crimson queen

the dry rasp of bat wings on stone, red lips in a darkly lit room, and the drape of brown curls over brass bed posts. What else would you expect from a two thousand one hundred and eighty one year old original vampire? when she's not drinking the blood of innocents, dru can be found lurking in sacred heart cathedral thinking about a family long buried.

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[sphinxmemesmusings]

Headcanon Meme

❤ - What does your muse look forward to in their soulmate? ❥ - How often/easily does your muse get heartbroken? ❣ - What calms your muse down? ღ - Sexuality? ⌚ - Does your muse worry about time? ❅ - Favorite time of the year? ✿ - Does your muse like nature in general? ✞ - Does your muse have any kind of religion? ✍ - Can your muse write? How well? ✎ - Can your muse draw? How well? ☁ - What kind of weather does your muse consider the best? ツ - Can your muse speak any other language other than their main one? ∞ - Does your muse believe in the afterlife? ✺ - Something your muse finds pretty ✆ - What is your muse’s phone gallery filled with? ❦ - What is your muse’s favorite fruit? ❧ - What is your muse’s favorite kind of food? ‽ - Something your muse has problems understanding ☺ - Something that makes your muse happy ☹ - Something that makes your muse sad/upset ✉ - How often does your muse text? ⌨ - How often does your muse use the computer? ♫ - What is your muse’s taste in music? ♯ - Something that gets your muse angry ⋆ - Your muse’s future dream and why ☮ - How much your muse worries about appearance

[de-morte]

I am darkness, made flesh.

Channing M (via de-morte)

[hoemewrecker]

Emilia Clarke for Dolce & Gabbana: The One

[originaldruscilla-blog]

whispertempted‌:

              “ Och, no - shoes can be replaced! Victims —- ” A pause, a twist of his lips. There was a flaw to that logic, he realized. “ Too. Ah, well, maybe you’re correct. ” Pressing a hand to his chest, vampire made quite the show of pressing a hand to his chest in shock, brows lifting, pouty lips parting. “ Are you saying what I think you’re saying, my dear? That you’re not happy to see me? You wound me. Did you not like our time together in Prague? Or when we met at the Han river? Dru. ” Her name, spoken in a whine, eyes gaining a puppy-like quality.

“I see the years apart have bestowed some knowledge on you--- that I’m always right.” Her eyes gleamed with admiration and a hint of mirth. She watched, amused, as her fellow original jumped from one conclusion to another and waited patiently for the look of wide eyed innocence she knew was coming. When it hit her she was pleased to realize that Jae had less of an effect (so far) on her now than in the past.  “Since when have I ever been unhappy to see you? The problem lies not there but in the fact that perhaps I had a little too much fun in Prague.” Images of pale and twisted corpses flashed through her mind, the feel of their blood on her hands nearly tactile in the strength of the memory. “Fun that seems to be repeating itself in this rickety excuse for a town---- despite the fact that I’ve managed to relatively behave myself and you just arrived.”

[tsarverennyi-deactivated2021052]

                                                              “ My shoe? ” 

                 There was a moment of sheer confusion, misunderstanding clear upon deceptively innocent features ; a spectacle of brows dipping, lips twisting, nose scrunching, and then —- enlightenment. “ Ah, yes - now I remember. The giant mud puddle down the road demanded a sacrifice. ”

open, if you dare

[originaldruscilla-blog]

“A sacrifice--- right. I see you’re as careless with your belongings as you are your victims,” she answered with a dramatic roll of her eyes. All week there had been whispers of another original vampire in town and Druscilla had been hell-bent on finding out who. With only seven of them in the world that only left so many options--- Jae being the one who worried the vampire the most. “It’s been a century or two, Jae. What brought you to Arcane Falls of all places?” 

[originaldruscilla-blog]

noahsinclr‌:

“now how could i forget a name like that. i’m so sorry, dear.” noah shook her head; she knew the answer was her forgetful brain mixed with alcohol, but she couldn’t help but feel a bit bad. the name was most certainly uncommon– didn’t seem like an easy one to forget, but here we were. “well, that’s your idea of a dream destination. truth is…i’m lookin’ for someone.”

Druscilla dipped her head in concession. “I’ll give you that--- there’s a reason why London is on the list for some people, though for the life of me I’ll never understand why.” The wine glass rattled against the bar top as she set it down, empty, her eyes scanning the bodies packed around the bar. With so many mortals in one place she could hear their heartbeats thrumming in a current under the mixture of bad karaoke and drunken yelling. “I’d consider myself well versed in the town population. Who are you looking for? Maybe I can help.” 

[originaldruscilla-blog]

TASK 001 - PINTEREST BOARD / AESTHETICS 🍷

Click HERE to check out a pinterest board for Dru. It’s something I’ve been adding pins to nearly every day so it’ll be constantly evolving with her as a character.

[all-my-favourite-tunes]

Visit Original Link

And I wonder, when I sing along with you, if everything could ever feel this real forever… If anything could ever be this good again…

[lifeinpoetry]

I can be feminine in all my rage. I can be girl and woman, and claws with teeth. Watch me burn.

Venetta Octavia, from “Sekhmet, Not Pin-Up Girl,” Prelude to Light (via lifeinpoetry)

[kaijuborn]

HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN

20 days left

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“A vampire lives in a constant state of desire and disgust. Their nature often revolts them, but they don’t have the will to deny their indulgences. There’s the killing, but there’s also the pleasure, the sensuality, the lust. The sheer ecstasy of it all.”

[cybcrlies-deactivated20191210]

          “ despite what this looks like, i promise i’ve been on my absolute best behavior. ” the older appearing woman voiced - southern belle accent as sweet as the tea she used to drink - as soon as her secondary sire came into view. of course, her actual sire was long gone; no, dru was simply the one who had pried the abandoned, newbie vamp off the streets and taught her the ropes. if it wasn’t for the ORIGINAL, the blonde knows she would have gotten herself killed. a second time. “i’ve just been a little starved, is all. you know how my nerves always got the best of my hunger.” several bodies lie around her, blood drained and eyes frozen wide in horror. not exactly a pretty sight to see, but winona’s gotten used to her monstrous survival. a little too used to it, when it suits her. “wanted to come to you looking like a sight for sore eyes, not a sore sight to see. but i see you’ve beat me to the punchline.”

@originaldruscilla

[originaldruscilla-blog]

Druscilla took inventory of the pale corpses littered around her kin with a quiet laugh. The sight was all too familiar- resembling both the day Dru had found Winona and many of their hunts back in San Francisco. “And who says this isn’t a sight for sore eyes? It certainly brings me back,” she mused, throat tightening at the sight of scattered blood drops. “Though I will say you’re lucky it’s me who found you and not the plucky hunters who have been rolling into town. Which brings me to my original question--- have you found Sandy yet?” 

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[humdrummoloch]

1568

"A vampire? Are you gonna drink my blood?"

"Nah, that's a stereotype. I'm actually going to eat your heart."

"That's not better!"

[fymodernflapper]

Austrian stage actress Marie Schleinzer, circa 1900.

[originaldruscilla-blog]

hrafnkelsdcttirs‌:

                 「 ∘⡊ ▌ —  “it is an exclusive,” she drawled out, tone slow and confident, laced with arrogance as nikola carefully unwrapped her prized possession. unfinished sketches decorated yellow-stained papers, marred by time. weren’t them too marred by time? she could not tell when looking at druscilla. perhaps nikola didn’t want to know, not when conversations with the other were full of ease and comfort. nikola didn’t want to ruin it by thinking how time would torment their lives for the rest of eternity. but how could she not, when her eyes fell to the sketches and she was reminded of a friend long gone, his talented hands leaving a hole in her rotten soul. and in society, but she did not much care for them.

“a present,” she continued with a clear of her throat, leaning against the table and taking a long sip of her wine, allowing dru access to the pages. “he gave it to me after i gifted him with a body or two. has your writer ever left anything behind for you?” her question came from genuine interest. she did not need to brag, not to druscilla. they had seen much of the same things, that she knew.

@originaldruscilla

Dru handled the pages like the treasures they were, balancing them on the tips of her fingers for fear of leaving any evidence of her touch. “Ahh, Da Vinci,” she breathed, her mind travelling back to images of the Italian Renaissance. “How I wish I could go back in time to make a detour to Italy.” Regret was a funny thing when you were over two thousand years old. It was one of the most infuriatingly mortal qualities she still possessed. Dru swapped out the pictures for her glass of wine, careful to place them gently out of reach from their drinks. 

“A signed manuscript of The Taming of the Shrew. It was written just three years after we had the good fortune of meeting. When we met for the performance he swore that I had inspired him to write the character of Bianca, the ingenue,” she explained before a quick roll of her eyes. “But you know how fickle writer’s are. He might have just been saying that to win over my favor.” She took a long sip of her wine, the full bodied flavor speaking to both the money and taste her friend held. “And if it was true he clearly didn’t know me well.”

[noahsinclr]

it was another late night at the deep dive sea bar; this was turning out to be one of noah’s favorite places in arcane falls. she began to make it a routine to spend her afternoons at the bar, watching others and making new friends. the blonde found herself taking a strong liking towards the town. 

tonight, she decided to switch things up by sitting across the bar instead of her usual spot. there she was, chatting up another person while 2 ½ drinks in. “ don’t tell me– i totally know it. ” noah twirled the two straws in her cocktail, biting her lower lip. she really wanted to remember, but of course, she couldn’t. thank god she never forgot how to breathe. within a minute, she let out a groan, dropping her shoulders. “okay, i forgot. tell me again ? “

[originaldruscilla-blog]

“Druscilla--- but you can call me Dru,” the vampire repeated between sips of cheap red wine. The Deep Sea Dive Bar was far from her list of favorite haunts but the liquor was blessedly cheap, a fact she was thankful for as she attempted to reign in her annoyance. It had been a long day and it wouldn’t be fair to take it out on the one person who sought out a pleasant conversation with her. “So tell me, Noah- what brought you to Arcane Falls? Don’t get me wrong, I love the place but it doesn’t exactly scream dream destination.”