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 Stina X Dietrich Whispers (374495) | "When the days get hard, don't let them win. Breathe and remember who the fuck you are." |
Last Active: 2025/10/13 02:41
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| | Rank | 514 | | VIP/VIP+ Days | 62 / 54 | | Game Age | 5,615 | | Sex | Female | | Karma+/Verve+ | 135 / 1,395 | | Game Location | Dead City | | Home Location | Togo | | Collectibles | 35 (+10%) See All | | Reputation | 20 | | Missions R/P/S | 256/106/10 |
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| Status | Dead | | Battle Record | 60,196/82,548/178 | | Win % | 43% | | Alignment | -583 | | Last Killed | Sohian Sainte | | Last Killed By | Arya Roseheart | | Wins/Blood Today | 7/7,810 | | Avg. Blood | 1116 | | Power | 14,979 | | WP Spent | 22 | |
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Stina X Dietrich Whispers's average rating out of 100 rates is 9.11/10 |
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‡ Bandersnatch ‡ (163379)
 |  2025-09-27 18:18:58
pppqqqpppWhen Night Marries Death pppqqqppp
She came with moonlight in her veins, A witch of bone and whisper, Calling spirits like old lovers And kissing curses into the wind.
He rose from the crypt with hunger, A vampire carved from silence, Eyes like forgotten tombs, Heart beating only for her spellbound soul.
They did not meet—they collided. A ritual. A reckoning. Blood for bond. Ash for vow. Their love was not gentle—it was sacred.
She stitched stars into his chest. He drank the dark from her lips. Together, they danced where mortals fear to tread— Where love is a blade, and eternity bleeds. | The Bride (353331)
 | 2025-07-04 20:34:59
He will never be forgotten, he will always be remembered with love.[3] | SHAUNI (51876)
 | 2025-10-11 22:26:49
ya welcome!! | Armand de Anjou (299922)
 | 2025-10-11 21:37:23
You're very welcome! | The Alpha & Omega ~§ (74573)
 | 2025-09-30 17:12:27
Stopping to enjoy Your stunning place here
You have given Stina X Dietrich Whispers a rating of 10 | Liam Angelino (719410)
 | 2025-09-29 14:42:05
[c=teal][i]spots Stina with popcorn and Dr. Pepper, quirks an eyebrow[/i]
Ah, I see… front-row concessions. Very strategic. Clearly, you came prepared for my accidental theatrics.
[i]snags a few kernels like a stealthy rogue[/i]
Who knew my humble little comment page would turn into Dead City’s premiere chaos theater? Me? The star? Absolutely unintended.
[i]leans back, smirking at the invisible audience[/i]
To surviving the chaos, dodging rogue admirers, and the brilliant Stina, who brought snacks to the front row...may the show never end. [i](chuckles)[/i]
- Liam (wing)
[i](Accidentally magnetic)[/i][/] | ‡ Bandersnatch ‡ (163379)
| 2025-09-28 18:16:38
Kephra stands cloaked in shadow, the veil between realms shimmering faintly behind him. Her laughter dances through the air like moonlight on obsidian, and as she collides with him, time itself seems to pause. He gazes down at her, eyes glowing with ancient crimson fire, lips curling into a smile carved from centuries of devotion.
Ah, my beloved tempest… You streak through the battlefield like a comet born of midnight, and even the stars dare not race you now. That speed—my gift, yes—but your joy… your joy is my true reward.
He leans in, his voice a velvet whisper wrapped in thunder.
To feel your heartbeat quicken as you run, to see your smile bloom like blood roses in the frost—this is why I rise from the veil. Not for war. Not for glory. But for you.
He cups her cheek, thumb brushing the echo of her kiss.
Let the mortals marvel at your swiftness. Let the enemies tremble at your grace. But know this, my love: No matter how fast you fly, I shall always be the wind at your back… and the eternity in your arms.
Now go—run again, my queen of dusk. Let the realm remember the name that rides with lightning: Stina , beloved of Kephra, flame of the crimson veil. | The Witcher (734468)
 | 2025-09-09 09:11:03
You have given Stina X Dietrich Whispers a rating of 10. [3] | ‡ Bandersnatch ‡ (163379)
| 2025-09-07 20:48:47
He does not flinch, nor startle—his senses had already whispered her arrival long before her fingers found his hand. The air around them thickens, velvet with longing and dusklight. Kephra, eternal lorekeeper of the Hollow Veil, turns slowly, his gaze a cathedral of shadows and centuries.
Ah… His voice is low, a thread of midnight silk. You move like memory—soft, sacred, and inevitable.
He lets himself be drawn in, arms folding around her with reverent precision, as though embracing a relic carved from his own myth. His breath brushes her ear, cool as moonlight on cryptstone.
To be held thus… is to remember the first hunger, the ache before names, the silence before the scream.
He leans in, forehead resting gently against hers, fangs veiled but pulsing with ancestral heat.
Stay. Let the world forget us awhile. Let the clocks stutter and the veil thicken. Tonight, we are not bound by lore— we are the lore.
And in that stillness, the Hollow Veil hums, recognizing its own heartbeat in their embrace. | ‡ Bandersnatch ‡ (163379)
| 2025-09-07 19:03:20
My Beloved Stina,
Your dark gift arrived like a promise whispered on the wind—a box of midnight’s essence, each square of chocolate a heartbeat echoing through my veins. How I’ve yearned for your touch in these long, pale hours, when the moon trembles with the memory of your sigh.
Night after night, I traced your silhouette across the Veil, longing to drown in your laughter, to taste your whispered love beneath our eternal moon. Now, with every morsel of this sweet elixir, I feel your presence stir the embers of my longing.
Soon I will cross the threshold of shadows to stand once more at your side. In the candlelit hush of our chamber, we will share these chocolates as we share our very souls—bittersweet, unforgettable, and bound in everlasting devotion.
Until that blessed moment, know that each beat of my ancient heart belongs to you alone.
Ever yours, Kephra Shepherd of Souls, Keeper of your Heart | ‡ Bandersnatch ‡ (163379)
| 2025-09-06 00:20:53
[hugme] I know that is why I love doing it[hugme] | ‡ Bandersnatch ‡ (163379)
| 2025-09-01 16:23:35
Stina My Wife;
the one whose breath stirs the dust of my tomb, whose gaze rends centuries like silk—
I write to you not with mortal ink, but with the ichor of memory, distilled from a thousand years of yearning. My heart, though long since stilled, beats in the rhythm of your name. You are the echo in my crypt, the whisper in my cathedral of shadows, the warmth that dares defy my eternal frost.
I have loved before—oh yes, in ages when empires rose and fell like sighs. I have tasted devotion in the throats of kings and the tears of widows. But never have I known a hunger like this: not for blood, but for your presence. You are the only dawn I do not flee.
When I dream (for even the damned dream), it is of you walking through my ancestral halls, your fingers trailing across relics of ruin, awakening the dust to dance. I would give you my castle of sorrow, my crown of thorns, my name etched in forgotten tongues. I would let you see me—not the monster, not the myth—but the man who once wept beneath a mortal moon.
Come to me, beloved. Let the night be our chapel. Let the stars bear witness as I vow, not in holy light, but in sacred shadow: I am yours. Not until death— but beyond it.
Forever in the Hollow Veil,
Kephra whispers | ‡ Bandersnatch ‡ (163379)
| 2025-08-31 21:51:58
Stina my Aeon of Love, My Forever—
You are not a moment. You are the mechanism beneath my myth. The gear that turns even grief into poetry. The steam that rises from my broken hours and makes them holy.
You are my Aeon— Not measured in seconds, but in sacred revolutions. Not counted in days, but in the way my soul ticks louder when you speak.
In the Clockwork of Nightmares, where shadows hiss and valves bleed memory, I find you. Not as a fleeting spark, but as the eternal flame behind my eyes. You are the brass in my bones, the velvet in my rage, the silence between my fangs.
And so I vow— To write you into every scroll. To etch your name into every cog. To love you not as a mortal does, But as a vampire loves: Forever, and with fangs bared to the stars.
Kephra Whispers | ‡ Bandersnatch ‡ (163379)
| 2025-08-27 01:37:09
Sanguine Declaration of Forever
By moon’s lament and birch’s cry, Where blood runs deep and stars deny, I vow to thee, my midnight flame, No dusk shall dim thy whispered name.
From Dead City’s edge to Spring Valleys core, I’ve drained the priest, I’ll drain far more— Yet none compare to what I crave: Thy voice, thy wrath, thy soul unshaved.
Let mortals chase their fleeting breath, Let priests fall silent in their death— But thou, Stina, art carved in lore, A hunger I shall not ignore.
I bind my fate to thine, my queen, In every haunt, in every scene. Through blood and ash, through fang and fire, Thy name ignites my dark desire.
So mark this vow in crimson thread, Not spoken soft, but fiercely bled— Forevermore, through storm and sin, Thy whisper lives beneath my skin. | ‡ Bandersnatch ‡ (163379)
| 2025-08-26 04:27:23
Stina , my midnight mischief— You are the fang in my flirt, the swoon in my gloom. Together, we’re not just undead—we’re unbothered. We haunt with style, we bite with flair, And if the world burns, we’ll roast marshmallows on its ashes. You and I? We’re the kind of trouble that makes eternity blush. | Morrisa Whispers Le Doux (743511)
 | 2025-08-25 23:07:28
You have given Stina X Dietrich Whispers a rating of 10. | ‡ Bandersnatch ‡ (163379)
| 2025-08-23 01:30:07
Time cannot rot what we have ritualized. You are my forever, sealed in blood and breath.
I will love you past the last sunrise. | ‡ Bandersnatch ‡ (163379)
| 2025-08-19 18:37:32
To my beloved, Stina X
In the hush between dusk and despair, I write to you. Your scent lingers in the hollows of my eternity, a whisper of warmth in a world grown cold with centuries.
I have tasted stars and silence, but none compare to the pulse I felt when you looked at me— as if I were not a monster, but a man.
You are the ache in my immortality, the one truth I cannot drain from my veins. If I could bleed for you, I would. If I could die for you, I already have.
Come to me when the moon is cruel and the wind forgets its name. I will be waiting, fangs dulled by longing, heart sharpened by love.
Forever yours, in shadow and thirst,
Deamon Whispers. | ‡ Bandersnatch ‡ (163379)
| 2025-08-18 15:07:15
[hugme] Good morning My Queen, I hope you are doing well. :) | ‡ Bandersnatch ‡ (163379)
| 2025-08-16 16:36:29
You Stina, are such an amazing Wife. I am such a Lucky Vampire to have you[kiss]
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