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vampire drama?? (any gender welcome!)

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vampire drama?? (any gender)

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|| Heyy! I have this starter that I wrote a long time ago that never got used. It's about a secluded vampire who's basically blind in light (therefore being light-sensitive in a different way than other vamp stories). She lives in a house on a hill away from pretty much anything. And one day, your character (doesn't matter the gender, but preferably human) finds her. Things to note: this is probably a slow burning romance story that's not super modern but not medieval, she's scary but will reveal a pretty bottom/submissive character, and also that this is an old starter, so I apologize for mistakes. ||


A large, looming mansion sat atop a hill overlooking a valley of trees and wildlife. The mansion, not decrepit, but definitely not kept up, was partially hidden by the tall pines and thick foliage surrounding it. In the day, the brown outer walls of the building blended with the thick trunks of the tree around it. In the night, the house stood a dark looming figure with no light in its windows. It was completely off the grid and unknown to the towns surrounding it, which were several miles away at the closest.

The closest piece of human civilization was a winding country road in the valley below the house, also covered in trees. Those who had vehicle troubles and found their way to the mansion had either found it abandoned or had not been seen again. No one knew, or cared who or what lived in the house on the hill. The gates were closed and the front door was locked to not let anyone know or care what was in it, anyway.

Belladonna Hacan was the 'thing' who lived in that wretched house. A slender, pale figure with raven black hair. Her eyes, a sensitive light grey, matched most of the clothes she wore. Everything in her home was subdued and greyscaled, blacks and greys and occasionally shades of white. It was slightly run down and dusty from her living alone and not being able to fix everything. Her clothes were feminine and flattering but always comfortable. The occasional pops of red in her home and look were bright and vibrant, clearly one of her favorite colors. Her lips and nails were painted in that shade.

The most prominent feature on her face as the long sharp canine teeth that poked her bottom lip too often to go unnoticed. The girl that inhabited this huge, gothic home and kept up the lifestyle to go with it was a vampire. Bella, much like other vampires, was bitten and turned into the creature. She stowed herself away in a mansion and hid from everything to do with humans. Her eyes, before she was turned, were deteriorating. Because of the transformation, their downward progress stopped but she was left with poor eyesight and an extreme sensitivity to light.

Belladonna lived out her days nocturnally. On a particularly windy night, she was alone in her study, sketching in one of the many notebooks she possessed. She sat in a comfy armchair and drew, a bookshelf of filled sketchbooks behind her. The girl wore a long, elegant nightgown made of black silk and her matching hair was tied up in a long ponytail that hit her middle back even tied. Billowing smoke rolled from a candle that was just recently blown out, the flickering light had bothered her too much to focus on her art.

|| I left how your character finds the house open for you to decide. Hit me up! ||

vampire drama?? (any gender welcome!)

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|| Heyy! I have this starter that I wrote a long time ago that never got used. It's about a secluded vampire who's basically blind in light (therefore being light-sensitive in a different way than other vamp stories). She lives in a house on a hill away from pretty much anything. And one day, your character (doesn't matter the gender, but preferably human) finds her. Things to note: this is probably a slow burning romance story that's not super modern but not medieval, she's scary but will reveal a pretty bottom/submissive character, and also that this is an old starter, so I apologize for mistakes. ||


A large, looming mansion sat atop a hill overlooking a valley of trees and wildlife. The mansion, not decrepit, but definitely not kept up, was partially hidden by the tall pines and thick foliage surrounding it. In the day, the brown outer walls of the building blended with the thick trunks of the tree around it. In the night, the house stood a dark looming figure with no light in its windows. It was completely off the grid and unknown to the towns surrounding it, which were several miles away at the closest.

The closest piece of human civilization was a winding country road in the valley below the house, also covered in trees. Those who had vehicle troubles and found their way to the mansion had either found it abandoned or had not been seen again. No one knew, or cared who or what lived in the house on the hill. The gates were closed and the front door was locked to not let anyone know or care what was in it, anyway.

Belladonna Hacan was the 'thing' who lived in that wretched house. A slender, pale figure with raven black hair. Her eyes, a sensitive light grey, matched most of the clothes she wore. Everything in her home was subdued and greyscaled, blacks and greys and occasionally shades of white. It was slightly run down and dusty from her living alone and not being able to fix everything. Her clothes were feminine and flattering but always comfortable. The occasional pops of red in her home and look were bright and vibrant, clearly one of her favorite colors. Her lips and nails were painted in that shade.

The most prominent feature on her face as the long sharp canine teeth that poked her bottom lip too often to go unnoticed. The girl that inhabited this huge, gothic home and kept up the lifestyle to go with it was a vampire. Bella, much like other vampires, was bitten and turned into the creature. She stowed herself away in a mansion and hid from everything to do with humans. Her eyes, before she was turned, were deteriorating. Because of the transformation, their downward progress stopped but she was left with poor eyesight and an extreme sensitivity to light.

Belladonna lived out her days nocturnally. On a particularly windy night, she was alone in her study, sketching in one of the many notebooks she possessed. She sat in a comfy armchair and drew, a bookshelf of filled sketchbooks behind her. The girl wore a long, elegant nightgown made of black silk and her matching hair was tied up in a long ponytail that hit her middle back even tied. Billowing smoke rolled from a candle that was just recently blown out, the flickering light had bothered her too much to focus on her art.

|| I left how your character finds the house open for you to decide. Hit me up! ||

{any gender} ~Vying~

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{any gender} ~Vying~

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(This is a very basic, simple version of the idea in my head. We can explore different options and really make this a story we both like to write. Any gender is welcome, but fair warning, you will be playing a more dominant character by far. Please only message if you are active at least twice a week.)

{Muse A will be my character and Muse B will be yours. I'll give a rough description of your general personality, but you have full reigns on the character.}

In a world where werepeople have existed for centuries, modern times are much easier for the tribes of werewolves. They live in mafia type groups with huge houses and lots of allies. The social hierarchies of these tribes, however, have not been modernized and are very much still in tact. Alphas, either male or female, were the head of the social group and frequently had meetings with other tribes to discuss allyship and threats on their power. Omegas were the lowest social group and most frequently were the housekeepers for the tribe. The hierarchy was very respected and enforced.

In order to find their proper mate, werewolves were given a special ability to smell their soulmate. Normally, they would smell what they were most attracted to. For example, some people would smell flowers, or sweets, or freshly cut grass. The smell was very prominent and instinctual, normally a clear sign to who their person was. Alphas would normally match with other highranking people, from either their tribe or another. Social classes stayed with their same class. It was how things had been done for as long as anyone alive could remember.

Muse A was born an Omega to an Omega father and a middle class mother. She was the sole housekeeper to her large tribe, since she was the lowest class member they had. Her job was to cook, clean, do laundry, and be a secretary for her Alpha leader. Because of this job of hers, she served the ally Alphas in their bimonthly meetings that her tribe held. They were mostly all older men who hit on her for her looks as a young woman. There were a few older women that kept the men in order, however. Muse B was the new Alpha to a longstanding, respectful tribe. It was a hereditary title that their father passed down to them. Muse B was already extremely respected as an Alpha and this was the first ally meeting that they would be present at. They came in late from traffic and sat down halfway through the meeting. Around the halfway mark, Muse A came out dressed in formal black to top off the Alphas drinks as she always did and as she passed the new young alpha, a strong smell of new books and old leather hit her like a train. She scurried quickly out of the room, a pale look on her face, as she was afraid Muse B might have noticed. An Omega hooked to an Alpha? Muse A was terrified.

However, you can't ignore your soulmate for long. Especially when they come stay with your tribe while their new house is built. And especially when an alpha keeps vying for your attention.