Hi! This is Venice Maarten, posting live to you from fucking Barovia I guess!
Call me Ven. She/her, aroace lesbian or something, 27, disgraced former journalist, warlock I fucking guess. Probably have anxiety but I'm in the shitty vampire isekai world so idc about that rn. No the vampires are not hot they're all either massive fucking jerks or twinks with psychological trauma.
Before anyone asks: The burn scars are from fire. A lot of it. At the same time. No it wasn't one I set.
If a certain someone can see this: The only finger I'm ever giving you is 🖕. Go take a bath in holy water. Or whatever hurts vampires I don't fucking know
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I have access to her account too. Call me Radiance.
OOC intro stuff now!
This is a RP/IC blog for my D&D(ish - she's also been in Call of Cthulhu rpg, and is really from an original verse) OC and her patron.
IC posts in normal text (and tagged as "Ven posting") are from Ven, posts in large blue text (and tagged "RD posting") are from her patron! Also, if there's IC tag talk on a post/rb it's from Ven.
RD is short for "Radiant Destruction" but she has other names, including Radiance, Threnody, and a few other impressive-sounding names that she probably made up to scare people with. She's a Great Old One, from my original Lovecraft-inspired verse. She likes fire, blinding light, gore and violence, being cryptic and confusing, and thinking she's hot shit. She uses she/her, it/its, and they/them pronouns. She is horrible and I love her <3
I'm willing to interact with anyone, but I often get scared of bothering people with my OCs so if you Want to interact with Ven (or RD) you may have to be the one to initiate. Feel free to bother and annoy and upset Ven. She is a "chew toy" type of character <3
My main blog is @goldpilot22 and you can probably find more info about these two on there somewhere!
Also, drawings of them! (Well, of RD's human-ish form. She has several forms but this is the most comprehensible)
dont let people tell u ur attraction to fire is "abnormal" or "hazardous" prometheus doesnt have his liver eaten every day for u to ignore the allure of arson
his swagless mental breakdowns this, his homoerotic patterns of grief that. what about HER grief-stricken moments of extremely poor decisionmaking? what about HER incredibly alarming isolation and trauma-driven life choices?!?!?!
tagging shit I don't know. fuck. goddamn it that's hitting something alright. ow.
anyone else ever wanted to live so badly that a god heard it? that the consequences of your decisions burnt down an entire village? that everything you used to be went up in flames anyway?
(( this post is magically augmented by a god (this one!). if you reblog this post, your muse receives a 13 oz sky blue-and-gold clay mug w two handles, filled with their favorite soup or stew. mun decides the pattern whether its flexks or stripes or spots or flowers or w/e. the soup mug appears in a little gold bubble waiting to be taken, directly from their device screen. it cannot be spilled unless taken from the bubble. and yes, more reblogs = more soup ))
thanks hi nice to meet you my name's Ven im 5'0, aroace and lesbian, and all my piercing holes closed up when I got nearly burned to death by a cult, and I'm stuck in fucking barovia
(( ourgh I wanna bring Ven back into action too. but I don't have any action to bring her into... she's universe-locked, and doesn't have ongoing plot because D&D hasn't happened in way too long and will probably continue to not. and I can't pull a Shasa with her because unlike Harper she's got an actual character arc she's in the middle of. and I don't want to just make another au because she's one of those characters where a good chunk of the fun is in the interplay between them and their surroundings/situation. and I've grown so attached to this particular version of her I don't want to change her situation
I cannot put into mortal words how fucking badly I want that swedish goat to burn. We live in a modern surveillance hellscape and not only is big brother watching you but he’s monitoring your purchase habits so he can sell you a smart refrigerator that will spy on you for the cia. the full weight of modern technology can be rallied to protect that straw monument to human hubris and I want us to burn it anyway. I want the might of modern society to crumple in the face of a drunk swede with a zippo lighter. we can do it just take my hand
“3,090 degrees Fahrenheit is the temperature at which sand becomes glass, in a process known as the Pilkington Process. This is not the temperature of burning; this is the temperature of becoming something.”