ALL THERE IS.

[blooddue]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐔𝐄 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒. 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. ind. writing blog for 𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 of the Talamasca series. show based. mutuals only. private. iconless. this blog will feature mature themes and triggering material, don't follow if you're under the age of 21. heavily affiliated with @clairaudievt

written by mara ( she / her, 25+ ). CARRD. BOARD. temp. rules under the cut.

PORTRAYAL. Show based. Jasper is not a book character, therefore all my characterization will be pulled from the Talamasca show. I will, however, take plenty of inspiration from the books and will sprinkle in my own canon divergence. 

NOTE: It's highly unlikely I'll be writing a human Jasper unless we've discussed it beforehand. Please respect this.

ACTIVITY. A low activity blog for a reason. Things will be sporadic. Not only am I a slow writer, but my work doesn’t always allow me to be on here. Besides, RP is a hobby and will never take precedence over my personal life. Please respect that and be patient with me. I will never, ever rush you and I expect the same in return. 

INTERACTIONS. I love memes/prompts! If we’re mutuals, feel free to send them anytime. Simply go through my tag and pick, they never "expire". Starter calls will rarely happen on this blog. And I do prefer to write in a para format, one-liners aren’t really my thing. This blog follows the age-old rule: If I follow you, I want to interact with you.

PLOTTING. Generally encouraged on this blog. I want our interactions to matter and be important to our characters and the plot. 

FORMATTING. I use regular text, with some light formatting/styling and no icons. 

SHIPPING. A multi-ship blog. Exclusivity will be applied to romantic ships (meaning, I will not be writing that ship with anyone else). No shipping with minor characters or muns, however, and every ship needs to be developed properly (IC and OOC). And please, please don’t force a ship on me.

NO TOLERANCE. Zero tolerance for hate, guilt-tripping, excessive negativity, or drama of any kind. I’m too old, too tired, and way too busy for all that.Thank you for reading my rules!

promo psd by dumborph.

[weltenwellen]

Chelsea Dingman, from "Blood Moon"

[mistressvera]

TALAMASCA: THE SECRET ORDER

[edenmemes]

peaky blinders (s6) starters

❝ when one door closes, another opens. ❞   ❝ you haven’t tounched your drink. ❞   ❝ no matter what it takes…no matter how many lies i have to tell…i will take revenge. ❞ ❝ we can walk away from all of this. ❞   ❝ tell me i’ve done a good thing here. ❞   ❝ you are sick of who you are. ❞   ❝ when you’re dealing with a very powerful enemy, taking revenge requires time. ❞   ❝ when did you last sleep? ❞   ❝ your lethal hand is always on my shoulder. ❞   ❝ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❞   ❝ relax. have a drink. ❞   ❝ if anybody’s going to give you trouble, it’ll be me. ❞   ❝ you only found me because i let you. ❞   ❝ it is your sharp mind that i am in love with. ❞   ❝ you’re out of your fucking depth. you’re dead already. ❞   ❝ i just wanted to see your face and smell your perfume. ❞   ❝ i don’t know. i don’t fucking know. doesn’t make sense. ❞   ❝ someone wants my crown. ❞   ❝ you’re not so good at lying anymore. the truth gets in your eyes. ❞   ❝ i can tell from your reaction this was not your doing. ❞   ❝ is that a yes or a no? ❞   ❝ i just realized i haven’t even offered you a drink. ❞   ❝ you’re still looking for trouble big enough to kill you. ❞   ❝ it’ll be difficult. difficulties are to be expected. ❞   ❝ i just want the truth. no — i need the truth. ❞   ❝ you look absolutely terrifying. ❞   ❝ we brought on this curse. ❞   ❝ when i do business with someone, i make it my business to know their secrets. ❞   ❝ are you following me? i’m flattered. ❞   ❝ i can’t cry. if i start, i’ll fall apart. ❞   ❝ i will change. and change for good. ❞   ❝ will you give me a minute on my own? ❞   ❝ i understand you have defeated many enemies. ❞   ❝ i believe i’m suited to this life. ❞   ❝ i asked you a question. so, i want an answer. ❞   ❝ they think you’re the devil…and i think they may actually be right. ❞   ❝ it smells in here. ❞   ❝ you are going fucking nowhere. ❞   ❝ if you lie, i will know. ❞   ❝ you come to me with everything. you always come to me. ❞   ❝ i have seen too many bad things. ❞   ❝ why didn’t you come to bed? ❞   ❝ i can’t sleep. i see them, when i close my eyes. ❞   ❝ in uncertain times, gold is always certain. ❞   ❝ i will undo the many wrongs that i have done. ❞   ❝ don’t build mountains. walk like it’s a flat plain. easy step by easy step. ❞   ❝ come on. you can let it go with me. ❞   ❝ i’ve done bad things. ❞   ❝ you’re not going to heaven no more. they won’t let you in. ❞   ❝ why don’t you just tell me what you actually want? ❞   ❝ i need to stay myself and be strong. ❞   ❝ there are some mistakes i’ve made that i can never address…and some i can. ❞   ❝ you researched me and i researched you. ❞   ❝ until this thing is done, i need a clear head. ❞   ❝ i’ve been thinking about you. only you. ❞   ❝ don’t you ever say thank you? ❞   ❝ when you’re ready, i want you to tell me everything that’s going on. ❞   ❝ is there forgiveness in your heart? ❞   ❝ i’m very glad i dragged myself out of bed for this. ❞   ❝ look at your smile. it’s been so long. ❞   ❝ i see myself so clearly in you. ❞ ❝ could there be a sadder ending? ❞ ❝ there are some things that i cannot share. ❞   ❝ unknown. i want to remain completely unknown. ❞   ❝ it would be nice if just one thing could happen that wasn’t our fault. ❞   ❝ every day there’s a question without an answer. ❞   ❝ how long have we been dead for? you and me, how long? ❞   ❝ fairness is not a soldier’s concern. ❞   ❝ by the time people know the truth, i will be gone. ❞   ❝ since we last met, i’ve become a better person. ❞   ❝ there will be a war and one of us will die, but which one i cannot tell. ❞   ❝ you’re not a soldier, you’re a coward. ❞ ❝ we’ve talked about this. there’s no other choice. ❞      ❝ come here. let me see your eyes. ❞   ❝ sometimes family is the shelter from the storm. sometimes it is the storm itself. ❞   ❝ what is this good that you have become? ❞   ❝ do you want a fucking bloodbath? ❞   ❝ if you are about to express profound emotion, you might be better served expressing it to someone who gives a fսck. ❞   ❝ i know you. you’re sick with guilt. ❞   ❝ for all i try to hide it…i’m just like you. ❞ ❝ i’ve put you through so much. i’ve put you through all of this. ❞   ❝ i don’t allow people to talk about my mother. ❞   ❝ perhaps you and i can find somewhere a bit quieter? ❞   ❝ you talk as if you’re watching everything on a screen. ❞   ❝ i wasn’t sure what i’d think when i saw you again. ❞   ❝ i thought it would be good if we were in a different place. ❞   ❝ i’ve been very patient, given the circumstance. ❞   ❝ horses are better than people. ❞   ❝ sometimes, in times of personal conflict, i can resort to my old ways. ❞   ❝ there’s a man out there having his face stitched back up. ❞   ❝ you could live like an ordinary mortal man. ❞   ❝ you just fuck people up and you run away. ❞  

[danielsarmand]

tfw he's so submissive, breedable and doe-eyed you can't stop yourself from ruffling his hair

[antigonick]

“POSEIDON: They need a lesson! Why? Because they broke something of ours. Because they squeak when they die. Because we CAN.”

— Anne Carson, Euripides’ The Trojan Women: A Comic, illustrated by Rosanna Bruno

[clairaudievt]

"What's that in human years?" He's proud of his joke, and as usual too quick with the wit, not enough body to absorb the aftershock of his own recklessness. He doesn't notice Jasper moving let alone approaching before he's right there beside him like an apparition, giving the poor boy's heart another run. "Jesus–!" Guy flinches, reflexively stepping away from the bar, holding his shoulders at a defensive angle whilst contemplating the offer. He glances between Jasper and the whiskey, swallows his curiosity about the blade, and takes a beat to come down from flight mode. "I'm fine."

It's not that he isn't tempted. It's that he doesn't trust a word that comes out of that mouth, slick smile open like a wound over sharp teeth, always an air of cocky indulgence about him. This was his place. Whatever had happened to the motherhouse, Guy couldn't tell, because Jasper had gone and rubbed himself all over every inch of the room. The carpet he treads barefoot, short sleeves in winter, the same decade of rock music on stereo, velvet drapes and a monster truck-load of yee-haw.

"So other than stopping time and sequestering people, what other tricks can you do?" Procuring a safe distance, Guy slowly wanders over to one of the red sofas, his hands emerging from his pockets to tangle in his lap as he takes a seat. "Must be really boring to live so long without the sun. You ever thought of getting one of those Lumie lights?" Might as well make Jasper regret keeping him.

[blooddue]

“ alright. ” an indulgence on his part, and his eyes flick over the boy, over the sullen angles and deep shadows, his hair a tattered mess, knotted over untrusting eyes. ( it bleeds through: the fear, the uncertainty, the loss. and something sickeningly close to understanding slinks behind him like an abandoned mutt. a wound, a clotted mess of red, reopened every night. ) jasper leaves his mind intact, lets the boy have more rope than he deserves.

if this is a dance, it’s a delicate one.

“ i was born in 1906. if you want my birth certificate, you’re outta luck. that shit’s lost somewhere back in la paz. ” (el río choqueyapu, the dirt and moss, cicada shells in the windowsills, the smell of palo santo and industrial gas.) the vampire doesn’t linger long enough to watch guy’s reaction, but pours another drink, washes down the rancid taste of memories crawling up his mouth. he doesn’t remember much, not before mergu or the coven.

he doesn’t care to try.

instead, he laughs. a low, raspy sound, bare feet sinking into the overpriced rugs and carpets before he’s back in his spot, right across guy. the human, full of shit as he is, is at least entertaining. not a lot of that in the talamasca motherhouse.

“ sun’s overrated, gives you cancer. just ask owen. you know, the guy behind the big desk? ” grey eyebrows arch up, and he’s back to watching the boy like a hungry hawk. “ your mother. what’s her name? ”

[icantspellthings]

Jasper is like a modern day Shakespeare

[lifeinpoetry]

“I am obsessive. I contain nothing but the replay. / I am blood and blood and replay.”

— Lisa Marie Basile, from “I Put the Coffin Out to Sea,” published in OCCULUM

[clairaudievt]

What a fucking weirdo. Guy offers him a tight-lipped smile, wondering if this tangent is gonna lead anywhere or he just likes the sound of his own voice. Up at the penthouse, he declines a drink, way too paranoid to accept it after he'd been corralled into staying the night at the London Motherhouse. Jasper needs him to find the 752, but he's not yet convinced the vampire won't try to twist him and bend him to force his cooperation.

"Back in your day?" He takes a jab at the elder's age as he wanders around the room, his jacket still uncomfortably on, one hand occasionally leaving its pocket to fiddle with a trinket or aspect of decor. "How old are you anyway?" On and off he tries to dip into Jasper's train of thought – but unlike the others he's met so far, this one doesn't aggressively kick him out. Instead, he makes himself sparse. Like looking at an image reflected in water and watching it vanish the moment your finger dips in to grab it, ripples carrying off a million disjointed pieces. He shows no anger, leaves no light on.

"Desperate people do desperate things." Is this still about whiskey? Guy stops in front of the decanter, the empty glass left for him on the ornate table. He notices a switchblade inside the ice cup and pivots away, a sense of unease gripping him his stomach.

[blooddue]

there is no mistaking it: the worm is crawling inside the fruit. and the vampire lets him, a pull, a tether, a good old plunge into the cold abyss. he will find nothing there, only a row of old doors and coffins nailed in great haste. blood and guts and moulder, a handful of cigarettes snuffed out on wet concrete.

jasper’s smile grows. this is the same kind of pressure he felt a few nights ago, right outside the restaurant. only now, it wasn't as languid.

“ old enough to spot piss before i drink it. ” hardly any whiskey remains before he downs it all, nails drumming against crystal, a careless imitation of a beat that blazes somewhere at the back of the penthouse. and there is enough booze on the cart to sink a steer, courtesy of the oh-so generous motherhouse. but his eyes stay on the boy, the switchblade, on the empty cup abandoned beside.

( a line toed and crossed, the vampire's ticket, and a dying man’s last fucking hoorah. )

“ wanna taste? ” teeth, sharply cut, graze his lips and it takes a breath to swallow the room, a moment before he’s standing right by guy’s side.

“ come on, dude. ten years in a barrel. you might like it. ”

[coffee-discussions]

Speak up, puppy. I say as I force my fingers down your throat

[obskurity]

Request By; Anonymous - i'd like to ask you if you want to gif the part from ep4 where they're at the basement and jasper strokes guy's hair to see his injury

Guy Anatole and Jasper - Talamasca S01E04

[blooddue]

“ you know, people used to drink this shit poisoned. ” wood, char and smoke. a decade of waiting. and the liquid swirls in a lowball glass, catching the light. there is nothing exceptional about this specific batch, just your typical high-end office crap. the talamasca special. still, jasper savours the taste, tongue tracing each biting note as if he’s sampling blood. “ rotgut. industrial booze with a paint job. real gourmet stuff. ”

olive’s intel checked out; the boy threw himself on their doorstep as soon as the sun went down. a convincing narrative in his back pocket, too. and the vampire leans back in his chair, riveted not by this visit, but by each brazen attempt to reach his mind.

( a rattle of breaths and a drumming heart; unripe, unprepared. just a mouse caught in a trap. )

“ most of them didn’t even know what the fuck they were swallowing, and honestly? even if they did, i don’t think they would’ve cared. ” a beat. a smile. “kinda fucked up, don’t you think?” for my guy / @clairaudievt

[howfarweseek]

no idea how to caption this

[blooddue]

no, i did not in fact disappear for two weeks. you're imagining things again

[clairaudievt]

" How characteristic of your perverse heart that longs only for what is out of reach. "

independent, private & selective roleplay side-blog for GUY ANATOLE (talamasca) & VICOMTE de VALMONT (dangerous liaisons). tv show and personal interpretation in a high-speed blender. OC & crossover friendly. ©

✢ main blog: @lostsovl ✢ est. 01/2026 ✢ wrung by marmelo (gmt +1, she/her, 30+)

MINORS DNI.

– foreword –

01. this boy took me like a fever, idk what to tell you.

02. this is a mature & nsfw roleplay account. I’ll do my best to tag such posts as nsfw / as well as any trigger warnings as trigger tw.

03. I follow people I would love to interact with and whose writing I admire. I favour prose-heavy blogs.

04. excessive text formatting is inaccessible for me, so I may not follow you based on this, sorry!

05. I feel uncomfortable when people post too much OOC content unrelated to roleplay. I'm here exclusively to take a break from the world.

06. IC ≠ OOC . I am not my characters and they do not necessarily reflect my personal beliefs.

07. plotting!!!!! preferred, favoured, highly requested. don't be shy to hit up my dms, ask me a bunch of questions, let's cook something together. that said, I do accept memes from mutuals.

08. I've been around for a long time but mainly written OCs. I can't promise I'll be any good at this.

09. queer & neurodivergent. please respect my pace.

– GUY ANATOLE –

✢ "It's a gift until you're the one who has to bear it."

portrayal based on TALAMASCA: THE SECRET ORDER (2025) tv show.

just a twenty-something little guy. doesn't know what's going on. failed his CHA saving throw. suspiciously magnetic. can hear your thoughts. someone's pet project. secretive, intense desire to belong, too witty for his own good. he/him, bisexual.

– VICOMTE SÉBASTIEN de VALMONT –

✢ "Like most intellectuals, he's intensely stupid."

portrayal based on DANGEROUS LIAISONS (2022) tv show.

18th century cunning little french wh*re. knows your secrets and your husband's. so in love it makes him stupid. mapmaker, courtier, rapscallion. questionable morals. serial blackmailer. he/him, bisexual.

[howfarweseek]

You don't want things the way I want things. You can't. You haven't been alive long enough.