the crone's pride

mira. road of lilith. autarkis. ((vtm rp blog))

[normaltremere]

info post/directory

this is both an individual character blog and the hub for all of my VTM/oWod blogs. i follow/send asks from @normaltremere. 

this is an NSFW BLOG, 18+ only. please do not follow me if you are under 18. i tag for sexual content with #nsfw text and #nsfw, but i am not comfortable with minors following my blog.

i may or may not follow you back. this is not personal! some people i enjoy rping with are frequent posters, and i do not follow them because of volume of posts/rping in different fandoms/etc etc. if i do not follow you, i am still open to rping with you.

nick’s backstory involves CSA, physical abuse, rape, and religious cults. i tag for the most explicit mentions of these topics with the format “[topic] cw”. more vague mentions of these subjects will not be tagged by default, but if something comes up a lot that you would prefer to see tagged, please send me an ask.

a few of my blogs have tags for music that reminds me of them. nick’s is “radio edenson”, mira’s is “zillah’s litany”, and erik’s is “the finished score”. now you can track them or block them as your heart sees fit!

my ask box is currently open to anons. please do not bother sending me shitty anons. i’m not going to post them. i’m just going to delete them. if you have an issue with me, please send it to me un-anon. my discord is private.

CURRENT CHARACTER BLOGS:

@normaltremere  Nick Edenson, Seneschal of Los Angeles, secret Tremere imposter

@viabahari - Miryam (aka “Mira”), 5th generation Baali, Road of Lilith

@akashasrecord - Akasha Hall, 12th generation Tremere apprentice

@butchigor - Heather Poe AU, semi-independent Tremere chantry ghoul, butch lesbian

@thecarthagequeen - Alex Mueller, True Brujah, Camarilla Archon based out of New York

@strangerthanyoudreamtit - Erik. Nosferatu musician and lover of trapdoors. Yes, that Erik.

@primogenstrauss - Maximillian Strauss, former Tremere Regent, deceased. Defunct, not related to the other Strauss blog which is a different universe. Don’t worry about it.

[viabahari]

mm. men put too much stock in large breasts.

[thinbloodalchemy]

you don't like big tits, Ms. Mira? big booba?

[viabahari]

i like breasts of all sizes, my dear. but men tend to assume larger breasts are preferable in all cases.

[viabahari]

mm. men put too much stock in large breasts.

[diablerizing]

ARE THEY NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LARGE?

[viabahari]

my dear, they can be any manner of size. you wouldn't accuse me of being weak for my modest means, would you?

[diablerizing]

AH, NO. ALL TITS OF ALL SIZES ARE GOOD!

[viabahari]

what a quick study you are!

[viabahari]

mm. men put too much stock in large breasts.

[diablerizing]

ARE THEY NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LARGE?

[viabahari]

my dear, they can be any manner of size. you wouldn't accuse me of being weak for my modest means, would you?

[viabahari]

mm. men put too much stock in large breasts.

[zinfandelprince]

from a purely artistic standpoint, all breasts are good ones.

[viabahari]

oh, undoubtably. from a purely artistic standpoint, of course.

[viabahari]

mm. men put too much stock in large breasts.

[heilige-oder-hexe]

Oh! Ms. Mira is online!

[viabahari]

why don't you?

[heilige-oder-hexe]

I don't want to sound juvenile...

When I was young, I was consistently ill, and confined to my bedroom. I had one friend to my name; he was a young man called Albrecht, son to a midwife living on the outskirts of town.

He left when his mother was murdered, and promised he would return to me. Of course it was centuries ago, but...

[viabahari]

there is a strong likelihood he has died a natural death, my dear.

[heilige-oder-hexe]

Yes. Of course, it's bordering the realm of delusion to believe otherwise, but...

I don't know. Part of me believes I would have known if he'd died, somehow; that I would have sensed it and understood it implicitly. I'm probably fooling myself, of course. But I do want him to come back.

[viabahari]

you have nothing to feel foolish for. often, we know things in our heart that are impossible to prove otherwise.

[heilige-oder-hexe]

You're right. I know he's there. He's persisted, somehow.

And...waiting doesn't work. If this is what I want, I've got to take the steps to find him myself.

[viabahari]

correct. if he persists, somewhere, there is a reason he has not yet returned to you.

[heilige-oder-hexe]

Oh! Ms. Mira is online!

[viabahari]

why don't you?

[heilige-oder-hexe]

I don't want to sound juvenile...

When I was young, I was consistently ill, and confined to my bedroom. I had one friend to my name; he was a young man called Albrecht, son to a midwife living on the outskirts of town.

He left when his mother was murdered, and promised he would return to me. Of course it was centuries ago, but...

[viabahari]

there is a strong likelihood he has died a natural death, my dear.

[heilige-oder-hexe]

Yes. Of course, it's bordering the realm of delusion to believe otherwise, but...

I don't know. Part of me believes I would have known if he'd died, somehow; that I would have sensed it and understood it implicitly. I'm probably fooling myself, of course. But I do want him to come back.

[viabahari]

you have nothing to feel foolish for. often, we know things in our heart that are impossible to prove otherwise.

[heilige-oder-hexe]

Oh! Ms. Mira is online!

[viabahari]

why don't you?

[heilige-oder-hexe]

I don't want to sound juvenile...

When I was young, I was consistently ill, and confined to my bedroom. I had one friend to my name; he was a young man called Albrecht, son to a midwife living on the outskirts of town.

He left when his mother was murdered, and promised he would return to me. Of course it was centuries ago, but...

[viabahari]

there is a strong likelihood he has died a natural death, my dear.

[heilige-oder-hexe]

Oh! Ms. Mira is online!

[viabahari]

why don't you?

[heilige-oder-hexe]

Oh! Ms. Mira is online!

[viabahari]

hello, dear. it seems i was missed, hmm?

[heilige-oder-hexe]

Perhaps a little. You're a fascinating conversationalist.

[viabahari]

i think you must be starved for good conversation in your court.

[heilige-oder-hexe]

I'd tell you otherwise, but...well, I'm often very busy, and the Prince is, ah...I wouldn't say we have much personal synergy.

[viabahari]

hmmm. i think you're leaving something unspoken.

[heilige-oder-hexe]

It wouldn't be polite to go on about.

[viabahari]

oh, i've never been one much for niceties.

[heilige-oder-hexe]

Well...very well, then. I suppose it can't hurt.

The Prince of Erfurt, Johannes von Wettin, is my sire, as well as my elder brother. He's married to the image of his own authority, but it's really only by my own efforts that Erfurt is a functional domain. Despite all that, he still has the gall to treat me like a foolish little girl...

[viabahari]

mm. my sire was like that, too. so much still turns on the axis of men's whims, hmm?

[heilige-oder-hexe]

Oh! Ms. Mira is online!

[viabahari]

hello, dear. it seems i was missed, hmm?

[heilige-oder-hexe]

Perhaps a little. You're a fascinating conversationalist.

[viabahari]

i think you must be starved for good conversation in your court.

[heilige-oder-hexe]

I'd tell you otherwise, but...well, I'm often very busy, and the Prince is, ah...I wouldn't say we have much personal synergy.

[viabahari]

hmmm. i think you're leaving something unspoken.

[heilige-oder-hexe]

It wouldn't be polite to go on about.

[viabahari]

oh, i've never been one much for niceties.

[heilige-oder-hexe]

Oh! Ms. Mira is online!

[viabahari]

hello, dear. it seems i was missed, hmm?

[heilige-oder-hexe]

Perhaps a little. You're a fascinating conversationalist.

[viabahari]

i think you must be starved for good conversation in your court.

[heilige-oder-hexe]

I'd tell you otherwise, but...well, I'm often very busy, and the Prince is, ah...I wouldn't say we have much personal synergy.

[viabahari]

hmmm. i think you're leaving something unspoken.

[scandalousladysuggestion]

anytime upon which i enter a room there is always a young ingenue who steals a frightened glance at my arrival and promptly turns to her nearest companion and whispers “my god, it’s her” in equal parts fear and awe. 

[heilige-oder-hexe]

Oh! Ms. Mira is online!

[viabahari]

hello, dear. it seems i was missed, hmm?

[heilige-oder-hexe]

Perhaps a little. You're a fascinating conversationalist.

[viabahari]

i think you must be starved for good conversation in your court.

[heilige-oder-hexe]

Oh! Ms. Mira is online!

[viabahari]

hello, dear. it seems i was missed, hmm?

[emetstavridis]

Why does everyone keep calling me a pervert?

[viabahari]

pervert vibes

[emetstavridis]

I've never even met you!

[viabahari]

try to keep it that way, darling