#askremmy

Good evenin', Darlin's. Just your 1300 or so year old vampire. Yer friend. Yer confidant. Shoulder to cry on when ye need. I'm all 'bout that fellowship an love. Imma be 'ere for a long, long time. 😏 Come on by, 'ave a chat, a cuddle. An I may even give ye a nibble.

● You can ask questions, be silly, whatever honestly, just here to have fun. This is also a roleplay blog.

● 18 + content may appear on here, so if you're a minor please DNI. (So come have a good time, ask your questions, play along in the universe, whatever you like.)

● Content Warnings: This blog may get dark. May include: dark themes, sexual content, talking about gore, blood, biting, and all in between. So please keep that in mind.

● The ask are open: Ask away. Please note. I may not get to all the ask or pick and choose which ones I will answer.

● This is a side blog for me. So please be patient with me. I have several things going on at once. I.E. my other blog related things, work, sleep, (Maybe....I am nocturnal). Thank you for understanding.

● I know I'm not the only RP blog out there, but I will do my best. I will attempt to keep things within the canon universe, but I will deviate. It is RP after all.

● I'm just here to have a good time and give back to the community. 😊🥰

(Author of this blog is 21+ years old)

"Ye can certainly give it a go." He let's out a hearty laugh. "Just t’ warn ye. I’ll bite back"

He pats a seat next to him. Opening a place, warm and inviting. "Ah, be me guest, so ye will. Take a load off yer weary bones. Grand evenin' it is, aye? Not a bother on us, just peace and quiet, near enough."

He lets slip a soft smile, as if he had been waiting for this question. "It’s not just the music I fancy, lad. It’s that lovely voice of yers too. Truly a bonnie voice. Ye've got some righ' talent."

"Aye, it was me pleasure, darlin'."

I have a blanket with a harp stitched into it with your name on it, if you'd like me to bring it over. I could even show you my shamrock birthmark, because that's right- I have one. I've got proof of it. You hypnotize me, you're perfect... I want you to save me.

He's impressed by the handwork on the blanket, thumbing over his name like he almost forgot it. He raises an eyebrow at your confession, intrigued even, how someone can be born with such a mark.

A coiled smirk grows on his lips, "If savin' be what ye want...who am I to deny ye?"