Ell Carmilla RP Blog

Just posting this up again in case people did not see my post. I will be focusing on work until I start my vacation on the 28th aka WEDNESDAY. From Wednesday until 11/05 I will be off and completely free (for the most part) to RP. I will also be picking the winner of my follow forever giveaway. Just wanted to let everybody know I didn’t disappear.

danviers

There was a fine line between accepting what one was, and knowing every nuance of your own hand crafted guilt at what you could do when you tried. The vampire had always marveled at the kindness of strangers, yet something about their weakness was truly devastating. Pitiful, almost, if she really listened to Maman’s recollection of each pathetic mortal thrown in their path, awaiting an unfathomable doom. It was a shame.

This girl seemed no different, though Carmilla was far from heartless, and not entirely of the opinion that all humans were beneath those of the vampiric persuasion. Perhaps it was her youth, compared to Mattie and Maman. Maybe the world hadn’t quite crushed every bit of humanity out of her just yet.

As she found herself freed, Carmilla slid out onto her feet like dark smoke against the backdrop of miserable off-white, and held onto the girl who had come so foolishly to her rescue. Ell. The girl who looked around her own age – physically, at least –, and had shed her cloaks to block out the icy wind. Many a winter had come and gone, and yet Carmilla had never succumbed to the cold in her numerous decades, nor had she cared whether she ran barefoot through it or not. This was an act, and she played the part of the damsel well. Why else would Maman keep her?

While the carriage had flipped for dramatic effect, becoming trapped hadn’t been something Carmilla had bargained on. Her sorry limp seemed a truly wonderful addition to her performance, no matter how painful; No matter how she wished to run before this plot could develop any further. She could not.

“You dwell in these parts?” she enquired, leaning heavily against her. “What’s a young girl doing out here all alone, Ell?”

danviers

& ell:

❛ ☠ Ell couldn’t believe what she was seeing. This girl, no older than her, was trapped there in the blistering cold under this carriage. Running over to assist Carmilla she pried the door open from the carriage and pulled it off of her. Yanking the thick coat off of her shoulders Ell quickly wrapped it around the girl and smiled down towards her. Everything about this woman was stunningly beautiful. She found herself looking away as to not blush. Clearing her throat, the human girl extended her hand and placed it under Carmilla’s arm to help her out.

❛ ☠ ❜ "You’re going to be okay–my house is just down the road and you are welcome to stay as long as you need. My name is Ell. Do you hurt anywhere? I mean, I can’t carry you very quickly to safety and warmth but I can still help you up and get you inside.. ❛ ☠ ❜

God did the girl sound awkward and yet she still carried herself like a noble person would. She wondered how the carriage had fallen off of track and wound up cracked but figured that was the last thing on this girl’s mind. Using her other hand Ell pulled Carmilla close to her body and held her there for a moment, using her foot to kick away the rest of the door so she could be free.

“Do you think you could hold onto me until we get back to my home? It will help relieve the pressure that I am sure you are feeling in your legs and hip.” The girl did not know much when it came to medical advice but she had a few tutors on the subject in the past. Enough to where she could mend bends and breaks with ease if she ever needed to and the proper care of such injuries. Her father had made sure she had basic knowledge.

There was a fine line between accepting what one was, and knowing every nuance of your own hand crafted guilt at what you could do when you tried. The vampire had always marveled at the kindness of strangers, yet something about their weakness was truly devastating. Pitiful, almost, if she really listened to Maman’s recollection of each pathetic mortal thrown in their path, awaiting an unfathomable doom. It was a shame.

This girl seemed no different, though Carmilla was far from heartless, and not entirely of the opinion that all humans were beneath those of the vampiric persuasion. Perhaps it was her youth, compared to Mattie and Maman. Maybe the world hadn’t quite crushed every bit of humanity out of her just yet.

As she found herself freed, Carmilla slid out onto her feet like dark smoke against the backdrop of miserable off-white, and held onto the girl who had come so foolishly to her rescue. Ell. The girl who looked around her own age – physically, at least –, and had shed her cloaks to block out the icy wind. Many a winter had come and gone, and yet Carmilla had never succumbed to the cold in her numerous decades, nor had she cared whether she ran barefoot through it or not. This was an act, and she played the part of the damsel well. Why else would Maman keep her?

While the carriage had flipped for dramatic effect, becoming trapped hadn’t been something Carmilla had bargained on. Her sorry limp seemed a truly wonderful addition to her performance, no matter how painful; No matter how she wished to run before this plot could develop any further. She could not.

“You dwell in these parts?” she enquired, leaning heavily against her. “What’s a young girl doing out here all alone, Ell?”

#theuselesscarmilla #ihrstern #v; a time long forgotten--origin verse

"I am alone the majority of the time. My father owns the estate just down the road but has gone away on another business trip. I find it peaceful out here.” The girl answered honestly as she peered back towards Carmilla. She saw her limp and used her own strength to hold the girl up, making sure that the coat covered the injured girl as she did. An icy breeze blew past them making Ell shiver but she never stopped, she was going to help her back to the safety and warmth of her home.

After a few frigid minutes outside they finally arrived back at the mansion home. Pushing open the doors, Ell entered her home and called for her help. Apparently they had decided to leave early for the evening, leaving the home empty for just the two of them. “The fire in going in the living area. I can bring you in there for the moment to warm up and then I can show you up to a room you are welcome to stay in as long as you need.” The storm outside raged on, creating a white blanket across the landscape faster then what even Lilita could have ever wished for in the devious plot.

"Are you hungry at all? My help has left for the evening but I would be more than happy to make you something to eat or drink. I can only imagine how long you could have been out there. My father left almost a day ago and nobody ventures anywhere near my home.” Ell commented in her sweet toned voice.

Glancing back towards the large window that had the smallest opening between the heavy velvet drapes Ell could see that night had fallen over the land quickly. Perhaps it had already been there when she had just been outside, eve, considering the snow on the ground reflecting the light rays.

“What’s your name, Miss?”

danviers

& ell:

It had been a long night. One of feasts, of blood, and an ever growing numbness to the way these plans carried out so effortlessly by Maman seemed to work, like a game of chess, each move so meticulously predicted ahead of time. Mircalla had fallen to her darkness many decades ago; Her prized piece, her little Kaiserin. Her bait for every young damsel she wished to whisk away to the crumbling old Lustig Theatre for her sacrificial needs, because Mircalla– Carmilla, as she was now known, was her glittering diamond of a child. This was exactly how Mother’s twisted tales always occurred. In the dusk of the chosen evening, a carriage would take the young vampire to the chosen mark and, in the aftermath of some carriage wreck or another, a storm, Carmilla would be taken in. She’d form a bond with the doomed girl of Maman’s choice, and then death would come for her in due course. On this particular eve, everything happened as it always did. The crash, the abandonment by her ancient mentor at the last moment, Carmilla’s leg trapped beneath the cracked carriage door after it had swiftly overturned in ice and powdered snow. A vampire lying there, helplessly in wait for her new companion’s rescue before Maman’s cycle of kidnappings could begin all over again. She heard the footsteps, a far off cry of some townsperson or other from a nearby settlement, and struggled, searching for the owner of that soft voice. She cried out, even, as she often did.

“Please –. Could you help me–?”

This act was always the same. So much so, that playing the lonesome damsel in black cloaks and alabaster skin had become everything she knew. Mother would have it no other way.

#theuselesscarmilla #ihrstern #v; a time long forgotten--origin verse

❛ ☠ Ell couldn’t believe what she was seeing. This girl, no older than her, was trapped there in the blistering cold under this carriage. Running over to assist Carmilla she pried the door open from the carriage and pulled it off of her. Yanking the thick coat off of her shoulders Ell quickly wrapped it around the girl and smiled down towards her. Everything about this woman was stunningly beautiful. She found herself looking away as to not blush. Clearing her throat, the human girl extended her hand and placed it under Carmilla’s arm to help her out.

❛ ☠ ❜ "You’re going to be okay--my house is just down the road and you are welcome to stay as long as you need. My name is Ell. Do you hurt anywhere? I mean, I can’t carry you very quickly to safety and warmth but I can still help you up and get you inside.. ❛ ☠ ❜

God did the girl sound awkward and yet she still carried herself like a noble person would. She wondered how the carriage had fallen off of track and wound up cracked but figured that was the last thing on this girl’s mind. Using her other hand Ell pulled Carmilla close to her body and held her there for a moment, using her foot to kick away the rest of the door so she could be free.

“Do you think you could hold onto me until we get back to my home? It will help relieve the pressure that I am sure you are feeling in your legs and hip.” The girl did not know much when it came to medical advice but she had a few tutors on the subject in the past. Enough to where she could mend bends and breaks with ease if she ever needed to and the proper care of such injuries. Her father had made sure she had basic knowledge.

@theuselesscarmilla

IT WAS JUST ANOTHER NIGHT. Ell’s father was away on business leaving her alone with their house help. A cold Autumn had begun to settle in over her mansion home. Ell decided to venture into the evening to go star gazing and excused herself from the dinner her butler had prepared for her. Placing a thick fur coat around her shoulders, Ell walked out into the courtyard of her family’s property. The moon was full and bright above the scene casting an eerie glow off of the snow that had fallen on the ground the past few evenings. Crushing down the cold frozen ground as she strided through the court yard, Ell heard a noise not far away.

Given that nobody lived anywhere within walking distance of her family home it was rather strange to hear what appeared to be a female voice calling out for help. She picked up her pace and started down the winding stone path that lead towards the open forest into town. What Ell found after a good walk surprised her. A carriage sat perfectly overturned on the side of her road and yet it was not her father’s.

“ ——– Excuse me, do you need some assistance? “

she called out, walking around the carriage in search of it’s driver. The horse that had been carrying it was long since gone off into the woods spooked by some unknown thing. Ell stood there awaiting an answer as she drew her coat closer to her body, a cold chill carrying snow down onto the path once again.

#theuselesscarmilla #here have this #idk xD i like using the book as my bg for ell #and the whole carriage thing always seems like a good beginning #ihrstern #v; a time long forgotten--origin verse

arpmemething

Send me a ◘ and I’ll write a starter about our muses cuddling

#[ spiel ist aus; meme ]

like for a starter!

I would love to do some more classic Ell storylines

or modern Ell where she was made into a vampire.

silasunivchemengineering

Starter for ihrstern: Lesson 1

ihrstern

Time: 10 AM, Styrian local time. March 1872

Location: Eastern Europe, Austria-Hungary, Styria

Newly arrived at his new employer’s home, Yahya Hydar sat patiently for his young charge to arrive. As he waited in the local aristocrat’s small library, the minutes grew long and he grew impatient with simply sitting. Bored by the stillness of waiting, he stood from his chair to walk around the library and scan its content.

Histories. Languages. Ancestry. Battles.

Typical. Pedestrian. Boring.

Such content spoke poorly of his new employer. It spoke of a typically conventional mind, stuck in the past and afraid of change. None of it impressed the new teacher.

No sciences. No mathematics. The world is in the midst of a vast intellectual revolution, yet those with the greatest resources seems content to wallow in past triumphs rather than brave the frontiers of new knowledge.

He sighed. He supposed the aristocrat would want his daughter to have a similarly dull education. Such a waste.

Still, perhaps he could pursue his intellectual curiosity in his free time. What little free time he’d have available.

Creak!

He turned as he heard the library door opening.

#silasunivchemengineering #ihrstern #carmilla rp

Ell had been homeschooled for the majority of her life by tutors and well known professors. This time was no different. After protesting against her father she sighed, putting on her best and most appropriate evening attire. Walking through the cavernous halls she arrived at the all too familiar library. Pushing the door open a soft creaking noise could be heard through the corridor.

❛ Am I right to assume that you are the professor my father has hired? I wish to allow you to have the knowledge that I have no interest in learning this evening. The stars are casting a beautiful show ready for the viewing of a century. ❜

Was she expressing how she truly felt? Of course. Unfortunately her father had been just in the hall and overheard her argument. He talked with her for a moment before exiting. Entering the large library she walked over to the study table and took a seat. The girl couldn’t help but wonder what subjects she was to learn this time. Ell wished for nothing more than to be a scholar of the world; traveling to the states to the magnificent new Museum of Modern Arts that had opened and learning the foreign languages all while under the soft blanket of the night sky that brought her such comfort.

❛ If I may ask--what has father hired you to teach me? History? About local governments, battles, and all of that? You will be my fifth tutor in three years. ❜

controlfreakperry

Years had passed since the first time she had met Lilita. Ell had loved Carmilla and she knew she wouldn’t be able to see her as the same person again after learning the truth. If Carmilla had just been honest then maybe things could have been different. Instead, the young girl found herself being sacrificed. Only, instead of being killed, Carmilla’s sister Mattie had chosen to turn the girl for her sister’s sake.

It had all happened over a century ago and now the, not so new vampire, found herself arriving at Silas university to pose as a normal student. She walked through the halls holding her bag before her sense picked up on a familiar presence.

“Something seems all too familiar here.”

#i hope this is ok omg #controlfreakperry #ihrstern #v; vampire

I need cute fluffy threads with Ell.

I need Vampire!AU threads with Ell.

I need everything threads with Ell.

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Indie Carmilla the Web Series Roleplay Blog

E L L ; ( noun) : the forgotten lover, the betrayed

mun is 21+ | multi-verse friendly | written by: Sia

#self promo #ihrstern #carmilla rp #carmilla #ell #ell rp #carmilla ell #carmilla ell rp

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“No, Ell. You don’t need to see that.” It’s bad enough that the girl knows of her nature —despite the fact that Carmilla had tried to keep it from her. She will not frighten her further.

#viciousvampkxtty #ihrstern #v; a time long forgotten--origin verse

“I want you to show me, Carmilla. So you will see that I accept you for you.” Ell spoke staring into Carmilla’s eyes. "I love you for you, Carmilla. I can’t be scared of you.”

“You decide how important you are to her.” Astrid honestly does not care if the girl flees. If it turns out that Carmilla really does love her, does need her, it won’t be hard for the vampire to track the human down. This world is not a big as everyone seems to believe. Not when you’ve lived a hundred years.

“But what does that mean? I love her. I fell for her that first night we met; when her carriage broke on my house’s road. I would do anything for her.” Ell answered honestly, figuring Astrid didn’t care about what she had to say in regards to her sister.

“Don’t bother.” She really does not care what the human thinks of her - she’s Carmilla’s toy, nothing more. And Astrid has seen enough girls go through the other vampire’s life that she’s stopped paying attention. Narrowed eyes flick towards the hand, almost shrinking away from it, not impressed.

“If Carmilla doesn’t care about me as much as you make it seem she doesn’t, then I should leave.” Ell had just begun to accept what her girlfriend was. Still that thought played through her mind. Was she really just the current toy for the woman? Ell took a step back and sighed, looking up at Astrid.

“Never. I always killed them myself.” The vampire bites back, no hesitation in her comment.

“Still, I bet you never had to watch somebody that you love die, have you?” She asked, enjoying how she was pushing the vampire. It was the least that she could do. She clearly thought she was better.

“Never. I always killed them myself.” The vampire bites back, no hesitation in her comment.

#bloodiedlyrics #ihrstern #why do i see kuzco going NO TOUCHY

“Well somebody wins the heartless award. It’s okay. I’m warming up to you.” She started. "I can certainly see how you and Carm are sisters.” Ell reached her hand out towards Astrid.

“——-You know nothing about me.” Astrid reminds the other girl with a small, warning growl, eyes narrowing. The girl really shouldn’t be pushing things.

“Still, I bet you never had to watch somebody that you love die, have you?” She asked, enjoying how she was pushing the vampire. It was the least that she could do. She clearly thought she was better.

“She would get over it. You’re not the first damsel she’s fallen for, and you won’t be the last.” Even if Astrid doesn’t kill her, Carmilla won’t turn the girl —won’t condemn her to fate like theirs. Which means she will die. A year from now, or maybe fifty, it doesn’t matter.

“Something tells me you NEVER loved somebody before. Is that true?” She was clearly messing with the girl now due to that little statement. She wouldn’t get over it, would she?