BIGGEST FANDOMS: interview with the vampire, asoiaf, jurassic park, heathers, stephen king, the black phone, silent hill, alien, star wars, scott pilgrim
i. HI!!!! I'm Envy, I'm 27, a taurus, infp-t and the dumbest lesbian you'll ever meet. I'm in the CST timezone, and you'll probably see me post at weird times because I have chronic insomnia. I love love love yapping ooc in dms and my discord is available to mutuals whenever you'd like it :). My mains are people I write with frequently and consider friends, I try to talk to them regularly ooc, and if you'd ever like to be one; just ask! I love making new friends. Please don't be offended if you're ever messaging me to plot or just to have a conversation with me and I go a while in between responses. I promise, I'm not ignoring you, my social battery is unpredictable, and sometimes I just don't feel like talking right that second. Don't be afraid to wave at me or nudge me if I haven't responded to you in a long time. Generally speaking, I respond much faster on discord cause tumblr ims are funky for me. Here is my blacklist ( fandoms, faceclaims and ships I will not interact with ): X
ii. I use pre-made gif icons from various packs, if you ever want the link, just ask. I don't mind what my partner uses or how they format their post so long as it isn't incredibly hard to read. I myself just use small text with no other stylizations. Every graphic on this blog is made by me. I do accept commissions, and you can find other examples of my work scattered around. Feel free to DM for pricing. For people who use AI checkers; I do use Grammarly to help me correct my posts and this can flag as positive. I also use em dashes (pry them from my cold, dead hands, ChatGPT!).
iii. I will ONLY interact with mutuals. Give me at least a day or two to follow you back, as sometimes I'm logged into one of my other blogs. If I follow you/follow back, I would like to write with you! If we do not write together within at least a month or my attempts to interact are repeatedly ignored then I will softblock ( feel free to refollow if you'd like to try again! no hard feelings ). This blog is LOW and SPORADIC activity. I make absolutely no promises about when I will respond to starters or asks. I write WHEN I feel like writing and, more importantly WHO I feel like writing. It's been an issue in the past where someone will unfollow me because I'm not answering starters or asks for very specific characters within a short timeframe. I'm a person, and I have over 100 muses, I'm not going to feel like writing them all constantly, and some I very rarely feel like writing. If this is going to be a problem for you then I do not see us interacting. On another note; the easiest way to get interactions started with me is sending in memes! I will very rarely post starter calls and usually require some plotting beforehand as its hard for me to just come up with ideas on the spot. If you choose to unfollow me at any time for any reason, I please ask that you soft block me ( block and unblock to break the mutual ). If you don't, I will likely hard-block you ( sorry! ).
iv. I write many, many ( MAAAANY ) questionable muses with zero morals and questionable intent. This is in no way a reflection of me or my character; I just enjoy toxic dynamics and villains generally. I am hypercritical of almost all the media I consume. I prioritize fem, nb, and trans muses on this blog! Male muses are always welcome, but they will rarely be the first ones I choose to interact with. I am a self-confessed ship whore! I love shipping and will always be up for it so don't be afraid to slide into my dms about it. I have been used in the past solely for my attractive or popular male muses. It is very obvious to me when that's all a person is interested in and it will result in a hard block ( not sorry ). I'm a huge family-of oc enthusiast and have a bunch of sibling and child ocs on my block and very much welcome interactions with your family-of ocs. Many of my fandom ocs have pre-established dynamics with canon muses that I've created. This does not mean that I will expect your muse to adhere to this dynamic. No person plays every canon character exactly the same, and I do not expect your muses to react to my oc the exact same. Basically, I am not a force-shipper in any capacity, and I expect you not to force-ship as well. Force-shipping is an immediate hard block. I do write smut on occasion, my ns/fw tag is; . Most of my muses are not single-ship or exclusive with specific versions of other muses but if they are, it will be specified in my muse list. Since it has been an issue in the past; please respect my headcanons for muses sexualities! Feel free to tell me if I've incorrectly headcanoned a muse's sexuality or gender ( as in there's a canon source to prove otherwise ).
v. Thank you for reading and I can't wait to write together!
✂ A fandom that you feel isn't open and accepting? / @tiimewarped
hmm...
honestly, most of the ones I'm actively in are either so tiny or dead that we all just get excited whenever we find each other. the big ones that are active have been pretty accepting.
i think the one i've been apart of in the past that was a little clique-ish was probably american horror story? people tended to just close themselves off and only write with two or three other people. stranger things suffered from this as well.
If you were to ask me on a surface level, I really hate meta-gaming ( when a character knows something they shouldn't ).
But if you were to really ask me...
I hate it when people stylize their writing to the point that it's incomprehensible. Like capitalizing every other word or a writing style that's almost indecipherable, or people who over-use coloring certain sentences with really BRIGHT colors to the point that it's so hard to read.
❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?
not particularly that i can think of surprisingly!
i kinda despise harry styles and idris elba unfortunately because of an ex-friend but not enough to put them on my dni list ( i never see them used anyway is the other part of this ). i more-so have games/fandoms i dislike because i heavily associate them with people.
Because, like it or not, we're not all balls of sunshine all the time. We can be pure salt when we want to be.
☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?
♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?
♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?
♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz
♚ How many people don't like you?
⚜ How many people do you not like?
✮ Have you managed to stay away from drama?
☄ Have you ever been in the middle of drama?
☯ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?
☼ How long do you stay mad?
☀ What's your rp pet peeve?
☁ Have you ever forgiven a partner when you shouldn't have?
☂ Have you ever been forgiven when you knew you shouldn't have been?
☢ What fads/trends are you so over?
☣ Have you ever rp'd with someone you knew for a fact was abusive but tried to give them a chance/to make up your own opinion on the roleplayer? Did they change or did you understand what people were talking about?
♨ Have you ever made a public call out post?
❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?
✿ What do you think about public call out posts?
✂ A fandom that you feel isn't open and accepting?
✉ A fandom that you feel is open and accepting?
✦ Thoughts on duplicates following you?
✧ Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction?
❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?
❦ Has someone been jealous of you?
❧ Have you ever been jealous of anyone?
✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?
♒ Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?
@percentstardust
The neck of the vodka bottle cracks slightly in Lestat's grip as he stares at his phone. Rewatching videos of tonight's performance. No encore request. It kept replaying over and over in his head.
Not to mention the one who booed him.
But they wouldn't live to do so again -- it was their blood currently in the bottle…and on the walls…and the floor.
Ever since they let out their last noise ( a strangled apology for their criticisms ); Lestat had been doomscrolling Twitter and Instagram. One claw dug so hard into the vodka bottle's neck that it had cracked. Tiny spider-webs wrapped around the glass now and only growing deeper.
Those eerie blue eyes finally lock on one tweet; 'Butterscotch Bitch definitely shouldn't have made it off of Soundcloud'.
His grip tightens, and the top of the bottle shatters in his grip while the rest smashes into the floor. As the shards slide in various directions — Lestat finally stands from the couch and stomps out of the dressing room. "Soundcloud— Soundcloud." He keeps scoffing the words under his breath followed by a string of French obscenities. A stage-hand approaches him to ask where they should put the guitar he'd snapped in half during the finale of the show but the look on his face quickly makes them wither and plaster themselves against the wall.
"They wouldn't know music if it fucking sat on their face. They don't understand art!" His fist slams into a speaker so hard that sparks fly from the black grate on the front. It con-caves inward afterward.He needed to get out of this building before he decided to set the entire thing ablaze. His footsteps increase their pace towards the exit that leads into the alley. His hand hovers over the crash bar before a distinctive scream pierces the air around him. He freezes, nostrils still flared despite the fact that he didn't actually need to breathe. Blue eyes narrow as he turns his head over his scarred shoulder — listening. Another crash that definitely didn't come from him…this time at least. Curiosity proves stronger than anger, or at least strong enough to be the distraction he momentarily needed.
Lestat follows the noises down the winding hallways of the auditorium as his stomach twists into knots. A heavy sense of dread settles over his long-dead bones as the scent grows eerily familiar. His opener. The one who looked too similar to Claudia to be mere coincidence, the reason Louis hadn't texted him back in a week. His fangs grit together as he forces his legs to continue but he feels less like himself with each step. He stops right outside the star-adorned door and stares at her name written in the center; 'Claire'. He can hear her inside, whether she's talking to herself or someone else is unclear but the way her heart is pounding makes it obvious she's unhappy. What concerns him more is how much like him she sounds. Something glass shatters inside, and a chill creeps up his spine slowly. She was a mirror of himself even now, and that smaller muffled noise below the frantic pounding in her veins; a heart murmur.
He should just turn around. He was very likely the last person that she wanted to see, but he'd turned away from Claudia so many times. Why should he have to provide comfort when he'd been abandoned so many times in his own youth? Every time he begged for reprieve, something to hold him, they all sneered and told him he was acting pathetic. Yet, even as every cell in his body twists in the anger of never receiving the comfort he so softly cried out for; he leans his forehead into the wood and reaches out through the mind gift.
'Perhaps do not tear apart your whole dressing room, mon petit? People will accuse moi of rubbing off on you.'
As the original mother of vampires, Akasha's physiology differs significantly from theirs.
Where other vampires can retract their fangs, Akasha cannot. She also has more fangs than other vampires. Where others are usually limited to their incisors, her canines and first molars are also fangs. While they don't ever retract fully, she can lengthen and shorten them.
Her eyes have a reflective quality like a cat's would. As opposed to a singular vibrant color, they're a mix of yellow and oranges that border on red.
Unlike other vampires, the sun does not harm her.
She's also just physically stronger than almost every other vampire and much more resistant to the things that would normally kill them. She can regenerate limbs unlike others as well.
❝ okay lets beat the dead horse into a pulp, what happened? ❞
"What happened...?" Armand echoes his words back to him like a mocking songbird. His arm is lazily thrown along the top of the tour bus's seats. He tilts his head a little to rest his cheek on his shoulder, and black curls spill over his cherubic cheeks. "I thought you said you didn't care about Dubai. Or Daniel...or what went on between Louis and I." Orange eyes remain fixed on the man across from him -- never blinking. As if he could break past the blockade in Lestat's mind to devour every thought in his head. Perhaps he should never have taught him how to do that...
"You conceal your concern so poorly, you know." Not concern for him necessarily; Lestat didn't care about him; he wasn't an idiot. But he must burn at the knowledge of him spending nearly eighty years at Louis's side, all based on a lie.
