tumblr dot com
ojovivo
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Sade Olutola
The Stonewall Inn
Xuebing Du
sheepfilms
🪼
KIROKAZE
Origami Around
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Cosmic Funnies
Andulka
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
noise dept.
trying on a metaphor
todays bird
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Bangladesh
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Türkiye
seen from Malaysia
seen from Australia
seen from Germany
seen from United States
@morovozanya
TEMP REHOMING @lunaccult.
FORGIVE THESE BONES I'VE BEEN HIDING. an original character based on original lore deeply inspired by selective vampire rhetoric, slavic fairytales, and more. plot-oriented, mutuals only, minors blocked on sight. crafted with love by rionach, she/they, 27.
CARRD. / SIDEBLOG. / SOUNDTRACK.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
— @malkhes: “ they didn’t bury you deep enough. “ // He reeks of something terribly familiar and awfully strange all at once. The Vampire regards the Dragonborn with no small hint of suspicion, those ancient eyes white from satiation. It is not so awful anymore to be so seen, but his perceiving of her is curious. ❝ And you? Did they bury you at all? ❞ Perhaps suddenly, she is smiling. And the oddest thing of all is that her smile is near tepidly warm. ❝ If you wish to be quit of me, you must try harder than that. ❞
— @gunbash: “ i don’t think there is a right choice, just a choice you have to make. “ // She looks contemplative, if not a little concerned for him, from where she is perched on the edge of her desk. It is a mess of paperwork, ungraded analyses, and a rather large unidentifiable (so far) animal skull, and if she is disturbed by the sight of such a disaster, she has not shown it. When he’d joined her for tea (weekly now since the start of the current semester), she had barely thought to clear a seat for him. Her own chair is occupied by a rather impressive stack of Russian literature. ❝ Certainly, ❞ she agrees thoughtfully, though she almost looks unconvinced, ❝ And what if you discover the choice you’ve made is the wrong one? What, then, hm? ❞
— @vinduri as GIULIO: “ when a weak, moral creature like that runs your household, you have to do things the hard way. “ // ❝ You judge far too harshly, ❞ scolds Anya. She is splayed across the ground, belly down with her legs kicked back behind her, a sight as ludicrous as it is amusing– and wholly unnecessary. Beneath her gently plying fingers, she is delicate in peeling pages apart from a text that is old though not as ancient as either of them. Her brow is splintered in its pout where concentration begets the pursuit of knowledge yet unknown. ❝ There was no need to behead his own children. Humans are truly so foolish; as if a single god would exist to lead them to such measures! Pah! ❞ The diary is left open to the ramblings of a long - dead father; Anya is fascinated by the cruelty and rage that drives the human experience. ❝ Look at this! Blood for ink, how primitive! ❞
— @mahdinate: “ what, i don’t seem ok? “ // ❝ Oh, what would I know? ❞ Easily, breezily, she relents. It is better, sometimes, to admit defeat if only to avoid pointless bickering. Anya is far too old to indulge in such childish behavior. And if Alia wishes not to imbibe in honesty, that is most certainly her choice. The Elder will not push, no she wouldn’t do that, but she does gently linger. ❝ You know, if you would like, I have my own reserves. ❞ No shove required. Anya smiles kindly. ❝ Come. I have not had the pleasure of entertaining an Atreides in centuries. ❞
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
random writing prompts pt. i.
“ aw, that’s cute. did you think that i really loved you? “
“ i didn’t want to do this. but you betrayed my trust. “
“ this hurts me more than it will ever hurt you. “
“ you reap what you sow. “
“ what did i do? what’s so wrong with me that you can’t just love me? “
“ if nothing else, let’s make the most of being alive and together. “
“ i think i fall in love every day. “
“ i’ll save any life so long as it isn’t not my own. “
“ they didn’t bury you deep enough. “
“ my god, what’s become of you? “
“ enough of your games already. “
“ be careful what you wish for, ____. “
“ i know exactly what’s best for you. “
“ maybe if you weren’t so damn stubborn, we could get something done around here. “
“ you promised me. you promised. “
“ let’s play a game. it’ll be fun. “
“ if this is you when you’re calm, then i’m terrified of what you’re like when you’re actually upset. “
“ i didn’t mean to hurt anyone. i just wanted to help. “
“ i know i’m guilty. i am. i’m guilty. “
“ i don’t know what you want from me. i can’t fix you. “
“ it hurts, doesn’t it? i can make it hurt more. “
“ try not to get yourself killed or i’ll bring you back just to kill you again myself. “
“ you were the only person who understood me. you were my only friend. “
“ i know i shouldn’t care about what you do or who you do it with, but… i’m just—so lonely. “
“ you don’t know what you’re doing. you could kill someone. “
“ just let me help you. you don’t have to do this alone. “
“ aw, you’re no fun. no fun at all. “
“ you’re making me look like an idiot, i hope you know that. “
“ since when did you come back from the dead? “
“ i can rip you apart just as well as i can put you back together. “
“ there’s always something worth fighting for. “
“ pull yourself together, please. i can only afford one of us being a mess. “
“ stay with me. you’ll be fine. “
“ you clearly don’t belong here. “
“ you’re better off dead than alive, ____. “
“ do what you’ve been told. “
“ i can’t just sit around and let people get hurt. it’s my responsibility. “
“ you’re so busy taking care of everyone else that you can’t even take care of yourself! “
“ can i pay you to leave me alone? “
“ you’re running out of excuses and i’m running out of patience. “
“ is it really worth it? is all the blood and the death worth it? “
“ ____. you’re bleeding again. “
“ don’t act like you love me. “
“ i can’t feel anything. “
“ you’re going to tear yourself apart. “
“ i just want you to be safe. is that so much to ask for? “
“ i don’t think there is a right choice, just a choice you have to make. “
“ i could really hurt you, you know. “
“ am i even a person to you? “
“ you don’t even care. they’re just something for you to use and discard. “
“ don’t treat me like a child. “
“ i need to feel alive. “
thoroughbreds screenplay sentence starters.
“ these tests are a waste of time. “
“ i’m better at applied skills. i’m business savvy. “
“ it’s only weird if you make it weird. “
“ i don’t have any feelings. ever. “
“ i mean sometimes i’m hungry. or tired. but joy, sadness? or guilt? love? i’m not wired for them. “
“ i have a perfectly healthy brain. it just doesn’t contain feelings. and that doesn’t necessarily make me a bad person. it just means i have to work a little harder than everyone else to be good. “
“ when a weak, moral creature like that runs your household, you have to do things the hard way. “
“ you knew i was nuts but this is more nuts than you bargained for. “
“ you know it’s very obvious you’re lying when you do that. “
“ maybe you’re not fun in your own eyes, but you’re fun in mine. “
“ you clenched up. like one big fist. “
“ you hate ____. “
“ you’d better be honest about how you feel, or you’re gonna start getting caught up in weird passive-aggressive mind games. “
“ i don’t get hurt. “
“ it’s kind of like you’re invincible. do you feel invincible? “
“ it’s a hostage situation of a marriage. “
“ i don’t lie. on policy. “
“ i’m not a human being to her. i’m like a… miniature version of her. “
“ you’re not taking it literally enough. “
“ a human life isn’t some sacred thing. “
“ if a life causes more bad than good, then it’s like a piece of malfunctioning machinery. “
“ i wish you’d let me in a little more. i’m the only friend you can talk to. “
“ so you got drunk by yourself. “
“ ‘sorry’ is a feeling. you don’t understand ‘sorry.’ you can’t process ‘sorry.’ “
“ it was just a task. i just tried to think about it as a task. “
“ i’m just trying to help you avoid disappointment. “
“ that just seems… i mean… evil. right? “
“ don’t drag ____ into your bullshit. and sure as hell don’t drag me. unlike you, we have lives to live. “
“ it makes sense. it makes so much sense. we have to do it now. “
“ you’ll have a steady hand and a clear mind. you will execute this task. “
“ if you care about me, you will do this. “
“ if you’re capable of caring about anyone, you will do this. “
“ you’re a controlling, hateful piece of shit, and you can go fuck yourself. “
“ it’s like you just… lack perspective. no, it’s worse than that. you lack empathy. “
“ go crawl in a hole somewhere and die, ____. “
“ you couldn’t possibly understand someone else’s point of view. someone else’s pain. “
“ in your brain, all these people are just little offshoots of your consciousness. just little helpers to give you things to bolster your confidence. “
“ i wouldn’t say empathy is your strongest suit. and i assume you know that too. “
“ what, i don’t seem ok? “
“ do me a big favor, ok? don’t ever bring it up again. “
“ you’re just fucking with my head. “
“ i live a… meaningless life, don’t i? “
“ i’m a skilled imitator. “
“ some part of you cares. i know it does. some part of you feels something when we’re together—doesn’t it? “
“ you know, you’re lucky i’m still doing this. “
“ some people are just born wrong. ”
“ i want to tell you that i did it because i think i loved you. because i think i still do. “
“ i don’t think you ever really wanted my friendship, so i gave you the best thing i could. “
the Saint comes late in the day, when she knows anya will be at her desk and alone, surrounded by the dimming of day and (she’s sure) a hearty stack of something waiting to be looked over and marked up. she comes into the office and a wind follows her, re-shutting the door with a gentle slam and pushing seraphina to glide across the floor, to anya’s sitting side. “are you still working?” she asks, though she already knows the answer - it serves as small talk, though there’s no need for it. the moment the Saint reaches the Vampire’s side, as soon as the woman lifts her head to look at her… she leans downward, soft and slow, and presses her lips to the opposing pair. the kiss she gives the vampire (careful with her own pointed teeth, her own hands settling between shoulder and desk) is a confident thing: as if she had been expecting to do this, as if anya herself were familiar to kiss. when she pulls away [the hunger she feels quelled for the moment, a mere constant whisper behind the stopping of time], she gives a fanged smile, small and slight. “come with me. just for an hour or two.”
Anya does not look up, though the air is disturbed with a familiar shift. She need not look up to know who enters nor does Sera need to see her face to know that she is smiling even if interrupted. ❝ Serushka, please, ❞ scolds the Vampire from her seated position, an elegant hunch if ever there was one over the piles of paperwork, artifacts, and detritus littered over a usually tidy space. ❝ I have much work to do and if you think– ❞ She is not permitted to finish.
Where Sera’s hunger is sated, Anya’s is exacerbated. This kiss, unlike any before it, is familiar and yet not at all, and isn’t it funny to be so old and yet surprised like brand new? Anya is kissed and hardwired immediately to return it, though it does not linger near long enough. The Vampire is chasing her predator and does not even feel shamed for it. ❝ Oh. ❞ A needless breath. Whatever is on her desk is shockingly forgotten. Suddenly there is no greater mystery in all the world. ❝ Well. If it’s only for an hour. . . ❞
@saintvampe
:)
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 / 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
animal: raven color(s): red month: april song: boadicea by enya number: 3 day or night: night plant: asphodel smell: parchment and ink. dust. her perfume. de-corroder and solvent. antiseptic. gemstone: obsidian season: spring place: an old old graveyard, covered in snow and crows food: borscht with a healthy dollop of sour cream astrological sign: aries element: fire drink: bitter red wine
tagged by: @jokethur <3 tagging: whoever hasn't been tagged yet!!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
being alive for so long means she has friends all over the world. it’s difficult to dislike anya. she can be quite personable.
for a long time she would have perhaps been considered unapproachable and often even reverts back to that cold aloofness. but she’s far too lonely and accepting of this fact not to make friends, even fleeting human ones.
more adventure plots!
anya loves the silly little human new year celebration. she just finds it so endearing that they need the concept of a new start using the vehicle of time which has always been and will always be both a construct ever changing and also debilitating
❝ i have only ever known you to be a woman who ensures she gets what she wants. ❞ on any other tongue, this would come as derision. yet from the vampire’s mouth, it is nearly fond. even, perhaps, in some ways proud. but the roll of ivory eyes accompanies the punchline, ❝ even at the expense of my very old, very delicate artifacts. ❞ despite dragon’s gentle deposit, anya comes ‘round to brush her own fingers to her things, a delicate cataloging. it is not personal, it is not intentionally insulting; if there is one thing that the vampire is severely protective over, it is this little sanctuary with its old old collection and its old old collector. ❝ do not coddle me, змея. ❞ hunched as she is, anya remains a long line of elegance, the thin of her arms outstretched to straighten delicate riffles of papyrus. she lifts one that zoya may inspect its ancient writings. ❝ a superstition, which was originally lost. this one had always been assumed to be an oral history only. i am trying to determine if this more recent or if this will change what we know about this story. do you recognize this language? ❞
` — from here with @zmeydeva!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
— 𝐌. | THIS OLDNESS… DOES IT NOT RADIATE FROM HER ? it is something she worries of: the uncanniness of age, the never - ending of Herself… can others tell ? can others truly fathom what it feels like ? time settles on her like a worn wool sweater, heavier around the shoulders and armpits, arms gone slack from cozy weight. it shifts around her body as a deep lull: for the moment… she drifts into atmospheric nothingness. the woman beside her has finished speaking ( also, for the moment, ) and the quiet static of living fills her stomach, her liver, her kidney. Don’t look at me like that. it’s said with more contempt than sweetness — acid on the tongue, tar down her throat. It’s not becoming of you, that pity. I hate it. her face remains stoic but the words are repelled as if toxic: ( I ! ) hate it. a renewal against her own skin, ownership assumed and held close. within, the mind begins to race : can you feel it, the never - endingness of this life? the hunger that is always there, that always gnaws? can you, too, feel the crushing infiniteness of this existence?
the vampire [ @morovozanya ] watches her for the moment, regards her as if she were made of glass. there is a moment of thinking. slow, gentle, the words push through her throat like water skimmed. ❝ time rattles on its hinges. ❞ and Seraphina closes her eyes shut.
I wish you would not be so dramatic, she sighs against her teeth. a wash of annoyance runs through her and then disappears, unable to stick, but eager to build. it comes again and again, again and again. when the Saint opens her eyes again, she turns to face the woman, to rest her eyes on a skin that is so familiar to hers. ❝ while i do love words of wisdom, especially from your mouth, i enjoy this little game i play. it’s fun, playing at humanhood. if i did anything else, why ( … ) ❞
perhaps there had been pity, there in the harsh planes of a face too young with eyes too old. perhaps, for a moment, even this creature with the cold hands felt empathy for that creature with the cold spine. and so they share in this moment, a kind of kindling split between them, a crackling static wave of shared energy which is sad from one side and full of contempt from the other. unless that is just projection. anya feels sera whittling day by day, a softening that is difficult to resist when like - cursed peoples find each other. the vampire is grateful; maybe sera is resentful. whichever be the case, anya at least feels the prickle of remorse and smiles with a turn of her cheek.
❝ who is dramatic, serushka? ❞ ill - placed affection. it drips like bane, wet and noxious enough to kill lesser beings, rot out the bone until there is nothing left. and yet, a softness, in those eyes as pale as moonlight. ❝ i merely point out the obvious and here you are, berating me for my wisdom! ❞ a tch here, the sly tilt of a bloodred mouth. the regret has left, only playfulness remains.
there is truth though to be found in the lining of each other’s words. time is heavy and dragging, a forever promised as punishment, cruel and yawning. there are grave markers in st. petersburg which bear her family’s name, but she remains. will she always remain? the saint looks upon the vampire, the vampire upon the saint, and for a moment everything is still and quiet. frozen in this pocket of time, which is only a speck to these two in an otherwise galaxious span. finally, anya says, ❝ you would not do anything else. you were not made for anything else. i understand, my friend. i only worry. . . ❞
good morning to a particular tall and sexy vampire lady
