[baroviana-a]

#BAROVIANA ... an independent and private roleplay blog for oriana avia, an original character based in dungeons & dragons' ravenloft setting and vampire the masquerade. multiple alternate verses available, you do not need to be familiar with the source material to interact. inspiration drawn from chinese mythology and gothic horror. explicit content including canon-typical violence is present and will be explored, please be 21+ to interact.  written by reyna.

traversing the shadowfell with ˒ 𓂃 shekofeh, moonsworn / hojakdo, allmonster, martyrlaughter, saintsdawn, venushorned, chishiye, kindofuneven ...

compendium : carrd. character studies. prompts. interaction call. navigation. sideblog.

[baroviana-a]

new year, new me blog! i decided to move ori over to a new space. some headcanons will be rewritten, others will stay the same etc. i just figured it was time for something new. i'll be touching base with mutuals about staying affiliates and what threads to keep, but i'll also be super selective there. feel free to like this post if you would like to stay mutuals! or use this as a way to break the mutual. either way, i don't mind.

[baroviana-a]

new year, new me blog! i decided to move ori over to a new space. some headcanons will be rewritten, others will stay the same etc. i just figured it was time for something new. i'll be touching base with mutuals about staying affiliates and what threads to keep, but i'll also be super selective there. feel free to like this post if you would like to stay mutuals! or use this as a way to break the mutual. either way, i don't mind.

[baroviana-a]

new year, new me blog! i decided to move ori over to a new space. some headcanons will be rewritten, others will stay the same etc. i just figured it was time for something new. i'll be touching base with mutuals about staying affiliates and what threads to keep, but i'll also be super selective there. feel free to like this post if you would like to stay mutuals! or use this as a way to break the mutual. either way, i don't mind.

[hedgewitched]

closed starter for @baroviana

𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆 before she understands what it is.  Faint like water through reeds, but distinctive in its pure wrongness —  her eyes carve a trail from corpse to embedded spear as she realizes the sound is coming from Oriana’s weapon.   The sorry, slain creature now lying dead at her feet goes pale as its pulse-points cool visibly, and Rue watches with morbid fascination as the skin sinks toward the bone, hollowing the cheeks first, then the chest.  The spear is drinking, draining it dry.

The blood doesn’t flow so much as crawl, banding together in thin, trembling filaments, each thread stretching from flesh to staff like drawn sugar.  She looks to Oriana.

​“It is… alive?”

[baroviana-a]

she doesn't withdraw the spear until it's had its fill. not until the voice of the thing that chose her dulls into a murmur in the back of her subconscious. until next time. she doesn't know if it's her thinking that or kavan. like a sleepwalker waking up from a particularly bad dream she blinks at her companion's voice. finally pulling the weapon away from the desiccated shell of their prey, she looks up at rue.

" it's a gift from the mists of barovia. " it's easy to forget how unnerving it can look to other people. the spear feels as much an extension of herself the way her rifle does. but in comparison to a family weapon, a spear that drank blood was a stone's throw away from something stranger. something more sinister. how would her companion take it? " this is the only way to keep it ... placated. "

[baroviana-a]

fang ru/nin and gri/ffin harley you are both so oriana coded to me

[baroviana-a]

FICTIONAL CHARACTER WRAPPED.

list your top characters of the year, the ones you spent the most time thinking about!

oriana avia (obviously <3)

ireena kolyana

isaac brooke

alicent hightower

adaine abernant

occtis tachonis

claudia de pointe du lac

caitlyn kiramman

elphaba thropp

queen caramelinda of house rocks

tagged by: @keenminded / tagging: @saintsdawn, @ophaleia @imitor, @svetle, @maurilyan, @shekofeh, @arcanor, @memuntos, @chishiye and you reading this <3

[hojakdo]

there is always pain. he has felt it from the hands of the one that devoted to protect him through the years he was a child, into his adulthood those same hands saw him grow. from the general, general-elect and now-father, it was a way to keep in line, to keep in check, a secret bonded through the bruising of flesh, the drawing of blood. john, or rather, the nameless blonde boy born of pale skin and green eyes, a luck of the draw, the fate of the dice roll, and thus the time passage of milk baths and golden armor came from just that━ luck. somewhere, deep in the cage of his chest, he knew it, believed and breathed it. but in the hands of those that deemed pain be the best way this was sought, he had no issue with such enactments. saw no right and wrong when it came from the birth of his flesh.

and when her teeth sink into his neck, he is standstill at first. there is a certain rigidness that returns, settles comfortable in his lap as she does. there is no her, and no him, no pain and no feeling. there is the beating of his heart, rapid and thrumming against her own, where he feels none of her own, and she drinks, and there is silence, and john wainwright is no more but that boy in the box that was destined to serve.

and the slowed passage of time as she holds his head and drinks from his veins and he forgets to breathe, notices the compression in his lungs as nothing other than fact, nix sensation. there is a standstill, with his mind, his body, her actions, and the reactions (consequences) they both will face. but he is a man, a human man, and he must breath and he does but it does not sound natural but labored and heavy and nothing but a whine. and there is no pain because he does not feel pain, not anymore, not here and not from her. instead, the pleasure of goneness, eyes shut and mouth agape, the softness of a moan and the sigh of aching muscles. and his words escape and suddenly, oh it happens so suddenly, his head falls back and he is no warrior no more━━ ❝ oriana, my beloved. i love you. ❞

[baroviana-a]

there is a moment when she feels him stiffen up that she wants to sink her fangs in deeper. to cling to him not as a girl afraid of her lover's abandonment but a predator clinging to life. somewhere it meets halfway. the fingers in his hair are gentle even as her grip is iron. even as fangs sink just a little deeper than she intends when he moans, when he finally relaxes.

when she pulls away its with more effort than she'll admit to herself. the sweet iron taste of him is still sharp on her tongue and her lips and it's hard not to want more. is it her bite that lulled him into this state of submission? for those words to slip out so easily from his lips? she knows what being drunk on something, be it spirits or power or lust or even the heat of battle, can make someone say or do. enough to stay? she wants to ask. enough to endure this hell with me? she almost does.

instead there's the lap of her tongue against the puncture wounds on his neck— nothing from him will go to waste. the change in her is instantaneous. the flush of her cheeks that mimics the blush of life that a beating heart would give, the brightness in her eyes. her hand still rests on the back of his neck, less of an iron grip than the devoted caresses of a lover.

" then stay with me. " damn who might be waiting for him on the other side of these castle walls. damn whatever oath he's pledged to follow that isn't to follow her. it's why he's here, isn't it? for her? " if you really love me, you'll stay. "

[baroviana-a]

i have yet to add this to my carrd but i've been debating on how to word this out well and in a way that won't be taken in bad faith, but i suppose there's no other way to really word it out:

if i notice that you are unnecessarily hateful or overly critical towards the women characters of a fandom (especially one i heavily interact with) for no perceivable reason other than them being women, i may unfollow and even soft/hardblock. this includes treating them as if they're "obstacles" to preferred ships, instantly interpreting them as "mary sues" or insinuating discarding or replacing them because you "prefer" men. the inherent misogyny in high fantasy is already super exhausting to deal with. i don't want to deal with anymore of it than i already have to. and as someone writing an oc that is a woman ... what are you doing here if you dislike women so much? this applies to both cis and trans women, by the way!

[baroviana-a]

one of my favorite things about ori is the number of hags she has beaten up throughout the valley of barovia

[baroviana-a]

it should be illegal to get sick right before christmas week

[baroviana-a]

what folklore monster are you descended from?

centaur. your lineage is built from endurance — bone-deep, unshakeable, quietly powerful. the centaur blood within you is half-wild and half-wise, a merging of grounded instinct and disciplined strength. you move through life with a steady rhythm, noticing every shift in terrain, every subtle change in another’s intent. loyalty, once earned, is absolute; trust, once broken, is almost impossible to repair. you are wary not because you expect harm, but because you understand the weight of carrying others. your soul is both guardian and wanderer, seeking paths that align with your principles. you do not rush, you do not bend easily, and you do not abandon your own knowing. there is something ancient in your caution — and something quietly heroic in your constancy.

stolen from @hedgewitched / tagging: @monbaek, @shekofeh, @diviolence, @queenwolf, @demonwebs, @maurilyan, @bloedbeest, @palespawn, @keenminded and you reading this !

[valcntines]

this is a social experiment reblog this if u were rping on tumblr before 2016

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM CRITICAL ROLE: THE MIGHTY NEIN *  assorted dialogue from the campaign, adjust as necessary

yeah. the world does need an asshole.

you're not my type.

i don't normally speak with the dead on a first date, but we'll think about it.

are you secretly in love with me?

it's a chair. it's a standard chair.

i'm really really nice, but i don't always make the best decisions.

sleep well with your bad decisions.

that sounds like someone whose ass i would like to kick.

it's entirely off-putting how disarmingly charming you are. i genuinely do not know how to react. take that as a compliment.

is that a natural thing for you guys to just attack each other in moments of stress?

fucking seaweed wraps are the shit!

well, my social anxiety is getting the best of me. i'm taking a walk. goodbye.

i've never traveled with a bunch of people i thought would die in front of me.

tell you what. i start sweating real hard, i'll let you know, okay?

please. please help me.

the rule is that evil dies.

you need me more than i need you.

eventually, someday somebody will pray for a miracle, pray for something to save them to whatever gods are nearby, and that prayer will be answered because you'll show up.

you were not born with venom in your veins.

i'm asking you to open your heart to chaos.

nothing happens for a reason. it's absolute fucking chaos.

we have to keep them from being... dead.

have you ever had a blueberry cupcake?

i smell like a crayon.

can i get a hug?

i could be her beacon.

i think we have a job to finish.

i pick and choose my apologies.

it's better to have someone's word broken than to have no word at all.

i would rather you put your faith in me for something more important than my curiosity.

oh shit, are we a cult?

i heard you.

man, you make vulnerability look so easy.

there's a dick hidden somewhere in there.

you pick and choose your fights. me? best not to give in to a man i can crush with one hand.

it's still you though, right?

you don't get to talk anymore.

it's a regular fucking turtle.

i'm trying to be nice. this is as painful for me as it is for you. just give me five seconds.

you are blue.

i mean, i don't want to impose, but i'm bleeding profusely.

i did my best every town i went to and every town i left, no matter how they treated me, and a lot of them treated me with deep disrespect. i left every town better than i found it.

i'm always ready to make a damn fool of myself.

[yuziyuanapologist]

wen qing marry me challenge

wen qing in episode 5

[baroviana-a]

kept dozing off at my station today but watch me not be able to fall asleep even when i'm in bed with my skincare done and my pjs on

[baroviana-a]

you know whats so insane to me about curse of strahd and ireena/tatyana in particular? not even the ending where strahd prevails works out well for her. he straight up just turns her into a spawn and locks her up. at worst, he has a mockery of a wedding ceremony where her agency is nonexistent once again.