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A WRITING BLOG FT. AN ORIGINAL VAMPYRE CHARACTER. FRIENDS ONLY. MULTIVERSE. MULTISHIP. SPORADIC ACTIVITY. BLOG CONTAINS EXTREME GORE, VIOLENCE, + ABUSE, A SPUR OF MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES + SUBJECTS. ( I DO NOT TAG TRIGGERS. ) 18+ / 21+ PREFERRED. ( ARTE ⁃ 30+ ⁃ INDIGENOUS ⁃ THEY/THEM ⁃ EST. )

#pinned post.#dni.

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GOOGLE DOC.

#ill be moving rathie here

for my monster muses, i made a multimuse blog. you can follow if you’d like and i’m holding my baby monsters up @orviik

#regis. dettlaff. my new witcher oc will be there.#lenmana.#and possibly rathain.

rathie is use to being tall, especially when he’s around humans than any other species. but then he visits his cousins in his homeworld or any other non-humans packing 7ft and higher and he’s quickly humbled and the little short devil that he is.

most elves & vampyres are over 7ft. dragons are over 8ft, etc. he’s short for both species lmao. that’s his mother’s height tho.

pacificseaotter

start normalizing long hair as androgynous. long hair can be gender-neutral too.

#ooc

⋙ 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 / @dgnvill our muses looking to the sky as it rains blood.

he can’t decide if it was beautiful or downright strange to witness a phenomena such as this. it was first a droplet where skies churn darkly, unforgiving, yet no wind commanded the trees to sway in their fury. At first, he thought he may have done wrong; spirits of the forest rarely are displeased with his coming and goings, only that his involvement keep the peace within their arms. He knows of the few sentient beings who could tear his mind apart and leave him dumb for breaking the peace. Rathain’s head bows low, his knee cold in the wet earth... the stranger companion not so, her gaze upward, in awe? Or simple curiosity? Or of their own doing?

within minutes, his hair is soaked, dripping, and skin a tint of red. he can taste it in the corner of his lips and he’s half tempted to lick them. too bad it was cold, the blood. the cold, sloppy mess is about the only thing stopping him from seeking out prey to eat.

“only if it was warm. and not so watery.” he comments, looking up to the other from his kneeling position, “but i can’t bring myself to enjoy this, whatever it is. have you a hand in this?”

#𝐝𝐠𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥 ⋙ enmesarra #<3 #ic answered.

vaememes

A BLOOD LUST INBOX MEME. TRIGGER WARNING: blood, murder, death, violence. please do not read forward if you are easily squeamish.

( send me ‘ 🔴 ’ to generate a bloody scenario between our muses. feel free to specify a number if you’d like. inspo. )

your muse wiping/licking blood from my muses lips.

my muse wiping/licking blood from your muses lips.

our muses cleaning up blood together from a kill.

my muse applying pressure your muses bleeding wound.

your muse applying pressure to my muses bleeding wound.

our muses stumbling upon a blood trail together.

our muses sharing a kiss that accidentally draws blood.

my/your muse sinking their teeth/fangs into my/your muses neck.

your muse catching my muse drinking blood.

my muse catching your muse drinking blood.

your muse helping my muse clean blood off of them.

my muse helping your muse clean blood off of them.

our muses sleeping together in their victims bloody sheets.

our muses having/sharing a blood bath/shower together.

our muses looking to the sky as it rains blood.

my muse accidentally biting yours too hard, drawing blood.

your muse accidentally biting my muse too hard, drawing blood.

my muse licking blood off your muses finger.

your muse licking blood off my muses finger.

my/your muse pleading for no more blood shed from my/your muse.

#i found it again

Rathain being a descendent of Thuringwethil tho. ( a messenger / vampire who worked for Sauron in the 1st Age ). Despite having fought many battles for his kind and Thuringwethil / Sauron, he was presumed killed during the Battle of Fornost. but in reality, he merely disappeared and lived near Dol Guldur in hiding, pretty much spending his time healing ( hence the ugly ass scars ) and living in shadow.

#i think he starts to think for himself by the mid-late 3rd age #before he was just a mindless killing machine #a tool #brutal. efficient. hardly needed sleep.#only gore every once in awhile.#yeh.#i like it.

just fyi, rathie will take other monsters than humans. he’s bias like that. the only time he’ll enjoy fooling around with a human is a hunter ( who actively hunts monsters ) then it’s like cat and mouse. if you survive his first onslaught, consider yourself lucky. he’d rather leave you scarred up and traumatized than dead. too easy.

bruxta

starter call. @svcgry.

water trickles past the bruxa’s ears , not dulling the sense enough that she can’t hear another approach. head pops up from the stream , soaked hair sticking to the sides of her face. once she’s seen a familiar face , estrella eases and is slow to rise from the water. bare feet remain submerged , the tattered ends of her dress dripping around her. ❝ you … come back? ❞

svcgry

often times he is teased of acting like a mother doting on his children. from the tallest of katakans to the newborn bruxa and alps, those under his banner he offers his protection should they need it. then there are the young ones ready to leave the nest, as it were. he can’t help but wonder.

❝ i was worried. ❞ he replies, crossing arms across his chest and, with a bit of humour laced in his tone, as to be gentle, ❝ with your knack for getting into trouble. ❞

#bruxta #<3

rathie can pull these off so well

#especially in more of the modern verses

remember that one post i deleted a few days ago where i said rathie can be gentle if he wanted to? yeh. that just happened. looking at u @serpentongue

#i tip my hat to u.

ohshadow

@svcgry asked — *scratches in the right areas like before BUT THIS TIME WITH TWO HANDS.*

As lovely as it is, enough to pull a bunch of dangerous frequency purrs out him — like a rambunctious feline, he starts to get overstimulated the need to bite and nip comes along. His foot digs into the ground and he ever so gently glides his hands along the vampyre’s wrists. Climbing up, up to the hands on his face to hold them in place, flat. “Feelin’ a bit bitey, like a kitty." He laughs, gruff and warm as honey, "Little too much overindulgence for a touch-starved stone like me. — You do have such comforting hands, you know? Give me a minute and you can start again if you so desire it."

svcgry

it wasn’t a good tremor, and his eyes flicker from a memory of touch along the wrists. from manacles to ribbons done with malicious intent. He was just curious, the desired effect rewarding, if it can even be called that. A sorta of snort escapes him anyway, ( did he blush at the compliment? was it even a fucking compliment? )

“ good; it reminds me something. ” he keeps his hands as still as possible in respect, funnily enough the stretch of his arms rest on the other’s form, a ( healthy ) reminder of how small rathie is despite the hidden giddiness nestled in his chest. the vampyre practically grins, taking a particular shine to those double set fangs, “ that good, huh? ”

#serpentongue #wow he's so calm