation of family values and her relationship with Talon.

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual;

Relationship Status: Widowed… but practically separated;

Since when?: One year following Marcus' disappearance when he was declared legally dead.

TAGGED BY: @mercless, thank you! This finally gave me the necessary push to expand her backstory a little bit.

[cljordan-imperium]

WORD SEARCH TAG GAME

I am behind on tag games, but I'm trying to catch up.

This tag was from @toribookworm22

My words were - BLESS, SOUL, JAM, KEY, WIND

I'm tagging - @writingpotato07, @blind-the-winds, @frostedlemonwriter, and @saltysupercomputer

Your words are - IMAGE, STONE, PLAZA, BEFORE, SOON

BLESS

“Now, Sor, you know me better than that.” Whatever he had done to make Div happy, he was thankful for it, because he was obviously being blessed.  Never in the history of millennias’ worth of first dates had he had one start off this easy, not even a second date. Then again, this was Sorina, and this, he hoped, would be his last first one.  “But I do believe my lady said something about wanting to take an overnight bag?”  An eyebrow rose as he looked down at her beautiful face.  “I also assume that you’re going to want a change of shoes for the garden.”  He pulled her tighter against him.  “I can keep you from getting cold, but not from heels sinking in dirt.  I’m liking those heels though, a lot.” There was no misreading the grin and wink he gave her, which got him a laugh and a quick kiss from her.

SOUL

Their foreheads came together with the softest of touches and Adriel could have sworn there was an actual spark that passed between them.  Not one like static electricity, but one of a soul deep connection being established.  “There should be nothing about me that scares you, mia bella.”  One hand left her hair, coming forward to cup the side of her face and hold it tenderly.  “Unless it is the same thing that makes you so dangerous to me.  What is between us is unexpected and strong, as well as unexpected.  Angels mate only once….”  He let the statement hang there and saw the gentle movement of her throat as she swallowed.  He’d been right about what she had meant.  “I promise to be most gentle with your heart, my dear one.”  His thumb swept over her cheek, his expression softening and his eyes tender as he took her in.  HIS female.  HIS Grigori.  HIS.  

JAM

When Leviathan looked up, he saw his brother leaned up against the door jam with his massive arms crossed over his broad chest.  Unlike Leviathan who was tall with dark hair and eyes, Mammon had lighter auburn hair and blue eyes, his frame broader and more muscular as well.  They were only brothers in that they were created by Div at the creation of the Earthly Realm, so their “Father” was the same.  There wasn’t much about them that was alike, other than their hatred for their father.  

KEY

“We are going to need to keep them closer together.  If he’s far from her again, we’re going to have a repeat.  I’m pretty sure they can be in different rooms, but not different wings of the castle.” Arch answered, which made every other male’s jaw tick. “However, I believe that I’ve figured out the key to why they are here.  The spell worked exactly as it should have.  Whether she was to be bound to Dartan (Dar-tan) or an angel (Dare-ten) is debatable, but the spell worked as it was designed.  The spectre is just an egotistical asshole.”

WIND “I would not hit my daughter, Lucifer.”  Adriel’s tone was condescending and although he was addressing the fallen, his eyes were focused solely on Abbadon.  His hands were glowing an ethereal blue and there was an otherworldly wind that was swirling about him.  No one who had ever seen the Angel of Death and Destruction doubted that he was in no mood to discuss anything with anyone, and he was quite done with whatever shit that Abbadon was about to pull.

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[marcellussorina]

9

**You’re sweetening the deal.  Fine, fine, I’ll go with you. XO** Sorina’s head shook as she sent her message and looked out at the ocean from the beach she was sitting on.  It was one of her favorite places in Imperium to go, and she’d decided to relax there before getting ready for her date with Marcellus.  Otherwise she knew she would fuss over herself till she was insane.  The previous night and the morning had been perfect, and perfect things rarely happened to demons.

One thing that was a definite bonus of being an Officer of the Royal Legion, was that you had contacts in the castle that many of those who worked within the castle even would not.  Regardless of the abduction of the throne of Lucifer and now Abriella and Cruz reigning supreme, Marcellus still knew who to talk to in order to get a suite in one of the towers of the Palace for the evening that had a spectacular view out over the Palace Gardens, the rolling hills beyond, and the beautiful lake that lay beyond that.  It was something that those on Earth would put on a touristy postcard.  It also meant that he knew who in the kitchen to talk to in order to get a meal fit for the Queen herself to be delivered at the appointed time with a bottle of finely aged blood wine.  Candles and soft music completed the ambiance, now all he needed was the stunning brunette demoness who would be his companion for the evening.  Thinius might also have helped, he and his Captain had a long and tight history, friends and brothers to the end.

Showing up early, he went over the suite and all the preparations as if he were doing so for a royal event.  While this was just for he and Sorina, to him it was just as important.  She was that important to him, on more than one level, and he was now kicking himself for not having done this long ago.  After he had assured himself that everything in the suite was perfect, he traced outside of Sorina’s apartment at the barracks.  Marcellus shoved down his nerves about the evening going well and knocked on her door.  It wasn't like this was a blind date with a stranger, but he thought maybe that made it worse.  If a date went bad with anyone else, even a stranger or random being he met in some random realm, then they rarely, if ever, had to interact again.  Sorina was his Sergeant and he wasn’t about to give up her tactical knowledge and skill, so if he fucked things up, work would be hella awkward.

For her part, Sorina was nervous as well.  She was pretty sure that they had been dancing around the attraction to one another for what had to be centuries; and now that they were actually taking this step, she could not help the butterflies that had taken flight in her stomach.  So when she heard his fist on her door, she tugged lightly on the hem of her dress, took a breath, and opened the door to see him standing there looking better than any male had a right to.  A dark grey sweater that didn’t hide those muscles that she had felt the strength of many times in training, and the gentleness of the night before as well,  atop dress slacks that fit him in a way she could more than appreciate let her know he was taking things just as serious as she was.  Marcellus dressed up for very few people.  She let her eyes fully drink him in before letting her eyes meet his, not hiding her appreciation for his form at all.  They were far past that now.  “Early, I do like a prompt male.”  She smirked at him, her voice sultry.

His breath had almost been stolen when she opened the door, her dress far less revealing than the night before but somehow it called to him more.  Thankfully his brain was still working, so he didn’t leave her standing there waiting for a reply. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint you, love.” His hand came up to the door as he pushed it a little wider open to let him slide through, making her back up a step; but his other arm hooked around her narrow waist to pull her flush against him and not let her get far.  “Not with you looking like this, and we have plans.  Any other male in these barracks sees you looking like this and I might have to fight them off and we’ll be late.”  Marcellus gave her a charming smile, making sure she knew he fully appreciated the red dress she was wearing that fell mid thigh.  Leaning back against the door he was now through to close it, he dipped his head for the first kiss of the evening.  

The night before their kisses had been heated with passion, but the one he gave her now was more sensual and slow,  and it started butterflies in her stomach.  Had anyone told her that he would one day do that, she would have called them crazy, but now she was fully reveling in it.  Her hands made their way up his broad chest and over his shoulders to get lost in his hair.  If this was how the night was beginning, she had a feeling that it was going to go perfectly.

“Are you trying to distract me because you forgot to actually make preparations?” She teased him.  He had been too nervous via text message earlier in the day for that to be true, but now that he could see her face as well as her voice so that there could be no misunderstanding, she had to tease.  “I mean, this IS a nice distraction, Marc, but I WAS promised dinner.”  She smirked and gave him a wink with a light laugh.

“Now, Sor, you know me better than that.” Whatever he had done to make Div happy, he was thankful for it, because he was obviously being blessed.  Never in the history of millennias’ worth of first dates had he had one start off this easy, not even a second date. Then again, this was Sorina, and this, he hoped, would be his last first one.  “But I do believe my lady said something about wanting to take an overnight bag?”  An eyebrow rose as he looked down at her beautiful face.  “I also assume that you’re going to want a change of shoes for the garden.”  He pulled her tighter against him.  “I can keep you from getting cold, but not from heels sinking in dirt.  I’m liking those heels though, a lot.” There was no misreading the grin and wink he gave her, which got him a laugh and a quick kiss from her.

“I can always put the heels back on after our romantic walk in the garden.” She smirked up at him as she almost purred and saw the blues of his eyes darken. “Since you like them so much,” Sorina teased him as she lightly picked at the neckline of his sweater, her eyes crinkling just a touch at the corners as she smiled at him.  The look he was giving her was turning her insides to jelly and giving her a flush across her cheeks.  There was no way he could miss the effect he had on her.

"Maybe just the heels…" He couldn’t help but grin down at her.

[countess-sorina]

Ad Meliora (Towards Better Things)

A/N: More so a short collection of moments leading from Sorina’s birth up until her first year. This was written back in 2020 and only now published since it is the dark!Sorina universe. Prompts welcome for any age!

Newborn: Sorina cries nonstop the first few days after her birth. Dracula feels frustrated, confused, and like a failure. During one moment of weakness, he feels angry towards Agatha as if she abandoned him. He immediately feels horribly guilty afterwards. However, on the midnight of her fourth day of life, an idea comes to mind. Digging into an old chest, he finds Agatha’s old tunic. Carefully, he wraps it around Sorina. For the first time ever, she is finally lulled into a deep sleep. She never wails as hard again.

Month One: Sorina seems to calm down at the sound of Dracula’s singing and his voice. She tries to turn her head (and succeeds just the slightest) when he approaches. Dracula notices that she’s even beginning to smile a little (or it’s just gas)...

Month Two: Sorina is definitely getting stronger now. She’s started to lift her head, and seems to show recognition and excitement when Dracula gives her attention. She’s more vocal and has become more wriggling (which makes Dracula nervous, he doesn’t want her rolling off of the bed)

Month Three: Sorina definitely makes eye contact now. She’s a very happy baby, much to Dracula relief. He reads to her during “tummy time” as she lays on her stomach on a rug near the fire. She sees to enjoy it.

Month Four: He is both excited and slightly disappointed when Sorina bites down on his hand, drawing blood. She has inherited his fangs (which appear at random) and they are sharp enough to pierce his impenetrable skin. She’s taken to chewing on things that perhaps she shouldn’t and loves small toys (a ball and some wooden blocks) he bought from the village. She giggles and smiles, and he can’t help but do the same--even if she does bite him.

Month Five: Sorina makes faces all of the time, sometimes trying to mimic his. She babbles at him, patting his cheeks when she wants his attention. She’s been attempting to try to crawl, but mostly rolls around. He’s begun to baby proof the castle as much as he can.

Month Six: One night he finds her sitting up in her crib giggling. He praises her, picking her up and kissing all over her face. Part of him considers getting a mirror so she can see her reflection. He heard somewhere babies like that. But he can’t get himself to. The guilt doesn’t sit right.

Month Seven: Dracula yells when Sorina almost crawls into the fireplace, startling her. She begins to cry and he immediately lifts her up to comfort her. He reminds himself to somehow block the fireplace or even get rid of it entirely.

Month Eight: Blood. Sorina drinks blood. Sure she’s survived on cow’s milk, but out of curiosity, he offered her some. Just a few drops from one of his victims. She drank it up hungrily. How proud he is. His little girl and her vampiric tendencies. What other traits might she have? He decides not to push it further...for now.

Month Nine: “Papa!” Dracula’s heart nearly stops at the word. He looks down and sees Sorina sitting on her bottom, arms reaching up towards him. He beams, brighter than he ever has before. “Papa!” It’s more demanding now, she grunts as she reaches for him. He lifts her up and kisses her all over. Oh if Agatha could only see.

Month Ten: Exactly on the day marking her tenth month of her life, she stands up. Not only does she do that, but she begins to stumble around, just a few steps before falling. Sorina holds onto furniture as she does it. He takes her by both hands and helps her around further. She’s grinning, laughing hard. So happy. His little girl. Step by shaking step, she’s moving along.

Month Eleven: Sorina has started to climb. Furniture. Steps. She listens--annoyed, but adheres to his commands when he tells her to get down. She knows a few words now: “No” “Papa” “Up” “Baba--well, she means bat”. Oh how she’s grown. How big she’s gotten. He both loves and hates it. He worries that in the blink of an eye, she’ll be all grown up. But for now, he enjoys the time he has. Cuddles her. Holds her close. His. All his.

Twelve Months/One Year: “Mama?” Sorina points down curiously at her mother’s grave from where Dracula holds her in his arms. He nods his head, “Yes, that is your mother. Would you like to give her your flower?” The little girl smiles, tossing the daisy onto her mother’s grave marker. One year. Had it already been that? He places a kiss on Sorina’s head, eyes cast down on his late wife. Oh Agatha, if you could see what she’s become. You’d be so proud. “Love you,” Sorina says, catching his attention. “Love me?” “Of course,” he murmured, smiling as he held her close. “Both of you, forever and always.” Exhaling, he glanced down at the former nun’s grave once more. With a small smile, he turned on his heels as he and little Sorina made their way back towards the castle. Back to their home.

[flutteringphalanges]

So I’ve brought up the concept before of an AU of my Dragatha fic Mirabile Visu (in which Dracula and Agatha have a daughter named Sorina). In this dark!Sorina AU, Agatha dies during childbirth leaving Dracula to raise their daughter alone. Lots of daddy!Dracula and how being a parents alters his livelihood tremendously. 

ANYWAY, I wanted to start a dark!Sorina side blog. NOT a roleplay blog, but a place to post one shots where I can write all about Dracula being “that” overprotective dad who just happens to be The Lord of Darkness too haha! People could submit prompts and I could write them out. I don’t know. I thought it would be fun and be great exercises to get me out of this Writer’s Block funk. 

I have things planned from 1897-Present lol! This is how often I play around with the idea.

UPDATE: Here is a link to the side blog. Nothing posted yet, it’s super late. I have something for tomorrow ready to go, but if you have prompts, please feel free to submit!

https://countess-sorina.tumblr.com/

[ib-gomes]

Waist Up Commission of Sorina, the awesome vampire lady OC of @zandalorscat. ♥

[zandalorscat]

Highlights from last night's Vampire the Dark Ages:

- Voices in head continue being assholes

- Uncomfortable Gangrel is uncomfortable

- The Lasombra and Malkavian having a heartfelt conversation on pain, friendship and revenge while the dignitary we're escorting invites the Ventrue to a palanquin orgy and makes exaggerated fuck noices in our direction

[squisherific]

smh your love for sorina is making me love/root for them too, and I haven't even watched/read sns.

Excellent. My master plan is working then MWAHAHAHAHA!!! 

j/k ^_~ 

That makes me happy though, anon! Perhaps this is a sign that you should read the manga, and discover the beauty of Sorina for yourself. ^-^ The anime’s first season was really good, too, but everything they’ve animated since then has felt very rushed. >_

[theboarsbride]

Writeblr (Re)Intro!

Hey hi howdy everyone!! It’s getting to that time for my yearly rewrite of my Writeblr Intro, so here it is!

My name is Josephine, but feel free to call me Jojo (pronouns are she/her), your local penguin and bird monster enthusiast! 

I’m in my early twenties and am from the Midwestern United States, and am currently in college getting a degree in Writing and Applied Arts with an emphasis in editing and publishing, as well as a minor in History. I tend to be busy busy busy during semester, so in my free time I like to doodle and write silly little stories.

My art and writing updates I post a lot on my social media accounts, which are as follows:

Instagram: jojo.penguin.art

Twitter: JojoPenguin_Art

TikTok: jojo.penguin.writes

Discord: Jojo the Rad Penguin#3942

Tumblr: my DMs and ask box are always open!💛

I am ALWAYS down for chatting with and meeting other writers, and engaging with others’ content!! The primary genres I work with are:

- Horror (in varying genres, but primarily Gothic)

- Historical Fiction

- Paranormal

- Monster Romance (I’m aroace as hell so my romances are pretty ‘clean’--no erotica to be found here)

- Light Fantasy

If any of these genres interest you, feel free to keep on reading about my WIPs below the cut! Now about my general writing style...

Most of the stories I write are inspired by two things: fairytales and horror. A majority of my WIPs are either directly inspired or loosely based on some fairytale, folklore, or myth, and most are part of some genre of horror, whether it be Gothic, psychological, folk, survival, or supernatural. Also a lot of my writing influence comes from authors like Angela Carter, Sarah Waters, Caitlin Starling, Shirley Jackson, and Robin McKinley.

A list of my WIPs are below the cut! 💛

The Monster and the Butterfly || Novel || Gothic Romance + Historical/Paranormal/Gothic Horror + Fairytale Retelling (Beauty and the Beast + Eros and Psyche) || 2nd Draft + Major revisions + My Main WIP

Whitechapel, London 1894. 

Sophie Wickes and her family struggle to survive, melancholy eats away at her father more and more with each passing day, and her passion for cultivating flowers procures no income. She must swallow her pride and set aside her hatred for England’s aristocracy when she’s offered a chance of employment by the reclusive Lord Edgar Cushing to tend the gardens of his Rosenthorne Hall. However, the estate, its gardens, and their master is nothing what Sophie expected.

The house? Rotting, dilapidated, hideous.

The gardens? The husk of something alive, whimsical, and beautiful.

The master? Faceless, nothing more than a voice from the shadows.

Despite her fear and anger, Sophie becomes enthralled by the garden’s potential for mystic, untainted beauty, and she develops a close friendship with Lord Cushing, despite him being nothing but a mere whisper of darkness that pleads for her to never seek him out.

However, whatever enchantment the gardens and Lord Cushing’s voice bring her shatters as she begins to receive nightly visitations from a crooked-jawed phantom and butterflies who’s wings whisper of a bloody past and the truth behind the faceless lord's gentlemanly masquerade.

                                                         ~***~

The Vampire of Shadowed Castle || Short Story || Gothic/Survival/Vampire Horror + Folklore Retelling (Romanian Folklore) || 2nd Draft + major revisions coming soon

Local villages know to revere, and fear, Shadowed Castle.

Hunters know not to hunt the game in the surrounding forests, shepherds know not to let their livestock graze in nearby pastures, and wayside travelers know to avoid any paths that are within its wretched reach. Everyone knows to stay away from it, to avoid it as though the land itself is infested with the plague out of fear that whatever evil lurks within the darkness. 

Everyone except Sorina Dalca.

She believes the local legends surrounding the Shadowed Castle to be only myths meant to keep children in line, horror stories with no ounce of truth to them. But when she’s forced to enter the cursed castle upon a dare, she must struggle to decipher what is all myth and what is all real when she comes face-to-face with the fabled Vampire of Shadowed Castle.

                                                         ~***~

The Faeries and the Lark || Novel || Dark/Gothic High Fantasy + LGBTQ+ Romance + Adventure + Fairytale/Folklore Retelling (East of the Sun, West of the Moon + Sleeping Beauty + Scandinavian Folklore) || Development + First Draft +Incomplete + On-Hiatus

Loosely based on the fairytales Sleeping Beauty and East of the Sun, West of the Moon, as well as Scandinavian folklore, The Faeries and The Lark follows three faeries–spirits of nature–raising a human child they’ve named Lark, the princess of a sun-worshipping kingdom wiped out by a subterranean society of trolls. The faeries devote their lives to protecting Lark from the worlds of man by raising her to believe he’s one of the fae, and to keep her deep in the forest so that she can remain hidden from the trolls that restlessly hunt for the princess that escaped their massacre.

But everything the three faeries worked hard for is put to the test when Lark encounters a human named Sigrid, the toughened, sword-wielding chancellor’s daughter from a neighboring moon-worshipping kingdom that’s threatened to be swallowed by the fairies’ forest, and every aspect of her life as she’d known them threaten to crumble around her.

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The Boar’s Bride || Novel/Fanfiction || Drama + Psychological/Gothic Horror + Romance + Fairytale Retelling (Bluebeard) || First Draft + Incomplete + On-Hiatus

A retelling of Bluebeard’s Bride set in 1980′s America that shows the unorthodox “romance” between a young, naïve painter and enigmatic, charming millionaire Mason Verger, as well as the horror that follows once they are wed. 

(NOTE: This is currently being written as a Hannibal/Silence of the Lambs fanfiction featuring Mason Verger and my OC Edith Watts, but I hope to turn it into an original piece of fiction in the future.)

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Mrs. Maturin || Novella || Historical Fiction + Drama || Second Draft + Major Revisions + On-Hiatus

This is a short historical fiction novella that’s a semi-fictionalized story based on the very real encounter between Joseph Merrick, AKA The Elephant Man, and young widow Leila Maturin, the first woman to have supposedly smiled at him and shook his hand, inspiring him to change his life for the better. (AKA my “Hallmark Movie WIP”)

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Ruth || Novel || Folk/Environmental Horror + Drama + LGBTQ+ + Fairytale/Folklore Retelling (Little Red Riding Hood + Germanic pagan folklore) || Development + On-Hiatus

A folk horror retelling of Little Red Riding Hood where a woman and her partner join her ailing grandmother on a trip to her childhood home in the isolating backwoods of Germany, only to find themselves in the presence of a cult that worship a strange entity that lurk in the shadows. (Think Red Riding Hood meets the 1970s version of The Wicker Man)

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The Wolf of Pine Falls || Novella (???) || Contemporary + Romance + Folklore (werewolves) || Development + On-Hiatus

A paranormal slice-of-life short story featuring a middle-aged, high school librarian werewolf navigating personal insecurities, as well as a romance with his blind coworker. (AKA the WIP i created because I wanted a werewolf character that subverts werewolf tropes, and I wanted an OC based on John Malkovich)

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Temperance and Mr. Wyrm || Novella || Body Horror + (Monster) Romance + Fairytale Retelling (King Lindworm) || Development + On-Hiatus

A nurse with a pension for using herbal and natural remedies is hired as an in-home caretaker for a man afflicted with a strange, arcane, and serpentine, infection.

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And these are my WIPs!!!!! I hope one of some of them have caught your eye, and that you stick around to see where these all go!! 

Thanks so much for reading!!💛🐧

[twistdfirestarter]

BASICS

FULL NAME: ALIN SORIN DALCA

» MEANING: Alin [ Romanian meaning “to soothe.”]; Sorin [ Romanian meaning “sun.”]; Dalca [ Romanian, meaning “uncertain.” ]

NICKNAME: Everyone calls him Alin; he uses his full name for formal documents. When he was little, Alin was called ‘Tiny” because he was short.

AGE: 33 in appearance; 114-years old.

DATE OF BIRTH: 1907 February 4th, Monday.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Centralia, Pennsylvania.

OCCUPATION: Business owner.

RELIGION: Raised Catholic.

ORIENTATION: Pansexual.

GENDER: Cisgender Male.

SPECIES: Vampire.

PERSONALITY

STRENGTHS: Emotional, Uncompromising, Intelligent, Loyal, Quirky.

WEAKNESSES: Coward, Sarcastic, Emotional, Detached, Possessive.

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Sebastian Stan.

HEIGHT: 6′0″ [i82 cm.]

WEIGHT: 171 lbs. [78 kg.]

BUILD: Athletic.

GAIT: TBA

HAIR COLOR: Dark brown.

EYE COLOR: Blue.

BIRTHMARK: TBA.

OVERVIEW: » SCARS: TBA. » TATTOOS: None.

BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Centralia, Pennsylvania;  Cluj-Napoca, Romania.

RESIDENCES: Sanguine, Louisiana; Centralia, Pennsylvania; Cluj-Napoca, Romania.

NATIONALITY: Romanian-American.

ETHNICITY: Caucasian.

FINANCIAL STATUS: Upper-class.

EDUCATION LEVEL: High-school graduate.

DEGREES: None.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Romanian, some French and Spanish, German and Austrian.

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Adam and Sorina, both deceased.

SIBLINGS: Two siblings, Aurel and Anca.

CHILDREN: None.

PETS: None.

SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS: » TBA.

FAMILY HISTORY: Born on the 4th of February, 1907 in Centralia, Pennsylvania, Dalca Alin or Alin was the eldest son of Adam Dalca and wife Sorina Dalca, both came from families of rich Romanian immigrants that arrived in the state of California back in the  early 1800s. Seeking good life and fortune in America, the Dalcas traveled across the country and settled in Pennsylvania where the clan bought a coal mining companies all throughout. The Dalcas also mined in the town of *Centralia until the coals underground the town burned in the 1960’s throughout the 70’s making the town uninhabitable for humans. The family managed to stay afloat and grew their richest after investing in many businesses including orchards and later on, shares in tech companies.

Alin was sent to an exclusive vampire colony in Canada by *Thomas, son of Alin’s trusted confidant and childhood friend, John. Thomas feared for Alin’s life after his family suspected there was something wrong with the Dalca’s primary heir. 

Alin has two younger siblings, Aurel and Anca. After Alin was turned vampire on his 33rd birthday by a traveling Roma woman he’d meet at his own lavish party. After realizing the changed the encounter brought to him,  Alin tried his best to hide it with the help of his bestfriend John whom he grew up with. Alin who then was living by himself somehow got away with only coming out at night, and excuses after excuses and lies upon lies were sewn by him and his confidant John. 

 After 10 years, Alin’s family and relatives couldn’t be convinced anymore of his true nature, so with John’s help, he traveled to Urani, Romania, where his ancestors are originally from, settling to start a new life. During these years, Alin sent updates to his family, telling them he had married and will soon have a son, a lie he and John formulated together not wanting to lose control over the family business in America. After a little over 30 years, Alin came back to Centralia in Pennsylvania with John and a new born boy, John’s son Thomas. They settled in a huge mansion in the ghost town inhabited by only a few people, passing himself to his family and relatives as his own son. 

Not everyone of course was convinced. Alin lived in Centralia for the next 40 years with John who was aging and Thomas who was being trained to be Alin’s company. Centralia and the surrounding town claimed that since Alin and his companies’ arrival, strange things started to happen. People missing, animal and properties vandalized… And Alin was once again staying away from his relatives, not being able to explain, why, like his ‘father’ before him, he couldn’t explain the youth he possessed. 

His family and relatives suspected that he was the original Alin and that he never died like John had told his clan. They wanted Alin and his friends out of Centralia and they wanted the whole business given back to them. They said that he was no longer the same man they knew. He was the devil and must die. This brought Alin so much pain and anger that he attacked his own brother’s and sister’s grandchildren. Realizing what he had done, he quickly stopped and saved the children’s lives. Alin was then caught by his brother’s eldest child and put a knife in his throat. He survived the attack and fled with Thomas to the west coast. John had by this time died of old age. Thomas who is about 40 years old now, had done his research and found out about Sanguine Society in Vancouver where he placed Alin. Thomas encouraged Alin to take part in the society, and perhaps find his place within the colony in the process. But Alin is stubborn. Although he recognized that the colony is a safe haven for him, he refused to follow its rules. 

Alin caused a lot of troubles during his stay in the colony; burned buildings and made pacts with resident vampires as he grew restless, realizing his suicidal tendencies. The stay in the colony did not work for Alin at all and Thomas became too focused making sure Alin didn’t do anything harmful to himself that the human companion neglected many aspects of their relationships including producing a successor to his title as Alin’s right hand man.

Alin grew erratic and had convinced another vampire to kill him but the plan changed when Thomas disappeared... Alin set to search for his human companion and learned of his friend’s death which brought another wave of erratic behavior from within...

Alin not sure what to do next, wandered around for an answer or even a clue as to what truly happened to his friend Thomas. He hired a private investigator that reported to him his friend was murdered... With this new information, Alin sought to find the people who committed the crime but first, he had to take care of his family whom he was accused of robbing their wealth. Could be they are behind Thomas disappearance and murder?

ROMANTIC HISTORY: Alin had many lovers in the past but he easily got bored of them.

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS: Alin had great fondness towards John, his bestfriend whom he grew up with in Centralia and later on became his companion when he turned. John took care of him and loved him in return so much so that he trained his only child to be Alin’s companion after he was gone. Then, there was Thomas who was John’s son, Alin’s second human companion who took great care of him. Like John, Alin had great affection towards Thomas as well and took good care of Thomas until his death... Alin never took another human companion after Thomas passed. Somehow he believed that his friend will come back to him in some shape or form...

THOUGHTS ON LOVE: None.

HEALTH

PHOBIA(S): Living forever alone.

HANDICAP(S): None.

MENTAL DISORDER: Depression, alcoholism.

PHYSICAL DISEASE(S): None.

PREDISPOSITION(S): None that he is aware of.

[bunny-bluue]

Got to finish up a piece where it takes place in Alucard’s past, way before he began his terrorizing in London. Here we can see him with a portrait of Sorina but he cannot bear to look at it because of his grief and guilt. He knew (or believed) that he was the one who killed her when he was in his bloodthirsty craze and no matter how hard he tried to forget about her, she just couldn’t vanish from his memories. So because he had chosen to accept the fact that he had killed Sorina, he decided to paint a portrait of her and hide it within his dark castle in Transylvania where he would look upon it whenever he felt the need to suffer from his past.

[prismarts]

This is my design for Douxie's mama! It took.... a while cause I was deciding on eye colour of all things xD

Yedda Sorina Casperan, secretly a spellcaster with knowledge of basic magic and protection spells. She's considered a simple seamstress in her village able to make detailed spceial embroidery

She was born with heterochromia, an emerald green eye and a bright sky blue eye. But after Douxie was born and she moved to the village where she now resides as a seamstress, she used a simple glamour to change her blue eye to green to avoid any suspicion from the villagers and to fit in as a normal mortal as much as possible.

Like her given names suggest, Yedda Sorina (a Sun-like woman, with a lovely voice), was a very warm and bright woman. She was adored by children in the village for how sweet and kind she is.

Yedda was also born with a sweet and melodious voice that can often be heard as she hums while she works.. or when she sings lullabies to her beloved son.

As Douxie grew, he understood why his mother would hide her beautiful differently coloured eyes. She explained as much to him, it was to keep them both safe, from being feared.

Overtime though, the young Douxie associated his mother's blue and green eyes as her being able to be herself... being able to show her true colours around him, and him alone. Thus, the bright sky blue of her mother's eye, the one he would always see when his mother is able to feel safe and like herself in their home, imprinted on him, giving his magical aura the same bright hue.

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That's... all I have so far! I still need to figure out more about Yedda, little Douxie and how Archie came along but for now, I wanted to share my design and some things I was able to come up with for her!

I had a lot of fun drawing her and I have.... a lot of friends to thank for the feedback when I designed her, especially when it came to her eyes xD

Special thanks to @tenyai for igniting my inspiration to go back to Yedda's old design I used in Douxie Appreciation Week and updating/finalizing it!

@generalfandomsofthefreak ,thank you for the suggestion for the dark emerald green eye colour! And @bernie-the-nugget for the idea of Yedda changing her eye colour using magic, really wouldn't have been able to come up with the explanation without it!

Tagging some babs that may just want to see this!: @tenebrius-excellium @tales-of-hisirdoux @mxcheese @furblrwurblr @alovesongshewrote @blixeon @soni-dragon @headwitchbai @citrus-fields

[cljordan-imperium]

FIND THE WORD TAG

I was tagged by @dogmomwrites

I'm leaving as OPEN TAG since I tagged a few recently

Your words would be: temper, magical, equal, brush, and leg

My words were: overhead, interest, threat, annoyance, and comfortable

OVERHEAD

“FUUUUUUUCK!” Mattheus screamed up into the trees when she disappeared for a moment.  He traced up to the limb she’d been on, barely keeping his balance and listening for a rustling above him.  He knew the damn sprite was somewhere overhead, but not where.  “Now, little sprite, I’m not going to hurt you.  I’m trying to help.  You don’t know Cas like I do.”  He heard a rustling to his left and traced to a tree in that direction.

INTEREST

In her talks with Abriella, Cassandra had expressed interest in Caligo, the torture pits and what lay in the dark depths of the other realm.  She had been informed that she would be able to go there, but would have to be escorted, and if that escort was Lucifer, well, she had no problem with that at all.  There would be all kinds of fun that could be had.  She was probably the only one of the females at the table that loved the darkness and gave herself over to the evil, and she was unashamed of it. She had a feeling with the right impetus, some of the demons could be persuaded to have a little fun her way too.

THREAT

As soon as her head cleared enough that raising it from the stone floor did not make the world spin and bring forth a new wave of nausea, Kaylin crawled over to the massive wardrobe that was opposite her bed.  Laying flat on the floor again, whe stick her hand underneath and pulled out a silk bag that mad a slight jingle.  Inside were two black cuff bracelets and a golden chain with what appeared to be a carved obsidian pendant.  They were gifts from her grandfather, Lucifer.  She'd been told to hide them and if her father ever became a threat, use them.  She had no idea what they would do, but Lucifer was the person she trusted right after Asher.

ANNOYANCE

“There is a human female lost in that forest, and I don’t know where.  But I fear that she is in dire trouble.”  Dartan saw the expressions of the demons change to something akin to a mixture of annoyance, incredulence, and fear. “And, we are bound, as in somehow married, ish.” 

COMFORTABLE

When their drinks came, Sorina took a rather large sip of hers before turning to speak to Marc.  They had been standing in a comfortable silence waiting, but whatever had been on her mind to say was wiped clean away when she was pulled firmly against him and her gaze met his intense one.  He moved both their bodies to the music, which had a heavy beat but not a fast one.  That smug smirk of his was in place, but now Sorina found that she found it more sexy than irritating.  How many demon’s brews had she had?  How many had he? Did it matter?  They were demons in the legion and this was still hell, rules were hardly rules and he was a very good looking male.

THE IMPERIUM CHRONICLES TAG (SO YOU CAN READ SNIPPETS) - @writingpotato07, @saltysupercomputer, @careful-pyromancer, @kjscottwrites, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @late-to-the-fandom

[countess-sorina]

Come On My Flying Machine

A/N: I wanted to try to write a little something today. I just got home and felt that maybe I could squeeze out some little!Sorina with daddy!Dracula before dinner. Hope it is to your liking!

“SORINA, NO!” 

Dracula watched in horror as the chubby legged little two year old wobbled along the stone banister before bravely, arms stretched wide out, leaping from her post. Down, down, she tumbled flailing her tiny arms as if they were wings. Before he even realized what he was doing, the elder vampire shot forward and caught the child before she hit the ground.

“Sorina!” The Count scolded as he held the girl to his face level. “What on earth were you thinking?! You could’ve injured yourself! You cannot simply jump from great heights like that!” 

“I was only trying to fly like you, Papa!” The little girl pouty, tears welling up in her eyes. “Why can’t I be a bat? I tried, Papa! I really, really tried hard!” 

The vampire sighed, his cold, still heart aching for his frustrated daughter. He knew how badly she desired to fly or transform into a wolf. But much like her mother, these talents she did not hold. Wiping away the tears the trickled down her warm, flushed cheeks that were rosy with life, he forced a smile. 

“I have an idea.” He stated, the little girl cocking her head in curiosity. “But you must hold on tight, yes?”

Sorina nodded her head and, without another word, the Count hoisted the child onto his shoulders. The girl shrieked in delight as her father held on tight to her little legs. Her fingers curled into his hair as the man’s knees bent.

“Ready?”

“Yes! Yes!” Sorina squealed. “Go! Go!” 

Dracula chuckled and began to race around the open floor of the entrance way. Perhaps it wasn’t flying, but it was the next best thing. At least in Sorina’s book. He only hoped that this would only last a few more years. That she would out grow such games. Though, secretly, he wondered if he might actually not mind. Life was funny like that.