𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒… noémie auclair, an original character with crime and science-fiction themes — human experimentation - extreme violence - addiction - mental illness - and more. this blog will only accept writers 21 and above. personals and minors will be blocked on sight. lore found on this blog takes inspiration from several medias, credit where credit is due. [ mack. 30s. pst. she/her. black. ]
🐍. 𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘. | 🐍. 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦. | 🐍. 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢. | 🐍. 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧.
AFFILIATES: @parieur @cbitus, url, url
rules below the cut.
summary: one of three who survived the experiments issued by the faceless man, roux. as one of his snakes, noémie was trained to be a skilled assassin. unlike the other two— the constrictors; boa and python. noémie was a viper, and the only survivor of the immunization experiments. while working with roux, she developed a gift for toxicology. an obsession, really. her quick and sly nature made her a natural at infiltration, as long as her anger and lust for excitement didn't get in the way. noémie was not the best of his snakes, but she was the favorite.
his name was lucien. he was roux's right hand man, and he was everything to her. he was the reason her loyalties were split. she began to notice the struggle for power between the two men as she got older, but before choice became an option, roux took it from her by tricking her into murdering lucien. with no where else to place her loyalties, roux believed she would turn to him. he was wrong. something broke inside of her that day, and noémie defected. leaving roux, the snakes, and everything she knew behind. today, she acts under no command but her own, biding her time until she can put a bullet through the faceless man's head.
✱ content warning. this character is of my own creation, inspired by several different medias. there will be mentions of drugs, gun-violence, trafficking, death, kidnapping, torture, organized crime, snake imagery && more. i have no triggers, && will not be tagging these subjects unless asked to do so by a writing partner. please curate your space && think carefully before following @venimiss.
noémie is a morally grey character. her views ≠ my views.
i am not french, russian, chinese, japanese, or spanish. i use google translate.
✱ mutuals. @venimiss should be considered to be a private && low activity blog. i am extremely welcoming && encouraging of other ocs. noémie is easily fit into other verses && i encourage private verses. i will rarely follow first && follow back tentatively. please give me time to follow back !! if you do not receive a follow back within a few days, it’s most likely because i don’t believe our writing styles mesh well / cannot see our muses interacting. please do not take this personally !! if i follow you, i intend to write with you, && if you follow me, i will assume the same. if a month passes without any attempt on either side, i will soft block.
memes are the quickest way to get an interaction going with me.
i am not a demanding partner, && do not want demanding partners.
i believe in roleplay community, && enjoy making friends with my writing partners.
✱ dynamics & nsft. i am completely comfortable with shipping, provided our muses have chemistry. i am far more likely to ship with a partner who i’ve become friends with ooc. sexual content, though rare, may appear on this blog. for that reason, && for my own comfort, this blog is reserved for 21+ writers only.
noémie, at times, can be flirtatious. please do not mistake this for an interest in shipping, or an attempt to force a ship on my part.
✱ writing. my writing && formatting are subject to change from time to time. i will use small text, bold, italics, && even special fonts. if this becomes an eye strain issue for you as my writing partner, please inform me. i will always adjust. your comfort comes before my aesthetics !!
your comfort comes before my aesthetics !!
✱ do not follow. i am extremely heavy handed with the block button. don’t even look at any of my blogs if you support trump. i don’t tolerate racism, anti-lgbtqia+, sexism, p3dos, r*pe/non-con, incest, anti-semitism, ableism, witch hunts, or abuse. the general etiquette of roleplay applies. i will block you.
i do support calling attention to people that are genuinely harmful to others.
you should not be using ai to write with me or to write at all.
❛ 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒.ᐟ ❜ noémie bit back, and she bit back hard. she was like this sometimes; wild, angry, and unreasonably cruel. especially to those she loved. it wasn't fair. she knew it wasn't, but it didnt stop her. there was something inside of her that craved the turmoil, and it grew paranoid when things got too good. ❛ 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑧𝑦, 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑦, 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.ᐟ 𝑔𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝘩𝑜𝑛𝑒, @teschmacher.ᐟ 𝑔𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒-𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑠.ᐟ ❜
𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝟏𝐗𝟎𝟏 & 𝟏𝐗𝟎𝟐, always accepting.
↪ always feel welcome to continue asks into threads !!
❝ . . . considering what i have to put up with , you should be the one paying me . ❞ as noémie insisted upon behaving like a child desperately in need of proper disciplining , amelia found herself more than willing to oblige . ( truly , this was the consequence of placing her trust in so called professionals ) . in reality , matters would have progressed far more smoothly had amelia simply handled everything herself from the very beginning .
❝ . . . tell me , do you always behave like such a brat when speaking to your employers , ( or am i receiving special treatment ? ) either way , your attitude is deeply misplaced , and if you continue acting like a child , i will gadly treat you as one . ❞
❛ 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑑.ᐣ 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦. ❜ she keeps an air on nonchalance, but her muscles tense beneath the surface; coiling. if the worse thing amelia can think of is a child, then noémie would take it. it's disrespectful, and untrue ( in this context ), but she has been called far worse. ❛𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑗𝑜𝑏 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑤.❜ metaphorical fangs protruding, her tone possessing some bite before her face masks with a mock pout. ❛ 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟, 𝑖 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤. ❜
noémie had met an abundance of people like amelia. top rung, single-minded bastards and bitches who managed the boots on the ground like machines. adding another cog is always a risk but, should it not work, they have the money to supply themselves with more. ❛ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑗𝑜𝑏 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡𝘩 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡. 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝘩𝑖𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑. ❜
❝ are you so self absorbed you don't realise the position you've put me in? ❞
her expression was kept neutral, bored even as @cbitus spoke. noémie found her nagging to be something akin to a mosquito near her ear. grating and annoying. putain de merde… noémie couldn’t even bother the basic respect of pretending that she cared, her eyes straying to her nails, analyzing as she waiting for a pause. the question almost made her laugh— almost. ❛ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝑛, 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢.ᐣ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒. ❜ she gives a wink as her lips curl with amusement. she often had her fun pulling at the frayed edges of the tightly wound.
𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒, 𝐕𝐎𝐋. 𝟑𝟓, always accepting.
↪ always feel welcome to continue asks into threads !!
HOLD ME IN THE DARK. a collection of emotionally charged lyrics to scratch that angst itch. change verbiage and pronouns as needed. (send + reverse if desired.)
baby, now that i found you, i can't let you go.
i built my world around you, i need you so.
i only make a mess of my head, especially when i'm tied up to you.
love me and you leave me, then you pay me dirt.
used to be my best friend, now friendship isn't an option.
am i enough for you, my dear?
won't you hold me in the dark?
i've tried running but only you can fix my soul.
take me home.
i've been losing myself somehow.
your father says that i ain't worth a dime.
if it all goes south and my luck runs out, will you love me?
i've been washed down the rivers of your soul.
or will you let me down?
somehow, i know we're written in the stars.
we're walking in this lie.
when i see the devil's eyes, a current travels down my spine.
can you find me?
i'm in hell. your taste, your smell, i know you far too well.
your love is poison that won't let me live.
we're all lovers searching for someone.
just say you won't let go.
i've got nothing left to give and you give me nothing now.
i'm not gonna wait until you're done pretending you don't need anyone.
i'm not ready to die, not yet.
life's never like that.
every night, i'm dancing with your ghost.
cause a one in a million chance is still a chance and i would take those odds.
if you were mine i'd never let anyone hurt you.
can i be the one?
now, the day bleeds into nightfall and you're not here to get me through it all.
i let my guard down and then you pulled the rug.
i was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.
i tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes.
i don't wanna be alone tonight.
i can't believe the lies that i went for.
you took my feelings and just threw them out the window.
V.01 ━━ Her answers should've been expected, the deflection wrapped in the same brand of curiosity as his own [ the kind that seeks to learn more for the sake of self-preservation rather than pure interest ], which was something he could respect. ❛❛ << That might be true... But can you blame a man for being cautious, given your line of work? >> ❜❜ He couldn't help the humorous huff at her tease. If anything, part of him had already settled on the idea he would die not as a consequence of his arrogance, but betrayed by his appetites. A feigned sigh of resignation, followed immediately by a smile. ❛❛ << If you insist. Nicolas. >> ❜❜ Not entirely a lie, he was Nicolas on one of his passports.
The glass was left on the counter with the drink unfinished [ drinking anything alcoholic, however little, with a stranger was already an indulgence he rarely allowed himself ], both hands slipping into his pockets. ❛❛ << Now, indulge me for an instant. Was the job hard? >> ❜❜ Judging by the paycheck, he could've guessed the answer... But where's the fun in that?
his caution over her ‘ line of work ’ is met with a coy shrug, and smile to match smile. no teeth this time. could she be any more obnoxiously lady-like? she found herself growing excited over that resigned sigh. she loved winning, even if its only a game within a game. it wasn’t his real name, of course. but his lie went down smoothly enough. like a well-crafted spirit. not all of them did. her eyebrows raised slightly, as if surprised by the sudden surrender of information. the seamless transition from coy to something that floated in the vicinity of impressed, genuine, and altogether pleased. it gave the impression of a veil lifted, a guard slightly dropped… of naivety. she rewarded him with her own ‘ name ’. ❛ 𝑎𝑚𝑒́𝑙𝑖𝑒. ❜
a moment caution betrayed her, bringing her eyes down to the hands that slipped into his pockets before back to his face. cocky bastard. playing at nonchalance. though, she wasn’t entirely sure the nonchalance was an act at all. which was a testament to how believable it was. she takes another sip of her drink, a reset, before setting it down. she gives a look to her suitcase before following with an almost sheepish laugh. she held in her hand the very proof that she was not as she appeared. a metaphorical stain on whatever picture she thought to paint. of all the… she gave a chuckle to mask her irritation. ❛ 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒. 𝑎𝑠 𝑖'𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤. ❜ she danced around the answer. ❛ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦. ❜
