- Crescent Moon -

#aesthetic monday #it is a very pretty film

lunacy-fringe

𝕹𝖔𝖘𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖚 (𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦) — 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩 𝙀𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨

bl00dfroma-fairy

#idv crescent moon #identity v #idv #answered ask #mun answers #kinda #he does look cute #and bats are rather small #I doubt he'd let anyone see him in that state #voluntarily that is #tehee :3

transform as a little bat ? Pleassseeee? 🥺

This picture was shot without permission. In fact, he outright forbid the mun from publishing it.

Too bad they don't care.

academic-vampire

𝔬𝔥, 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢

💓 ( @yellow-rose-embalmer ) (sop no)

Is intimidated by them, but wants to be friends with them.

[good luck. you'll need it.]

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#idv crescent moon #yellow rose embalmer #toko had lofty goals #but embrace is too bully-able #so now everybodys day is ruined #besides #bloody is a miserable wretch #a pretty one sure #but not exactly the pinnacle of mental health #ruining his day is easy #turns out he felt pretty elated tho

<< prev. | @yellow-rose-embalmer replied:

It's a small gesture, the way Bloody bends down to meet Aesop's height, and yet the embalmer finds it oh so familiar, lantern lowered and held close to not get in the way. Aesop nods, trying to hold eye contact, trying to ensure he pays attention. But as the words turn sour, he puts together the possible meaning behind Bloody's words. Someone gave him a life, but is now involved in too much of it...? Something about that twists his gut the wrong way, as his shoulders tense and he presses his limbs close. He still can't imagine his youth with Jerry being entirely for the worse, even with what he's heard. "I'm... quite sorry to hear that." His free hand moves over his chest (his heart?), eyes slowly drifting downward. "...truth be told, I know how that feels, having someone's influence be... possibly more than it needs to be. Though I'd already killed that person by the time I had been informed of this..." The wording is kept vague here, to not mention who guided him to that truth (the person currently being threatened).

“'You had been informed'?”, the vampire repeats, tone tinted with confusion.

“You did not realise it yourself, yet already committed the final crime already? How very silly of you!”, he chided him like a child, clicking his tongue in disappointment, before he shared his wisdom: “In fact, it still seems like you haven't made up your mind at all - your head such a mess you cannot even find the words. You may feel a fraction of what I do, that I will not deny, but you are far from living the same experience. As long as you do not loathe his guts, wish to wreak his life from his dead bones and dye the earth with his blood, what you have is but an ember while mine is a flame.”

... maybe even an inferno. Truth be told, the rage of which he spoke was a great power, a motivator like no other, making you claw your way back from the grave again and again and again. But it also came with a price: It burned just as much of you, if not more, than it burns of the world around you. A dangerous tithe to be paid for those who wish to bring revenge and destruction.

“And by the time that hatred has sprouted and prospered on all of your realisations, it has nowhere to go - the person who deserved your wrath is already long gone. You truly are a fool digging your own grave like that.”

graveyardpages

BELA LUGOSI IS DEAD - BAUHAUS

#idv crescent moon #answered ask #identity v #idv

*boop*

“HEY!”

secondlina

Haha babe ur so sexy~

Read more Crow Time @ crow-time.com 💙

#funny monday

what’s your opinion about the Count ?

*angry cat noises*

#idv crescent moon #identity v #idv #answered ask #if anyone did not get the reference #hate #boundless hate #also please watch the emperor's new groove #it is so funny #izma is one of the best villains out there

☆♡ Time to ruin Bloody's day♡☆

Someone was following him.

When he was a postman, he was always wary of people following him. Now as a vampire, he was extra aware of his surroundings, especially with the two major factions out to get him. He could even include the times when he experienced the paranoia of checking every other room in the church for anyone listening in to his conversations. Embrace was no stranger to the premonition of someone on his tail; his growing anxiety cautioned him that he was being watched for a while already.

(That last one wasn't him, though. That entire period of the Tome piloting his body through religious espionage could only be described as an extremely realistic lucid dream where Victor could only watch as something with his face used his voice to preach things he barely believes in.)

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the canopy of the forest. Birdsong echoed alongside the gentle rushing of a nearby stream, and there was even a squirrel stopping by for a quick drink. Embrace would have loved to pause and just take in the peaceful sounds and sights, but the imposing presence nearby could not be taken so lightly.

He strolled down along the river quietly so as not to scare off the squirrel. All of a sudden he took off faster than a scared animal, vanishing from the banks and into another corner of the forest. He did not know who was after him this time, and if he was fast enough, he didn't have to know.

@idv-crescent-moon

Leave... Just fucking leave already... Why won't he just leave me alone?!

Embrace was used to the ever present sting of hunger since he avoided human blood for the longest time, perhaps in a futile attempt to preserve whatever humanity he had in himself. He could also tolerate pain pretty well considering how little he used to think of his well being, not to mention he kept getting into a ton of fights with different factions who want him dead. If he was feeling bold, he could go as far as to say he was starting to get used to dying and coming back to life ever so often- until the actual process began.

He closed his eyes so he couldn't see the black spots dancing into his vision, but even that could not block out the demonic orange creeping into his consciousness. It wasn't just that the way the Tome was slowly reclaiming his body was painful; Victor had felt all these sensations before the very first time he had perished in that burning building. The way everything felt way too hot, the way each breath made him choke on the taste of smoke and ash, and the sensation of a flaming piece of ceiling smashing onto his head... All of these were amplified tenfold during the process. It was like reliving that nightmare again, always ending in the same way as it once happened- coming back as a soulless vampire.

The only warning Bloody would get was when Embrace's right eye started to glow and bleed what seemed to be molten lava down the blackened side of his face before his whole body started to heat up. Despite his many layers of somewhat heat resistant clothing, his entire body started to burn as if the Tome was trying to melt his body down into a liquid. The ghastly orange glow replaced the blood that was once dripping down his sides, and Embrace could not stop the gasps of pain or the way his hands instinctively started clutching at his throat. His whole body spasmed as it was being claimed by black and orange, even extending down to the blood in the ground.

Bloody shrieked rather un-majestically and took an even less graceful tumble off of Embrace as he tried stagger back. To be fair, it was a perfectly normal reaction to the scene unfolding before him, yet it was almost comical to see that all mighty vampire lord behaving so very human.

From his front row seat in the grass, Bloody watched the fiery spectacle with wide eyes and held breath - both in fear and awe. It did not take long for him to recognise the tome's golden magma, and he was, of course, immediately fascinated. Apparently, the tome did care for some people, even if that did not include him. So much so, that it pried them back from death's door more than once. And all of him, too, even the already spilled blood on the gr-

Bloody hissed, as he realised, the aching feeling in his stomach was not Embrace's blood revolting, but rather burning, singing his insides until he felt like he was about to go up in flames. He let out a stifled scream, as he bent over, clawing at his own flesh. The golden liquid dissolved him - not into ashes, but rather into the very essence of his being, clawing through his veins as it burned away age and rot and cleansed him from all marks of time. Oh, what a familiar feeling. Though when it had first gripped him, had been dead and buried, covered in gold and steel for his journey to the afterlife. The sensation had been much stronger back then, but when the pain subsided, he still felt born anew.

He lay there in the grass, dishevelled yet pretty as a porcelain doll, breathing heavily despite not needing to and staring up with a fire in those pale blue eyes that almost made him seem alive.

And for just a moment, he had found faith once more.

Coming back from death felt the same every single time- exactly like the first. Choking on air that vaguely tasted like smoke and ash, feeling every single vein in his hands as he unconsciously clutched at his chest, burning like he was having a deadly fever... Even though the sensations were familiar, they were never pleasant. He could only wish it got easier each time.

Embrace finally opened his eyes, his chest heaving as he tried to remember what had killed him this time. The fiery glow of whatever it was that wanted him back to life had already left him, along with most of his wounds. There was not much he could do about the growing hunger, though- at least, not yet. The peaceful blue sky above was somewhat of a relief for him, until his vision stopped spinning and he recognized the other figure on the ground next to him.

The realization of the circumstances of his death jolted him upright. Embrace scrambled to his feet shakily, immediately distancing himself away from the other vampire. It seemed like something else had brought Bloody Sword to his knees, even if the glassy look in his eyes told a different story. Not wanting to stick around to find out what that was all about, Embrace decided to take the chance to get a head start in what was sure to be another infuriating game of cat and mouse. Silently and swiftly, he retreated into the shadows of the forest.

#idv crescent moon #the bloodline embrace #very well then #let's end it here #all days thoroughly ruined #all the progress undone so we can continue where we started #but with new motives #more days to ruin #more bullying to be done #tehe

Strangely, there was no chase. Bloody simply lay there, on the grassy forest floor, staring and considering and marvelling at what had just happened to him. He felt invigorated, yet his head was lightheaded and foggy, like he was drunk on wine. He had almost forgotten what it felt like... Alcohol was a toxin and poison did not work on the dead, after all. And that was not the only miracle. Bloody was very sure, that the blood he had consumed would surely heal greater wounds than some scratches and a wounded ego. And such a gift was powerful. Powerful enough to win a war. If Embrace...

Right! Embrace!

Bloody shot up into a sitting position, his head thrumming in drunken discontent, yet his vision was sharper than ever, his hearing crisp and his senses tingling. However, it did seem like he had taken far too long. All he could sense was some animals, scurrying through the wood works. No matter! He could find him again. He always did.

And so the vampire got up, brushed off the dust and dirt, and left in the direction of his castle. He had new possibilities to consider and a war to be waged.

☆♡ Time to ruin Bloody's day♡☆

Someone was following him.

When he was a postman, he was always wary of people following him. Now as a vampire, he was extra aware of his surroundings, especially with the two major factions out to get him. He could even include the times when he experienced the paranoia of checking every other room in the church for anyone listening in to his conversations. Embrace was no stranger to the premonition of someone on his tail; his growing anxiety cautioned him that he was being watched for a while already.

(That last one wasn't him, though. That entire period of the Tome piloting his body through religious espionage could only be described as an extremely realistic lucid dream where Victor could only watch as something with his face used his voice to preach things he barely believes in.)

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the canopy of the forest. Birdsong echoed alongside the gentle rushing of a nearby stream, and there was even a squirrel stopping by for a quick drink. Embrace would have loved to pause and just take in the peaceful sounds and sights, but the imposing presence nearby could not be taken so lightly.

He strolled down along the river quietly so as not to scare off the squirrel. All of a sudden he took off faster than a scared animal, vanishing from the banks and into another corner of the forest. He did not know who was after him this time, and if he was fast enough, he didn't have to know.

@idv-crescent-moon

Leave... Just fucking leave already... Why won't he just leave me alone?!

Embrace was used to the ever present sting of hunger since he avoided human blood for the longest time, perhaps in a futile attempt to preserve whatever humanity he had in himself. He could also tolerate pain pretty well considering how little he used to think of his well being, not to mention he kept getting into a ton of fights with different factions who want him dead. If he was feeling bold, he could go as far as to say he was starting to get used to dying and coming back to life ever so often- until the actual process began.

He closed his eyes so he couldn't see the black spots dancing into his vision, but even that could not block out the demonic orange creeping into his consciousness. It wasn't just that the way the Tome was slowly reclaiming his body was painful; Victor had felt all these sensations before the very first time he had perished in that burning building. The way everything felt way too hot, the way each breath made him choke on the taste of smoke and ash, and the sensation of a flaming piece of ceiling smashing onto his head... All of these were amplified tenfold during the process. It was like reliving that nightmare again, always ending in the same way as it once happened- coming back as a soulless vampire.

The only warning Bloody would get was when Embrace's right eye started to glow and bleed what seemed to be molten lava down the blackened side of his face before his whole body started to heat up. Despite his many layers of somewhat heat resistant clothing, his entire body started to burn as if the Tome was trying to melt his body down into a liquid. The ghastly orange glow replaced the blood that was once dripping down his sides, and Embrace could not stop the gasps of pain or the way his hands instinctively started clutching at his throat. His whole body spasmed as it was being claimed by black and orange, even extending down to the blood in the ground.

#idv crescent moon #the bloodline embrace #haha i adapt the writing style from whatever i am reading/listening to atm #so my writing style kinda changes a lot #also #you drew #this #lemme drag that out from under the bed #i wanna see the two twinks suffering #hand me #HAND #ME

Bloody shrieked rather un-majestically and took an even less graceful tumble off of Embrace as he tried stagger back. To be fair, it was a perfectly normal reaction to the scene unfolding before him, yet it was almost comical to see that all mighty vampire lord behaving so very human.

From his front row seat in the grass, Bloody watched the fiery spectacle with wide eyes and held breath - both in fear and awe. It did not take long for him to recognise the tome's golden magma, and he was, of course, immediately fascinated. Apparently, the tome did care for some people, even if that did not include him. So much so, that it pried them back from death's door more than once. And all of him, too, even the already spilled blood on the gr-

Bloody hissed, as he realised, the aching feeling in his stomach was not Embrace's blood revolting, but rather burning, singing his insides until he felt like he was about to go up in flames. He let out a stifled scream, as he bent over, clawing at his own flesh. The golden liquid dissolved him - not into ashes, but rather into the very essence of his being, clawing through his veins as it burned away age and rot and cleansed him from all marks of time. Oh, what a familiar feeling. Though when it had first gripped him, had been dead and buried, covered in gold and steel for his journey to the afterlife. The sensation had been much stronger back then, but when the pain subsided, he still felt born anew.

He lay there in the grass, dishevelled yet pretty as a porcelain doll, breathing heavily despite not needing to and staring up with a fire in those pale blue eyes that almost made him seem alive.

And for just a moment, he had found faith once more.

debbie-sketch

The Vampire Ball scene of Van Helsing lives rent free on my head.

☆♡ Time to ruin Bloody's day♡☆

Someone was following him.

When he was a postman, he was always wary of people following him. Now as a vampire, he was extra aware of his surroundings, especially with the two major factions out to get him. He could even include the times when he experienced the paranoia of checking every other room in the church for anyone listening in to his conversations. Embrace was no stranger to the premonition of someone on his tail; his growing anxiety cautioned him that he was being watched for a while already.

(That last one wasn't him, though. That entire period of the Tome piloting his body through religious espionage could only be described as an extremely realistic lucid dream where Victor could only watch as something with his face used his voice to preach things he barely believes in.)

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the canopy of the forest. Birdsong echoed alongside the gentle rushing of a nearby stream, and there was even a squirrel stopping by for a quick drink. Embrace would have loved to pause and just take in the peaceful sounds and sights, but the imposing presence nearby could not be taken so lightly.

He strolled down along the river quietly so as not to scare off the squirrel. All of a sudden he took off faster than a scared animal, vanishing from the banks and into another corner of the forest. He did not know who was after him this time, and if he was fast enough, he didn't have to know.

@idv-crescent-moon

Embrace had a bad feeling building at the back of his mind that somehow Bloody Sword would not actually let him go for some weird reason, and he was right to be unsettled. The moment the vampire lunged at his jugular with his fangs bared, he knew it was too late. He let out a strangled sound as his fangs tore through his flesh; screaming was not exactly a very good option when there was an angry vampire tearing a hole through his neck this close to his vocal chords. To his knowledge, vampire blood tasted stale and vapid to others of the same kind, so Bloody Sword was just being incredibly petty and really trying to get the most out of his capture. How annoying.

It wasn't as if he could simply dislodge the vampire off of himself either, what with the larger and definitely stronger of the two practically straddling and pinning him to the ground (and not to mention the death grip he had on his neck). All Embrace could do was to push weakly against his assailant weakly and pray that Bloody Sword would quickly grow bored of torturing him, to let him go before he took too much damage or lost too much blood that it needed the Tome bring him back to life in the most excruciating manner. Then again, he knew that his prayers were never answered, and the longer Bloody Sword had his way with him the more concerned he was of passing out in front of him.

It tasted like shit. Like bile and decay and death.

Vampires usually don't bite each other - if you wish to steal life, why would you prey on the dead? Bloody Sword, as an especially picky 'eater', hated nothing more than tasting his own kind, yet made frequent exceptions: Primarily for a certain freshly turned troublemaker turned lapdog, and now for Embrace. It wasn't about the taste. It was about power. All vampires were scared of death. None more afraid of the reaper's cold grasp than those who live eternal. Having someone's teeth in your neck, sucking out what little still ties you to your already dead flesh... what better way to assert dominance?

And yet, it was not death Embrace feared - it was what came after. But Bloody did not know that. And he did not need to in order to gulp down another mouthful of vile blood just to revel in the other's writhing and struggling. Feeling strong, feeling powerful and - most of all - in control. To prove he was the monster and the other merely another one of his victims. That was what he was after. And when he felt this urge sated, he slowly retracted his bite, breathing slow and heavy to soothe his rebelling stomach.

This... fucking... bitch...!

Embrace was sure Bloody Sword wasn't usually this messy and unsophisticated of an eater, especially not one who had enough pride for the entire bloodline. He was equally sure he tasted just like their mutual feelings for each other: absolutely disgusting and positively revolting. No, the intention for him to spill as much of his blood as possible was a deliberate and frustrating decision, one that Embrace had no choice in the matter. He tried to stay as still as possible when he realized he was entirely at the mercy of the other vampire, if only to avoid losing too much blood (a lesson he had learnt over and over again). The moment Bloody Sword released him, he clamped his other hand to his newer wound and turned on his side.

Victor would never imagined that he would eventually learn to gauge how severe his injuries are, particularly figuring out how much blood he had lost from any given injury. Considering that he had already been bleeding for a while, and he did just take a rather fatal wound that any human would not have survived, he was miraculously still somewhat conscious when any other being would not have survived. That wasn't to say his odds were any better, though- he was sure that if he tried to get up, his lightheadedness would probably make him pass out right there and then. A sinking feeling rose in his chest to replace the panic as he realized unless the vampire leader left within the next two minutes or so, his worst fears would come true. He stared blankly at the ground in front as his neck continued to bleed profusely through his fingers. There was no way he was getting out of this- he was going to die again in the least ideal circumstances ever. He let out a small sigh of resignation and closed his eyes. Here we go again, I guess.