From Shadows

Dalvrick: Born in 1450, turned into a vampire in 1468. FC: Craig Horner Klaus Dietrich: A young vampire who has been adopted as Nijah's son. FC: Tom Holland Writer is 30+ and has 12+ years of RP experience. Follows back from anktank-rp-main

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Dalvrick's Canonical Partners/Kids

Partners (Time together)

Francois Geirheim neé Dupont (1750-1755)

(Killed by the Talons of the Eagle)

Ina Gray (1890-1900)

(Just Ina while they were together. Split for daughter’s safety)

Kids

Pascal Geirheim (1752-1755)

Vevila Gray (1895-Current) (Looks like she’s in her early twenties)

(Used to live with her father in Venice during summer and her mother and stepfather the rest of the year until adulthood. Visits her father maybe once a year if she feels like leaving the London area. He’s usually the one to visit her while abroad on Gallery Show Tours.)

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[hibiscusflowerhoney]

Lions are fed frozen blood during the heatwave in Melbourne

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[lady-llewellyn]

I don’t know what that smell is, but…if I smell it again, I’m going to vomit.

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IT’S CABBAGE!!! I’m making sauerkraut.

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@draigfaequeen

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@corsetslaced

Dalvrick turned his head away from the piece he was working on to address the familiar presence in the room. He’d been working on a commission from one of the neighbors downstairs to restore an old family portrait. “How was work, Ace?”

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Olivia squeezed his hand back, her thumb brushing against his knuckles as she listened. She glanced briefly toward the front seat, offering Matteo a polite smile before her attention settled fully on Dalvrick again. “I think that helps,” she admitted quietly. “Knowing the difference between devotion being exposed versus being erased. Renfield always felt like a warning more than a blueprint.” She exhaled, watching the streetlights blur past the window. “I can understand choosing it, if it really is a choice. Partners. Family. People who know what they are agreeing to and keep themselves intact while doing it.” Her voice softened. “I just never want to become small in someone else’s shadow. Even if that shadow belongs to someone I care about.”

“You didn’t spoil my evening,” she said gently. “Your friends did." She teased a little with a chuckle. But no, she was woman enough to let it go for tonight. What's done is done, and the fact he ditched said friends to go to her rescue. Moving into his home, she turned to him. "I think I wish to go take this dress off. I might need some help getting out of these heels. Do you mind helping me?"

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Dalvrick made sure to kiss Olivia once it was clear they were making up for the earlier quarrel before walking with her to his apartment on the top floor of the building. Though at this point it might as well be theirs since she had a key to it. "Help you out of that dress and your heels? Of course." He joined her by her side and gave her another kiss. "Do you also want the gelato in the freezer to come along with us, or save that for later, Piccolo Volpe? You get to make all the calls tonight."

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this hit me like a truck

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@my-many-muse-rp-blog

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      𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐒  +  𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄  𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒  𝐢𝐧  𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓  (  𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟎  )

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cell phone headcanons

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closed starter for ── @anktank-rp-main

It was early and Poppy had a splitting headache. It was pretty clear that she'd gone a bit overboard the night before and was now paying the price — but even with all of that there was still one thing that made her morning threaten to go from bad to worse. When she finally did open her eyes Poppy was met with the all to familiar walls and a bed that she's fallen asleep in countless amounts of times. Shit. Of course she goes out for a night of fun and ends up in her ex's bed — because she has never had an original experience in all of her life. Poppy takes a chance and turns over, tangling herself beneath the sheets only to be met with an empty side of the bed.

She sat up in bed, taking in the fact that it was empty and quiet. From what she could tell the apartment was empty, maybe they had already left for the day. Poppy hoped that was the case as she moved about the room to try and find her clothes — she also hoped that her clothes being missing didn't meant that she made a stupid mistake last night on top of apparently crashing at her ex's place. When she didn't find her clothes she chose to grab a shirt and pair of shorts from one of their drawers — she'll return it someday. Poppy was halfway sneaking out of the apartment when she made eye contact with them, a smile spread across her face as she stood awkwardly by the door. "I know it looks like I'm stealing your clothes, but that's only because I couldn't find mine." She crossed her arms over her chest, raising her eyebrows. "Is it safe to assume that you've at least made breakfast?"

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Dalvrick couldn’t exactly be mad at Poppy for trying to book it out of his place. Their initial interaction with her was abandonment after all. Even if it had been unintended. To him, a blur of time and bodies, not having been in control of the “Beast Within” until about the turn of the 20th century. Including the young woman who’d tried to fill the void for companionship back then. Her death and turning had been an accident, and he’d genuinely thought he’d drained her to death, not understanding that he’d envenomated the young woman he’d attacked in that alley back then in a desperate drain after a very close call with some hunters.

“Unless you’d like me to fetch anyone fresh, you’re more than welcome to help yourself to a bag of your choice in the fridge. But stop being ridiculous and trying to run off again. I get that you’re still hesitant about the arrangement given that I technically have the ability to control you or that you still think I had a choice as to your creation. But maybe wait till it’s dark again before you go trapezing around Venice? Or maybe you got my accelerated adaptation and developed sun resistance early. But you really think it’s worth it to test that out?”

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Send MOM + a question for my muse's mother to answer the question.

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Starter Call

Actually have some time to write some stuff other than replies.

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Send 🧍 + A Muse* To Meet A NPC Connected To The Muse

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//Something I've noticed about how I write "Ricky". I either write him chronologically between 1880-1910 or I write him in the current time. And I think I may have written him doing things between those periods maybe once in all the years this blog's been around XD. And that was more a mention that he was hunting Axis members during WWII to blow off steam than anything else. He didn't take too kindly to his home country being run by "Mustache Man".

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“Trust me, I’m not that brave! I would help you if I could!” ~Camille for Dalvrick

“I’m your guardian, Camille. You don’t have to do anything. Other than jump from the train and continue on with Lydia. Or you can stay and fight with me.” He spanked her on the ass to make her let go of the railings, fully intent on throwing her if she didn’t do it herself. Sure it was a long way down, but Camille wasn’t human anymore, she’d be fine. And his words were laced with compulsion just in case she needed that extra motivation to get over the latent human fear the otherwise fatal leap was causing. Not enough to force, just enough to calm. “Now go. It’s just a small jump and a roll down a tiny hill to Lydia. I’m just going to have a conversation with the not-so-friendly men coming this way. I’ll be fine. Plus, someone has to retrieve the books you left in our cabin.”

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If they had a kid meme

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