#vascend

[bloodtwin]

I will be taking your females now.

❝  Get  your  own,  bitch. These are my wifes & girlfriends.  ❞

@vascend

[mischieflawed]

🖤

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours.

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[eladead]

😊 Sit down next to my muse

Nonverbal RP Starters . -> OPEN

R☆ckstar☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆: and the ball is exhausting! A masquerade hosted in one of the prominent noble houses in Cormyr is a decoy for a vampire's delight. Lestat has stolen Dukedom from a withering man who went blind from greed. A delightful sin that inspires the Infernal's calling. Bound to Mammon with black chains, Lestat is forever bound to one promise: be greedier and crueler than those of mortal nature. And what if he doesn't? The sun will scorch him and his powers will belittle him. The humiliation? And so, for when the moment calls for it, the new Duke of Cormyr, a mysterious merchant by the name of Lestat, invites ladies and good men into the abode of borrowed houses. No other family can say no to his persuasion.

Sporting a mask of a wolf, the cunning vampire takes a seat in the corner of the ballroom, watching the dizzying silhouettes of his guests spinning each other in nausea. Just then, a familiar mask lowers beside him, a friend in immortality and thirst. Acknowledging Mephistopheles's puppet with a smile, Lestat cants his head back.

"Are you repulsed yet by the Cormyr hospitality, my moonlit moth? Behold, this is the norm here when I return home." He lets his eyes travel back to the crowd, He loathes them all. "Have you chosen your bedchamber accessory yet? Might I suggest Lady Milariya? They say she carries the blood of the House of Cormaeril, ancient delight, by the way." He grins, looking away.

[eladead]

🖤 *bats lashes*

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours. -> accepting

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[safetypinned]

@vascend || inbox meme reply || accepting!

[trail] for sender to run their fingertip along receiver's jaw. (Could be menacing, could be playful, could be serious. It’s Astarion so 🫠)

a trail of blood bubbles over a reddened lip runs warm down the corner of sam's mouth. the taste is like a memory haunting his veins. rust. iron. his own. the hunter's back is against the wall--gun filled with rounds of bullets minted from a blend of iron and dead man's blood lays useless feet away where it landed once the vampire knocked it out of his hand and kicked it to the side.

pale hand and cool skin circle a long, slender throat. sam's rebellious even with the threat of death hanging above his head like poe's pendulum swinging back and forth, back and forth as it creeps closer and closer. no fear in his eyes. just rage. boiling over. spilling red hot through his veins and leaking everywhere. not all of it is towards the monster he attempted to put down. no.

some of it's towards being here in the first place. he wasn't supposed to go back to this life. wasn't supposed to be firing rounds of tainted bullets towards nightmares in the flesh. no. sam got out. sam was building something. sam had goals and now. they're. all. gone. the illusion ripped away in one painful night. took the skin right off with it. a fingertip slides along the edge of a defined jawline. hazel eyes stare into crimson. "do it. if you're going to do it..." lips curl back, he bares red streaked teeth. "do it!" why not?? this is the life he doesn't get out of, right? doomed by the narrative! stick with the story, then! ignore the fear, ignore the ache, ignore everything and just.. fucking fight. nails dig into an ivory wrist they wrap around, blunt edges form crescent shapes in flesh. not once does he blink. or look away. or beg. he won't beg.

[bloodsalted]

@vascend || inbox meme reply || closed for catch up!

"ugh. i hate clowns."

boots stomp upon muddy ground sending bits and pieces of dirt and nasty up his pants legs. frustrated bats against his coat, his shirt, smacking his hands together--dean attempts to get some of the pieces of the painted, sparkly, giggly son of a bitch off his skin before he wretches. yeah. he's had blood and guts on him plenty of times. doesn't make it any less GROSS when it happens--and this one??

a carnival of bloodsucking, fanged assholes running a horror show no poor bastard that pulls up to their roadside death trap leaves had taken over an abandoned mining town just off route 66. nightmare tourist trap spit straight out of horror movie hell. sam traced the missing cars to a cave where they were junked not ten miles down the road. out of sight. out of mind from the occasional car that'd rattle on by without any idea whatsoever they just dodged death's bullet by not pulling in. or that there were corpses rotting inside dusty sedans, trucks and campers only a handful of minutes to their left or right.

vampire clowns. now--pieces of cheap, old costumes and meat. tasty!

his brother? laid up in a motel room the next road marker down. turns out fried chicken and baked beans are about the only thing you can order on this stretch of highway. told that guy.. he's gotta amp up his stomach cause sometimes.. salad and granola? just aren't on the menu and it hasn't changed since they were kids. the limited choices that made dean able to eat anything and sam grow to hate everything that wasn't labeled grass fed or organic. ahhh. his brother's demise today. spring training in junk starts soon. cause they aren't doing this again. separate rooms were needed. no way dean's dealing with sam's wreching all night long. even if it gives him an excuse to make fun of him all night. he'll pass. turning to head back to the impala parked out of sight from barely existing traffic--he pauses when he hears astarion's voice. a brow lifts.. slow, dramatic turn later--green eyes frame him up and down. up and down.

"you gotta be shitting me.." half sounds like now you show up.

[lattehearted]

❛ so, what am i walking into exactly? ❜ @ nerissa

a wolf among us // @vascend

"His name is Kilgan," the tiefling begins, arms folded and leaning against the closed door of Astarion's study. She didn't exactly like dealing with the vampire ascendant now that their journey was over. There were times, ways he'd look at his spawn or things he'd say, that reminded Nerissa too much of her own abuser. Still, she couldn't deny that he was incredibly powerful now... perhaps just powerful enough to help her take down the devil who tormented her.

"He's a pit fiend. Has a house in Avernus. Not as opulent as the House of Hope from what I remember, but decently appointed. I have no idea if he has warlocks but I think looking into that might be the first place to start."

[ashenail]

“out of curiosity, what exactly is within your area of expertise?”

" i lay monsters to rest. " simple as that. demons, supernaturals, humans. being an exorcist came with its list of responsibilities, but locke has never been the sheep - a wolf in sheep's clothing, with this black magic in his veins and entity laced betwixt every ritual scar. his role changes depending on his task, or wherever his work takes him. and by the looks of the other, it is worth keeping his guard up. " what kind of monsters depends on my contract. " a hand rests calmly on the head of a nail, " exorcisms, rituals, normal spell work. you name it. " now his body shifts to lean against the column of the pillar. arms crossed, guarded. " what are you in the market for? "