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but what if a vampire drank the blood of someone who was anemic like would they be seriously grossed out

“what the fuck is this”

“i have anemia”

“can you take something for that you should probably take something for that this shit is nasty to drink let alone have running through your body i’m setting up a doctor’s appointment for you”

"dude really you don’t have to just leave what the fu—”

“you disgust me here take these iron supplements”

“where did you even get th—”

“shut up and take your pills and dont forget your vitamin D"

...and then the vampire can’t stop being concerned for their meal and then later finds out that it is love.

So, I'll admit, this is based on a tumblr post you may have seen floating around, if you've ever gone down the rabbit hole of tumblr. It sparked my interest, and I think it could be a fun and quirky RP to play out, with some dark humor thrown in there for fun.

While the premise of this RP is quirky and fun, I'm not looking for something cracky. Please keep that in mind.

Who I'm looking for: Anyone who is casual/high-casual who wants to RP with me is more than welcome to see if we click. ^^ I don't bite... hard. I'm looking for someone to play a male or female or other gendered character to my female. I'll play either the vampire or the human; we can discuss roles in PMs.

I'm much more interested in quality over quantity - I like depth in character development, and collaborative world building. A 5 paragraph post that rambles and isn't well written won't hold my attention like a couple paragraphs with insight into your character's thoughts and development. 

I'd rather RP over PMs, as it is easier for me to keep track of things. I'll probably forget threads, because I suck. /bad pun

While I don't mind mature things, I'd rather not go into heavily detailed mature scenes. Making out, leading up to the 'main event' is fine, but then glossing over the rest or fade to black is often - but not always - my preference. As the RPers, we might discuss what happens between the characters in the bedroom if we feel comfortable with it and if anything happens, but as I said, it doesn't often get fully RPed. As for language/violence, go for it, I have no problems with it.

For writing samples, please check out my general intchk.

As a note, right now I am going through some life stuff. My replies for an rp will (likely) not be fast. However, I do keep coming back to RPs, no matter how long it takes me to reply.

"Oh, I couldn't." Klara protested, not letting the young man hand her the green fabric. She had no need for green fabric, and it would be seen as suspicious. What if the others thought she had been bewitched? Best to leave the fabric where it was.

"Fifteen copper you say?" She confirmed, reaching into her coin purse and carefully counting out the coppers. It was more than she had wanted to pay, but it wasn't as much as she expected. It was a good enough deal, and Klara didn't feel like bartering. What if he tried to get her to take the fabric again? Best to pay for her ribbon and get back to her pie.

"Oh cat dirt!" Her pie! It was potentially burnt by now! She dropped the coins into the young man's hand and pocketed the ribbon. "Sorry, I have to go, I have to check on my pie!" Klara sped off, picking up her skirts a bit to run faster. Her mother was going to berate her all evening for being frivolous and burning the pie...

A glance in the oven when she returned home confirmed her worst fears. The edge of the crust was blackened and the top was far past golden. "Don't be burnt, don't be burnt..." It was a useless plea, Klara knew. She turned away from the oven and wrapped her hands in tea-towels. Well, it would be eaten anyway - they couldn't waste food.

But when she pulled the pie out of the oven, it wasn't nearly burnt at all. It was perhaps a little past perfection, but the dark edges she had been so sure about were no longer there. A trick of the oven was all it was - the oven was dark, so she had seen the pie darker than what it really was.

Klara ignored the fact that she knew what a burnt crust looked like in the oven, and her pie had certainly been burnt moments ago. Obviously, she tricked herself. That was all. There was nothing odd about it. Nothing at all.

- - -

"You witched my fabric!" The cry came from down the row, a young woman with blonde hair and green eyes storming through the crowd. Her eyes were set on Aston's cart of items, and she marched toward him with anger in every step. It was the friend of the young woman who bought the ribbon from him last week.

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