#jordarp

[ccrvor]

@jordarp : -Pink eyes

Thanks I hate it

[d-d-disgusting]

📝 - mary

Send me📝 and my muse will reveal their thoughts about your muse.

Their first impression:  Who is this?? What do they think is so funny about what’s happening?  Of course it’s easy for nameless outsiders to watch and laugh about things going wrong. It’s not so funny when things effect you..

oh. they’re another one of those ‘vampire’ people..lot of those showing up. 

Confusing.

Their current impression: An easy person to talk to. One of those people that might do bad things, or even do much that he agrees with, but who is trustworthy. Mary is true to her word, and someone who makes her intentions clear. She’s an ally. At least, when she doesn’t have her teeth set on someone he needs to protect.

He thinks about her offer to him still.

What they like the most about your muse: Mary is a judgement free zone, which in itself isn’t something he inherently likes, but the great part about it is that it makes her the kind of person you can discuss anything with (or, almost) as shameful as it could be, and she would still have a calm and controlled conversation with you over it.  She can calm him down pretty decently when he’s worked up, too.

Her physical traits are also very neat.

What they dislike the most about your muse: Violent. Difficult to understand. He doesn’t know much anything about the Sabbat, but the rules she lives by are harsh and arbitrary seeming, and she’s very very stubborn about them. There’s a lingering feeling that one day they would have to truly butt heads.

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.): Friend? Acquaintance? Ally? 

A general opinion of their relationship: It’s been a bit so I don’t remember it as well as I should, but it’s good!

If applicable, something they wish to reveal: N/A, I can’t think of anything rn?

[we-work-from-the-shadows]

@jordarp

[The nights downright gloomy with storm clouds hanging over head. Never the less, the hunter heads into the construction site. Half finished, plastic tarps flap in the cold wind. She softly mumbling some tune to herself that is muffled from underneath her mask as she fiddles with the lock.] 

[d-d-disgusting]

👫Mary

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

- Going out on small hunts that progress to larger hunts until probably pretty quickly Vince/Tolya is faced with Mary’s VERY different morality about people as prey

- Related, realtalk about their respective ideals sounds like it would be fascinating and probably end in an argument.

- While I don’t want to take that direction in the IC verse, a ghoul AU would be hella fun to explore?

- Them sharing about and getting kind of excited about their inhuman traits. Mary encouraging Vince to embrace the fact that he’s not human and doesn’t have to be a person, and to take advantage of it fully. I love that idea

[toreadoranon]

☆ -abby?

“Hold yourself a little straighter,” They put their hand underneath the “nosferatu’s” chin and push up a little before patting her on the shoulder. “You’re going to run this place before this is over, and then after your victory I’ll take you on vacation somewhere. How’s that sound? Even to a crypt if you want to.” 

They squeeze the others shoulder carefully, mindful of their strength. “I’m proud of you. You did this on your own, in spite of everything. You earned this Abby, don’t let any of them tell you otherwise.” 

[toreadoranon]

💄 -mary. (how. I don't know. I don't have any other characters that are fitting. unless some sort of weird dare kiss for abby.)

(lol! I’m fine with you throwing any of your characters at them XD Including Abby. DO IT ABBY. SMOOCH THE METHUSELAH.) 

Torrie blinks as the other snarls in their general direction, actually no, it’s not even general, it is pretty much square on them. Oh, the animosity, reminds them of their younger nights...

Not that the Ancient really holds it against Mary for being so hostile. They did keep her from her vengeance, and their lover stabbed her, and they did sort of strong arm her into a contract....and they are old...

Actually, Torrie ponders, that last part might be the most offensive thing to the Gangrel. Their very existence could be seen as an outright threat...if they were her they would off themselves in their sleep. 

How very grateful they should be that perhaps there’s a little something keeping her from it. Like the fear of death. 

Torrie eventually turns around, once the staring begins to wear a hole in the back of their head, to  stare back at Mary. The Gangrel freezing up, probably preparing for quite possibly the worst. Instead of some violent rebuttal however Torrie simply blows a kiss, accompanied with a small wink. 

The look of disgust and bewilderment alone, they might as well have slapped her in the face with a fish.  

With a grin they turn and go, leaving the Sabbat to glare after them until they disappear into the shadows. 

[ssunspotted]

marywhat th hell  are you doing