❝BACKWOODS BARBIE!

#DCLLFANG — a STUDY in feminine rage, vampirism, small town diners, marlboros burnt down to the filter, blood spatter on a waitress apron, feeling too much too often, southern sweet tea, wearing your heart on your sleeve, hitting the pavement running, bleached blonde hair, & SINKING YOUR TEETH INTO THE WORLD!

an IND | SEL | PRIV | MUTUAL ONLY roleplay blog for LUCILLE 'LUCY' HART, an original vampire character haunting the desolate diners of the American backroads. Crossover friendly, multiple verses.

TW for talk of blood, general horror elements, potential gore, nsfw, and other possible triggers — they will always be tagged appropriately as / blood or / nsfw

— crafted and lovingly bitten by BUG ╭25yrs, she/her╮EST. 2026 ©

❝VENOM IN A PINK-SLICK SMILE❞

STRAW.PAGE. | BIOGRAPHY. | RULES. | VERSES. | STARTER CALL.

BUG TALKS. — this is an EXCELLENT question! you literally caught me right as I was thinking of adding that to Lucy's site because it's probably some pretty crucial info on our vampire girlie that i should share. ╭I SWEAR I am so cool and professional rp-er╮

She follows the pretty stereotypical lore — DEADLY allergy to sunlight, elongated canines, feeds on blood, sleeps during the day, to turn another she must feed them her blood, the usual modern collection of lore — she has NO powers if any kind other than accelerated healing, strength, and speed.

Some qualities of Lucy that are outside the realm of the norm are:

Her EYES: they're lambent - think like a cat's eyes in the moonlight

Her BITE: there's an actual venom here that serves to sort of intoxicate the victim. Imagine being drunk and euphoric and probably a smidge turned on all rolled into one — makes for an easier meal if you know what I mean

ETERNAL LIFE sounds excellent in theory — forever twenty-five, smoking without hazard, luscious gently curling hair no matter the amount of bleach she SMOTHERS it in. But god, the DRUDGERY of it all. That's what'll really kill you.

Another dead end diner job in another shit-kick, same-as-the-last town. SUNNYDALE wasn't any better. Petite frame leans lazily against the back wall in the GLEAM of neon, the TOO BRIGHT light dancing along her lashes.

╭BEAUTIFUL LITTLE MONSTER╮

She settles in for another night of much of the same, DRUDGERY AT IT'S FINEST. When a man makes himself known, shadows simply unfolding around him as though he'd always been there. The distinct LACK of heartbeat pricks her ears, she swallows the revelation of it with a sighed out plume of marlboro smoke.

; — VAMPIRE ASK PROMPT 🩸

Marlboro cherry illuminates her bleached hair like STARLIGHT, the pretty slopes of her face gleaming under the BUZZ of neon signage. ╭AN AMERICANA ANGEL╮

Smoke plumes out of her nose, curling in the air like BAPTISM. She's idle, occupied by being no one going nowhere — until the SCRAPE of gravel kicks at her ears. KEEN eyes flick upward, hopping across the inky black while reflecting the light like some HELLCAT.

❝Fuck,❞ is HISSED through her clenched teeth, canines BLUNTED still.

What if it's HIM?

ROTTEN HEART begins riotously pounding blood as though no one had informed it of its PASSING. THEN a heartbeat — soft and lulling and blissfully human.

Her HACKLES lower, shoulders rolling before calling into the dim —

❝look asshole, I don't want any trouble!❞ The cigarette finds its way back between GLOSSED lips before she murmurs almost to herself.

BUG NEWS. — remember when I said I was going to go to bed?

BUG NEWS. — oh my goodness I literally accidentally pulled an all-nighter, that's insane. Lucy is UP and RUNNING which is so beyond exciting! the tragic news is that I already reached my daily follower limit out of excitement — OOPS!

Honey colored eyes FLARE lambent in the neon of the diner sign, the words DIZZYINGLY running altogether. Guntersville to Reno to HAWKINS — who truly gives a fuck anymore? A diner is a diner is a DINER.

Long black lashes brush the apples of her cheeks as she blinks, smother her CRINGE at the sound of the bell on the door. Her grease stained keds gently thud the floor as she idly strolls up to the table the boy had sat at — ❝Know what you want to drink, sugar?❞

She tries for a smile, cheekily tonguing a BLUNTED CANINE.

; — VAMPIRE ASK PROMPT 🩸

There's an INNATE level of snide SMART-ASSERY that simply forbids her from taking anything seriously — including this rather grizzled man THREATENING her un-life.

Her shoulders roll, both INSOLENCE and ingrained habit. Glossy varnished nails flick the lighter to life bringing it to the marlboro awaiting between equally GLOSSED lips.

╭WRETCHED GIRL╮