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i am thinking abt that unsettling thing jedis could do post. but in relation to bram
#opal.txt#oc tag: bram#he has no idea what is weird or not. that was not a concern ffor him growing up#likewise the children under his care do not find any of the stuff he does strange - in the bad way#like yes he is strange sometimes but they know he would never harm them#his right leg is in a brace but he uses the force so you don't notice him#likewise he wears a mask that obscures his lower face. has a scar on the left side of his face from his nose to jaw - mostly hidden by mask#and he doesn't speak - aloud#he speaks through the force#but bc you can't see his mouth your brain assumes he is just speaking aloud#or he signs. very rarely does he speak#he is tall and lanky (but muscular under his desert planet clothes)#long black hair and pale blue eyes (i affectionately describe them like ice or dead fish blue)#one man army. escaped from empire captivity and now he attacks ships and other transports#rescues force-sensitive kids or just kids who are being taken against their will#he also has a staff! probably has his kyber crystal in it
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Bram is my first deoncelerization beam victim RAAAA
I'm not very happy with this drawing but I finished it at 3 am and will be drawing him lots more anyways
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Happy Women's Day!! have some gals! (And izzy, they're just there i suppose)
@belovedknightdraws come get the kids
#happy women’s day#i love when women#I love these kiddos#i felt compelled to fix up something so here we are#my art#toasterfireart#joint custody oc#my ocs <3#joint custordy: vampire edition#ily brams you're so silly with that#viper and calisto#i don't have a tag for izzy bro idk i can't just do izzy it's just a name#knight on fire coalition#im so tired <3#i hate to say but I'm listening to a 22 min long song called tortured lesbians ripped apart#not important just a note
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HEY GUYS haven't been active today me and my partner are doing a DND campaign!; Super excited or it <3
— Mini HC
Ranpo is a DND nerd and invited Poe into the DND club he runs. So now they do campaigns together!
Ranpo always provides the group snacks & Poe loves storytelling<3
#bsd atsushi#bsd dazai#bsd fyodor#bsd season 5#bsd sigma#bungou stray dogs#bsd chuuya#bsd manga#dark era bsd#bsd nikolai#bsd akutagawa#bsd poe#bsd ranpo#bsd bram#dnd art#dnd character#dnd ocs#headcanon#uhhhh#other tags idk#this is cute#I love this idea ngl
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this is bram, they’re one of the vampires from my story i’m writing, Our Corrosive Symbiosis 🪻
- 25 (bodily), i haven’t really established how long they’ve been around but it’s been A While
- they/them, intersex, islander
- their mother was in love with a vampire, but didn’t want to be turned
- her pregnancy almost k/lled her, and her lover turned her anyway out of desperation
- she withers away, refusing to feed
- their father fed on animals, and taught them to do the same
- in my little canon since they were turned in utero they grow until they’re fully formed, so roughly 25
- symbolism includes moths, the color green
god im lov this motherfkcer so much they are So Good ive cried so much for them
#digital art#art tag#my oc#oc stuff#oc artwork#original character#i named them bramble first shortened it to bram And Then i realized#vampires#vampire oc#original story#procreate#im gonna upload cosme next#it’s so funny i’ve yet to draw my main character lol#i’ve sketched everyone out but i need to draw him out#i made him on the sims funny enough#queer oc#queer characters#gay vampire posting#my art
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cannot stop thinking abt this email i got yesterday
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LAST POST I SWEAR BUT LOOK AT THEM
#AORRY ABOUT THE SPAM AGAIN#from now on if u dont want spam just block my ocs tags#i completely understand BDBDBDB#ocs#blitz#bram
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So I made an OC. Her name is Producer and she is a lovely little traumatized murderer. I freaking love her
Bloody picture under the cut <3
#Bram scratches at your door#gacha oc#OC tag#tw pink blood#original character#OC#Gacha club#Gacha plus#i dont condone murder#just like to make ocs that do it#tw blood
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can't sleep tonight, so this is what came out of it. i still find it hilarious that aya is literally just,,, carrying bram stoker around on her back. SHES LITERALLY TEN HELP
on the other hand this is actually hilarious ignoring the high stakes. just this ten year old walking around the airport with bram "dracula" stoker on her back, somehow a backpack (HOW DID SHE DO THIS) with a sword stuck through him???? she goes to security and they dead ass go,,, "you can't take that in there :'))))"
she glares like "bitch he's not a that!!!! also it's not his fault he cant walk, some asshole cut his legs off" (fukuchi)
all im saying is that while this arc will be very tense once it's animated, it's gonna be SO FUNNY
also side-eyeing the current season. there's no WAY we're finishing the current arc within the season and that makes me worried. the current options from my pov are:
they add more episodes (probably the best solution imo)
they cut content out (NO, they already took so much of sigma's stuff out :( )
they stop the season near the end of the arc (not ideal, but it means they're still going to give it the time it deserves)
they do stop the season near the end of the arc... and almost immediately start the next one without a flashback arc (doubtful and highly unlikely)
losing my mind
also if i did not tag spoilers correctly for bsd please let me know so i can change and fix it! im fairly new to all this but i dont want to accidentally spoil anyone :')
#my art#traditional art#bungo stray dogs#bsd bram stoker#bsd aya#bsd manga#bsd manga spoilers#ocs#as well as other characters and references#im bad at tagging atm please bear with me#original post
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i need 2 draw my ocs again wtf
#i looked thru my oc tag and yall dont know abt celestine so maybe ill post a compilation of her#but im also talking abt my OLD old ocs#bram and mizu for the ogs
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#Dracula#Berserker#Bersicker#Bram Stoker#1. this poor wolf Drac completely disregards all signs to back off and seems amused by them#2. this fits the dynamic so congrats to my friend's OC being the first to get a ref tag for the dynamic#dynamic: a&c#vampires#wolves
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Inktober 4 vampire
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BSD ROLEPLAY BLOGS MASTERLIST
PLEASE SEND ME AN ASK WITH YOUR CHARACTER I SWEAR TO GOD. I’m trying my best to keep up with this, but if you’re an asshole/not nice when roleplaying/force plots on other roleplayers/etc? Not being added. And if you have a problem with one of the roleplayers on this list, tell me.
(I know I’m missing some im sorry ueueuue)
THSI JS EXTREMELY OUTDATED.
EDIT: hey hey it’s not letting me tag any more people lmao
15!Dazai: @disqualifiedasahuman
15!Chuuya: @doglover556
Ranpo: @ramuneranpo
Poe: @ranpos-rival
Nikolai: @nikolai-gogol-real
Agatha Christie: @agathachristiebsd
Yooko Ota (OC): @yookoota
Kunikida: @notamathmatician
Atsushi: @chazukelover5105
Sigma: @sky-casin0
Fyodor: @fyodorsdostoevsky
Akutagawa: @rashoumonaku
Tecchou: @loveants
PM!Chuuya: @chuuya-nakaharapm
Kyoka: @bunnykyoka
Poe and Karl: @ask-poeandkarl
Yosano: @thou-shaltnot-die
Chiyu Nakahara (OC): @nakachi101
Dazai: @crabbydazai
Kaiji: @creatoroflemons
Kouyou: @golden-demon-pm
Nyx Fleance (oc): @nyx-fleance
Odasaku: @fl4wless23
Ango: @themafiasinformant
Nathanial: @thepastorsblood
Kunikida: @manofhisideals
Jouno: @thesepricelesstears
Sakoto Dazai (OC): @crabisnasty1234
Kyoka: @crepes-is-life
Victor Hugo (OC): @the-wretched-informant
Teruko: @teru-ru-ru-ko
Shibusawa: @eternalboredom
Tanizaki Siblings: @tanizakisiblings
Gin: @thesecondakutagawa
Giacomo Leopardi (oc?): @normal-italian-tourist
Collette Èpine (oc): @collettescorner
Ritsu Satō (oc): @angels-trump3t
Kalma (oc): @rewriting-fate
Bram Stoker: @vampirebram
Beast!Dazai: @yearningfortheend
The Scythe (oc): @thescythe-pm
Beast!Chuuya: @snowydusk
Oni!Chuuya: @onichuuya-yokai
Kitsune!Dazai: @kitsune-dazai
Aya: @worldsbiggesthero
Tachihara: @midwinter-momento
16!Chuuya(?)): @chuuyanakaharalovesdogs
Q: @dogramagra-and-destruction
Elinor Wylie (oc): @elinors-fishing-bureau
Fem!Chuuya: @dazais-biggest-hater
Fem!Dazai: @osamudazaiisawoman
#bsd roleplay#bsd rp#15!dazai#15!chuuya#ranpo edogawa#Edgar Allan poe bsd#nikolai gogol#agatha christie#Kunikida#atsushi nakajima#fyodor dostoyevsky bsd#akutagawa ryuunosuke
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Okay, let’s make this a ✨masterlist✨
My most recent/ongoing work:
Never to Return - Catholic virgin fem OC x Cardinal Copia (let’s call it a slowburn maybe?) // most recent chapter here
(If you want to be included in a tag list concerning this ongoing series, hmu!)
Dom Cardinal Copia:
In the name of Distraction - 1st person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he is a brat tamer in this.)
La piccola morte - 1st person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he helps you deal with a bad dream in his own ways.)
You and Me and the Devil makes Three - 2nd person fem POV x fem oc x Cardinal Copia (he likes to watch you watch him. A threesome.)
“This might’ve been a little bit too much” - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (Copia is not amused and he’s going to punish you for it.)
“Mangiamo!” - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he’s a bit switchy in this, but that’s your fault.)
One Morning with Cardinal Copia - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he’s a soft dom in this, and he woke up horny.)
Lay all your Love on me - 1st person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (flash fic. He’s a soft dom and makes sure to kiss you properly before he goes all the way)
Sub Cardinal Copia:
An ice-capped Fire - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (Copia is a whiny, pleading little whore in this short one shot.)
Fics with more than one chapter:
If I could turn back the Time… - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (my first fic ever. Never intended to write more than one part. I add to them whenever I see fit. // Reader basically meets her old flame after ten years of not having been able to see him.)
Until you’re Mine - 2nd person fem POV x Dracopia ! (Reader goes on an adventure to meet the Cun-, the Count and it’s oddly Bram Stoker’s Dracula coded.)
Never to Return - 3rd person catholic virgin OC POV x Cardinal Copia (Alice is a catholic woman who lives a pious life, well, does she really? Because one errant night, she meets a mysterious, satanic man who’s gonna help her with exploring new shores…)
My Wattpad account:
I’m slowly but surely transferring all my fics from Wattpad to AO3 so there might still me some which I haven’t uploaded on AO3 yet, like this one for example.
Copia is quite the violent dom in there.
Thank you all for reading my silly little stories! 💓💓💓
Here’s a photo of the man I am definitely not obsessed with 🤥:
#cardinal copia#ghost band#papa emeritus iv#the band ghost#cardinal copia smut#cardinal copia x reader#papa emeritus x reader#cardinal copia x female reader#ghost band fanfic#ghost#CardiC#ghost twt#tobias forge#cardinal copia x original character#cardinal copia fluff#cardinal copia x oc#cardinal copia fanfiction#cardi#masterlist#ghost smut#smut#smut fanfiction#rat man#papa copia#sub cardinal copia#dom/sub#dom Cardinal Copia#cardinal copia supremacy#thebandghostsmut#Ghost bc
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OC QUESTIONNAIRE
@nitrozem tagged me a while back and I'm finally doing it. Thank you! I'm gonna do my favourite vampire loser because of course I'm gonna
NAME: Ross P. Vatore. Yes he took his husband's surname, he was always gonna do it. And he never says what the P stands for. He hates it. But I can tell you. It's Petal. Ross Petal, like rose petals. You know. His parents thought they were being funny. But really, 18 yo me thought I was being funny.
NICKNAME: Babyface (by Lilith, because she thought he looked very very young, and people thought it too, he had to show his ID far too often 💀, this led to his mustache era but didn't make Lilith stop calling him that), Gramps (by his descendants, Pastel, Moss and [redacted gen 10 heir])
GENDER: cis man
STAR SIGN: Aries
HEIGHT: 1.85m
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: I've always imagined that one side of his father's family came from Ireland (sims-Ireland), the other from Italy (sims-Italy, again). I never really went in detail about his mother's ethnicity or nationality though, I'm not sure where December is descended from.
FAVORITE FRUIT: certainly not plasma fruit, he hates the texture 💀 He likes cherries.
FAVORITE SEASON: Winter
FAVORITE FLOWER: He's the rose gen sim and I'm predictable, so. Yeah.
FAVORITE SCENT: ...am I gonna be predictable again. Thing is I'm bad with scents, long story short, my senses of smell and taste are weird (and not because of covid, they've always been like that) and that extends to answering stuff like this. Anyway yeah I'm going with predictable 💀
COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Not a lot my dude, but he's a vampire, he'll be fine. It depends on the season, he sleeps more in the summer to avoid sunlight.
DOGS or CATS: Doggos
DREAM TRIP: Probably some old scary castle in Europe. We have a lot of them, can't pick just one. He'd probably do some Transylvania trip. You know, Dracula and all that. Even though this goddamn fanboy could probably tell you everything Bram Stoker did wrong but he'd still want to go to Transylvania anyway.
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Just one and it usually ends down on the ground. Boy's got nightmares (daymares?) and kicks around a lot while sleeping.
RANDOM FACT: One time for Halloween he went as a Twilight vampire. Basically he just covered himself with far too much glitter and couldn't wash it off for days, and his home was glittery for ages too. 10/10 would do it again
Not gonna officially tag anyone bc this is old and I feel like I've seen everyone and their mother do it, but if you haven't and want to, feel free to say I tagged you <3
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Never Alone - Boromir X OC
relationship: Boromir x OC
fandom: Lord of the Rings
word count: 1421
story summary: alerted something bad might happen to his love, Boromir attempts to soothe his anxiety by ensuring she knows no matter the distance, he will always be there with her. His actions might just save her life.
inspired by Bram Stoker's The Chain of Destiny.
notes: this was written for @heilith to try and cheer her up a little bit <3 she prompted me to publish it and I’ve finally gained the courage to do so too! It’s my first Boromir fic and on top of that, I haven't written anything in AGES o.o please be gentle with me
Made a little AU, hope you all enjoy it! reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated
tag list: @fizzyxcustard @middleearthpixie @glassgulls @evenstaredits @knittastically @heilith @lathalea @way-too-addicted-to-fandoms if you'd like to be added or removed from my tag list, please let me know
As the only female soldier in the ranks, Elydia had her own private room to get dressed in. Chainmail rattled as it poured over her bosom, before crinkling together around her waist as she put her belt on. She let her hands slide down her thighs a bit, for no reason really other than the fact she knew she had an audience; an audience, mind you, that liked the sight of his strong woman.
Grabbing a gauntlet, Elydia turned to offer a knowing look to the man whom had attempted to sneak in, but had failed incredibly due to his squeaky boots.
Boromir, son of the steward of Gondor, stood leaned against the doorway to the small room. He didn’t look surprised upon being caught, but he also did not reciprocate her smile.
Starting to tie her gauntlet so it sat taught against her arm, she tilted her head in a silent question to him. His continued silence prompted her to voice the question: “What has my beloved warrior looking so pouty?”
“I do not pout.”
Smirking slightly at succeeding to cut through his silence, Elydia focused her green eyes down at the gauntlet once more. “Mm… I did not want to say you were ‘brooding’. It gives away too much of my thoughts on you. After all, brooding is the sexy man’s pout.”
Boromir looked away from her only to try and contain a chuckle. This was not a time for light-hearted conversation. “I wish to talk to you.”
“What of, my love?”
“I had a disconcerting dream.”
Gauntlet finally tied as tightly as she liked it, she turned her gaze to him once more. “Disconcerting? How?”
“It was of you. You did not make it back.” He stepped inside the little changing room fully, and reached out to her waist, calloused fingers moving over chainmail shakingly. “You fell. You were alone, no one near to offer you courage to keep fighting. And you did not return home to me.”
“We promised each other we would not have these conversations. That we would trust in each other’s abilities. That is what you said when I worried for you last time.”
“I know.” His fingers stopped shaking as they grew heavier on her waist, trying to offer a gentle gesture of reassurance. She understood, and nodded her head to let him continue. “It was not your abilities that failed you. It was your belief of whether you could make it out. And…” He pulled out a little handkerchief embroidered once by a far smaller Boromir. His initials were in the corner – a rough job meant only to teach him how to mend clothes should he need it when out and about. The fine skills were usually only taught those seeking work within the artistry of sewing. This was the work of a warrior, and a precious gift to offer.
But the imagery…
Elydia could not help but giggle at it.
“Are you offering me a lady’s favour?” she joked.
“Please be serious.” The heaviness of his words shocked Elydia into letting her smile fall. “I wish for you to have it, so you know you are not alone. So you know, you are fighting to come back home.” He shoved it into her hands and then backed up as if to avoid her shoving it back at him.
Despite finding it beyond silly as this was nothing but a dream, Elydia did not motion to give it back to him. Instead, she stared at the handkerchief for a while, then moved to tie it around her wrist, initials in facing outward for her to see. Without a word, she turned away from him and grabbed her other gauntlet, putting it on over the little favour he had offered her.
In silence, he watched her ready the gauntlet, then the rest of her armour, and lastly attaching her sword to her belt. Only then did she turn to him and smile. “Maybe I don’t believe dreams can tell the future, but I can tell this will calm your anxious mind.” Gently, she placed a gloved hand on his chest, fingertips over the white tree embroidered onto his noble clothing. “I will keep it. And I will come back.”
He took her hand in his to lift her knuckles up to his lips. “Be safe, my lady.”
“My lord,” she greeted back, smile and blush a heavy indication of her feelings for him and her appreciation toward his gentle gesture.
…
A village within the borders of Gondor had reported issues of Orc attacks at night. Of course Elydia, one of their greatest warriors, was tasked with going along with her men. It would have been foolish to send anyone else.
But this Orc pack was not like the others. They were smarter than expected, and having taken them for granted, Elydia was mortified to find herself in the exact situation Boromir had described he’d dreamed about.
One by one her men fell around her, the darkness of the night allowing for only their screams to reach her ears as they fell – which only amplified the fear this situation caused her.
Her horse squealed in fear, and she did not blame him for throwing her off his back and bolting to safety.
But she was alone now. Truly alone.
The last of her men’s screams had died out a while back.
Orcs were surrounding her, taking their time with the last soldier standing (or… lying down, really) for their own sadistic satisfaction. She could easily reach for her sword and fight as it was not far away, but one arm was definitely broken from the fall, and she had a nasty gash on her leg – there was no way she could make it out alive. There was no reason to fight.
With a sigh, she let her helmeted head rest in the grass, ready for the slow and agonising death these Orcs were going to give her… when her eyes caught sight of her wrist. There, underneath the gauntlet, a little piece of fabric was visible… a tiny sliver of white amidst the dark of her surroundings… the white city… Boromir…
The favour!
“I will keep it. And I will come back.”
She clenched her jaw to face the pain, before reaching out to her sword to fight.
Fight to get back home.
To get back home to Boromir, as she had promised.
…
For how long she had been unconscious, Elydia did not know. All she did know was that when she next awoke from a hazy adrenaline rush of pure survival instinct and dissociation so the pain would not stop her from fighting and walking, and moving home, fingers were brushing through her hair.
Not her fingers though.
There was pain, yes, but she was comfortably wrapped up in a warm sheet on a fluffy bed and pillow. The fingers running through her hair offered a calming sensation that dulled the pain for a moment enough for her eyes to flutter open.
The fingers stilled, almost as if in shock, before another hand touched her cheek and turned her head ever so slightly to the side – her eyes reached those of Boromir sitting beside her bed. He looked tired, pale even… knowing him, he’d stayed by her side since the moment she was rushed in to have her wounds treated.
“My love…” Elydia whispered through a dry throat. Relieved she had made it, she attempted to move in some way closer to him, but the pain stopped her and so did Boromir’s hushing.
“Relax… You’re home.”
“Thanks to you.” Boromir’s eyes flickered down to the handkerchief still around her wrist. Despite her half conscious state of mind, she’d refused to let anyone touch it, not even to wash it of filth and blood. It was too precious to her, now for two reasons. “I should have listened to your dream…”
“It is alright. You made it back. And you will recover.”
“I will.” Elydia’s words were filled with determination, her stubbornness not going to let her body do anything but recover.
It made Boromir chuckle a bit. His beloved Elydia.
“Good.”
He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, but as he went to straighten back up, he regretted it halfway and instead leaned down to press another kiss to her nose… then her lips…
“I wasn’t alone…” Elydia whispered, sleepy once more. “That’s why…”
“And you will never be either,” Boromir promised before kissing her lips once more, lulling her to sleep...
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#the lord of the rings#boromir#boromir x oc#the lord of the rings fic#fanfiction#oneshot#my tolkien writing
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