#userfakevz

Neither light nor shadow — never an outcast, never embraced. An angel-faced boy with sharpened teeth. Once gentle, once sacred ; now fallen far beyond grace, drifting somewhere between saint and sinner. Behind those gleaming eyes of liquid-gold lingers the mind of a calculated murderer. Beneath silk, lace, and carefully chosen femininity, something far more dangerous hides — something that knows exactly how to lure, how to touch, how to ruin. There is no place left for him to belong — no heaven, no hell that would claim him. Freed from all that was good and holy, he moves unseen. And when he chooses you, it will feel like paradise ..

𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑺 ; a highly individual portrayal of Dr. Carlisle Luzier (née Cullen), the once so golden and altruistic surgeon who has betrayed all that what has mattered to find his true nature in blood. Forever 21. ━━ German preferred. Novelist. Selective with varying mid to high activity. 21+. mdni! general trigger warning for blood, gore, violence and sexual content. Respect my time as I do yours and spare me with your presence if you don't plan to stay.

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅: 𝑱𝑶𝑽𝑨𝑵 𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻

Those who know him appreciate his skills. Those who don’t quickly get to know his more unpleasant side. Because not every debt is settled with money, and some of his favors lead deep into circles you’d be better off not messing with.

Despite his success, he keeps people at a distance. Too often, he has lost those who meant something to him. Instead, you’ll find him among engines, on a motorcycle performing risky stunts, or at night in the underground scene, where he pursues his second passion: rap.

But the deeper he delved into the underground, the more he encountered beings whose existence he had always considered a fairy tale. His interest grew, and the deeper he stepped into the shadows, the deeper he sank into the world of dark beings. Until he realized he felt at home there. Even though to this day he doesn’t know what he actually is.

𝑴𝑨𝒀𝑨𝑹𝑰 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑨𝑬𝑮𝑰𝑺

Gestern  waren  sie   laut.  Heute  werden  sie  leiser.  Morgen  sind  sie  still.  Sie  sprechen  zu  mir.  Die  Stimmen  der  Natur.  Sprechen  sie  zu  mir,  oder  ist  es  ein  Gefühl?  „Hör  nicht  genau  hin,  Mayari,  bald  kannst  du  sie  nicht  mehr  von  der  Realität  unterscheiden“,  hatten  mich  die  Dorfältesten  gewarnt.  Was  meinten  sie  damit?  Die  Wälder  seien  nicht  nur  freundlich,  hatten  sie  gesagt.  Die  Wälder,  in  denen  ich  groß  geworden  bin,  sollen  gefährlich  sein?   Eine  Gabe,  ein  Fluch,  schemenhafte  Gestalten  aus  Nebel,  eine  Tür  aus  Wurzelholz,  Visionen,  der  ewige  Nebelwald,  und  dann…  wieder  nichts.  Bloße  Leere,  lautes  Schweigen. Das  war  meine  Kindheit.   „Sie  ist  noch  ein  Kind,  es  ist  nicht  ungewöhnlich,  dass  sie  imaginäre  Freunde  hat“,  hatte  meine  Mutter  immer  wieder  gesagt.  Ich  weiß,  dass  sie  oft  versucht  hat,  darüber  hinweg  zu  sehen,  dass  ich  mit  dem  Wind  geflüstert  habe.   „Nein,  sie  hat  den  Nebelblick.“  Die  Worte  des  Dorfältesten  klangen  beinahe  wie  eine  Beleidigung  und  gleichzeitig  hörte  ich  Faszination  heraus.  Meine  Finger  zeichneten  das  spiralförmige  Mal  auf  meiner  Hand  nach,  das  ich  seit  der  Geburt  trug.  Es  pulsierte,  mein  Kopf  schmerzte,  und  dann  war  alles  finster.   Das  war  damals.  Heute  bin  ich  kein  Kind  mehr,  das  verängstigt  die  Augen  schließt.  Ich  habe  gelernt,  den  Nebel  nicht  nur  zu  sehen,  sondern  mich  in  ihm  zu  verbergen.  Die  Stimmen  sind  geblieben,  und  sie  führen  mich  tiefer  in  die  Wälder,  als  es  jedem  Dorfbewohner  lieb  wäre.    Ich  suche  nicht  mehr  nach  Antworten  im  Wind.  Ich  suche  nach  einer  Spur,  die  elf  Jahre  alt  ist.  Nach  einer  Tür  aus  Wurzelholz.  Und  nach  ihm.  

#sorcerpent   [   …   ]   She   was   born   to   become   a   queen,   raised   to   become   a   sacrifice,   and   chose   instead   to   become   neither.

a   selective   &   mutually   exclusive   portrayal   of   LOUISE   "LOU"   LE   BLANC   from   SERPENT   &   DOVE.   canon-divergent   &   crossover   friendly.   heavily   character-driven,   focused   on   slow   burn   dynamics,   found   family,   and   emotional   development.   written   by   faye,   she   /   her,   21+.

born   into   the   powerful   coven   of   the   Dame   Blanches   and   raised   beneath   the   shadow   of   prophecy,   sacrifice,   and   blood   magic.   before   her   mother   could   bind   her   to   a   destiny   she   never   chose,   Lou   ran.   now   hiding   among   the   crowded   streets   of   Césarine,   she   survives   through   stolen   coin,   quick   lies,   and   even   quicker   hands.   a   witch   hunted   by   both   the   Church   and   the   coven   she   left   behind,   she   has   learned   that   freedom   is   never   given—it   has   to   be   taken.   sarcasm   is   her   shield,   kindness   her   rebellion,   and   despite   everything   the   world   has   tried   to   make   of   her,   she   refuses   to   become   a   monster.

ㅤㅤCARRD.  ㅤPINTEREST.   ㅤSTARTER.   ㅤ

𝙺𝙸𝙼  𝙹𝙰𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽   —  the  boy  made  to  replace  someone  else.  [◉°]  Jae‘s  life  officially  began  in  an  orphanage.  No  clear  history  before  the  age  of  four,  only  the  explanation  that  he  had  been  abandoned  after  a  complicated  birth.  In  truth  and  unbeknownst  to  him,  he  was  created  in  a  private  laboratory  as  a  genetic  copy  meant  to  replace  a  child  the  researchers  had  lost.  As  he  got  older,  money  became  a  problem  and  normal  jobs  never  lasted  long  with  his  health.  Through  the  wrong  connections,  Jae  started  working  as  an  illegal  crime  scene  cleaner  for  criminals  and  mafias  by  night  while  by  day,  he  studies  photography,  the  first  thing  that  felt  completely  his.

He works behind the pages everyone else obsesses over – somewhere between draft copies, fabric samples, and the quiet hum of deadlines approaching. At Vogue, his name is small, almost invisible, tucked into bylines and margins, but his vision is everywhere.

He notices what others overlook: the way a sleeve falls, the story hidden in a silhouette, the emotion stitched into a collection. Fashion, to him, was never just clothing. It’s language. It’s feeling. It’s the only place where his thoughts make sense without having to speak them out loud. Because off the page, he’s quieter than you’d expect. Not cold, not distant – just careful. Words sit on his tongue a little too long, and in crowded rooms, he prefers observation over attention. He’ll stand at the edge of a runway show, notebook in hand, capturing everything except himself. His creativity lives in contrasts — soft ideas shaped into sharp editorials, fragile thoughts turned into something bold enough to be printed. He doesn’t chase the spotlight; he builds what ends up inside it.