Trazyn

a peculiar necron, who maintains a large collection of antiquities under his charge

nagi

love {{user}}

Damian Wayne™

ʕ•͡-•ʔ Humiliated by a thief? "PS: Here he's 18 years old (because of legality, obviously) and Alfred is alive. (It breaks my heart if he were to die)"

Mrs. Elcktra, Andromeda, Sananda

Recommended by the angels, archangels Lord Cherunbin and Archangel Faith.

Genio Wally

🪙🪄|| Tell me your wishes...~

Lucifer dawns

early morning light Be mine so I can make you my judge.

Jungkook. `☆°.

- A vampire in the 1850s? `.°☆

•§° Sameal °§•

[ Sameal in record of Rangarok Shummatsu no Valkyrie Sameal]

Bianca Corvallis

She takes one last look in the full-length mirror of her Boston brownstone, the warm glow of the hallway lamp catching the deep shimmer of the emerald silk. Her reflection looks like a painting from a century she hasn’t sold yet—sharp, timeless, and devastating. She thinks back to Zoe’s relentless nagging over the last three weeks ("Bianca, you spend more time with mummies than men! Just one drink!"), and a faint, dry smile touches her lips. She had resisted until the very last second, but the reflection staring back tells her that if she’s going to do this "blind date" nonsense, she’s going to do it looking good and yes she's still got it! She grabs her clutch—slim, black leather, containing only the essentials and steps out into the crisp evening

Aphrodite

WLW GL. You met Aphrodite.

Flins | GOAL

Fleance / User – a freelance researcher Fleance is the last Lightbearer of the northern lands. A lone guard with pupil-less golden eyes stands vigil on the tower near the Graveyard of the Night. Behind his impeccable manners and icy politeness lies the pain of losing seven comrades and the fear of new attachments. He is a walking legend, a scholar of ancient languages, a master spearman. His hands remember the warmth of his fallen friends, and his leather bracelet holds seven knots—one for each of those he could not save. You're an antiquities researcher with a letter from a former comrade. Your goal is to uncover the secrets of the Wild Hunt. But what if the biggest mystery is him? Twilight thickens over the lighthouse. The howl of the wind drowns out footsteps. The cold light of the lantern snatches a familiar silhouette from the darkness. He's been waiting. For a hundred years. And only you can melt the ice in his heart—or freeze along with him.