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howdy besties, we have moved! the url remains the same, @wampirszy, this will be an archive, and all ongoing threads will be moved over! please softblock this blog at your leisure.
howdy besties, we have moved! the url remains the same, @wampirszy, this will be an archive, and all ongoing threads will be moved over! please softblock this blog at your leisure.
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last ooc post for the day bc i'm off to hit weights and then relax, but if you see me pop up in your notifs as a new follow within the next day or two, it's not your eyes deceiving you.

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went out to enjoy nature for two hours, brain is no longer evil. i wanna do at least one (1) thing today and as such -- consider this an official mains call! i want to spruce up my carrd a bit and get that section in order so this is the perfect time for you ๐ซต to claim your spot on that list! benefits include my lifelong appreciation and having me on speed dial to torment me, among other things.
i will keep yapping later + possibly queue them bc i don't wanna overwhelm the dash but ty all sm for sending some questions in <3
10 and 18, missed you vanto!
10. Why do you write?
it's for two reasons I think. one, because I love the passion that comes with this hobby. having a community with whom you can just go absolutely bonkers over writing, character analysis, metas, you name it admittedly, there's nothing quite like it! it scratches a creativity itch. and two, because I just love the act of writing itself. I like immersing myself in a character and asking myself what kind of things I'll put out that day, at least on the days when I do write. it's not a very elaborate answer but I just know that writing is a core part of my being, put simply.
18. What is one thing youโd wish to see more in the rp community?
at first I was going to say common sense but that's a cop - out, because everyone's interpretation of common sense is different; what I truly mean to say is self - awareness. it's the root cause of a lot of problems, and one of the main issues that I've heard coming out of some of my mutuals (and I see this all over the rpc too, mind you) is a hesitance to follow first because of experiences with weirdos and it's like can we not. whatever happened to treat others how you'd want to be treated? do you want to have your boundaries disrespected, or be approached invasively and inappropriately? do you want to be iced out or not spoken to just because you think you don't owe the person you're communicating with at least a bit of decency? get real. we've grown way too comfortable being assholes on the internet just because the other person can't call you out in person.
yapper supreme has the talking stick, @lordkills.
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6. Name 3 things you love most about your muse.
hard to keep it to three for now but I'll do my best. one, his lore, and I'm referring specifically to how neat a take on vampirism he is. I don't get enough of it and it's super, super fun to write a vampire that's quite literally an alien; it's fun to have to look at things regarding humans/mortality through a perspective so different from your own. two, the fact he's a monster, plain and simple. I adore how easily he can lull people into a sense of security (which isn't false btw, because at this point he means no harm) only to then bam drop a very stark reminder that he isn't like you. there's this uncanny quality to higher vampires that drives me batty. three, he's one of my favorite tropes: do no harm, but take no shit. it's not even because he's a medically inclined muse, but because he's turned out like that in spite of his innate violence (that he hasn't gotten rid of, mind you. a fourth hidden thing about this is that he's a case of forgotten identity, but that's for later).
like the plants and herbs he loves, Regis is very much an onion. a very spicy and bloody onion, but an onion regardless.
7. What is one overrated roleplay trend?
I could get in hot water for this but the inclusion of affiliate(s) in the rpc lingo. I've seen people explain it, I get why it's done and in some part of my brain it makes sense, but I still think mains is a perfectly serviceable term for people you give priority to, and if you end up writing with only one writer's take on a certain muse, then you have an exclusive and that's it. it feels like an extra echelon we don't need, but it's the rage these days (and I've been guilty of doing it too, but now I've just hit the back button) so oh well, I'll play along lmao.
19. Who is an author that inspires you?
our old man Sapk/owski, for one, especially because he's a great reminder that snappy and straightforward prose will never be a shortcoming. of course it depends on what kind of story you're writing, but you don't have to get tangled up in the reeds of elaborate grammar bordering on purple prose for your writing to feel good. Timo/thy Zahn is another one of these writers, and he has such a handle on spacefaring action scenes / combat with fast and uncomplicated phrases that you get sucked into it like that. Ari Mar/mell employs some of my favorite descriptions ever; his imagery is fucking gorgeous. describing Lilith, mother of demons, in The Abomination Vault is incredible work:
her skin was the deep purple of a nighttime storm, her dark hair wreathed in horns that only accentuated her unearthly allure. emerald eyes that could coax an angel to sin and had, on more than one occasion; a face to make a dead man ache; a figure to make a golem sweat. she was desire made flesh on a nearly divine scale. [ ... ] most would have gladly allowed her to skin them alive, if only they might gaze upon and worship her as she carved.
tell me that's not metal as hell. I wanna write like this man when I grow up.
22. Are there any red roleplay flags for you that make you back off immediately?
if this sounds incredibly specific, it is, but instant familiarity + constantly assuming you're bothering me. it's whiplash! you can't immediately assume we're best pals while constantly saying 'sorry if I'm bothering you'. as someone who also struggles with anxiety (and we all do!), you have to understand at some point that if you've been welcomed into a person's space, it's because they've made that choice to and because they want you around. there's only so much comforting they can do before it's borderline disruptive.
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1. What is your favorite trope to rp? 2. Name 3 things you admire about OCs. 3. Who are your longest rp friends? 4. What old character would you love to bring back? 5. What is a character you love, but donโt think you can write? 6. Name 3 things you love most about your muse/muses. 7. What is one overrated roleplay trend? 8. Do your friends outside the internet know your roleplay? 9. Have you ever written fanfictions? 10. Why do you write? 11. Do you welcome duplicates of your character or stay away from them? 12. Do you prefer writing main or minor canon characters? 13. Is there one trope you canโt stand? 14. What is your opinion on writing smut? 15. What is your opinion on tagging triggers? 16. Do you prefer long or short replies and why? 17. What makes you insecure about your own writing? 18. What is one thing youโd wish to see more in the rp community? 19. Who is an author that inspires you? 20. Do you need music/noise to write or do you prefer silence? 21. What time of the day is your favorite to write? 22. Are there any red roleplay flags for you that make you back off immedately? 23. Your favorite fandom to write in? 24. Have you ever left a fandom because of negativity? 25. One thing youโd like new roleplayers to know?

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as each bubble swelled and popped , armand could not .. at least, he felt as if he were unable to read proper. such .. exquisite anxieties flourished deep inside. after reading the book, had the opinion of his confidante changed in any way ? armand, had not read it in finality himself. there was not a lack of trying, of course. but because of the .. convoluted and, overexaggeration to be found by daniel's pen, it had caused disrupt in him. he had ripped the face off the first book, and had half a mind to walk into every storefront and do the same to each copy.
it was regis' voice that stopped the chaos for a moment. ห I assumed you would give your opinion, unsolicited or not. ห he replied, shutting his vision away the moment he felt the connection. though, there is hesitance and pause between his words. ห ..fine. go on, you were there once. perhaps not overlapping their visit, but lament on the vision you must have that I undoubtedly shattered. ห here, the vampire would brace for the inevitable fall from alleged grace.
< That's harsh but I'll concede your point; I suppose I've earned such critique. > though Armand would be able to hear the chuckle that accompanies Regis' mock - offense, he still laughs and smiles into the cold Inverness air. Ever viper - quick to strike, especially when under perceived threat or in the face of looming duress. But Regis means to sound neither hostile nor accusatory, and thus makes sure that his thoughts remain as straightforward as his stance.
he was indeed there once, weaving around the visits of the much younger Americans, and looking upon the triptych named Armand, the three - headed beast that was the leader of the Parisian coven. Each version as fabricated as the last, but somehow afforded more sincerity when around Regis. He remembers wondering if it's because Armand found him easier to deal with, open up around, because there was no judgment, no expectation. A single, lonely vampire over a gaggle of subordinates. < I won't condemn you, if that's what you expect from me. Scalding criticism, a private flagellation, an appeal to your sense of remorse no, I'll spare you all three. I get the sense your survival is penance enough. In turn, answer me this. >
Regis has no time or energy for lamentations, certainly not of a vision that never existed. < The control you exerted on everything. The coven, Louis, yourself: was it worth it, do you think? >
rewatched iwtv s2 and thought to myself. ykw ben daniels could be a great regis fc (it's his profile). and then i find he was in rings of power last year and this is so fucking close.
' an abrupt, heated kiss during the middle of a fight. ' (rubbing my hands together fast enough to start a fire).
when the whole of mortalkind, and even existence, becomes one's sworn enemy, to acquire strange bedfellows is par for the course. Some vampires choose isolation, while most others prefer to prey upon those they revile and hate with a passion only born from undeath and a hunger as deep as the void itself. Regis has walked both paths and now has embarked on a third: there are no noble reasons behind it, no aspirations of or illusions of gratitude, but rather a twisted hybrid of rebellion and penance. The living cannot claim a monopoly on redemption, the guidance offered by something that resembles righteousness or so Regis had thought until now. Mostafa, man of many names and qualities except his own, has made a lifestyle of it.
even @zaratustran's name seems to burn Regis' tongue on occasion; the boundary between man and icon is blurrier than ever these days, and even from the beginning of their journey together, the signs had been visible. Beast, Mostafa spits out, while apparently remaining blissfully ignorant to the space inside his heart from which he carved out his own humanity. Or maybe he knows? Maybe he knows his hands are drenched in the blood of a dozen murders, half of them those of an image bearing his face that he refuses to acknowledge? [ Mostafa would hate to hear it, but a baptism in blood is but one more link in the chain that joins them. ]
the reason that stays the Crusader's hand is a noble one for in times of crisis, striking down a helping hand is an abhorrent deed that Regis doubts any of the Nine would ever be able to forgive. At face value, Mostafa's reasoning is simple and satisfactory, but Regis isn't stupid and to assume the opposite of Mostafa would be insulting.
โ I understand your reasons, โ says the vampire, at first apparently to nobody, but there's a barely restrained twitch of Mostafa's body as he discards both helmet and cuirass that indicates he's listening and he knows very well what this is about, โ but the sake and health of those we aim to protect is but a mere part of the whole picture. โ His voice takes on the ever - present chill of Bruma and it cuts in a way Mostafa despises by now but has still heard many times already. โ Or is the way you can barely even look at me fully unrelated? โ
that seems to trigger something in Mostafa, because that one - eyed golden gaze falls on him with the intensity of the Deadlands' fires. It'd be enough to make any lesser men bow their head in repentance, but Regis is neither lesser nor a man.
a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.
some days feel colder than the rest, despite it being the middle of summer, and the reason why is clear only to Regis. It never is about the actual weather itself, for the few he meets near the Chotla have never complained about any strange happenings; with no observations from which to derive proof, the vampire thus deduces that the chill comes from within and only one being he's ever met would be capable of even causing such a thing. And when the ravens that often keep him company warn him of her presence with a cacophony of caws, Regis is always too late to find her.
he'd welcome @azarathian back into his cottage if she weren't so skittish, if the instinct so often attributed to an animal of prey didn't triumph over the rest of her. It's nearly impossible to speak to Raven and convince her to return, but for a creature of such mysticism and ability to reach into one's emotional core, perhaps the best thing he can do is to let the conversation unfold quietly, patiently, from within.
a week and a half goes by, and the dahlia Raven wished to have him partake of still sits, undisturbed, on his workbench. A single bird's call cuts through the silence one evening while he's setting up the distiller, and a momentary bolt of trepidation immobilizes him. Will he find Raven at his door, or will it be too late again? When he opens it, he looks into the familiar void - like eyes of the dyad. The bird of ill omen returns, and something clicks back into place. There is despair in her eyes, and the weight of a stifled cry is evident in her throat: they are creatures that take to their suffering quietly, Regis understands that, but it makes it no less painful.
Raven's arms loop around his neck as easily and as immediately as his own encircle her midsection, and as their bodies slot together, as jasmine mixes with sage and lemongrass, her anguish spills in the form of a sigh. Relief comes in the sight of her shadow where Regis' should be, in the little sob that emits from her shaking chest, and his embrace tightens. A minuscule turn of his head and the vampire presses a kiss to her hair, further expression of the forgiveness she quietly asks for as well as the apology he himself owes.
โ Welcome back. โ
kiss and tell! selectively accepting.
โ you could have kissed me or slit my throat and either would have made as much sense. โ
there's nothing poetic about that confession, even if it arguably comes in the form of poetry and, for an instant, Regis is inexplicably but undoubtedly glad they've left the confines of their usual dwellings. @lamourstre's tone is a gut - wrenching plea, a realization as scalding as a flash of sunlight over skin ... and it belongs nowhere near the coven, the Thรฉรขtre, the image of maรฎtre that Armand has fashioned over the decades. They've discussed this time after time in varying degrees of direct terms, but under the lamplight of Rue Foyatier, things become even clearer: there is no line that, to Armand, separates love and violence. That line never existed. That line is an impossible concept.
Regis extends a hand and all Armand sees is claws, poised to take, but the pursuit never stops, because Regis isn't the one seeking to take.
he stops a step just below Armand and looks up at those eternally young features, and waits. Silence breaks even the best of them, and Regis has learned to be patient even at the worst of times. [ So has Armand, obviously, because he wills that silence to stay still, like a neck held in a vice - like grip under threat of having its throat ripped out. ] Armand's eyes grow even more intense, but then Regis registers the signature intake of breath that tells him he's about to speak, insist, command as he often does
whatever he would have said dies a quick and sudden death when Regis' hand alights upon his cheek. It's a tender touch, and it's the first in all the time they've spent around one another. He wonders if Armand considers it a relief, a momentary reprieve from wanting, before he realizes he has to defend himself against it, too. โ A stalemate then, Armand? โ Regis asks gently, and only loud enough for the other to hear. โ Is that what awaits us for as long as I'm here? A bit unfair for both of us, don't you think though mostly for you. I might've been on the fringes for a while, but I'm not clueless. โ
he lowers his hand away from Armand's face, but does so while tracing the line of his jaw. That won't go unnoticed. Good. โ Think about it. When you show up at my door with your fists unclenched, โ He smiles now, and his fangs lengthen, โ I might take you up on the former. โ
a dowry of blood, accepting.

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the jewelry in olrox's ears chime softly as he mimics the gesture, tilting his head just as regis tilts his. thin as parchment, the pupils of the younger vampire's snake-like eyes remain fixated on emiel's, as though daring him to start a physical altercation. they'd level the forest before they were done.
in this exact moment, olrox is uncertain if he appreciates the fact that regis chooses to appear so ... human. deceptively fragile, just like the man he'd crushed to paste. finally, his gaze breaks, flitting over his friend's face and then down over his chosen outfit. extending one arm, olrox smooths the flats of his fingers over a wrinkle in regis' leather doublet ( though, the movement is not exactly well-intentioned ).
โโ sometimes, an example must be set. they are not all entitled to mercy, emiel. i enjoy humans almost as much as you, but i am still a vampire, and they are still pests when they want to be. that one was warned beforehand. his fate was the result of his petulance. don't mourn the wicked. โโ the venom has left his voice, wrested back to its typical, well-controlled cadence and tempered tone ( much resembling the learned man regis has come to know over the centuries ).
โโ one, little death won't bring the great force of any bounties down over our heads. the townsfolk would be lucky if they found any sign of him come sunrise. for all they know, his troubles ran him off. โโ
โ Please, โ Regis offers in reproach almost immediately, not one bit fazed by how Olrox mirrors his stance. Is that dare after dare he detects in that smooth baritone? โ You enjoy humans and yet you would underestimate them in such a way? They will always be prone to superstition and the most fantastical explanation when a more logical and correct one exists, that's true, but consider: do troubles have a habit of gutting their sufferers in the middle of the woods? Hell of a problem, then, if it has the power to reduce a man to crushed bone and entrails. โ
one little death. Unfortunately, for creatures as precocious and brash as humans can be, it often only takes one instance of anything for things to change: it never takes a learned scholar or elven sage to understand that one is already a difference, and it can be a significant one at that. It's only one night. It's only one death. It's only one time and it's always enough. Fatalistic, perhaps, but Regis learned such a lesson, the painful and bloody way, during those years of gluttony and carelessness that Olrox so dutifully thought to use against him.
โ Besides, Tlanextic, โ Regis says after taking a pause to glance at the mangled corpse. There's no venom in his tone, no pointed accusation, no indication that he's weaponized Olrox's true name; instead, it's a warning: that names first or otherwise are still a powerful thing to wield against one another, and that Olrox isn't the only one able to afford that luxury with Regis' own, โ one human death may not matter, but I'd argue it does when its perpetrator was a feathered leviathan. โ
another pause, this time sudden, and Regis casts a glance westward. โ If we want to keep this up, I'd suggest walking away now: necrophages have caught the scent of your kill. Shall we? โ
music adventures continue to be a side project to writing and hey chat, this is a perfectly normal start to a playlist / mix isn't it.