𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙮.

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴?

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──     𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 / 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 / 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴?

disclaimer under the cut.

one. quite selective with the blogs I decide to follow.

two. common roleplay courtesy is expected: no Godmoding unless plotted otherwise, cutting posts in replies, respect for characterization, and so on.

three. shipping is allowed, though I must ask the muse is +18. that being said, no smut with underage characers will happen.

four. I am caught up with the series for the most part, as well as adjacent works. taking this into consideration, there will likely be spoilers from time to time. I’ll try keep everything properly tagged.

five. random starters, unprompted asks and plotting is highly encouraged!

six. i have no issue with duplicates. the more, the merrier, i think. feel free to follow. unfortunately i don't do exclusives, don't really have mains either. all muses are welcome to plot interaction.

Please be patient with me. my activity will be inconsistent and replies come as I feel them, not in drafting order.

thank you for reading! the name is geese, 25+ she/her they/them

[regenbogen-flummi]

[violetfaded]

kinda headcanon, kinda theory that i have is that lx hasn't revealed his real power yet. i don't think his power is to be able to listen to people's heartbeats, but that's what he says to make others unguarded or understimate him.

connected to that lie, my personal headcanon is that, being the avid reader that he is, liu xiao read tell-tale heart when younger and became fascinated with the story, everything about the protagonist revealing his weakness and his crimes in a crazed state represented by the heartbeats of his victim's corpse. something that only he was able to hear. that's when the idea of it stayed with him and he used it as reference when confronting other people with abilities like his.

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bite me - sae 🧍‍♂️

there’s a tale that he’d once read, as a boy. in the story, a man is afraid of his own heartbeat, haunted by the echo of it as he’s interrogated by a couple of officers who were called by a neighbor. unable to bear it, the man confesses to a crime: he’d killed an old man, and the heartbeat was never his but someone else’s entirely; it was the reflection of his sin, the all-consuming guilt.

it was one of liu xiao’s favorite short-stories, growing up. the thought of someone’s emotions overpowering all reason, permeating through the film of reality to sit and turn into something uglier and ever-present, like the cacophony of a heart that’s stained with remorse, or want.

his laugh escapes him before he can disguise it, a hand flies to cover his own mouth, slightly embarrassed by the sudden sound. judging by the way sae’s brows furrow, he suspects the other doesn’t appreciate the interruption. liu xiao offers him an apologetic smile, hands up like he was caught doing something bad. “i’m not laughing at you.”

“it tickles… right here.” his head tilts to the side, revealing the place that sae had pressed moments before with sharp teeth. though there’s no visible marking left, his skin burns hot where sae’s mouth touched.

liu xiao guides him inside the apartment, making sure not to drop him as he balances the man on his back. when was the last time he’d give anyone a piggyback ride? perhaps his older brother, many years ago. or one of his younger cousins, he can’t tell.

he places sae carefully on the couch.

“are you thirsty? stay here, i can give you some water—” liu xiao’s voice cuts abruptly, interrupted by a sudden pull that brings him down to a knee, coming face to face with sae’s half-lidded eyes. his mind wanders. he recalls the moment the nameless protagonist became assaulted with the fear of being found out, of being seen. was his heartbeat loud enough to be heard?

“hm? do you not recognize me? i’m your neighbor.”

@sukareo

[mournfulroses]

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Send “Bite Me” for my muse’s reaction to being bitten by your muse.

[moons-wish]

'i was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which i'd found the simplest and most lasting joys: the smells of summer, the part of town i loved, a certain evening sky, marie's dresses and the way she laughed.'

albert camus, 'the stranger' (1942).

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Liu Xiao is back with yet another hat to add to his collection

[regenbogen-flummi]

[8nin]

I'm like if a missing person was literally right there

[violetfaded]

spent last night catching up on my pending books (finally finishing The Road) and drew a little Liu xiao thing. today I'll try to sneak in a reply or two🫰

[burntpa1ace]

he may be bisexual but he’s a bottom, @violetfaded

[violetfaded]

" those aren't mutually exclusive "

[burntpa1ace]

“Just need everyone to know they might need to crack out the strap for you.”

[violetfaded]

" you're making it sound like it will become a problem, are you jealous? "

[burntpa1ace]

he may be bisexual but he’s a bottom, @violetfaded

[violetfaded]

" those aren't mutually exclusive "

[violetfaded]

forgot to say but my liu xiao is bi

[thesinginglark12]

KIM SOLEUM WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN LINK CLICK

[zachrp]

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.

[xxrrisxx]

There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.

Haruki Murakami