#the divorced

[senatushq]

NAME. Luciana Vulpe AGE & BIRTH DATE. Appears 36 & December 8th, 1019 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her SPECIES. Vampire BLOODLINE. Juno OCCUPATION. Film Director FACE CLAIM. Amanda Seyfried

biography

( tw death ) “I do.” It’s not an official nuptial, but it might as well be. She was the only girl born to her Romanian family and it didn’t make her any less involved with the farm than her brother. It saddened her mother to see her daughter reduced to someone else in the house covered in dirt with callused hands, but they’d needed all the help they could get. That didn’t mean her mother didn’t tell her of all the finery she wanted for her daughter, of all the things a girl ought to have. They’d all just been silly dreams, she was a simple peasant, a simple farmhand, just as her brothers, as her father, Luciana thought it best not to think too hard on what she would never have. What her mother said, all of it, they were just stories of a life they could never have, they’d only ever know the farm. Until the farm was taken from them. When the war of independence stretched across the land, their village was one of many that had been pillaged, their resources taken. They’d tried to fight, but their little family was no match for soldiers and they’d left her and her family to bleed out. She would have been the last to die, had a dark figure not darkened her door.

“Do you want to live?” “I do.” She’d said, and was taken into his arms, and then the mortal world slowly faded.

Luciana awoke a bride and had gone from having her basic necessities to having the world at her fingertips. The man was an aristocrat, they lived away in the hills and they ate and drank whoever they liked. She was enamored with him, with his attention, with all the gifts and luxuries he provided her. But as her eternity set in, she came to realize he was a jealous man at heart, wanted someone around to fawn over him and offer him comfort, take care of the home. She was to ask him questions to be able to answer them himself, to show off his knowledge, not to teach her about the world, about what they were. Centuries were then spent picking up and picking off mortals, offering immortality to those that they deemed fit, those that her husband deemed of brilliant mind. All the while stifling hers, discouraging her from learning more about the world from behind a lens that wasn’t his own and slowly but surely, she began to resent him. Cast out with her things after a gathering of their kind went sour when she’d managed to embarrass him in front of guests as she engaged them in talk of science and politics. She’d been done away with, he had other wives, other lover’s, he had no need for her and yet the only thing she’d miss was the comfort of the home she’d kept for him. The first husband after him was a Venus vampire centuries older than her, someone she’d met at a tavern that attracted their kind. A poet, he considered her a muse and it was in her best interest to say yes when he asked her to marry him, as she was running out of money after selling her things. The wedding was small and attended by many of his artistic friends, his vows to her were beautiful, and while he was far more appreciative of her, she still felt like a doll sitting on a shelf being admired.

When she said she wanted a divorce, he said at least he could use the heartbreak for his art. Typical. The third husband was not a husband at all, but a wife. Another Juno vampire, beautiful and well established, with a great big estate in Spain. Luciana was in love with her mind, the way she seemed to light up every room she entered and there were times she wondered if she were somehow enthralled by her. Their courtship was quick, the wedding large and the reception in a large ballroom that was grander than anything her first husband had ever given her. Everyone loved her wife. Everyone loved her wife and the time they spent together had her constantly comparing herself to other people, picking her appearance apart. This was her third marriage, Luciana wanted to see it through. They were immortal creatures, surely they were supposed to be together forever, they had so much time. And yet the time they spent together made her miserable and when it became apparent that her wife didn’t see an issue with this, the heartbreak really set in. Leaving Spain was admitting defeat. As far as vampires were concerned, she was still young and she had three failed marriages. She had three failed marriages and she had all of this time ahead of her and somewhere near Valencia, she had a moment of clarity. She had all of this time and so the time she’d already lived, it was a but a blip, it was nothing in the grand scheme of things. And she wasn’t the girl from the farm anymore, she knew about poetry and science and politics and the world outside her front door now. And the world, there was so much of it she still hadn’t seen! Excited, she changed her mind completely. She did not wish to leave Spain to return back to her beloved Romania, she wanted to go where all of the poets and the artists and scholars came from. Luciana wanted to go to Greece, and so she went. She rented a villa, her fingers brushed over marble, pottery, gold, and while she was alone physically, she felt far from lonely. She read by the sea, she watched the ships come in, she gazed out at the islands and allowed herself to feel wistful for a while. But she inevitably learned to sail, got in with the vampires of Greece and found herself a group of companions that knew the sea. Dorian was different. Not a vampire, not anymore, someone who had left their world behind him. A strigoi, it wasn’t something she knew much about and so she wanted to know everything and the romance that ensued was something she still doesn’t think she’s recovered from. For all of her years, she had finally found the love that had been dreaming of. They shared a love of history, he took her around his home of Crete, told her stories of his mortal life. He was the most interesting person she had ever met, but he was also dangerous. For what he was, it wasn’t something anyone was all that excited about. A monster among monsters, he was hunted and the courtship they fell into was not ideal. It shouldn’t have made it more romantic, the sneaking around, the tales they told each other on beaches illuminated by moonlight, it was all so beautiful, it all felt so fulfilling to her and she knew, deep down, that the hardship would be worth it this time, that he would be worth it. She had done the big wedding, she had done the small wedding, but she had not done an intimate wedding and this one took place on the beach, in a cave in Crete. Barefoot and covered in lace she met her new husband at the altar and for the first time, she thought maybe she’d found what her mother had talked about all those years ago. They had to keep moving. It was easier before, when it’d just been him, her insistence to go with put them in danger. Luciana was not a fighter and even though Dorian tried to teach her, even though she certainly had years of rage and frustration to channel, she didn’t quite have it in her. And eventually it began to take a toll on both of them, the life they were living was not the one they wanted for each other and it broke her heart to leave him after nearly a century. If she closes her eyes, she can still see him standing there seeing her ship off as she sailed away. She went back to Romania, it was different now, she had a house of her own, she hired staff, she continued to travel, threw herself into vampire politics, kept up with what was going on with the Senate. She even debated becoming a marshal as Dorian had once been, but figured ultimately she didn’t have the stomach for it. So she kept traveling, kept sailing, saw the world. Ample time was spent in Versaille, in Venice, she even went back to Valencia eventually, reconnected with her ex. There was nothing to rekindle, what Luciana wanted from her was simply companionship, romance aside, her ex wife was a better mentor than her actual sire had ever been to her. She made progeny herself, she took lovers, bought a house along the Seine that she thought might make her happy and when it didn’t, she threw herself into other endeavors. Money was invested, refuge was given to those that needed it to both mortals and supernaturals alike, she traveled to Rome, she stayed at the Palace of Juno and tried to stay in the know with her own bloodline. Everything was done to ensure that her life was full, she had everything a girl could ever need and yet there were nights she’d just stare out towards the sea playing with the only wedding ring she could bring herself to still wear. Her net widened eventually, she entertained fey, druids, even a couple of lycans over the years, but it took well over a century for her to tie the knot again. People came and went from her life, but she never stopped learning from them, never stopped furthering her own interests, never stopped rolling her eyes when Stoker wrote that damn book and everyone and their mother adapted it. After a love life that has been a revolving door of bliss and heartache, full of knowledge and exploration, kindness, and activism, she has come to Rome to be closer to her bloodline in these trying times for the supernatural creatures, to be present if the Senate does indeed fall.

personality

+ curious, whimsical, compassionate – too trusting, stubborn, blunt

played by M. cst. she/her.

[thingstrumperssay]

Women are getting rid of their Trump supporting partners while they still legally can since they clearly don't give a shit about them or any other woman.

If you're thinking about getting a divorce, you should do it while you still can.

Edit: Family members and friends are cutting their MAGA friends and family off all over, and for good reason!

[roseworth]

i think theres this idea in the general public that the "best" fanfic gets turned into real books like 50 shades of grey. but the truth is that the best fanfic can never be published as an actual book because its intricately woven into the canon material so its inseparable even if you change the names

[candycatfalls]

the book of bill is great

[lgbtlunaverse]

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

[comput3rage]

I spent an ungodly amount of time making this. Hello lgbt community

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[fermentedgutz]

visitation

wouldn’t it be funny if ford was able to visit bill at his intergalactic, therapeutic, meet-you-on-the-other-side-and-it’s-not-heaven-or-hell-but-a-third-evil-thing prison

[divorced-slenderman]

She took the pages.

[eerieseelie]

Bill’s cringefail attempt at a serenade

[magnetothemagnificent]

Randomly remembered how as a kid my mom would always fast forward through the beginning of 'Finding Nemo' because she thought Coral's death was too violent, so for years I never knew why Nemo was raised by a single father and assumed Nemo's parents had gotten fish divorced and Marlin had won custody of Nemo. My dad's biological parents divorced when my dad was young, so I always knew what divorce was and I knew my Grandma had gotten primary custody of my dad, so I just assumed that's what happened with Nemo. It wasn't until years later when I watched Finding Nemo with my grandparents without my mom and they didn't know to fast forward through the beginning that I finally knew what happened to Coral and I was *devastated*.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Gomez and Morticia Addams got divorced. I woke up mortified and with a sense of inexplicable dread.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman

[stillhere-erehllits]

This a a reminder to not fall victim to the sunk-cost fallacy. Just because you invested time and energy into something, does not mean you should indefinitely waste more time and energy on it, if you decide it’s not what you want anymore. This goes for anything, from books, to relationships, to jobs, to hobbies, etc.

If it’s not serving you anymore, move on.

[daiwild]

Where did Muriel even find that book

[c-tepx]

soooo to laios chilchuck is roughly the size of his dogs. huh. i am so normal about this.