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𝖚𝖓𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖎 ⸺ a private oc multi - muse blog housing various supernatural creatures. read carrd before interacting. heavily affiliated with @starbind ♡
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— is this what you call a family?
paramoure > unholi. url has been changed and this is now officially an oc multi-muse. vivi is still here and none of her threads have been dropped !
JENNIFER’SBODY (2009) dir. Karyn Kusama
omg jennifer's body actually getting a sequel. big day for annoying people (me)
paramoure > unholi. url has been changed and this is now officially an oc multi-muse. vivi is still here and none of her threads have been dropped !
@lycanlike ; ❛ you wouldn’t mind sparing a cigarette, would you? ❜
❝ for you? not at all, ❞ vivi gives them a playful wink before pulling out the pack from the back pocket of her torn, black jeans. she flips the lid of the carton, holding it out for raven so they could take one out themself. shoving the carton back into her jean pocket, she then pulls out the lighter from her jacket pocket to light the cigarette for raven as they held it between their lips. ❝ i was starting to think that you skipped town . . . it's been a while since you stopped by, ❞
@dcllfang ; ❛ here, you can borrow my jacket. ❜
the jacket is ostentatious — hot pink leather adorned with silver chains that catch the light every time she moves. it wasn't too different from her own leather jackets, but the bold color was certainly outside of vivi's comfort zone. ❝ thanks, but i'm alright, ❞ she gives a gentle smile as she turns down the offer before tilting her head, eyeing the other woman up and down. ❝ it looks better on you anyways. ❞
@oathstruck , tomo ; ❛ i never said i was a good person ❜
❝ right, ❞ vivi huffs out under her breath, smoke billowing out from her lips as she spoke. she flicks the end of her cigarette as she glances down at the pavement, kicking away the butt of a previous one she discarded on the ground prior. ❝ i think good or bad are pretty irrelevant these days. no one person is truly good or bad — people are just complicated sometimes . . . ❞
vivi says, ❛ stop second guessing yourself. ❜ — @paramoure
HE BITES HIS BOTTOM LIP, looking down at his fingernails as his picks at the chipped black polish on them. it's something he's done far too much recently. doubting himself, doubting his jumps, his artistry, his humanity. ❝ i am knowing that i should be doing that, is just — it is hard. i have been being told i am being a perfectionist, so everything that i am doing is being criticised by my own brain. is... is the nature of my sport, i am afraid. i am sure you are understanding in some regard, yes ?? ❞
her gaze follows his, glancing down to where his hands rested, picking away at the nail polish before flickering back up to his face. she nods solemnly at his words and lets out a heavy sigh, almost feeling sorry for even making such a silly suggestion after taking a moment to consider what he's up against in the grand scheme of things. to have such a public line of work where the whole world is watching — waiting for a mistake — she couldn't imagine that type of pressure. ❝ when you put it like that, i guess i can understand how anyone in your field would become a perfectionist . . . i don't know how you do it, man. ❞
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ (REQUESTED) RANDOM VAMPIRE-THEMED DIALOGUE + ACTION PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
DIALOGUE
blood tastes different under moonlight.
i don't need permission from the dark.
that scar wasn't from feeding.
you hear footsteps. i hear veins.
you should stop trusting monsters.
i prefer alleys. less witnesses.
i hate how much i want you.
this is the part where you're supposed to be afraid.
i don't need your blood. i want it.
i don't turn people lightly.
i don't chase unless i mean to kill.
you smell different when you're afraid.
i never feed where i live.
nightfall is my beginning.
you're not afraid enough.
hunger doesn't make me cruel. it makes me honest.
i hunt by instinct, not thought.
i can't remember the last time i watched the sun rise.
you won't survive loving me.
stay still. i'm trying to be gentle.
you're warm. god, you're warm.
i won't feed unless you ask me to.
i haven't tasted fresh blood since yesterday.
i could hear your heart from across the room.
the night forgives nothing, it only hides it.
the night remembers what the sun forgets.
you'd make a terrible vampire.
you're not prey if i choose you.
i can hear your pulse speeding up.
i hear you even when you're quiet.
that's not hunger you're feeling.
you glow when you're alive.
i fed poorly tonight. i'm still starving.
the night belongs to us.
don't move. you'll only make it worse.
you don't know what you're offering.
you taste like you want to be kept.
don't bare your throat at me like that.
i don't hunt children. i don't hunt lovers.
prey always thinks it has time.
the city exhales at night.
running only makes the blood warmer.
i feed quickly. mercy is efficiency.
i could make this hurt. i won't.
i don't sleep anymore. i wait.
i mark my territory in subtler ways.
i fed already. this is something else.
don't ask me to choose between you and hunger.
you bleed so easily.
you should be running.
cities sound different after midnight.
you're safe. for now.
you won't look at me the same after this.
i only hunt when the moon is high.
the dark knows me.
night hides sins better than daylight ever could.
i hunt better when i'm hungry.
i don't need blood often. i need it precisely.
blood is louder than screams.
don't look back. it excites me.
hunger sharpens everything.
i can taste fear in the air.
you don't survive centuries without learning restraint.
i don't hunt every night. that's how monsters are made.
i can smell you before i see you.
i could drain you. i won't.
you feel different when you're asleep.
i've killed for less than this.
every heartbeat is a countdown.
i don't drink from people i care about.
if i wanted you dead, you wouldn't be talking.
i hunt alone for a reason.
do you trust me, or are you just out of options?
i warned you not to fall asleep near me.
you invited me in. you knew what that meant.
don't look at my mouth like that.
i only drink enough to keep my hands steady.
i've stalked quieter cities than this.
silence makes prey careless.
i remember my first kill.
you're safer when you don't smell like adrenaline.
i can follow your pulse through walls.
i haven't fed in days. you shouldn't stand so close.
you shouldn't wander after dark.
ACTIONS
( ambush ) : for SENDER to ambush RECEIVER from the shadows.
( protect ) : for SENDER to shield RECEIVER from another vampire.
( bare ) : for SENDER to expose their throat to RECEIVER in trust.
( hunger ) : for SENDER to struggle visibly with thirst near RECEIVER.
( chase ) : for OUR MUSES to run through empty streets at night.
( breathe ) : for SENDER to steady themselves after feeding on RECEIVER.
( clean ) : for SENDER to clean blood from RECEIVER'S mouth.
( restrain ) : for SENDER to restrain RECEIVER mid-hunt.
( mark ) : for SENDER to mark up RECEIVER as theirs.
( invite ) : for SENDER to invite RECEIVER inside their secret abode.
( circle ) : for SENDER to circle RECEIVER without being seen.
( hide ) : for OUR MUSES to hide from approaching dawn.
( refuse ) : for SENDER to refuse to feed on RECEIVER.
( stalk ) : for SENDER to follow RECEIVER through the night.
( vanish ) : for SENDER to disappear before RECEIVER notices.
( bind ) : for SENDER to bind RECEIVER'S wrist for feeding.
( scent ) : for SENDER to recognize RECEIVER by scent alone.
( awaken ) : for SENDER to wake RECEIVER at nightfall, already hungry.
( flee ) : for SENDER to run after realizing what RECEIVER is.
( feed ) : for SENDER to feed carefully from RECEIVER.
( linger ) : for SENDER to linger close to RECEIVER'S pulse.
( confess ) : for SENDER to admit they've been watching RECEIVER.
( spare ) : for SENDER to spare RECEIVER'S life at the last second.
( heal ) : for SENDER to lick RECEIVER'S wound closed.
( sunrise ) : for OUR MUSES to carefully watch from the sunrise together.
( endure ) : for SENDER to endure hunger rather than kill RECEIVER.
( turn ) : for SENDER to begin the process of turning RECEIVER.
( listen ) : for OUR MUSES to listen to the city settle into night.
( hunt ) : for SENDER to hunt RECEIVER silently through empty streets.
( pin ) : for SENDER to pin RECEIVER against a wall without feeding.
( sense ) : for SENDER to sense RECEIVER hunting nearby.
( offer ) : for SENDER to offer immortality to RECEIVER.
( stalked ) : for RECEIVER to realize they are being stalked by SENDER.
( claim ) : for SENDER to mark RECEIVER as theirs.
( watch ) : for SENDER to watch RECEIVER sleep without them knowing.
The L Word 5.10, Lifecycle
her face is stone cold as she pins vivi with an unyielding stare. it was tiresome to deal with someone who seemed to believe they were above needing someone and their unending list of excuses. hayley’s pack was always made the top of that list and it was an absolute bullshit excuse. she crosses her arms against her chest to fight the urge to throttle her. “in case you forgot, it’s my wolves who are in the quarter now. the only vampires allowed here are the ones who will protect my daughter. and for the record, it’s none of the wolves business who i choose to associate with and considering i’m a hybrid they have no say whether or not i involve myself with vampires. you’re gonna have to start coming up with a better excuse, vivi, your go-to one is getting old.”
she rolls her eyes and scoffs, “right. then you probably shouldn’t be living here if you don’t want to deal with all of,” hayley mocked vivi’s previous hand gesture, “this.” she understood though, no sane person would want to deal with the mess the mikaelson’s come with. if it wasn’t for hope hayley would have been long gone, but now she’s tied to them for eternity. she always wanted a family so she doesn’t exactly mind. it was strange though that vivi still stuck around here for someone who didn’t want to deal with drama. “not to burst the little bubble you seem to live in, but you can’t live here in the quarter and expect to be uninvolved. you have a few choices; you can leave the city completely since you’re adamant on not wanting to be a part of all this, you can choose to stay in the quarter if you plan to protect and fight for hope, or klaus can kill you. the only reason he hasn’t yet is because i’ve convinced him not to, that i’ll talk to you and it doesn’t have to end in your blood being shed.”
for a moment, vivienne says nothing. she lets hayley's words settle in the air between them as she leans against the railing, her gaze dropping to the streets below from where they stood on her balcony. her jaw tightened and a brief flicker of guilt crosses her features. she hates that hayley had gone to bat for her, hates even more that klaus had apparently listened. hayley always had a habit of sticking her neck out for others even when they never asked for her help, and it was the most annoyingly werewolf trait of hers. that kind of loyalty from someone was something vivi could never get used to. ❝ i didn't ask you to do that, ❞ she says quietly, ❝ and i sure as hell didn't ask you to risk putting yourself at odds with him because of me. ❞
she lets out a dry laugh under her breath, shaking her head before finally glancing back up at hayley. ❝ i know your pack doesn't care who you spend your time with and i know being a hybrid means nobody gets to tell you otherwise. that's not what i'm afraid of, ❞ she swallows hard and for a moment, her expression saddens. vivienne is quick to look away again, not wanting hayley to see any more vulnerability from her than necessary. ❝ every time i let someone in, they end up paying for it . . . you have hope, your family, people who need you. i'm not interested in becoming one more thing you feel like you need to protect. ❞
she looks back at hayley, expression softer than before. ❝ and don't stand there and tell me klaus is sparing me because you asked nicely, ❞ a weak attempt at humor slips into her tone. ❝ i refuse to believe the great klaus mikaelson suddenly developed patience. ❞
hc q: if vivi never became a vampire, what would have become of her / her life?
i think her life would have turned out relatively similar just without all of the pain and immortality. if clara had never come into her life, vivienne would've likely remained in chicago for a few more years before eventually leaving. she was never meant to be the type to stay in one place forever and by the 1940's, she would've been looking for something new. and she still would have wound up in new orleans, enamored by the city's vast culture and history. she would've spent years working odd jobs before finding tattooing. at some point, she would've apprenticed under an older artist and slowly built a name for herself and by the 60's, she'd have her own shop in the french quarter.
she still would've struggled a bit with commitment issues, but instead of it stemming from fear of abandonment, it would've come more from worry over her and her partner's safety. vivienne's youth was at a time when queer people had to exist behind closed doors. throughout the 20's and 30's, she'd spend nights in speakeasies & underground queer bars. even after moving to new orleans, that mindset never fully left her. she'd always be a little hesitant to let herself settle down or become too visible, afraid that happiness could be taken away as quickly as it arrived. she still would've loved deeply and still would've wanted companionship, but she'd be slow to trust.
she would've stayed close with her parents over the years and would've been there when they got older. she would've had friends, regulars at the shop, younger artists she would mentor. as she got older, she'd complain about tourists and tell stories about the old days to her clients and mentees. she'd still wear leather jackets, still have too many rings, and still pretend she was the type of person who didn't rely on anyone but herself. eventually, she'd retire and hand the shop off to someone she trusted. she'd grow old, surrounded by people she'd collected over the years and die having lived a pretty ordinary, but happy life.
@divineviclinist ; ❛ you think i don't know what you did? ❜
brows knit together as the fellow vampire strode up to her, hurling out accusations without missing a single beat. pushing herself upright from where she leaned against the brick wall, she dropped the cigarette in hand, crushing it beneath her boot as her gaze remained fixed on him. ❝ and what exactly do you think i did? ❞ smoke swirled out of her lips as she spoke, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. ❝ you're going to have to be a bit more specific if you're trying to get me to admit to something. ❞
@starbind , rebekah ; ❛ i don’t want to be afraid of what my brother will do to me for loving you. ❜
a scoff escapes vivienne before she could stop it. her gaze drifting away from rebekah's face, settling on the wall of faded and peeling stickers behind her. she remembered when it was bare, freshly painted as she stood in the middle of the empty building that would eventually become her tattoo parlor. now one of the few places in the french quarter that was neutral territory, and vivienne knew klaus would eventually find a way to change that.
❝ what's he going to do? dagger you for a few years? a century? i doubt i'm worth that amount of trouble in his mind, ❞ she folds her arms across her chest, as if creating a barrier between them. vivienne had spent over a century pretending not to care. it was easier that way. easier than admitting she was terrified of becoming something that someone eventually regretted. ❝ you're worried about what klaus might do, but i'm not exactly rushing to believe any of this lasts forever, ❞ her gaze finally met rebekah's for a brief moment before looking away again, ❝ people change their minds. they leave. i've learned not to expect much else. ❞
@starbind , hayley ; ❛ why won’t you let me help you? why won’t you let me close? ❜
❝ you know why, ❞ the wolves, her pack — it's the same excuse vivienne clung to every time. for her, it was easier to place the blame on the obvious tension between the werewolves and the vampires than to face the simple reality that she still can't allow anyone to see past her carefully crafted persona. even after a century, vivi still retreats into herself and refuses to accept a helping hand from anyone. ❝ i don't want to be caught up in— ❞ she pauses, waving a hand to gesture to everything around them. the mikaelsons, the endless cycle of enemies and bloodshed, new orleans itself. ❝ . . . all of this. ❞