#fakevz

[velvetanddusk]

Aurelia Vance is the ultimate enigma in the modern fashion world. To the high-fashion industry, she is an aloof, ice-cold icon who rarely speaks a word, radiating an aura of absolute unreachability. Yet for Aurelia, modeling is no ego trip it is the perfect cover. No one questions a glamorous life, constant travel, or the fact that she simply does not age when she is already perceived as an eccentric global superstar. Behind this cold, distant facade, however, hides one of the oldest and most powerful beings in existence. Born in late tenth-century Florence and turned in the eleventh century shortly after the Originals, Aurelia belongs to the absolute power elite of the supernatural universe. Her physical strength and speed surpass almost every vampire she encounters, and her mind control is so potent that she can effortlessly manipulate the psyche of younger vampires. For centuries, she has witnessed the intrigues of the Mikaelsons, survived wars, and watched empires fall. This endless lifetime of loss has taught her to view her emotions as a weakness and to shield herself behind a wall of ice. Yet those who break through this wall will find a deeply kind, loyal heart. Aurelia detests senseless bloodshed and the death of innocents. Instead, she uses her immense power to turn feeding on live human blood into a gentle, virtually unnoticed art form. She feeds directly from humans, but first manipulates their minds through compulsion so that the experience feels like a heady, beautiful dream to her donors. Before she leaves, she heals the wound with her own blood and erases all memory of the encounter. Despite her cold mask, she possesses an unwavering protective instinct. When innocents are dragged into the bloody power struggles of witches, werewolves, or the Mikaelsons, she intervenes anonymously from the shadows. She does the dirty work, saves lives, and acts the next day on set as if nothing had happened. This hidden warmth, however, is also her greatest vulnerability: once Aurelia lets someone in, she loves unconditionally a gamble that repeatedly puts her in grave danger in a world full of betrayal.

[nocturnalfall]

⎯⎯     ⲛⲟⲥⲧⳙⲅⲛⲁⳑ⳨ⲁⳑⳑ     :     independent     and     selective     portrayal     of     Ⲏⲟⲛⳋ     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ,     better     known     as     Ⲛⲟⲥⲧⳕ⳽     —     right     hand     of     Ⳏⲅⳕⲛⲥⲉ     ⲟ⳨     Ⲏⲉⳑⳑ,     former     crossroad     demon,     member     of     Ⲛⲉøⲛ     Ⳙⲓⲥⲉ,     a     ⲧⲅⳕⲥⲕ⳽ⲧⲉⲅ      with     a     crooked     smile,     impulsive,     unafraid     of     consequence     and     untouched     by     fear.

Ⲏⲟⲛⳋ     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ     lives     in     Seoul,     moving     through     nights     painted     in     neon,     smoke     and     places     that     never     ask     too     many     questions.     At     first     glance,     he     appears     almost     ordinary;     easy     to     overlook,     easy     to     forget.     Yet     something     about     him     always     remains.     A     smile     that     sits     a     little     too     crooked,     a     gaze     that     lingers     too     long,     a     presence     that     feels     human     only     until     it     doesn’t.     Once     a     crossroad     demon,     Ⲛⲟⲥⲧⳕ⳽     learned     early     that     souls     are     rarely     taken     by     force.     People     choose.     They     lean     toward     ruin     all     on     their     own,     if     given     the     right     temptation,     the     right     promise,     the     smallest     push     at     the     perfect     moment.     Where     others     hesitated,     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ     never     did.     Reckless,     impulsive     and     far     too     amused     by     danger,     he     became     useful     not     because     he     was     the     strongest,     but     because     he     was     willing     to     do     what     others     would     not.

Now     he     stands     at     the     side     of     Ⲉⳑⲩⲅ,     son     of     the     Devil     and     Prince     of     Hell.     To     the     world,     Ⲉⳑⲩⲅ     is     the     leader     of     Neøn     Vice,     a     eight-member     band     whose     sound     burns     bright     enough     to     feel     almost     holy     and     dark     enough     to     rot     beneath     the     skin.     Alongside     Ⲉⳑⲩⲅ,     Rⲩū     and     five     others,     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ     plays     his     part     beneath     the     stage     lights,     wrapped     in     glamour,     noise     and     devotion.     Their     performances     are     not     only     music;     they     are     invitations.     Every     scream,     every     chant,     every     heart     offered     to     the     rhythm     becomes     another     thread     pulled     toward     Hell.     For     Ⲉⳑⲩⲅ,     the     band     is     more     than     fame.     It     is     a     hunting     ground,     a     cathedral     of     neon     and     vice     where     souls     gather     willingly,     mistaking     damnation     for     worship.     And     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ     follows     him     without     question.     Not     out     of     blind     loyalty,     not     entirely.     He     follows     because     Ⲉⳑⲩⲅ     is     his     prince,     his     boss,     the     one     figure     whose     command     cuts     cleanly     through     his     chaos.     If     Ⲉⳑⲩⲅ     points,     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ     moves.     If     Ⲉⳑⲩⲅ     asks     for     a     soul,     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ     finds     a     way     to     make     it     smile     before     it     falls.     Within     Neøn     Vice,     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ     is     the     crooked     grin     at     the     edge     of     the     spotlight;     the     member     who     turns     temptation     into     a     game     and     danger     into     something     strangely     irresistible.     He     does     not     pretend     to     be     safe.     He     does     not     care     to     be     forgiven.     Unpredictable,     unafraid     and     dangerously     unconcerned     with     consequence,     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ     moves     through     the     world     like     something     just     slightly     broken     and     far     too     comfortable     with     it.

⎯⎯    Ⳕⲛ⳨ⲟ    :    mutuals    only,    german    &    english,    mdni    21+,    low-active,    open    for    plotting    &    chaotic    interactions . Ⲥⲅⲉ𝖽ⳕⲧ⳽ . Ⲅⳙⳑⲉ⳽ .

[fangdcurse]

#fangedcurse (500+ , she/her , the vampire)

† 𝑳𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑫𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑼 : heir to something she doesn't understand. daughter of silence. bound to a house that breathes, not chosen, not free. just next. the blood remembers and so will she. (inherited the Dimitrescu castle, reshaped it into a hotel for strangers while keeping the back towers for herself; turned long ago, something ancient in her blood; art forger by trade, perfectionist by nature, working beneath her own opera house where the dark never quite lifts, resident evil)

german and english, mutuals only, mdni 25+, semi-active.

[thexheretic]

Progress has never been gentle, and this was never meant to be an exception. Il Dottore never questioned what such a convergence would demand — only who would flinch first. Knowledge has always required sacrifice, and history has proven that someone must be willing to pay the price.

Curiosity drives him, not compassion. People are not a moral dilemma to him, but variables — things to be adjusted, dismantled, and reassembled. Limits exist only where questions stop being asked, and stagnation is, to him, the only real failure.

Others insist on calling it an ending. Il Dottore has always preferred the term interruption. Whatever they believe happened, his work continues — as relentlessly as it always has.

match making sheet descriptive profile © edits

This blog features Il Dottore from Genshin Impact, written in a way that allows him to exist both within Teyvat and modern/real-world settings. Because of that, I am very crossover friendly and happy to write across different fandoms and universes. Dms replies in German | posts in English, though English replies in dms are always an option if preferred. • third person novelist • P&MDNI, 21+ for mun & muse •

following potential trigger may occur

psychological manipulation • dehumanization • unethical experimentation • murder • blood • gore • lack of empathy • narcissism • scientific horror themes • etc...

[phantomdispatch]

⠀⠀⠀ 𝙎𝙀𝙊𝙔𝙀𝙊𝙉 𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙀𝙐𝙇 ⸻ ⠀⠀⠀ ✾

Born in Busan, amid the constant sound of autumn rain, Seoyeon grew up in a world between reality and ghost stories. Her mother, a believer in ancestors and ancient Korean myths, whispered stories to her during every storm, stories in which the dead still spoke. Her father, on the other hand, was pragmatic and tough, teaching her how to survive and the necessity of suppressing her feelings. When Seoyeon was eight years old, she saw a ghost for the first time—a little girl in a deserted playground, barefoot and silent. No one else seemed to see her. Shortly afterwards, her mother disappeared without a trace. Officially: missing. Unofficially: forgotten. This loss burned itself deep into Seoyeon's soul, shaping her view of people and the world. She learned early on to fight alone and developed an irrepressible curiosity to document everything.

Now, as a journalist, she uncovers crimes that the police have overlooked and investigates inexplicable events that are officially dismissed as "unexplainable." Her notes are not just reports, but evidence not only for the living, but also for the dead who have not yet let go of their stories. Her greatest motivation: to find out the truth about her mother's disappearance. Between crime scene photos, missing persons, and whispering ghosts, she struggles daily with the question of whether her gift is a curse or the only way to find answers.

✾ ⠀⠀⠀ ⸻ ⠀⠀⠀ Alert, quiet, with eyes that see more than others could bear. Her childhood shaped her: loss, isolation, whispering shadows. With a dark sense of humor, analytical and cautious, she rarely trusts anyone—but she writes down everything she sees, for the living and the dead. Her mother's silver necklace is her constant companion. Cool and heavy on her skin, it warns her when ghosts are near. More than jewelry: memory, protection, connection. Sensitive yet unstoppable, Seoyeon roams through the night, always ready to hear the stories that no one else tells. (Credits for the incredibly talented artist @daemonoria)

My favorite pair of crimson eyes and the man who taught me that love can be gentle : @fangtcsy

(still in progress, semi-active, open for plotting, small talk in German and English, prefer plotting in German, mdni, created for FakeVz, TW: childhood trauma, blood, crime scenes, ghost stories, and repressed emotions, PINTEREST, WIRE)

[ridensmortuus]

𝔸𝕟 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝔾𝕠𝕕; 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔾𝕠𝕕'𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖—𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖, 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔾𝕠𝕕, 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪.

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕓𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟; 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕠 𝕤𝕠—𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕪—𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝...

Ⲥ𝘩𝖺𝗲-𝘸𝗼𝗇—𝙠𝗇𝗼𝘸𝗇 𝖺𝙨 Ⲥ𝘩𝗲𝖺—𝗂𝙨 𝖺 𝗳𝖺𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗴𝗲𝗹 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗺𝗎𝙨𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗇. 𝗘t𝗲𝙧𝗇𝖺𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝟭𝟪, 𝙨𝘩𝗲 𝗂𝙨 𝙨𝖺𝙨𝙨𝘆, ​​𝘩𝗎𝗺𝗼𝙧𝗼𝗎𝙨, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝘩𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗳𝗎𝗹—t𝘩𝗼𝗎𝗴𝘩 𝗂𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝗎 𝗴𝗲t 𝗼𝗇 𝘩𝗲𝙧 𝗇𝗲𝙧𝘃𝗲𝙨, 𝙨𝘩𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝙧𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝗎𝙧 𝘣𝙧𝖺𝗂𝗇𝙨 𝗼𝗎t.

𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝟮𝟭+, 𝙏𝙒: 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚

wire: ridensmortuus

[smallgoldstories]

i still believe in forever - i'm just not very good at understanding my own version of it

Everly Jamison is 25 and works in a jewelry shop, though she's never quite sure why she's selling anything at all. She watches more than she speaks, notices the hesitation before a choice is made, the way people look at something like it might change their life, or quietly confirm something they already know.

She likes gold for what it becomes when it's worn, not for what it's worth. For the way it holds onto moments. People, too, in a way. She still believes in forever - just not as loudly as she used to.

She's from Oxford, England, carries a kind of warmth that lingers without asking for attention. Sometimes, there's the faint scent of lily of the valley around her, though no one ever quite figures out where it comes from.

Eve has learned, gently, that not everything that feels like it will last… does. But she hasn't let that take the softness out of her. If anything, it's made her more careful with it. More aware of how easily something can slip, even when you're holding it right.

So she stands behind the counter, day after day, handing people small, golden versions of their hopes and keeps a quiet, steady belief that maybe, just maybe, some of them will hold.

Account for rpg. Semi active und high selective. mdni/21+. German only. Smalltalk not welcome. No ooc. No AI. Not interested in flirts, my heart is already taken. ehem. littlegoldstories

[themeanmorrow]

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 - was born on October 31, 1994, in San Francisco, the daughter of Prudence Halliwell — a child destined to walk a path shadowed by both wonder and tragedy. Her life was never gentle, never simple, yet she clung to every fragment of hope, turning heartbreak into strength. Some moments tore the world apart around her, revealing just how fragile everything could be and how much power one could summon if they dared to take it.

( Happily married — respectfully obsessed. @bloodlineofshadows )

In February 2001, that fragile world shattered entirely. Her mother’s life was ripped away in a cruel accident, leaving Valentina alone, cast into the cold corridors of a children’s home. Childhood was measured in lost dreams and whispered fears, until finally, at eighteen, she stepped into a world that had never been ready for her. But long before she became her own, something dark and extraordinary awakened within her. At thirteen, in the throes of a terrifying, unthinkable moment, powers surged through her, wild and uncontrollable—forcing her to confront a reality far beyond what any ordinary life could offer. Yet through the chaos, Valentina remained unbroken. Fierce, loving, unstoppable—her heart burned brightest for her son Bael and her daughter Eisa, the one souls for whom she would ignite the heavens and the earth, setting entire worlds aflame if it meant protecting them. Dog mom from Aleka & Arthos Pinterest.

ooc: if you don’t like me, stop pretending.

Stfu and get lost. Thanks 🦋