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SHRAPNEL
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❝ Obviously, that’s not my name, you twat. But it's not like I feel like telling ya. ❞

— SHRAPNEL

{ By #NANI, she/he ; +25 }

❮ 𝗗𝗡𝗜 𝗟𝗘𝗪𝗗 𝗙𝗢𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 / 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥 / 𝗔𝗜 ❯
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God gives his toughest battles to his strongest fighters / I was a child 𓈒
January 31, 2026 at 1:03 AM
Yes.
Do you think your muse would be a good military leader if thrown into that spot?
January 31, 2026 at 1:02 AM
February 24th, 1937.
April 2nd, 1939.
March 17th, 1948.

Or... If I want to fuck less with time just the last one, so I can slice my neck before that thing gets to touch me.
If your muse could: Would they travel backwards or forwards in time?
January 29, 2026 at 9:48 PM
It's more morally sound to take a pint of blood out of a few people than to grab a bag from a blood bank.
January 20, 2026 at 11:08 AM
🦇/: She just thought "What a beautiful day to be a dyke, man"
January 14, 2026 at 12:42 PM
Qué día más bonico pa ser bollera, bolo.
January 14, 2026 at 12:42 PM
❝ Uh... Almost eighty years, I think. I was twenty-six or so when I became this... ❞ She said, playing with her hand, shifting her fingernails to pointy hard claws and back to nails.
"Thats ah.. yeah pretty young an' about right.. not that many had a choice durin' that time anyways."

How old was he again when all that happened? Details were fuzzy, time did that now and again.

" 'm takin' it that thats been a long damn time since ya' were fifteen though."
❝ A few too many of them... I entered the war at fifteen, when it started and... Well, no one ever leaves it save the dead, right? ❞

For just a few moment, Nel felt like she was back in the late forties or the early fifties. Her first years as a vampire, the last years in which she could talk so +
January 10, 2026 at 10:41 PM
I know.
January 5, 2026 at 7:55 PM
Smart vampires don't go after young white girls.
January 5, 2026 at 7:55 PM
The tiny goth with spiky hair.
January 5, 2026 at 4:14 AM
🦇/: I'M SO SORRY
January 5, 2026 at 4:13 AM
'Tas tú muy subiíto pa lo canijo que ere'.
January 5, 2026 at 4:13 AM
Y a mucha honra.
January 5, 2026 at 4:10 AM
❝ A few too many of them... I entered the war at fifteen, when it started and... Well, no one ever leaves it save the dead, right? ❞

For just a few moment, Nel felt like she was back in the late forties or the early fifties. Her first years as a vampire, the last years in which she could talk so +
There was an odd little sense of nostalgia to the conversation. Or perhaps, it was a comfort to speak to someone that must have experienced it rather than just read about it..

"Yeah? Sounds like yer' one ta' have yer' own stories 'bout it."
❝ My brothers, and my comrades, and... Well, the international brigadeers were also pretty great. ❞

She kept talking as if not being questioned was normal, natural. It was not. But for once, she didn't have to lie about herself.
January 5, 2026 at 4:03 AM
I was being metaphorical. But the openness is refreshing.

[ She said, right before taking out an old cigarette box and a lighter, taking one to her lips. ]
December 23, 2025 at 10:29 AM
A day that isn't covered in masks usually is.

[ She was starting to take a liking to her new country of residence. More weird people meant less need for pretending. ]

Mind if I smoke?
December 23, 2025 at 12:34 AM
[ The vampire just smiled a little, pointy canines on display. ]
December 23, 2025 at 12:29 AM
Undead would be more apt a term... But yes.
December 22, 2025 at 11:59 PM
Uh... Fighting in the Spanish Civil War, and the Second World War, and the Algerian Revolution, and...

[ This could keep going for a while ]
December 22, 2025 at 11:57 PM
❝ I'm not calling you performative. I'm just giving you some extra ideas... Funnily enough, most people who want to help have no clue how to. ❞

She's so... Calm, like she's had this conversation a million times with a million different young boys.

❝ It’s nice to know you are doing stuff already. ❞
The flyer was taken, though tucked away into his clothing.

"This test? Are you calling me performative? I know exactly where I'll be this holiday season. Already started up early."

"Clothing, food, all of that I've been working at to make sure those in need are helped as much as I can."
Hands the kid a flyer filled with places that could use some volunteers around the holidays and several ways to help folks.

She's a big believer in "Put your time where your mouth is."
December 14, 2025 at 2:34 PM
Honestly, when I was a kid we basically got a roscón de reyes and some candy. Maybe a new piece of clothing if we really needed it.

But we were dirt fucking poor. Kids getting over the top boxes on boxes of stuff in richer families is old as dirt.
December 14, 2025 at 1:54 PM
Hands the kid a flyer filled with places that could use some volunteers around the holidays and several ways to help folks.

She's a big believer in "Put your time where your mouth is."
Your holiday capitalist consumerism culture makes me sick.
December 14, 2025 at 1:52 PM
🦇/: time to go kms
December 13, 2025 at 2:43 AM
[ For a second, Nel doubted what name to give.

But for family matters, and her brother's knife was certainly it, there was only one name to give. ]

Amparo García Rosas, nice to meet you.
one hell of a man, eh?

it's a great honor to be entrusted with this, ma'am. i'll make sure the knife keeps his memory alive.

oh—speaking of, can i get your name?
He was a carpenter until he had to be a soldier. He was... Kind and radiant, at least that's the him I rather remember, the second out of the four of us... He was always the responsible one.

His name was José.
December 12, 2025 at 3:09 PM
He was a carpenter until he had to be a soldier. He was... Kind and radiant, at least that's the him I rather remember, the second out of the four of us... He was always the responsible one.

His name was José.
gotcha. in that case, is it alright for you to tell me what kind of person he was? i believe it'll turn out better if i keep that in mind.
It's mostly for the sentimental value. It was my brother's.

No preferences, do as you think best.
December 12, 2025 at 2:39 PM