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When using enlarged text on mobile, channels basically do not exist. Its awkward and painful to navigate. A recent update supplied reasonable enlarged text, which was great, but its been reverted. ...
Hey I dont know if anyone still follows me because I go for like months and months without posting but if yall have like TWO seconds, can you go and upvote this post? Discord’s enlarged text is broken, and this is the most recent complaint on their accessibility forum. It makes the channels unreadable, which is really not ideal for anyone but especially visually impaired people. Discord needs a volume of attention on this issue to get them to fix it, so maybe upvote and/or comment if you can to help bring it to their attention?
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Rainy dark academia for @does-existance-exist
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Brain empty.... pussy thinking though.
@anomaliae
"Rose you have to meet her. I didn't know there was anyone else like you." William said. "Our friends are having her take care of some of those cops that have been causing trouble for the non-Protestants. " he said. "Like me how do you mean?" Rose asked, a little confused but following him into a dimly lit pub. "Like you in the..." he made a gesture with two fingers in front of his mouth, like a snake might bite into something. "That way." Rose could feel herself freeze in her tracks and she had to will herself to keep moving, sitting down at the table. The young woman didn't look like a ... vampire. Rose wasn't even certain that she herself was ... that. She felt like this was all a joke meant for her to make a fool out of herself. "Go! Go talk to her." he nudged her toward the bar.
"Hello." Rose slid up next to her. "I heard we have some mutual friends." she said nervously, smoothing her skirt as she sat.
Lizzie had come a long way from being Elizabeth Byrne. There was once a time where she played her role as a young Irish Catholic with a smile on her face. She didn’t know what the world held for her, nor did she have the means of accessing it. But then came her change and suddenly the world was hers for the taking. She learned the ins and outs of being a vampire while learning more about life outside of the countryside. By all accounts, she was truly blessed with a much wider world, despite being cursed with a thirst for blood.
Upon her return to Ireland to aid in independence, she didn’t shy away from revealing her identity to a select few. She had no interest in killing her own, after all. Surely someone knew the right direction to send her in. And so they did. But there had been a mention of someone quite like her in ways that others couldn’t relate to. Of course curiosity got the best of her and she agreed to meet the possible vampire.
When the girl took her seat beside her, Lizzie raised a brow, glancing her over with one large sweep. So many of her own kind that she had met in the past lived lavish lives, donning the most expensive fabrics they could find. This girl was far more modest in apparel. But she supposed if she had been changed and remained in Ireland, she’d be the same.
“Aye. I’ve also heard we share some similar beliefs and conditions.”
Rose took a breath. Useless, but it calmed her nerves.
“I have to admit, I have never met someone else with this condition before.” she said, looking her over carefully. Now that she was closer, the woman was quite pale (though that was a common trait in this corner of the world) and even when trying carefully to listen, she couldn’t hear any inner workings like she could with most humans. No beating heart, no churning stomach. Her heart leapt. Maybe this truly was another one like her. Another... vampire. She’d only recently come to accept that word. Before, it had seemed fantastical to think she was some undead creature of the night. But after years of drinking blood and sizzling if she let the sunlight get into her room, she was fairly certain that was the only word for it.
you guys are all for mental health Until i begin to kill
Alternatives To Sleeping in Coffins
An Illustrated Guide For Vampires
1. Privacy Tent
2. Antique Chinese Wedding Bed
3. Victorian Box Bed
4. Canopy Bed
5. Full Body Wearable Blanket + Novelty Halloween Mask of Choice
6. Hyperrealistic Black Bear Sleeping Bag (with built in ‘Do Not Disturb’ feature)
7. Tinfoil Bodysuit (For maximized UV protection)
8. Blackout Curtains You Fucking Vampiric Dumbass
in conclusion why in fuck’s name are you sleeping in coffins to begin with you utter shitmuppets
sorry i tried to drink your blood i think you're cute
Xeroderma pigmentosum, or XP, is an autosomal recessive genetic disorder of DNA repair in which the ability to repair damage caused by ultraviolet (UV) light is deficient.[2]:574 In extreme cases, all exposure to sunlight must be forbidden, no matter how small; as such, individuals with the disease are often colloquially referred to as Children of the Night.
Rose used this condition as an excuse to why she couldn’t go out at night when she was pretending to be human.
@anomaliae
"Rose you have to meet her. I didn't know there was anyone else like you." William said. "Our friends are having her take care of some of those cops that have been causing trouble for the non-Protestants. " he said. "Like me how do you mean?" Rose asked, a little confused but following him into a dimly lit pub. "Like you in the..." he made a gesture with two fingers in front of his mouth, like a snake might bite into something. "That way." Rose could feel herself freeze in her tracks and she had to will herself to keep moving, sitting down at the table. The young woman didn't look like a ... vampire. Rose wasn't even certain that she herself was ... that. She felt like this was all a joke meant for her to make a fool out of herself. "Go! Go talk to her." he nudged her toward the bar.
"Hello." Rose slid up next to her. "I heard we have some mutual friends." she said nervously, smoothing her skirt as she sat.
biting is a love language. no i will not elaborate.
Rose McCann is a vampire, but she never really integrated into vampire culture. She works as a medical translator and does freelance translation, since she has a bit of a knack for languages. Covid has made it a bit more difficult to steal blood from hospitals (always expired or near expired blood) but she has gotten by on a very minimal diet and as the city she lives in has opened up for a bit of nightlife, she has been peeking out of her comfort zone and eating from people more often. Rose carries herself with Victorian sensibilities, considering herself quite proper, keeping a polite emotional distance from most people.
Rose grew up as the second oldest of four children, though only her and her brother made it to adulthood. She was a bit of a hot head in her youth. One notable event of her childhood was when, at the age of 15, she was proposed to, declined, and then the man proceeded to write a song about her, entitled Star of the County Down, singing it in their local pub, much to Rose’s embarrassment and her brother’s anger. Unfortunately, it was a good song that still graces the Irish Folk scene today.
When she was twenty, Rose made an attempt to move to Dublin, to live in Ireland proper and be more active in fighting for her country. But the morning of the Easter Uprising, Rose was caught out in the wee hours, drained of her blood, and turned by a British vampire who told her to “burn as she watched her country burn”, but Rose managed to hide from the sun, that she newly discovered hurt her immensely. Instead of moving to Dublin, she went back home, having no clue what was going on with her. but knowing she felt ill, food did not sate her, she was just weak. It took her months of being ill every time she ate, hardly being able to get out of bed, hours of her brother sitting by her side to admit to him that she wanted nothing more than to drink his blood, feeling ashamed and perverted for the confession, but he just held out his arm for her.
Even with this revelation, it took her a few years to figure out that she was in fact a vampire, and realize that she needed to drink blood regularly to have her energy and ability to do things. She did end up moving out after a few years of drinking exclusively from her brother, and she moved around every ten years or so after that, only returning to her hometown when her brother was in his twilight years to care for him. After his death, she killed his wife and drank her blood, considering this the first person she murdered .
However, Rose had killed before, though she didn’t consider those murders. Those were well deserved. She had joined the IRA, and stayed in it for whatever incarnations it became in her lifetime (or deathtime as the case may be). She doesn’t speak about this much, not considering it seemly or proper. And loose lips cost lives.
Rose moves every few years so as not to arouse suspicions, picking up new languages and mostly working as a translator across the many different countries and places she lived.
Rose usually lives in a cozy apartment with old fashioned decor. She dresses very feminine and modestly, and has retained her Irish accent, very purposefully, as that is still a big part of her identity. She likes her quiet hobbies, reading and cross stitching, but does try to get out and make friends, especially ones that remind her of her humanity.