𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻 ; a highly selective & private original fandomless vampire oc, as adored by adora. low-activity & triggering content. mun and muse 18+ only.
𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍 / 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚘 @becomesdeath
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𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻 ; a highly selective & private original fandomless vampire oc, as adored by adora. low-activity & triggering content. mun and muse 18+ only.
𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍 / 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚘 @becomesdeath
tentative start er call ! like for a mini one-liner !
y’all probably know the drill by now. bold what applies to your muse, italicize what sometimes or sort-of applies, strike through what’s antithetical to your muse. repost, don’t reblog, and have fun! tw: mentions of alcohol.
major arcana: a long journey - a feeling of raw energy - putting a name to something unknown - an elaborate patchwork - unexpected catastrophes - unexpected blessings - vivid dreams - sudden awakenings - the feeling of shedding your skin - the echoes in holy places - bright lights - deep shadows - feeling the earth move beneath your feet - wandering in museums - the strange clarity of moonlight - thunder and lightning - an unfamiliar road - coming back to the place you started as an entirely different person
cups: being overwhelmed by emotion - finding something to celebrate every day - finding something to mourn every day - connecting with others - the scent of ocean air - making food for your friends when they’re stressed - the remembrance of something lost - sublime confusion - cool colors - a cozy café - a bustling bar - calm waters, hidden depths - getting tipsy in the afternoon - summer rain - comfy sweaters - flowing skirts - a house by the sea - deep conversations after midnight
wands: the scent of spices and dark wood - making something just for the sake of creation - dry heat - crackling fire - a bolt of inspiration - refusing to apologize for your passion - stubborn optimism - taking on more than you can handle - hot tea - warm colors - getting up early - staying up late - bright fire, fast burnout - tacky thrift store finds worn with the utmost confidence - the thrill of starting a new project - spring storms - hotel rooms - perpetual restlessness
pentacles: the scent of rich soil after a rain - hard and diligent work - solid ground, strong foundations - the satisfaction of a long-awaited payoff - generosity that comes with a catch - work boots and heavy jeans - silk and jewels - resting on your laurels - seeing your work through to the end - harvest time - fresh bread and rich soup - earth tones - jewel tones - a lush garden - sunlight through the trees - dark chocolate - a home in the farmlands - a sprawling house in the old part of the city
swords: the scent of fresh air - focusing on the intellectual at the expense of the emotional - freshly fallen snow - burying yourself in action - tending to your own wounds - a foreseeable disaster - crisply tailored suits - starkly elegant dresses - refusing to admit defeat - cold air, clear thoughts - old hurts - fresh starts - overthinking your overthinking - the harsh glow of street lamps - black coffee - a cabin in the mountains - an apartment downtown - the quiet before the dawn
TAGGED BY : @thirdwoe ! TAGGING : @tcndrheart for damien !
* 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓻 !
his growl was a low rumble in his chest as soon as the annoying sound of louis vouittons clicking against the asphalt in what he knew was HER stride — he was already so tired of this shit , & he had a feeling that she , aera , was just getting comfortable. sinclair had never been interested in seeking out the maker that had left him to die. he’d never had the inclination to want to reconnect with a face that had occupied his nightmares for years after the fact. after awhile he’d gotten used to the emptiness , to the knowledge that he’d been left by a creator AGAIN — but it’d required him to slip the fact into a box , & put it high up on a shelf in his mind ; out of sight , out of mind.
that task became IMPOSSIBLE when said subject of your disdain was literally , physically clinging to you.
there was NO patience in him for this shit — hands quickly shifted to toss her light & little frame away from him , & it only made him bristle further to watch her perfectly land her fall. he rolled his eyes at the gleeful expression on aera’s face once their eyes met — ‘ excuse you. i have managed to take care of myself without you just fine up to this point. i’m not YOUR anything. also , feigning that you care is just more annoying than anything else. scurry off , i’m working. ’
𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓶 behind sinclair’s impact allows aera to gracefully flip mid-air until the sudden CLICK of heels hitting asphalt follows soon enough ; knees bend to absorb the shock of the collision & as the elder vampire easily catches herself until she stands poised , coiled tight & ready to strike with fangs steeped in venom , aera cannot help but tsk ever so slightly in mock reprimanding. taloned hand waves vaguely in his direction before ruby lips curl. razor-sharp points glint dangerously in the low light ------ and much to her child’s chagrin , she merely GIGGLES. the sound is as sweet as CANDIED SYRUP , dripping from a mouth full of 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙷 with the lilt of a charming schoolgirl … and while they are hardly phased by her thinly-veiled glee , it does little to quell aera’s growing intrigue.
❛ oh , goodness ! look how big and strong you are ! ❜ sweet purr is laced with unintentional condescension , as if she were speaking to nothing more than a child who had presented her with the findings of their latest escapade. thin hands move to hold her face , cheeks puffing in a show of adoration ------ like clair is nothing more than a small animal , adorable & essentially harmless. ❛ not only that , my child is working ! oh , how lovely ! ❜ another 𝑴𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 giggle follows suit before aera all but dances around him , easily swaying & leaping in tandem with her sing-song croon. ❛ though i must say , it is awfully rude of you to say that i’m feigning anything ! ❜ her exclamation is punctuated by a dramatic HUFF.
before clair can stop her or draw his gun from his hilt , aera leaps forward with lightening speed until she’s only a breath away from him ----- and though the elder is far smaller in comparison to their bulky form , it does little to stop her from flashing a wild grin. a single taloned digit lifts to gently tap at his nose. ❛ boop ! ❜ the single word is all she says before she moves her fingers in a flicking motion ------- though the force behind the impact against his forehead is enough to send sinclair back three feet until his back collides against the brick wall. aera’s grinning expression hardly falters , inevitably entertained. she clicks her heels lightly together , biting back another giggle as she holds up her hand to her mouth to conceal the gesture altogether. ❛ oops ! maybe you’re NOT as big & strong as i thought ! ❜
𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷 private & highly selective 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 , as adored by 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊. sideblog to @becomesdeath.
@onlyabeast 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮-𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 !
𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮-𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 , raven tresses brushed over a slender shoulder before a sigh slips from ruby lips ; aera perches herself upon the velvet-upholstered seats of the private booth with the commandeering presence of a spoiled princess who had yet to be appeased by her loyal subjects. tapered fangs click with mild annoyance ( oh, how dreadfully bored she is ! and not a single mortal has yet to present themselves as an appetizing distraction in the interim ! woe is she ! ) obsidian gaze lingers with mild apathy as the patrons amble through the upscale club’s vicinity ----- and only when a head of flaxen blonde locks appears within the midst does the woman perk ; scarlet-painted lips curl into a girlish smile , long , delicate digits drumming together in her lap as she places her hands upon her thighs ------ and as 𝑶𝑵𝑬 astor mayfair draws nearer to the booth she had selected for their evening ( she has no doubt that he will notice her from afar ; her presence , her aura , has always been MAGNETIC & the elder vampire had an uncanny knack for admiring beautiful jewels when they presented themselves to him ) aera cannot help the sound of excitement that leaves her lips. ❛ oh , astor ! ❜ she cannot contain the breathy joy that colors her words as she hops up onto her feet ----- and though the other continues to tower over her , that does little to stop the smaller from throwing arms around his middle to press her face into his chest. ❛ always such a pleasure to see you ! mwah ! ❜ she leans up upon the toes of her heels , red lips pressing a deliberate kiss to his face deep enough to leave the high plains of his cheek-bones with a lipstick-stain. she admires her handy work for a moment , fingers splayed out over his chest as her hand rests upon his unbeating heart , before all but PURRING with her adoration. ❛ how can i ever thank you for making the journey out here ? i missed you ! ❜
@tcndrheart 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮-𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 !
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓱𝓸𝓵 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝔀𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 down her throat is a sensation she has long since grown numb to ; the martini balanced delicately between taloned digits is nothing more than a show of THEATRICS and GLAMOUR ; free hand rolls the toothpick between the pads of her fingertips idly as a single , tapered fang pierces the supple flesh of the olive tacked to the pointed end. juice drips down her chin before teeth dig into the hollow spot where the pit was once settled at the center of the fruit & as aera gnaws on it ever so slightly , a sigh slips past. how TEDIOUS existence could become when over nine centuries of life had been spent chasing the adrenaline rush of her own FREEDOM ; while new york city had provided a much needed change of pace , the vampiric she-devil cannot help the boredom that lingers in obsidian depths. her gaze sweeps over the clientele gyrating to the beat of the music , air heavy with 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 & 𝑨𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑯𝑶𝑳. she considers picking out a delectable piece of flesh for a late night snack when delicate sensibilities sense something FERAL and CANINE in the midst.
interest piques automatically , causing her to sit straighter & a red-bottomed heel to bob in curiosity. and oh when she sees him , a gasp of surprise mingled with JOY escapes her. fashioned like the current lead death dealer in body & form , but distinctly BEAST in his scent and that single , bone-white ocular … the rumored 𝙰𝙻𝙿𝙷𝙰 of the pack of lycans had made his arrival & aera is nothing short of impressed. a smirk dances across ruby lips and though the desire to reach for him persists , she schools herself into patience. a lady , after all , is meant to be pursued. long lashes flutter and as the man approaches , she exhales a soft , breathy laugh. she nibbles at the end of her toothpick coyly , hiding the smile threatening to give way behind it. ❛ martini. ❜ it’s all she says , but her confidence is laced with saccharine delicacy. expectant but lady-like a walking deception. ❛ in case you were wondering. ❜
@thirdwoe 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮-𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 !
i𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓼 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 with each confident step she takes , her strides followed by the resounding 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑲 , 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑲 , 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑲 of red-bottomed stilettos against asphalt and though aera is nothing short of BEAUTY personified as she holds her head high , there’s no doubt that something dangerous lurks in obsidian depths. the air still tastes like H I M the beautiful little frenchboy , still steeped in the church’s treachery & deception. oh , how young he had been , so pliant & desperate to taste the unknown. his mouth had tasted sweet , but his BLOOD had been nothing short of ambrosia. 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙳𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 aera knows all too well that her thirst for indulgence has always been her achilles heel , but that had done little to stop her from wrapping taloned digits around thick biceps & sink her fangs in until she became drunk off the power. unfortunately , the little churchboy had been just as quickly dumped on the curb as she had arrived and though the sensation isn’t a new one by any means , the fact that fate had landed her squarely back into his lap an entire century later had snagged her ever-shifting attention.
it had only taken a giggle & a whisper to learn how the death dealers in the city moved and with her newfound knowledge as her latest weapon , the she-devil moves ; sinclair portier ( oh , she hadn’t even remembered the poor thing’s name ! ) had ducked his way into brooklyn to traverse the lycan pack’s territory all on his lonesome and aera couldn’t have that ! there’s a bounce in her step as she exhales a huff past scarlet-painted lips. ❛ oh , my beautiful boy ! ❜ her croon is deceptively LILTING , laced with breathless sigh as she closes the distance between them , chest pressing to his back & thin arms wrapping around his throat. she senses his growl before it rips from his chest , but it does little to hamper her as she rubs their cheeks together , like that of a spoiled cat looking to scent-mark its territory. ❛ hasn’t anyone told you it’s unsafe to be out on your own oh ! what would i do if you were hurt ? no fear , i am here now ! ❜ mockingly saccharine , deceptively sweet a viper with venomous fangs , coiled to strike.