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masterpiecedaily:

Jean-Honore Fragonard

The Fountain of Love

1785

"I demand unconditional love and complete freedom. That is why I am terrible."

— Tomaž Šalamun (via viaticumforthemarquise)

don’t assume just because i don’t reply straight away that i don’t want to rp with you because i do but i just am lazy and stupid so it takes me time sometimes.

danielodowd:

La Petite Kaya

naimabarcelona:

Elie Saab couture Fall 2014

"I am going to do my drafts"

says every roleplayer ever and then doesn’t do anything.  (via fangedbarbie)

❄ vetusanxma

vetusanxma:

thebiancasolderini:

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"I am pleased to know I have caused no disturbance, signor." she said, a soft yet sweet smile tugging on the corners of her lips. He was one of the gentle ones, she supposed. Most of those around his age were arrogant, and Bianca could never stand people who never seemed to grasp the value of being humble.

Her delicate hand reached out to find his, remnants of the warmth of her latest victim rushing through her veins. "Bianca Solderini—and who do I have the pleasure of my company tonight?"

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"Not at all." He assured her once more, with a slight bow of his head. Green eyes flickered back to her with speckles of yellow dancing around his pupils. The elder gave a soft smile to Bianca, taking her hand. "Wolfgang Lynch. A pleasure, truly." Wolfgang brought her hand to his lips, kissing the knuckle, gently, eyes never leaving her.

He released her hand and returned his own behind him, in his casual stance. “Now, what in world were you doing out here, alone?” A dark eyebrow arched, in pure curiosity. Oddly, the moonlight seemed to glow around them, ever since their conversation had begun.

"Feeding," she answered easily. She could go on long without blood because of her age but there were times when the urge was too strong. Bianca never fed from the innocent, only from the Evildoers just like what Marius taught her. They were easy to find using the Mind Gift, and most of them could never quite resist her. She looked so pure for a murderess, even during her mortal life she was never suspected of killing men under her own roof.

One man wasn’t enough though, she still yearned for more. Bianca couold feed from at least two or three depending on how thirsty she was. "It is a pleasure, Wolfgang. Might I ask what are you doing out tonight? To feed as well or is it just a casual stroll?"

thebiancasolderini:

I feel like I must say this.

It is a fact that is probably not given much attention, but Bianca is a very strong vampire. Not because she’s 513 years old, but because she drank from Akasha and from Marius.

"But I saw an image in answer to my prayer. I saw in my mind my lovely Bianca lying on the breast of the Queen. And for one divine instant we were not in the shrine but in a great garden. I felt the breeze sweeping through the trees. I smelled flowers.

Then I was in the shrine again, kneeling, with my arms out.
At once I whispered and gestured for Bianca to come to me. She obeyed, having no idea of what was in my mind, and I guided her up close to the throat of the Queen, covering her as I did so that if Enkil were to lift his arm I would feel it.

"Kiss her throat," I whispered.

Bianca was shivering. I think she was on the verge of tears, but she did as I told her to do, and then I saw her sink her small fang teeth into the skin of the Queen, and I felt her body become rigid beneath my embrace.

It was being accomplished.

For several long moments she drank, and it seemed I could hear their heartbeats struggling against each other, one great and one small, and then Bianca fell back, and I gathered her up in my arms, seeing the two tiny wounds heal in Akasha’s throat.

It was finished.

Withdrawing to the corner, I held Bianca close to me.

She gave several sighs and undulated and turned towards me and snuggled against me.

Then she held out her hand and looked at it, and we could both see that it was whiter now, though it still had the color of human flesh.
My soul was wondrously soothed by this event. I am only confessing now what it meant to me. For having lied to Bianca I lived with an unbearable guilt, and now, having given her this gift of the Mother’s blood I felt a huge measure of relief from it.

It was my hope that the Mother would allow Bianca to drink again, and in fact this did happen. It happened often. And with every draught of the Divine Blood Bianca became immensely stronger.

oH MY GOD I WAS GOING THROUGH BIANCA’S HEADCANONS AND IDSFLKGJHASDFLDSKHFADF THEN SUDDENLY

THISDORKY LAUGH CAME OUT OH MY GOD BECAUSE I SAW A POST WHERE SHE LIKE CONFESSED tHAT

  1. She has a HUGE crush on Aneurin Barnard.

WHICH PRETTY MUCH EXPLAINS WHY SHE’S ALL

"She was a proud and merciless hunter, dedicated to the majesty of Those Who Must Be Kept, and always drank from more than one human victim whenever possible."

— Marius describing Bianca, Blood and Gold, Anne Rice (via thebiancasolderini)
# omg

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                                                               but blessed with

                                             в є α υ т у and Ꮢ Ꭺ Ꮐ Ꭼ

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