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skateboard ([personal profile] skateboard) wrote in [community profile] fortanon2016-08-31 06:19 pm

Ask Me Anything!


Ask Me Anything!

Everyone has their own story, whether they're the protagonist or some measly side character, and people want to hear yours!


Just post a description of yourself in the title and let those crazy anons ask you questions.


Here are some examples:
  • Ask a MgRonald's cashier!
  • Ask someone who studies Titans for a living anything.
  • Everyone ships me with my best friend, AMA. (also, help)
  • My life revolves around pitting animals against each other, ask me about Pokemon.
  • I met Goku in a meme once, AMA.
  • Ask a guy who gets 10 minutes of screentime.
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Re: I am not a vampire, but AMA

[personal profile] bloodisthelife 2016-09-01 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Are you certain that you are not a-- ha! Vampire?
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[personal profile] stenography 2016-09-01 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
I am– I'm most certain of my mortality.

[ Can you feel her heartbeat? She's not scared. Just– anxious. That's it. ]
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[personal profile] bloodisthelife 2016-09-01 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Yet that can all change, Miss Murray.... My apologies, it is Mrs. Harker now, correct?

[His smile grows sharper and his gaze turns hungry. He can hear her heart, smell the blood pulsing through her. How delightful.]
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[personal profile] stenography 2016-09-01 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
'Till Death Do Us Part, but I suppose you wouldn't take that seriously, Count.

[ Isn't that what he almost achieved? If she lets her mind wander, she'll remember what part of her (almost-)change wasn't entirely terrifying, but doing so only grants him the reason he wants. It only puts her at a moral disadvantage. Her lips are pursed, a knot forming in her throat. ]

Do you really think you can change my mind? I'm not keen on becoming someone else's possession.
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[personal profile] bloodisthelife 2016-09-01 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Life...and death...both are meaningless to me.

[Almost isn't good enough for him, he desires her and everything that she is and belongs to her. It was in his nature to take what he wants for himself. Dracula knows what him being her must be doing to her, predators can smell anxiety and fear.]

But you are, both you and your husband already belong to me. [How can they not? With the marks that he left on them.]
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[personal profile] stenography 2016-09-01 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
What is meaningful to you, Count? Money? Power? Your followers?

[ She doesn't understand his mind - she doesn't want to at any rate; not with how close she's been to sharing his thoughts, feeling what he feels. Her chest aches with the thought and the way she's containing her breathing; he may know how she feels about his presence, but at least she's sparing herself the embarrassment of truly looking scared. ]

We don't belong to you and we never will. We- we got away. [ She pauses, swallows dryly with the afterthought: ] I got away. And you'll have to live with that for eternity.
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[personal profile] bloodisthelife 2016-09-01 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever I wish to hold meaning.

[If he really does care for anything. He does care about how her heart was moving, how she was breathing, the feint trickles of cold sweat. Slowly he moved closer, exerting a small amount of his own power over her, to keep her rooted in her own spot.

A test to see just how much her will had strengthened. To see how much of himself was left in her mind.]


You can never get away, I know I am forever in the subconscious of your mind. In the dark corners of your dreams, Mina.
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[personal profile] stenography 2016-09-01 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her leg freezes midway from taking a step back; her foot feels stuck to the floor, the heel not quite touching the solid surface underneath despite her active mental protest. He has never been easy to read, but she's been close enough to his mind to feel some manner of intent; perhaps it's her own brain playing tricks on her. But she's stronger than that, isn't she? She's– ]

Stronger than that- I'm stronger than that. [ And there's that hint of fiery intent in her voice, trying to fight against the crippling fear she didn't realise he could still cause. He's not wrong, but how could she bring herself to admit it? In what world could she concede that he has not left her mind and in what way has that manifested? Anything would be too good for him. Her fear, her hate - and, regretfully, the fond admiration with which she regarded him that very first time their paths crossed. ]

You cannot put me through those mind games of yours. [ Her heart is pounding in her chest; she is not a huntress of the supernatural. She's just a schoolteacher. A schoolteacher with a drop of supernatural blood, but no more. ] You were supposed to be dead.
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[personal profile] bloodisthelife 2016-09-01 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[The fact that he still holds sway over her is comforting and pleasing to the Count. Yet there was also that hint of will in her voice, of determination against him despite the feelings in her mind and heart. It was adorable, something that would be a delight to toy with.]

But are you? [He releases her from his control, if only for a moment. Either a reminder of his strength over her, or to give her some semblance of false security, or strength. Perhaps this was a game to him. Something else to pass the time with.]

Yes, your American friend made certain of that did he not? [A large knife through the heart, made out of cold steel certainly would have done the trick. Or did it really, it all happened so quickly who was to say?] I do wonder where you and yours would be if not for him. Tell me, does his death haunt you as much as I do?
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[personal profile] stenography 2016-09-01 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Is that what she was in his eyes? A toy, like the women Jonathan spoke of hidden deep in the rooms of his castle? She was naïve to a degree - and perhaps that had caught his eye? - but once her foot landed firmly against the ground her instinct to flee was crushed: there was little doubt in her mind that it was his doing and she didn't want to test it. She refused to fuel his imagination. ]

Don't-- [ Her words choked up in her throat at the mention of Quincey and almost immediately there was a burning sensation somewhere in the corner of her eyes– tears perhaps, but she did her damnedest to hold them back. He had every card to play against her: him, Lucy, her own deep, dark thoughts locked away in a corner of her mind. But she was assertive. ] Do not dare bring him up! Any of them!

[ Maybe she'll die of sheer heart attack before he can break her. Her heart feels heavy in her chest the more these little pieces holding her together are picked at; how can she defend herself from both those accusations and her own memory of him? Is this what he wants? ]

How dare you– they were protecting me. From you - you jealous, wicked man! [ Her feet are unmoving, her shoulders and back tense. Is he happy with that? Because she's not. ] They ought to have let me die. Perhaps then you'd have left them alone.