#herbloodlacedtheirwine

[initiare]

BASICS:

Name: Manon, but I’ve gone by the alias of Sae on the internet since I was about 12 or 13. It’s really stuck and caught on so much over the years that it’s as commonly used as Manon is, if not more (both online and offline). Age: 29.  Pronouns: She/her.  Sexuality: Hetero. Zodiac sign: Cancer.  Taken or single: Single.

Four Things About This Blog:

1. Still unsure of how this worked exactly, but I’d decided to make a blog for Jace before I’d ever read (or seen) anything about him directly. A friend of mine had been in the fandom and I’d heard about him through her, enough that I’d peeked at a few basic bits on the wiki. And then one morning I woke up with this intense yet unexplainable urge to make him, this character that I knew next to nothing about. I read the first three books within a week and then I decided to launch him. I’ve never had a muse arise to the occasion quite in this manner, but then again, isn't this Jace we’re talking about? Nothing about him follows the status quo.

2. If I’d picked up the books without ever having heard anything about any character in specific prior to reading, I would’ve still likely found myself drawn to Jace’s character— but I would’ve made a blog for Valentine instead. They both appeal to me for different reasons, but ultimately, I’m very glad that I made Jace and I don’t regret not having made a blog for Valentine for a single instant.

3. I’m an exceedingly opinionated person with very set norms/values and they definitely make their appearance within my OOC posts, and they’re not always popular opinions ‘round these here Tumblr parts by any means. However, I don’t let them influence my perspective when it comes to writing for Jace (or any of my muses). Of course, I may recognize some or many aspects, but I make it an effort and personal challenge to look at everything from as many angles as I can as to obtain the widest picture of any character’s behavior or any situation.

4. Despite them not being in full view as they used to be, my tags have been described as being the ‘arteries’ of my blog(s) and I couldn't possibly agree more. If you don’t read them, you’re easily missing out on 80/90% of my meta’ing. My posts tend to have some coherency to them, some logic, but in my tags you find my incoherency and that’s my heart and my passion. That’s where I’m most alive.

Three Mun Facts:

1. I recognize that I’m incredibly headstrong and it’s both my gift and curse. While it’s gotten me in the occasional trouble because I realize that I’m being too stubborn a bit too late, there have been and are a lot of moments where I’ve used it to my advantage and I profit from it immensely in numerous ways. So while I could condemn it as a flaw, it very much hits the extremes on both ends of the spectrum.

2. I’ve got fire for a heart, I’m not scared of the dark; you’ve never seen it look so easy. Okay, so two days ago, I had a day of massive cleaning. This always goes hand in hand with music playing, I sing and dance (of which I can only successfully do the latter). Youtube went through related videos, it somehow got to One Direction. I used to unfairly hate them on principle because I heard them everywhere and everyone loved them; in the same light, Harry Styles was always the one I disliked the most because he was everyone’s favorite. Since that day, I’ve listened to their non-Zayn stuff a fair bit and it’s catchy, I guess I’m a very late fan. All good. Nobody can drag me doooowwwwn.

3. A lot of my thick skin stems from being able to properly put the right weight to people’s words. And I'm able to do that because I value’s people’s actions infinitely more than I do their words. It’s so very easy to say or type ‘yes’ or ‘no’, but if your actions don’t reflect your state of mind or your statements, then I lose respect. We’re all guilty of falling short of this every now and again, myself included; we’re all human after all, but once or twice doesn’t equal constantly.

EXPERIENCE:

How’d you start: Tumblr back in August of 2012 is when I started in the world of RP’ing. I made Tatia Petrova from TVD (I went by the url herbloodlacedtheirwine). I never really dabbled much into the world of writing before that, except little snippets in early high school as to practice and try to further my English. Platforms you’ve used: Tumblr. Best experience: While the TMI/TSC fandom definitely has its bad apples and I’ve been in fandoms where things were consistently calmer, I do find my best experience to have been here because of specific individuals I’ve met while here. However, my Tumblr experience has overall been really good since my Ezio blog. I had a field day writing him and people seemed to really appreciate my input on his character. Beyond that, his blog was also from which I released my themes and I’ll forever remember all the positive feedback I've gotten on them. Despite this site not easily showing it, there are a lot of people with a heart of gold out there. Worst experience: I’ve never exactly found myself in a really bad situation that I can refer to it as the ‘worst’, as I tend to nip things in the bud but I’m also someone who mentally catalogs things quickly, it’s how I deal with things. That and awarding stuff the weight it deserves and not a shred more— numerous things that I use to generally avoid things from getting very bad or affecting me more than I want them to.

MUSE PREFERENCES:

Original or canon: Canon every time. Favourite face: Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jamie Campbell Bower, Toby Regbo. Least favorite face: Actors or actresses that play the main protagonists in usually a show, as they tend to become over-used FCs.  Note: I have zero problem with these actresses or actors themselves, I just get tired of seeing everyone use them even outside of canon characters played by them. —To name a few examples in past and present: Nina Dobrev, Ian Somerhalder, Emilia Clarke, Katherine McNamara and Dominic Sherwood.  Multi or single: Running a multi isn't something for me, but I don’t mind writing with them in whatsoever way. Kudos and respect to multi muse blogs for having the mind to be so organized, though. I couldn't do it.

WRITING PREFERENCES:

Plots or memes: Plots, although I enjoy responding to memes on Jace as crack and light type of threads so fit him quite well, they’re a nice change from the immense angst that can be done in threads. Best time to write: I used to think the night, but looking back at threads and timestamps; apparently some of my strongest writing was done in the afternoon or early evening. Problem is, I don’t always have time to write a lot during those times. An issue? Yes, yes it is. Do you like your muse(s):  I rarely make new muses, when I do, there’s a reason. So yes. How long (months/years?): For my current blogs? Jace’s blog was created in November 2017. Francis was made... July 2017 and Ezio in May of 2016. I’ve made no other muses since Ezio and any before him have been permanently archived. Fluff, angst or smut: Angst/fluff, I’ve no interest in smut as it’s written on Tumblr.

Tagged by; @takeseffort tagging; @deusidvult (come on Shae, please make me feel less bad for writing so much by outdoing me), @beastmade, @leuthros, @audacatrix, @edomson, @snakedhand. Who else do I usually tag, uhm, @cainmarked, @xncertainty. Anyone else? Say I tagged you. <3

[carnivoriisms-blog]

Abalone & Aegerine.

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally.

                   This man does not have many friends,  he’s never been good with people.  But,  there are a select few in his life that mean the absolute world to him.  I often say he’s a 0-60 in 0.2 seconds kind of guy,  but it’s true.  Most of the time he either does not care for you,  has no opinion of you at all,  or he would kill for you.  Once you have this guy’s loyalty, you have it ‘til the day you die,  and then some.

                   Thusly,  due to such seldom seen but overwhelming investment in a select few,  when/if such relationships breakdown  ( e.g  his and Lou’s breakup ),  it’s like he ceases to function.  He does not know how to deal with an empty space beside him where once there was a person.  It’s as though he’s just not built to comprehend it.  This,  what is essentially,  bereavement may occasionally be misconstrued.  He once was clingy,  without realising it — such he’s better at controlling now but there’s still an inkling of it there.  Jealousy,  too,  tends to rear its head.

                   Loss,  in any sense,  devastates him  —  but what scolds the most is loss that is not absolute.  If another leaves,  he prefers they disappear entirely.  With Louisa,  headed back to the example,  it wasn’t possible.  He’s terrible at letting go,  pretends for as long as possible that he isn’t,  and thusly allows pain to fester ere he takes any steps to change the situation for the better.  Oliver’s not above being utterly and immeasurably dumbfounded,  has spent time staring into a stone cold cup of coffee or at an opposite wall.  The loss of someone close to him,  someone he’s invested in,  slows him down completely for a time,  though he might try to hide it when in view of others.

aegerine: my muse’s opinion of the supernatural.

                    He has no opinion.  In truth,  such a subject never really occurs to him.  It’s not that he doesn’t believe or does believe,  it’s it just does not cross his mind.  As a boy,  he was afraid of to walk in the woods around his house at night — thought something spooky was real for a time,  most likely.  Apart from that,  he’s just decidedly focused on what’s happening to him in the here and now.  There’s something akin to an imagination deep down,  but it seldom ventures forth and displays itself.

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[capnhook]

🔥 killian's face. >.

going light here for a second --

i actually didn’t think this man’s face was that attractive for a long time???? =X

but then killian happened.

DOES THAT EVER HAPPEN TO YOU?

YOU DON’T THINK A FC IS ATTRACTIVE UNTIL YOU / SOMEONE YOU KNOW TAKES ON A MUSE WITH THAT FACE.

AND THEN SUDDENLY IT’S LIKE RAPUNZEL SEEING THE LANTERNS?????

[capnhook]

🔥 He's so taaaaall, handsome as heeeeeeell~

okay, yes. my muse is attractive. yes, he’s a ladies’ man. yes, he flirts like no tomorrow ( not with everyone, mind you. he has standards. ) does that mean i want to ship with you -- ? no. does that mean killian wants in your pants -- ? no. 

now before someone says that i just yelled about people assuming about dick jumping -- 

let me point out, when i can tell that you wanna ride dick with your muse and that’s all you want to do? MAN OR WOMAN, i’m not here for that.

i’m here for writing.

if you’re here for shipping, cool. but go do your thing on some other hook. 

ladies are told they’re only around for dick / are just mary sues.

but -- on the flipside -- do you know how many times i’ve seen male muses objectified ( NOT EVEN IN JUST AN IC WAY ) / only hit on 24/7? and if they don’t wanna ship, people want to bounce?

THERE ARE PLENTY OF OTHER THINGS TO FOCUS ON.

PLENTY OF OTHER PLOTS TO FORM.

PLENTY OF OTHER CONNECTIONS TO BE HAD.

[capnhook]

🔥 Whatever's on your chest and you need to clear (you knew I'd send one)

rp community, please realize that not everyone is going to see your muse in the same light as you do. don’t throw a bitchfit if someone else’s muse doesn’t worship the ground yours stands on. it’s called in-character. don’t expect people to warp their character to suit your ego and your needs. 

[woodlandborn-a]

herbloodlacedtheirwine answered your question:               empty quiver.      god,  if you can...

I really like the second, but I’m head over heels loving the third. It has that ‘woodsy’ feel to it that your current icons also have. Fits him flawlessly, imo. <3

empty quiver.      to be honest,  i’m totally making both,  so that’s totally cool.  thank-you,  my dear!! <3

[insanitybounds]

Woman, I swear you do this on purpose. Make me miss you a ton so that I come in this askbox and yell at you, not that I mind. Also, I totally accept the goddess of cactus title and wear it with pride-- I MISSED YOU /SO/ DAMN MUCH. Y'know, many people would flail if they saw Mr. Buzolic around, but I flail when you appear on mah dash. 'Cause gdi, FOREVER CLINGING TO YOUR LEG a la koala bear.

I MISS YOU TOOOOO HOLY SHIT. WE HAVEN’T TALKED IN A WHILE AAAAAAAH. aaaaaww likewise you adgsadhskajhdkshd i wanna hug you precious thing. i’m actually surprised that you’re still rping tatia despite all the fuckery canon has done to her. 

[insanitybounds]

OMFG, RANI?!?!!

S. A. E.

[oldtaintedtemptress]

(Oh my god, oh my god, must seeee—) ✖

Send ✖ for my muse to do an impression of your muse.

"I’ve made my silent entrance. Where have I been? None of your business. In fact, I’m very secretive and mysterious, and I'm glad you have no idea where you stand with me. See these eyes? You can't read them. As for my poise, the way that I carry this sharp look across my face— it suggests I know exactly when the world is going to end but I'll tell nobody about it. Save yourself the trouble and don't test me, you'd fall to the ground if I flicked you."

[insanitybounds]

(Oh, Rani) Asdfghjk, I'm so returning these: melon, peach, vanilla, orange

i’m sorry it took so long my laziness was in the way :\

my first impression of you

       how long ago? a year? a year and a half? two? i forgot. scar kept talking abt your koltia like there was no tomorrow. indirectly promoting you non-stop to me until i really couldn’t help but to check your blog and fell in love with you and your tatia. at first i just screamed bc you don’t ship koltia (srsly it’s hard to come by a tatia who hates it as much as i do). i followed and i practically died when you followed me back, and then original feud happened somewhere in between. we had a group skype call and it was ridiculous lmfao.

what i like most about your blog

       that it exists. uhhh it’s always always soooo beautifully displayed. also amanda seyfried everywhereeee.

what i like most about you

       you’re honest. too honest that it makes me cracking. too honest that even when you’re being mean i actually love it. when you don’t like something about someone you say it to their faces and not everyone can do that. i adore that about you. and you’re not whiny on dash or make unnecessary drama that logically can easily be done privately.

my opinion of you now and our status

       oh this cactus lover is my friend. i adore you. it has never changed. you’re still amusing as ever. one of the people i never roll my eyes at when your post appear on my dash lmfao. i think i’m not gonna be able to hate you tbh. we can go on not talking for months and be okay with it. i’m keeping youuuuuuuuu. YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO DELETE TATIA OR I’M GONNA CRY

[abslved-blog]

campaign for sae to make an anna. say aye. 

[walkingabovexperdition]

So, whenever I go onto your page and hear your playlist now, I have angel muse— Anna muse. Stop. I don't know how to deal with this, I can't deal with this. Especially the "What are you afraid of?" does things. I'm holding you 100% accountable if I end up making an Anna, just so you know.

out ; so to be quite honest with you, my dear, i’m completely willing to take 100% credit for an amazing anna to be on the scene. even though i’m aware of other writers that do her amazing justice, i know that you would be just as stellar in writing her character. she never gets enough credit.

i mean, what kind of a brother would i be if i wasn’t in complete support of this? after all i’ve done, i’d give anything to see your beautiful face just one more time.

so —- what are you afraid of? 

[psychopathindisguise]

The Moulin Rouge; beauty incarnated within a designed anarchy; a delineated performance, effervescently breathing life through the place--and by doing so, leaving the poet in reach utterly and wholly mesmerized by the entire sight. Regardless, it's nothing new; when stripped off of her fangs, Effy was nothing but a poet craving passion, longing for a scenery to break into graceful words and a thousand stanzas trying to capture the artistry of it all. And when you're someone who's always on the look out for an exotic experience, such a place leaves you stunned and breathless; intoxicated by the fresh breeze of something new.

Nevertheless, she was here on a mission; the poet had to be tamed, for the vampire was in desperate need of finding someone who probably didn't even want to be found in the first place. And thus, no matter how fascinating and alluring the courtesans were as they swayed to the beat of the music on top of the stage, smiles just as breathtaking as their movement, she was not going to give in to distractions. And no matter how amusing it was to watch the 'gentlemen' drool, hues following the fluttering legs as if hypnotized, dazzled by lust, or even listen to the emphatic chatter that echoed through the room, she was not to be distracted. 

After all, all this meant nothing next to the homesickness that bit through her chest; she could write a million unfinished poems about her sister, her past--the guilt that rose with each taken breath, the hollowness of the bitter loneliness that resided within her shadow. But Paris? The infatuation will end, just like everything else; it's the unwritten endings that mattered. And so, when she heard that her little sister was spotted here, she just couldn't resist but follow the hopeful spark that shimmered at the given opportunity--with a compelled gentleman that was pretty easy on the eyes tucked by her side, of course; chocolate brown hair and emerald irises lighting up with a smile, before you could even avert your gaze to the curl of his lips.

Ocean blues leisurely scanned the crowd before her as she held her breath, trying to point out the only person who was of significance in the whole scenery; a room drenched in drunk silhouettes, and not one person even resembled the tiniest bit of Katherine. Not even someone that she could link to a mistaken identity. That is--

That is, of course, until her eyes fell upon golden waves whisking the noise away from the room (at least away from Effy's hearing, for she could still see everything moving in the stillness of the atmosphere; like a movie lacking the soundtrack), until her gaze wandered after the effortlessly bewitching characteristics drawn upon her face, a curl of her lips so enticing that you'd almost think she was mocking the seductresses on stage for trying so hard.

"I'll be right back, darlin'." She whispered, grateful that the excitement that suddenly electrified her being wasn't capable of turning a hushed phrase into a child's yell on Christmas-eve. She tore her way through, lower lip sucked in between her teeth as her pace involuntarily accelerated with each passing second. She's here, she's really here. Upon her approach, she gently tapped her shoulder, oblivious to the fact that all this time her breath was held, and only when her voice broke the silence did she finally breathe. "You certainly know where to throw a party, Katherine."

[crescentmarked]

{ herbloodlacedtheirwine }

          This girl was different. Her instincts told her so. It wasn't in her scent, but in the mere way she carried herself. She also didn't seem to be from around the area. Who Hayley had been gazing at to potentially turn into a meal, she was now gazing at in curiosity. Something, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was, compelled her to move closer. To speak.

                    “You... --- you don't look like the usual tourists.”

          It wasn't like her to take up conversations with strangers, but the young hybrid felt as if--in some strange way--she knew her.