#cursed0bsession

[cursed0bsession]

"I am the Ancient, I am the land."

@cursed0bsessions, Indi semi-selective Strahd von Zarovich RP, penned by Meara

This is a side blog follow back will be from @elonianmisfit , follows tag #cursed0bsession

This blog will feature dark content, all will be tagged with proper trigger warnings. NSFW will be under #{Bloodied desires: NSFW} and dark content under #{There is no light: tw} trigger warnings will also be tagged in there.

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Other rp blogs are @chaosin0rder and @antikytherianoceans

Rules

1. I wont write NSFW with minors, please have your age somewhere on your blog

2. This is not a mutuals exclusive blog, everyone is welcome. Canon doubles, OCs, magic anons

3. I will not participate in gang ups/callout posts. Pestering me to do so will result in a block

4. Racism, transphobia, ableism, homophobia will not be tolerated. One time results in a warning, twice is a block

5. DMs are open but please leave them for out of character interactions only

6. Mun goes by Meara or DoodleRat

7. Mun has a job so some replies may come slowly

8. Muse is not mun, please demonstrate common sense and differentiate between the two. I am a sweet bean, Strahd is an ass. He loves to play with his food.

[sunnykies]

"Tatyana my love, did you really think I wouldn't notice you the second you stepped into my domain?" - @cursed0bsession

// Hello! I saw you reblog my promo. I had to throw our favorite vampire at your lovely new oc. Keep being awesome ♡

"that's not my name."

there's no animosity in her voice, just a firm clarification. tamsin stares at strahd with apprehension, even curiosity - his eyes are red, which is very interesting. he's wearing something expensive, more expensive, certainly, than even regular-rich people can afford. nobility, tamsin thinks, or else imitating it.

she stops peering at him so closely, and she slides back on her heels. for a moment, she wants to turn around and leave mister nobility to his own devices - she wonders if anyone has ever downright ignored him before. no your grace or your imminence or whatever-the-hell he wanted to be called. she doesn't know many nobles.

she decides, for her own safety, that she should probably not ignore the nobility. she's dressed in a servant's uniform still - he could order her whipped, or put in the dungeon, or a number of terrifying things. maybe he wouldn't put tatyana in the dungeon, (the way he said it made her want to cry, made her eyes close) but tamsin is another girl.

she looks around. nobody but her in his eyeline. so she tilts her head and smiles.

"i'm afraid, sir, you are dreadfully confused," she says, slower this time. "i am - well - i am not tatyana. I certainly do not know you."

there's something about his seriousness that makes her smile more, makes her relax a little. he must think himself a great, powerful king.

"she cannot be hard to find. i haven't seen any other redheads since i've arrived."

[valleyofblood]

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Parania growled down at the vampire, their wings expanding in a full display. But, they were still quite short. Even with him pinned down, he was tall. It was infuriating. Everything he does annoys or flusters them. They hate that. They wanted to bite him.

They gave him a glare, and resisted the urge to jump away the moments he ground against him. “I just needed you to be knocked down a peg. You're getting annoying!” The vampire's obvious craving for their blood and their body was distracting. It kept them from studying the local wildlife!

[valleyofblood]

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Parania's wings puffed up, and their core tightened. One of the worst parts of having wings is their sensitivity… Feeling his touch there, made them squirm. They don't think it was even intentional on his part. Most people just touch their wings because they look… Soft.

They backed away from his touch, a nervous look dawning their face. They didn't like the way he was talking about this. It made them… afraid. But, it also made them blush. They hated that.

“I- I don't lie to myself. I know I'm not an angel, I know I can be a beast. I show my teeth without thinking. For that's what I am.” They didn't want him to think they believed they were an angel. They were just a random, unlucky human who got screwed over by some unknowable being.

“I was not always this way. I was once a human… I didn't even have these ears. This lie I tell is not my choice, nor is it on purpose. I was made this way without consent. By something I don't even know.”