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OOC, it's nice to see someone challenging the sexism and racism in bloodlines! I've always personally championed the idea that Mitsoda really does not seem to like queer identity at all, primarily through considering LaCroix not Manly Enough and focusing the lens of evil through that, so a lot of what I write is pushback against what I think is insufficient villain motives. I could go on but I don't have the character count, haha. Hope you have a good holiday break, keep up the good work.
ooc. Remember kids, you can’t effectively destroy the system without going at it critically and constructively first, and if the system doesn’t give then y’all just gotta take it into your own hands because the creator can’t be trusted anymore (I’m looking at you JK ‘Transphobe’ Rowling). With that said I’m crawling back into my hole for Christmas. But really tho. Find me a positive example of queerness in Bloodlines. I dare you.
plotting call
plotting call
when canon gives you an underdeveloped character and you just have to make do:
♔ psa
ooc. I feel like it’s probably important to note that when I disappear for a month or so it’s more because I didn’t want to be just queueing a bunch of imagery without posting much writing because really this is a small blog in a small fandom so activity writing-wise is kind of slow and I don’t like having a blog that’s just several pages of imagery then like one or two writing posts, and I don’t want to be reblogging a starter call and stuff every day. That being said, I’m always signed into this account on my phone so I’m getting notifications if you want to message me for plotting and stuff. Just because I’m not posting doesn’t mean I’m not lurking.
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“My brother, actually.“ Words were spoken casually as they went over a bump at high speeds like it was nothing. “He’s a good driver though.“ Ash just liked the ghost of the adrenaline rush from revving engines and going at stupidly high speeds. “Why you ask?“
Imogen’s hand shot up to the roof of the car, the other clinging to the seat as she kept herself from bouncing up and out of it as the car careened sightly over the bump. “The same can’t be said for you apparently!” she said, eyes glued to the road waiting for the next bump, or a curve, or a person. “Pull over. I’m not dying because we shot out over the side of Mulholland Drive.”
the-masxuerade:
“It’s more like my dead heart’s already taken.” Jack sighed, placing the cigarette back into the pack out of respect “…by someone I miss every night…”
Jack stood up from his chair and began pacing the room, auspex causing his eyes to faintly glow “Z’s a Nos.” He explained “Runs his own personal black market in the alleys and sewers. Sells goods, weapons, drugs, blood bags, info and secrets. Usually wears a hooded jacket and mask so he can sell to both kindred and kine. Doesn’t matter who, so long as the money is good. Trouble is, he’s got a lotta dirt on a lotta people…”
Suddenly, Jack’s glowing eyes turned their attention to a rat hiding itself in the rafters “…Even you, apparently.”
“Spare me the melodramatics, Mr. Bonetti, we’re here to discuss my sister and her pets.” Sympathy, and empathy, were two words that were likely never to come up in the same sentence containing the name Therese Voerman in it. She spoke harshly, her tongue cutting, and her eyes only following Bonetti as he rose from his seat to wander her office. She had had it redecorated when Jeanette left for Hollywood Boulevard to begin work on the new club. Now she didn’t have that ghastly bed in here. The desk had taken its place, and where her desk had been, two sofas and a coffee table. It was bare bones -- she rarely stayed here unless on business nowadays. All the while he spoke, Therese was making notes in her head -- all on what Bonetti said regarding this ‘Z’; his name, where he was active, what he looked like. All could be valuable to her when time came for questions. Her gaze, however, followed his till it met the rat. She paused briefly, then approached her desk, opening the drawer, and taking the pistol and firing -- and she was a brilliant shot. "I’m sure he knows all about my manager’s work habits then,” she said coolly, even as the rat bounced from the wall to the floor across the room. “I don’t discuss delicate business here, Mr. Bonetti. You are an exception considering you came here and caught me passing through. My secrets are secrets.”
PSYCHOLOGICAL ARCHETYPE / IMOGEN LLOYD
THE DESTROYER: The Destroyer embodies repressed rage about structures that no longer serve life even when these structures are still supported by society or by our conscious choices. Although this archetype can be ruthless, it weeds the garden in ways that allow for new growth. The Destroyer is a paradoxical character whose destructiveness reflects the instinctual death drive and the inner fear of annihilation. As a fighter, the Destroyer tends to be careless of their own safety, and can sometimes put others in unnecessary danger as well. Their quest is to use their passion in a balanced way that will sustain them. SHADOW SIDE: The self-destructor. This will manifest itself in your life as the tendency to be prone to addictions, compulsions, or activities that undermine intimacy, job success, or self-esteem. The shadow side of the Destroyer tends to motivate a lot of emotional and physical abuse when completely out of control. LIFE GOAL: Metamorphosis FEAR: Death, annihilation RESPONSE TO PROBLEM: Destroy it or be destroyed by it LIFE TASK: Letting go, acceptance of mortality PERSONAL GIFTS: Humility, metamorphosis, revolution, capacity to let go PERSONAL PITFALLS: Doing harm to self/others, out of control anger, terrorist tactics
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♔ opheleian gary golden
"Hey, boss,” the voice echoed from all corners of the apartment. “Bit of an anticlimax, don’t you think?" However long he’d been skulking around, or whether he’d slipped in behind her, nobody could know, yet he’d been watching her all the same. There, on the sofa, laid back and lounging with an arm draped across its back, he appeared. "Nobody likes a letdown to a good show, you know,” he said, shadow of a charming grin spreading to expose his ragged teeth, two capped with gold. “I even came out from the hills just to watch! Tsk, tsk.”
♔ opheleian tony
“She isn’t here,” he said, voice carryin over from the corner he was slouched in a booth. After getting out of Venture Tower he’d booked it back to the Last Round. Tarek and Sophie had split, and he hadn’t been in any shape to see what was waiting for them up on the penthouse floor. Now he was nursing a glass of something crimson. "Someone saw her crawling out of the sewers but she hasn’t shown up.”
ooc. *cracks knuckles* I’m writing bitches
ooc. Okay, the bitch is no longer sick but is heading to bed now the blog house is in order. I’m gonna write more starters tomorrow, some will be one-liners like that Imogen and others will be longer though probably not much more than a short paragraph. Anyone, hit me up for starters/plotting on that post and I’ll get back to you tomorrow!
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♔ open imogen lloyd
"You know running around alleys in L.A. is like a death wish, right?”
Well, look what she can do… if she wanted us dead. When we cut into her. She tried to stop us each time. It’s like there’s something she doesn’t want us to find.
The Autopsy of Jane Doe (2016)
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