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Would T-Rex from Dinosaur Comics / Qwantz comics by Ryan North survive?
I feel like this is in large part going to be based on whether or not t-rex blood is vamp food & if t-rexs can be mind controlled??? Might come down to an actual fight.
T-Rex probably stomps on the woman with a crucifix, but he doesn't shave, so probably ok. He does have a personal friendship with both God & Satan though?
T-Rex is not great at social niceties, so I don't know if Dracula will want him around for very long, but T-Rex is also a dinosaur so I don't know if Dracula can actually get him to leave. Maybe they bond over being apex predators???
T-Rex can definitely not climb (those lil arms!), but he might be able to out predator the wolves & eat them.
I am going to apologize in advance for the fact that I just do not possess the philosophical education or terminology to give this subject the treatment it deserves. When it comes to philosophy, I possess the wisdom of Socrates: I know what I do not know. I know that the three characters of Dinosaur comics embody different philosophical archetypes. I know that T-rex's rhetorical style has a name, as does his axiology. I could not for the life of me tell you what they are. I remand the deeper analysis to Philosophy Side of Tumblr
Given the metaphysical reality of the comic strip, I think it is fair to understand T-rex as an ensoulled being, in which case his blood might be attractive to Dracula. I am not up to date on the scientific thinking around the penetrability of tyrannosaur skin, but they definitely don't osteoderms and I don't believe we have found any evidence of scutes or scales. We have also found zero evidence of feathers, despite looking really really hard, and so while the current understanding is that feathers on dinosaurs are the rule, not the exception, T. rex seems to have been exceptional. Which is moot because T-rex the character definitely lacks them. So I am going to say that Dracula can physically bite T-rex and has a tentative interest in so doing.
T-rex has a strong interest in religion on a philosophical level, but he is definitely not Anglican. He would accept the crucifix specifically to argue with Utahraptor over whether or not it was idolatrous - though I don't think the townsfolk would offer it given all the stepping on dudes and houses he gets up to. And as you say, he doesn't shave. He also has no need of mirrors, as he already knows how cool and sexy he is.
On that level, I think he would be difficult for Dracula to psychologically torment. Now, while it is true that Jonathan Harker also goes into Castle Dracula already knowing how cool and sexy he is, and that provides him some level of protection, he's just not on T-rex's level. I would venture that not even Zaphod Beeblebrox is on T-rex's level, which is impressive because Zaphod literally has an ego the size of the entire universe. I don't think T-rex can be gaslit, because he would enthusiastically take any doubts about his own sanity as a jumping off point for philosophical examination and possibly epistemology. He probably is susceptible to Brain Fever. When Ornithomimus finds him in Budapest he doesn't know who he is but he knows his genitals are GREAT.
The main source of conflict will be that both T-rex and Dracula really like hearing themselves talk. I don't think Dracula would be very pleased slipping into the role of Utahraptor and letting T-rex take the lead - and T-rex can't stop being the thing that he is any more than Dracula can. If they can work out a mutually satisfying conversational structure, I think T-rex could keep Dracula entertained indefinitely. He would definitely have thoughts about changing attitudes towards violent conquest. They might discuss the nature of the soul and the extent to which treating it as transactional (eg in Faust) is compatible with Christian teaching, or whether you can be damned without your own participation (say, by being turned into a vampire). T-rex may be curious about dabbling in vampirism provided he can do so temporarily - which, given T-rex, he is confident he can.
T-rex definitely cannot climb down the wall with those itty bitty arms. He probably can't fit through the window. On the other hand I am not sure walls can contain him (there are no walls in the comic save on the stomped cabin). I do not think he would be deterred by Dracula's doors or his wolves.
So I think T-rex of Dinosaur Comics can survive Castle Dracula, and raise some very interesting questions while he's there
Unrelatedly, the @wheresjonno project last summer ended up giving Jonathan Harker a pet T. rex named Hamlet, but she's an entirely different character who doesn't fit in the London Underground. Nevertheless.
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fun fact hunter!dust is technically 12 percent a vampire fledgling cuz he intentionally took in some of crimsons essence to get stronger.
he's not even technically a fledgling because it's incomplete and his magic is actively pushing it back... well more like IT'S refusing to spread despite it's nature?
he regularly takes pills to revert it back when he feels it's creeping on his souls core. if he goes on without either stabbing crimson to subside the tiny bit of corrupted magic or doesn't regulate his magic he will lose his shit.
do NOT hide his pills. do not touch his stuff he will friking kill you.
also crimson can't influence him. well... they technically CAN but fuck that shit. it's MUCH MORE FUN to be hunted. it's so exciting!
they technically CAN just convert him by forcing some more of their blood down his throat but screw that! that's fucked up! they don't WANT a pawn! they don't WANT obedience. they want betrayal! a rival! an equal!
so while the concept of sire vampire is a thing(it's not a bite from the vamp. it's with the sired drinking the vampires blood) crimson just gives the vampire hierarchy the middle finger. (they're a pretty high rank too so not many people can actually judge them.)
"the fk you mean I get to continue the bloodline ya fukn perverts? I ain't turning him. I want a normal ass RIVAL that can actually be a fucking threat to my life unlike you pathetic weaklings. FUCK off!"
another reason the whole fledging thing isn't technically official is cuz like... crimson is ALSO retracting their influence that aspect. they don't want that. they wanna fight him fair. they don't WANT to be at an advantage OR give him strength or let him sap away from their essence. ALSO they hate the concept of siring in general. they may have been a pure blood buuuut yeah fuck these boomers.
so what if vampires go extinct one day? doesn't everyone? who careeessss!
h!dust doesn't feel any sun burns but it kinda itches after prolonged contact. he technically did this to kill them he knew he'd be turning into their kind but as long as it made him stronger? screw it!
he... didn't expect the progress to... stop?
there had never been a case like this.
he did get a small strength boost and a lil bit of sharper fangs but it's barely different.
he's pretty sure you're bloods can turn people almost INSTANTLY. so... like... is he immune? wtf is going on?
it does progress but it REVERTS whenever he's fighting crimson. or... killing them for them to regenerate...
it's also odd because it should have broken the spell if he killed them... but he still has it? probably because the thing never seems to die no matter what he tries. even silver bullets and shit doesn't get rid of them.
he's sorta stuck between being barely HALFWAY a fledgling and just his normal self.
it can change based on his mood though.
so like... if he actually loses his cool he might suddenly start sizzling in the sun.... XD then go back to normal when he calms down.
casually be angry at night and okay during day, problem solved???
crimson literally said fuk you to thousands of years of vampire tradition. let them just have their hunter rival dammit! they don't want other vampires. they're boring.
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Vamp Eddie 2
A little follow up to go with this lil thing
Warnings for: Nudity, blood and blood drinking.
The sun is barely down when Steve finds Eddie at his door, scratching at it with impatience. Eddie barrels in catching Steve’s yawning mouth in a hungry kiss as he kicks the door closed behind him. Since he started feeding Eddie and keeping him company at least some of the night Steve has been taking pre sundown naps and he only just woke up.
It does not take long for Steve’s back to hit the wall, Eddie pressed against him from shoulders to toes as his mouth drags over the skin of his neck. “How about today? Can I kill someone for you today?" There is the barely there scratch of teeth against his skin that has Steve’s cock kicking, hands clenching in the back of Eddie’s vest.
"You really are desperate to kill someone for me." Steve laughs, pushing Eddie back with some reluctance. As much as he wants to give in right here it is best if they move to a more comfortable place so he catches Eddie by the hand and pulls him into the living room. There is a fire in the hearth, low and steady, blankets in a tousled heap from where he had decided to nap.
"Yes." Eddie's eyes flash red the way they always do when he is his hungriest as he pushes Steve onto the couch and climbs over him, with roaming hands. Steve curls his hands in Eddie's wavy locks tugging his wandering mouth up for another proper kiss as those hands skim under the stolen metallic shirt he has been sleeping in.
Steve breaks the kiss with a groan as Eddie’s fingers twist his nipple rings. He arches up against Eddie giving him the perfect opportunity to push his boxer halfway down his thighs. Eddie is gone in a flash and then back, just enough time to rip Steve’s boxers off and toss them aside.
"Is it really for me? Maybe you're just tired of my blood and want to fill your mouth with someone else." Steve teases knowing that is not the case but endlessly amused by the way Eddie whips his head up, hands curling over his hips hard and dragging him down the couch several inches.
"Never." Eddie practically purrs the word against Steve's stomach. It goes right to his cock pressing up against Eddie's cool chest, pre seeping into his shirt. "I love you so much I'd kill anyone you ask." Eddie's fangs dig into his hip as he drops a kiss there making Steve hiss in pleasure as his cock twitches.
"Good." Steve strokes a hand through Eddie's hair, free hand rucking his shirt up and toying with his nipple ring. Eddie always enjoys feeding best when Steve is all hot and bothered.
"So ask. Who should I kill?" Eddie asks moving lower, lips brushing Steve’s public hair as he drags his teeth against the skin below. It makes him arch again, foot kicking out involuntarily as he moans.
"I don't need anyone killed today." Steve pants hand stroking lower form Eddie’s hair to his pouting lips where his fangs are digging in threatening to prick. "Don't pout batie. Maybe tomorrow will be the day."
"You think?" Eddie sounds so hopeful it makes Steve laugh.
"Never know. Karen did call my lemon squares cute after asking me to make them for her for the bake sale." Steve teases thumb dragging over Eddie’s bottom lip, heat pooling heavy in his stomach as a cool tongue swipes over it.
"I'll rip her fucking throat out." Eddie snarls, fangs grazing his bottom lip and drawing blood that oozes up slowly, he needs to feed.
"Don't think we're there yet." Her words had not been offensive but the tone had been. She asked for lemon squares so he made her lemon squares and she was unhappy about it. He has no plans to do her any favors in the future. It was not such an offense to warrant letting Eddie kill her though, that would be too much of a mess.
"Tomorrow?" Eddie asks ever hopeful as he allows Steve to push his head down past his dripping cock.
"Maybe but for now just feed batie it’s dinner time.” Steve spreads his legs wider, the shift showing off the pinprick bite marks on his inner thigh that never have time to go away these days. Eddie does not have to be told twice, fangs sinking in right over them making Steve moan and arch.
#Steddie#jellyghostfic#fanfiction#st fic#a lil spicy#steve harrington x eddie munson#vampire eddie munson
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Tagged by @emryses 💕
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
25, I have no clue how that happened
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
278,105... wowowow 👀 dis bish is cray cray
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Just Stranger Things at the moment! If you really want you can go find an old HP one shot I wrote years ago on Fanfiction.net but I don't really count that!
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
You’re The Ultimate
No One Rides For Free [Night Drives Part 1]
You Think These People Really Care For You? [Part 2]
Take Me On A Night Drive [Part 3]
You Give Me Pale Shelter [Part 4]
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes, always
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I don't really write angst but I guess the lil spooky 500 word vamp Eddie fic I wrote could be considered an angsty ending since it's open to interpretation
Awakened I Have Become
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Strawberries & Cigarettes
8. Do you get hate on fics?
No I haven't really! The only annoying things I've seen are people complaining about the smut at the end of the bodyswap fic (You're the Ultimate)
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes! Must have smut! I'm a fairly vanilla person myself, so I don't really veer into kinky stuff in my own writing. I like sex where the characters are having fun, some silly stuff happening is always good. I love Virgin Eddie & Bottom Eddie, so I write that a lot, but they usually switch it up in pretty much everything I write.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
No I haven't! I think cross overs can be fun but I don't think I'll ever write one.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Nope!! I've seen it happen to friends though and it really sucks.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, but that would be so cool! I'm always open to people translating or creating something based on my fics!!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Not yet! But @glitterfang and I keep talking about it!
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
Oh god, my brain is so full of Steddie... are there other ships? hahahaha
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Right now I'm staring at my Steddie dads fic that I started for Steddie Week and it kinda grew legs... I've been feeling guilty that I haven't finished it, I'll either have to keep it short (3 chapters like I originally planned) and end it more abruptly, or I'll need to brainstorm and expand it. but I DO fully intend to finish it! I just feel shitty that I haven't yet and it keeps slipping my mind.
We Part To Meet Again here it is in case you want to read it without ever knowing when it's gonna be updated hahahah *cue everyone running away screaming*
16. What are your writing strengths?
Oh god, ask someone else, I don't know!!
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Struggling to make time to write, maybe not being as descriptive with settings and clothing as I could be?
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
This feels like such a random question hahahaha, I mean I've read a few where they're in another country and there's a smattering of a different language. It's nice when authors put the translations in the end notes.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
HP technically.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
How am I to choose between my children!! I do really love Night Drives, and all of my other fics. I was really proud of 'Am I Your Fire?' but it didn't get much attention so I'm gonna say that
zero pressure tags:
@toburnup @glitterfang @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @entanglednow @mixsethaddams @justcourbeau
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hi hello & happy happy opening! i'm blue & this is xie ziying, local night terror edward cullen haunting the halls of sua! art student, red hall girl gang stan, & proud owner of a pretty pair of pearly whites that she's putting to dentist unrecommended use outside of regular class hours! here's a barebones profile & more info / plots under the cut, pls like to plot or ask for my d/scord & i’ll be there! 💗
*tw for discussion of blood is marked out in the intro with brackets!
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addressing these first: her teeth r sharp & she drinks blood... the vamp allegations r true. ( /hj. u will see )
anyway!! she mostly lived a fairly normal life, insofar as having 3 outta 4 ( now 2 out of 3 ) of a family being anomalies would be normal? has a big bro in huitian but their abilities are as different as they come, so the anomaly gene sure is abnormal!
she's always been the black sheep of the family, but only in the way that someone who's unconditionally loved can act out? like deciding to play the violin when you come from a family of pianists, before abandoning that all together, & being the sibling whose teachers keep calling... but the point is. she's grown up being loved by her family, & that sense of self & safe harbour has pretty much tided her through what would otherwise have been some awful memories
those & her chompers it's hard to fight someone if they're willing 2 mike tyson u
speaking of teeth... they're sharp i'm not kidding! has nicked herself many times, but this was also how she figured out how her ability works. pure trial & error & teething pains
so how do those powers work? ( tw blood mention ) basically, a lil sip of blood gives her a power up! if it's her own blood, she gets physically stronger with enhanced condition. if that sip comes from someone else, she adopts/transforms into one property from them, though she doesn't get to choose which! ( tw end )
she's completely fine with her ability & down to use it when needed or entirely unnecessary, though the fact that the fun half of her power is a random grab bag is sometimes to her detriment. she knows this because she's gotten someone's sleep deprived mental state once when she wanted their cool colour-changing irises 💔
at sua bc they had really effective advertising & her grades + power combination was bad enough that she was applying to any college that might take her in. swears she didn't mean to tag along w huitian but she did apply to sua... so...
art student, which means being on her sixth can of bacchus at ass o clock & permanent eyebags, having the worst style intentionally & calling it avant goth
applied to be evo's treasurer but doesn't believe in 'the cause' or wtv that is. she j wanted to mooch money off them. its working!!
personality deets she's got that libra sun ( i see it i like it ) taurus moon ( i want it i got it ) scorpio rising ( goth ariana )! we're starting off goth, but she's unsrs about it. only emo 4 the aesthetics. might be a stoner gal & attends all the house parties when they have good greens. very chill & laidback, lowkey doesn't care about anything until it comes to her art or her ego, then her secret perfectionist self rears its big head! likes a good puzzle but would never help someone else solve one even if they were struggling. lives mostly in the twilight hours & naps thru class. could be spotted on your roof today!
chara inspos are sunny baudelaire, himiko toga if she had a loving family, vampire vibes really
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writing that intro has emptied my brain & i only have the usual suspects: besties, enemies, fwbs, exes! red hall hot girls & ppl she's pissing off at evo bc the funds keep disappearing
will update more but i love a brainstorm too we should do that 💗
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Hi I'm sorry hope I'm not bothering but what are those Aus u were talking about they seem really interesting hope I'm not bothering u can ignore ofc
OH YOU AINT BOTHERING ME AT ALL, i did ask in the tags for someone to come ask me cuz i need to talk about it BUT HERE WE GO
so! the poyw invitation au! now you may think its an "oh a (y/n) from our world goes to that universe and ends up in the storyline somehow~" NOPE ahahaha!!!!!! its a full descendants poyw au! either taking from the og storyline or the rewrite AU, (y/n)/rose gets sent home one day(after she married Harry). Either, her key stops working, or shes now home again with no way back to the descendants world, right back where she started(though she does keep the items shes gained, like her rings, necklace, n maybe a sword idk). Still, around-lets say....idk at most 10 years later, after doing a DNA thing for funsies, she finds she suddenly has a family from England, and her newly discovered cousin Oliver has reached out~!! like Evie, she goes to meet him and he talks about the Devilles and that big ol wedding, (y/n)/rose mentions knowing a Deville once but his name was spelled Devil but pronounced De'vil (ahaha yes funny funny). Oliver is just like...okay cool(and slightly sus he don't know why tho) and invites her to the wedding for an Alexander family reunion
(y/n)/rose agrees, cuz something tugs at her ear to tell her to go(sounding a lot like that one goddess who pulled way too many strings to make Harry/rose possible) and eventually ends up at the new carfax abbey, soon seeing *drumroll* Walter~ who looks exactly like her fucking boy Harry Hook, and boy does he look-actually surprised to see her.
some high-jinks ensue with (y/n)/rose snooping around trying to figure out why this dude looks exactly like Harry/Thomas Doherty and ends up finding a hall that has Walter's family portraits on them. two of them include two very familiar faces, Cj and Harriet hook.
(y/n)/rose figures shit out quickly and makes a quick comment on one of their old friends during the cocktail party thing and Walter corrects her about something (pulling a lil abu trick like Jasmin did) and winces as (y/n)/rose gasps about catching him right in a lie! cuz holy shit Walter's Harry fucking Hook!!!!
after a long explanation,(with crying from Harry cuz he's dramatic/extra) its revealed Harry got sent to (y/n)/rose's world with her, but ended up way back in time due to a mix up, thanks to a technicality due to when Harry should've actually been born if the whole neverland/Auradon necromancy thing didn't happen, so he's way back in time before anything Disney has even been imagined, and makes a deal with some witches for immortality, becoming a vamp.
Harry now thinks (y/n)/rose will be scared of him, he's a monster now, one without a soul, but (y/n)/rose is that bitch and has killed for Harry too many times to count now and is just "dude, i killed ur dad for you, and his entire crew-plus some random ass fucks who threatened you. you really think some blood drinking gonna scare me off?" Harry just laughs as (y/n)/rose takes his face and kisses him stupid, the two soul mates finally reunited after so long.
anyways, at this point-it separates from canon and just has the two having a time as if they were never apart-Walter/Harry tells the families/the brides some of the truth and that (y/n)/rose happily accepted his proposal(even tho the two were already married n (y/n)/rose still wears her rings) Viktoria is...Viktoria, Lucy is Lucy, and (y/n)/rose is still that bitch; her and Harry soon starting to try to figure out how to get back to their world, getting even closer than before in the process(if that was even possible)
dead ass-this last bit is-fully stolen/borrowed from @sessediz's version of the invitation, but after (y/n)/rose n Harry/Walter take their vows(again) and (y/n)/rose takes his blood, Viktoria attempts a coup but uh-girly wasn't expecting the fucking balls (y/n)/rose has(being one to even make Gaston shake in the knees at the sight of her, girlies fucking THAT BITCH) and (y/n)/rose, either with her new vamp stretch or her skills(rewrite /rose is immune to magic, which in turn would make her immune to the blood pact thing so-she stays human but completes her end of the deal) takes Viktoria down with-too much ease(i think i made (y/n)/rose a bit of a mary sue but i do what it want plus, for real, Viktoria prob doesn't know how to actually fight, if it came down to skill, Viktoria would be a goner-did you see how her and lucy fought? those two have never actually fought someone in their life)
after being asked why Viktoria attempted such a coup like this, she tried to justify herself with how (y/n)/rose made Walter soft, how weak he's become over the years. Harry just laughs, his eyes gleaming red with the remaining madness curse that never truly left. "I'm a villain kid darlin'" his accent comes back out at this point, dark and rough like the child of hook he really is "this is all jus' childs play, got boring after a while-ye know?"
anyways-of course Viktoria is taken out due to her treacherous act, and while (y/n)/rose n Harry still figure out how the fuck to get home, they take care of business (like firing the racist ass butler and taking up different prey than the servant class cuz like the fuck?) and (y/n)/rose is implemented into the house, either as a vampire or a human that was unaffected by the pact(magic immunity has its perks) so-how this would end, would either be them going home, or them staying in (y/n)/rose's world as the Deville's
also-yes (y/n)/rose bullies Harry over his new last name SO FUCKING MUCH
"YOU STOLE CARLOS LAST NAEM YOU DOLT"
"NO I FUCKING DIDN' IT WAS JUST A COINCIDENCE"
"YEAH FUCKING RIGHT"
anyways there would be so much more to this au than i said here and if i did ever write it-it would be a lot better than what i explained and make more sense but-ye
OH and totally the reason why (y/n)/rose is suddenly an Alexander is so because of Persephone pulling strings, she just cannot let her otp be separated for longer
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NOW ITS UR TURN WHO ARE YOUR MGS FAVS AND WHY!1!1?1!1?1!1?11!1! ٩( 'ω' )و
EHEHEEEE OK SO I'll say my fav from each game
Mgs1 is def Liquid he. He's so overdramatic it's really funny. He did so many backflips while explaining his tragic backstory 🥰 and then he just fucking died and turned into an arm which is the real tragedy (I have so many random HCs for him it's insane... I also rewrote his backstory a little...the recessive thing is so dumb)
Mgs2 I think it's a split between Raiden and Fortune. Raiden I really enjoyed playing as a character who is just... idk how to put it I just like that he's flawed and not some morally perfect charismatic guy. It feels like he's set up to be that way and then he whines about everything and is very dismissive at some points. It feels like he's a real person and not perfectly crafted to be the ultimate stereotypical good guy protagonist who can stay cool and collected in every situation. He has his moments where he lets emotion get the better of him and I like it a lot.
Fortune I have less to say about her but it doesn't mean I like her less. I think she's a really tragic character backstory wise but I also like how she sort of "plays into it" I guess? Ocelot points it out himself near the end of the game ("you couldn't get enough of the drama"). I thought the ending where she found out she could've died any time and she didn't have some magic ability was sad too and I lowkey wish she didn't die and was like redeemed somehow (imagine she comes back in mgs4 and has to go against Vamp or something that would've been so cool)..anyway I guess I didn't actually have less to say I like Fortune a lot blehhh😋
mgs3 AGH.. EVA ILY she is such a well written character and I love her so much I could write an essay on her if I wanted but I'll keep it more brief here. She's like a perfect subversion of the typical sexualized woman in video game thing...it's what she's doing as a spy for the mission and the best part is it doesn't even really work lol nice job snake. The game itself even adheres to whether Eva is in her Eva persona or her Tatyana one. It's....aghhhhghhh so great. (I have so many thoughts about her and Liquid btw)
Mgs4...difficult but probably Screaming Mantis. For real this time not a lot to say about her but I do like her a lot more since playing the game she went from my least fav B&B unit member to my fav one. She was really fun to watch in all her cutscenes and her boss fight was one of the best MGS boss fights I've ever done tbh. The callbacks and references to the first game were so good I won't lie I was giggling kicking my feet a lil bit. Screaming Mantis ily I have so many thoughts <333
Peace Walker ermmm Kaz and Paz equal I can't decide..also maybe Amanda. Yeah I like everyone a lot 😭 and Cécile....not Snake tho sorry lol. I haven't finished the game so I haven't gotten the full character arcs of everyone so it's hard to pinpoint exact explanations but you know I love Kaz forever and ever mwah mwah (I'm also a transfem Kaz truther and I'm RIGHT!!!). Amanda has a lot of really cool tapes explaining a lot of...not really exposition but it gives a lot of great context to her character. And her voice acting especially in cutscenes is some of the best voice acting I've seen in an mgs game so it adds a lot. Paz I need to learn more about her. I know basic plot points but not the inbetween stuff that really lets you get to know her. I do feel really sad for her though, Kojima decided he wanted shock value instead of a female character having a nice ending 🤷♀️ Sucks.
Mgsv QUIET!!!! QUIET ILY!!! she's soooooo OUGH. I'm glad a lot of the fandom has fixed her from her extremely flawed portrayal in the game because it shows what really could've been and I think I latch more onto that than the version of her in the game just a little. The foundation they were working with was still really good. The way they show her and venom building such a strong bond despite never having a single conversation is really well done and I like it a lot. Quiet ily my favourite creaturething killgirl my favourite ear biter offer...
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im in your ask like a freak off the leash after commenting on my heart, your song because im not only so excited and giddy but i see youll soon be making a vampire!kaeya fic soon and i was just talking to my friend abt how theres not enough vamp yaya. plenty of vamp diluc but what abt his brother PLEASE and like the postman you deliver
PLEASE if i think it's the comment that it is, it literally made my whole night. i've been rereading it a ton. i'm about to respond to it on ao3 tonight too!! for real i appreciate you so much.
i saw this really cool piece of theater after having a sorta bad day and had gotten the notification for your comment during the show and afterwards when i read it i had felt like my whole night had changed for the better jfkdslfkd crazy what good art and a lil nice comment will do for a bitch!! life was suddenly okay again!!
anyways....yes...i have been thinking about vampire!kaeya....gothic vampire kaeya......i thought v much the same thing friend! i thought while there is some wonderful diluc vampire works out there...there SHOULD be more vamp!kaeya. and you know, as they say, be the change you want to see in the world fjdslksdk so here i am!!
i'm thinking of posting around halloween for it...give myself some nice time and it'll be spooky season!! i'm already collecting music though....mood boards....
thank you again!! for your kindness and your interest and everything!! means a lot! hope you're doing well friend!
#i rambled to you for no reason jfdkslfksd#but im so happy you're enjoying my heart your song!!!#and you're interested in vamp!kaeya!!!#my fellow kaeya lover <3333#cielo chats!
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aaaaaaa I love tiny anton sooooo much!!!! just thinkin about him with the vamps, being babysat and absolutely loving it because they basically just give him little head pats and tell him he's a good little pup. They get him special puppy formula (which his wolf side REALLY LIKES), instead of the regular milk the pack gives him, as well as giving him some cool chew toys! they play a little bit of tug of war with him, but have to be very careful, because even though werewolf teeth grow back, a teething pup is 100% times worse than a teething vampire. he gets his nappy changes without much of a fuss and is allowed to sit up on the furniture for some nice cuddles (deacon is a bit iffy about it, but Vlad doesn't let him start any arguments)
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Being babysat by the vampires is basically like going to your grannies house where she spoils you ♡♡♡ Anton is their lil pup and they'll give him alll the lovings- and oh my goodness, Deacon is side eyeing when Anton crawls up on the couch beside him, wanting to shoo him off but then, Anton chooses him to cuddle with ;u; which in that moment, Deacon forgets about the couch and just takes in the sight of the pup curling up next to him and falling asleep ♡♡◇
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Wow! I love how Jungkook truly brought the baby boy in tete!
Also the fact that only together they can have unhinged monster sex 😭😭😭😭😩😩😩😩 I really didn't know they cared this much for each other this was so horny and so cute, which the perfect mix
Insecure tae crying 🥺🥺🥺 no baby you are so loved and appreciated and attractive and your boyfriend is so in love with you!
Sanguis!Tae has always been a babyboy, it was just hiding underneath his cool exterior. Istfg I'm telling you besties, Sanguis!Tae craves the babyboy lifestyle I said what I said ✊🏻😔
I really didn't know they cared this much for each other
LISTEN THIS POLY FAMILY IS SO WHIPPED FOR EACH OTHER YOU GUYS 😭 they all love each other so much!!1 (I can't wait for Caerula Luna, you guys send me motivation again because I'm in a slumb againfandfn)
Insecure tae crying 🥺🥺🥺 no baby you are so loved and appreciated and attractive
Can we talk about this though?? can we talk about how secretly insecure Tae is?? like??? I don't wanna go full phsycho analysis on his character but this sad lil vamp hides way more than he might wnat people to see 😭
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Overcome those fears.
So lately the universe has been very aggressively nudging me into situations that are seemingly designed to test the limits of my greatest fears. I know, sounds like I’m being dramatic but I’m not kidding, it’s getting weird here…
Latest test was my very own Trojan Horse. Which now that it’s over, I’m flattered and amused, but at the time, as I was bawling on my bed like a child, texting every person I knew, begging for help, it wasn’t nearly as funny..
So what happened was… (most fish tales start this way, btw) I decided to vamp up my old bike. Clean it, buff off the rust, give it a sweet paint job, maybe even upgrade the basket, ya know, the works. Silly me though, I left it outside, by the shed, In the grass I let grow 4 feet tall, for like 2 years. And I have a mild/soul crushing fear of spiders. But! Knowing this about myself and because I’m a grownup with great ideas, I ask my mom to grab it for me. She does and she even gets my hose for me so I can spray away cobwebs.
Hero status, that lady. But if you’ve ever seen the movie Troy, and if you haven’t, stop now, like stop reading and go do that, then come back, so you’ll know that there’s a moment in every critical situation ever. It’s the “I think we should burn it” moment. And it happens, over and over, every day, to everyone. If you can catch it and ‘burn it’ you win that life challenge and probably didn’t even notice. But if you miss it, you ruin your eyeliner and cry for 3 hours.
So I bring the bike in, to paint on my Twitch stream (twitch.tv/kryptoniteunicorn btw, follow me, I’m sorta fun) and as soon as I flip the bike I see under the seat, huge spider web. Safe to assume it’s a nest. And I don’t know if you’ve ever seen one of those break open. But I had a friend, Krystal, and she got a dresser one day, and I was in her bedroom when that egg popped…. 10,000 reasons to run out of her house and never look back.
I immediately shut off the stream. Freak out. Realize all my friends are equally as petrified of spiders, or just tired of my shit. To be fair, they might also be assholes, jury’s still out. I end up heroically dragging the bike outside. Double locking the back door. And then having my mom get rid of the web the next day. Again, she’s a legend. And as soon as the webs gone and she assures me no baby spider fest, just a web, I drag that motherfucker back inside.
And that’s when I heard it. It wasn’t something said by anyone there. It was like this beautiful, crisp Orlando Bloom accented, twinge in the air. As I’m again pulling the bike inside “I think we should burn it”. And I shake my head as I put it in my office to paint. But fuck me, I go into that office no more than 2 hours after dragging that huge wooden horse inside, and boom, sassy lil’ spider, on the seat. I happened to be holding my biggest propane torch and had to fight my first instinct of burning this whole dumpster fire to the ground, and thus started the spiral of desperation as I was faced with another fear life wants me to overcome.
Now if you’ve read this far, you’ve truly a higher level individual. Congrats. Here’s some more level up fuel. You don’t have to kill the spider. And when life says, “hey, better yourself, face fear, be majestic..”. You have every right to flip it the bird and say no, I did the last one, I’m taking a bi-week and sitting this one out. I imagine Thor, with his epic mighty hammer, probably has a thing that freaks him the fuck out, that’s just his ‘nope’. And that’s cool. He can still fuck shit up. He doesn’t have to always be the hero. Awesome when he is, but everyone needs a nap sometimes. Take the nap, ask for help, accept help. Know it doesn’t make you weak, it makes you real and move onto the next challenge. Appreciate that your fear isn’t everyone’s and know that you have that same power to save someone else from their sad, and try to do it when you can. As my dad used to say, long story short, (nope) it’s okay to not kill the spider.
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i very much look forward to your heeseung drawing !! i will keep a sharp eye out for any more art and will support accordingly (so btw i have actually interacted with your posts a few times on my old account and it always feels like that "laughs in hidden" meme. i am working on reviving that old account)
NO BC THE IDEA OF AN AROACE PERSON OR LIKE . A LESBIAN BEING IMMUNE TO THE VAMPS' HOTNESS IS REALLY FUNNY BC IMAGINE ONE OF THEM GETTING CAUGHT DOING QUESTIONABLE SHIT AND TRYING TO CHARM THEIR WAY OUT AND THIS LESBIAN STUDENT IS LIKE "oh no you cant flirt your way out of this one, prettyboy. now how the FUCK are your hands on fire." but logically i assume the 'charm' still works on people who wouldn't be attracted to them anyway though– i mean theoretically half of decelis's student body is straight men yet They are all somewhat charmed by the vamps too. so i guess they've just got some kind of charisma/aura that puts people at ease and makes them comfortable. a person can be captivating without the need for attraction, i think
okay but heli stepping out of the shadows like "dontscreampleasei'mjustwalking" is also hilarious like the poor student would be so scared. also someone recognizing solon and realizing that if solon is one of the phantoms walking around, maybe his brothers, the other Weirdos Of Decelis, are the others. the next night the student goes on a walk and catches a shadow with bright green eyes and whispers "hi, jakah" into the darkness, scaring the shit out of the star highball player. "how did you know it was me??? its so dark out here????" "are you aware that your eyes are neon green and light up like glowsticks?"
-vrvr anon
aaaa think you im vv excited (both about finishing/posting it in general and seeing what you think about it)!!!
okay but how would you feel if i admitted that im pretty sure i know what your blog is but i havent said anything or interacted with it because the lil anon ask + answer back-and-forth dynamic is oddly precious to me (and also you mentioned trying to revive it before so i figured you'd interact yourself when the time came)
YEAH THE IDEA IS SO FUNNY SHFBFJBF and im honestly not sure if it would be like. a sexuality/orientation thing necessarily. or if its like all the girls at school (that are attracted to men) are crazy into these seven boys and theyre attractive and (seem) cool and popular, so all the BOYS at decelis (that ARENT attracted to men) either look up to them/want to be like them/be friends with them or they're jealous that they get all the girls' attention. meanwhile idk the lesbians think theyre cool or something?? idk. and in the "new student comes to decelis and immediately sees that the seven popular guys are total fucking dorks, seriously how are these guys the pinacle of cool jocks to you?" scenario im guessing it would be partially aroace influence but also partially the fact the new student hasnt been drenched in decelis school "culture" yet so they're more disillusioned towards the whole popular cliques thing. and yeah totally im 100% behind the idea of the boys being captivating REGARDLESS of someone's orientation, and the new student could absolutely be like "yes i recognize that theyre very pretty and have nice personalities or whatever but this idiot (jino) set the dorm kitchen on fire trying to bake cookies last week and this idiot (noa) got stuck on the roof at 2 am and had to be helped down by one of his brothers, who then ALSO got stuck on the roof. yall have been blinded"
with that being said though the concept of a lesbian student catching one of the brothers red-handed (possibly literally in jino's case) as theyre pulling some stupid shit, and the brother in question trying to flirt/charm their way out of it and failing is just. very funny to me.
YEAH THE DISINTEGRATION OF THE WHOLE CRYPTID THING IS A GREAT CONCEPT . like maybe after heli comes out to comfort the student he accidentally scared that same student starts to notice the other "phantoms" wandering around and think. hey wait maybe theres something else going on here. and they connect the dots for the first time after seeing a "phantom" with heterochromatic eyes LMAO. and bit by bit they start to pick out who each of the "phantoms" are via their eye colors, but they don't say anything for a while because they aren't really sure what there is to DO about it. then they decide to test out the theory by calling out the name of the "phantom" in a completely casual greeting and scaring the shit out of whichever brother thought they were the one doing the spooking in that particular hallway. its all great fun! (and maybe that student pulls all the brothers aside later like "okay so. idk if yall are aware or not but your eyes LITERALLY GLOW in the dark. if theres any freaky supernatural shit going on with you guys i wont tell, but you should probably do less wandering around at night or at least make sure no one can figure out its you.")
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“Corn Syrup, Like in Carrie” | The Mikaelson Boys
Hey my lovelies this is my fic for @hellotvshowtrash ‘s March Prompt Challenge— I hope you all enjoy and especially you, Ash! I literally wrote this in a few hours so I hope it isn’t terrible; I wanted to make sure I actually submitted this month though because you put a lot of hard work into making fun things for us. I haven’t written for these boys in a while so this was nice :)
Description: Y/n drags Kol into a plan that is more dumb luck than actual planning— is it even a question that he would be willing to help?
Pairing: The Mikaelson Boys x Female!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of blood and death but in a casual, funny way (sadistic but funny), this might be the grungiest thing I’ve written to date
Word count: 1.99k (it’s literally 1999k, I pushed this as far as possible)
Tags: Fluff, a lil angst if you squint (squint is used loosely here)
Prompt: “This plan of yours is going to get us killed. Of course I’m in.”
Kudos if you get the picture easter egg!
“You want to do what now?”
She huffs but the wicked smile on her face carves through the annoyance— of course she isn’t actually exasperated with him.
“You heard me Kol— I want to scare him!”
The brown eyed vamp rolls his eyes but his own grin is just as cunning. She can see the spark in his eyes, that little glint that lets her know everything she needs to know— lets her know that he’s in.
All in.
“You know that’s impossible darling,” he toys, his smirk too coy for a man over a thousand years old. “Klaus doesn’t get scared.”
She laughs— that’s what he thinks.
Kol’s brows push together, the glint growing alongside his smile, his sharp teeth poking into his lip. “I know that look— that look is never good.”
She meets him where he leans against the countertop, hopping up beside him and wrapping her arms around his cool shoulders. “Oh it’s good alright, Kol-y. I think you’ll like it very much.”
He turns towards her, running his nose across her jaw, peppering a few kisses against her skin before tilting his face up. “Well out with it then, darling— what’s the plan?”
She giggles, pressing her lips against his quickly before pulling back, pecking the vampire’s nose when he scrunches it. She shakes her head at his puppy dog eyes— easily distracted, that one is.
She leans down, whispering her idea into his ear, her chest blossoming with warmth when he shivers against her lips. She can’t tell if it’s because of how close she is or because he likes her plan— both, most likely. When she finishes speaking she nips his ear, tugging gently before releasing him. He groans when his ear meets the cool kitchen air, twisting to push between her legs.
He leans down, pressing his lips against her again. She can taste the mischief on his lips, tangy and sharp— someone has been eating blackberries again.
“You’re a menace darling.”
“Hmm—” she hums her agreement against his berry lips— “I learned from the best.”
He chuckles and this time she shivers, his lips trailing down her neck. “Is that so?”
She pushes against his chest, trying to regain some of his attention. This is important. She slips her fingers into his soft hair, knitting them between the strands and tugging until his baby browns meet her gaze. He sighs, his smile less menacing and more longing than moments ago. He raises his brow, his eyes flitting to her neck before going back to her eyes— are you going to speak or can I go back to what I was doing?
She huffs.
“Are you in or not, Mikaelson?” She grinds out as he tugs against her hand, just barely nipping at her sensitive skin.
He groans when she pulls her throat away from his ministrations, finally standing straight again. His hands slide up the sides of her neck, smoothing against her jaw, fingers hooking behind her ears.
“This plan of yours is going to get us killed, darling.” His soft grin sharpens as he speaks, the glint resurfacing in his eyes. To her it makes him look beautiful. It makes him look dangerous. “Of course I’m in.”
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“Alright,” Kol announces, his cheerful voice drifting from the entrance to the compound to where she lays in a heap next to the couch. “He’s coming down the street now— I can hear him on the phone. I think he’s talking to Elijah.”
She can’t see the vamp but she knows that the mirth in his voice is much too extensive considering what they are about to do. Oh well. She raises a hand— she can’t speak with the blonde who’s now on their street hearing— signalling for him to get into place—
—and for him to dump the bucket of corn syrup, red dye number five, and just enough of her blood to make it smell real all over her body.
It goes on warm and sticky, scarily similar to actual blood, drenching the t-shirt she has decided to sacrifice. It’s for a good cause, she has to remind herself. Her skin itches where the mixture clings to her and she has to keep from giggling, her shoulders shaking. This had better work.
Kol’s boot nudges against her butt, tsking as she swallows another giggle. “Get with it darling— he’s almost here.”
She nods, splaying her limbs out in a way she imagines a dead— or almost dead— body would look. She doesn’t have to imagine too hard.
“Good job,” Kol whispers. “Billy Loomis would be proud.”
She smiles quickly at the reference— part of her plan was making him watch Scream with her.
“He’s here— let’s do this—“
The end of his sentence is cut off by a yell— his yell. They have to cover the sound of her heartbeat somehow. She can only keep her heart so steady and she’s not trying to give herself away before the fun has really begun. Thank heaven Kol has a good pair of lungs— and that he doesn’t need to breathe.
“Yeah I just go ba— Kol?” Like with Kol, she can’t see Klaus but she can hear him and the way his voice falters in confusion.
“Brother—” the way Kol’s voice hitches at the end of the word makes her almost break character. Someone sign this man up for an Oscar immediately— “I don’t know what happened. I left to get some of that ice cream she’s always talking about and— and—”
Klaus doesn’t speak but over Kol’s scarily astute acting she can hear commotion on the other end of his cellphone. Elijah— jackpot.
A double prank.
“Elijah give me a minute— Kol, what happened?”
Klaus’ heavy boots thunk against the concrete, the vibrations radiating through her cheek where it presses against the ground. His steps are almost as thundering as his voice, both echoing through the open space.
Kol plays along with his brother’s anger, matching it with his own. “I just said I don’t know!”
“What do you mean you don’t know! Look at her and tell me what you see—” his words stop, the air punctuated by a loud crack, no doubt the sound of his Iphone shattering into a hundred pieces.
Oops.
Suddenly there are hands on her back, nudging her softly, pulling at the sticky fabric of her t-shirt. You’re going to have to do better than that to wake the dead, babe. His hands get steadily more frantic— and more slimy— dragging the blood concoction into her hair as he checks her scalp and neck for injury. She holds her breath as his hand wraps around her jaw, lifting her face gently.
“Fuck, Kol, why is she bleeding so much?”
Kol only screeches in answer— again, she almost loses it. Klaus must not like that answer very much because he curses under his breath. Well, under his breath is a relative term. She is sure the entirety of Bourbon street hears the F-bomb he drops. The word is accompanied by the sound of her shirt being ripped in two. Here we go.
She feels a whoosh of air against her now revealed skin, steeling against the shiver that creeps up her spine at the cold air. Soon there is another pair of hands on her, sliding down her slick arms. She can picture the dyed corn syrup staining Elijah's dress shirt and the glare in his dark eyes when he realizes she has teamed up with his brother to wreak mayhem.
“What’s going on? What happened?” His sultry voice is worse than the cold air— and much harder to stave off.
“I don’t know—” both Klaus and Kol speak in unison, Klaus taking over for the both of them— “but there isn’t time to find out right now.”
Before she has time to process his words her body is being flipped over, her back pressing into the icy, sticky concrete. It takes all of her strength not to squeal at the contact. She hears a noise much too juicy for her liking before a warm artery is pressed against the seam of her lips. Perfect!
“C’mon love, please—”
When her mouth fills with a thick, metallic substance she breaks, springing forward and coughing wildly, making sure to swallow a good amount before hacking the rest up. She runs an arm across her eyelids, trying to unstick them but only managing to coat her eyelashes even more.
When she finally manages to peel her eyes open, spitting the last of Klaus’ blood out of her mouth, she is met with the faces of two shocked vampires and one vampire who is laughing his ass off. Kol’s laughter is infectious— especially because she’s been holding back giggles since the start of their ruse— and soon she is joining him, laughing so hard she falls backwards again into the goo.
For a moment there is silence— only the sound of her and Kol’s laughter— before it gives way to Klaus’ deathly calm voice. “What the hell is going on here?”
She pushes herself up on an elbow, flashing him a scarlet drenched smile— she would give anything to see her crimson teeth right now. She runs her tongue over them to enhance the point.
“Did I scare you?”
His eyes flash with black. “Did you scare me—”
“Yes, you scared us!” Elijah’s red hands wrap around her forearms, hauling her into his chest without a care for his white shirt. “May I ask why?”
Elijah’s chest shudders, his arms curling around her waist. He wasn’t lying— he’s terrified. He smells like cooking oil and metal but she doesn’t care— he’s too warm for her to mind. His lips press against her forehead and she almost feels bad.
Almost.
A hand wraps around her hair from behind, yanking her back from his brother’s chest. “What Elijah means to say is can we demand why? Why you would try something like that?”
She dips her head further back, squinting up at the furious blonde. “Oh you already know why, love.”
He rolls his eyes, his jaw clenched but leaning down to brush his cheek against hers regardless. “Indulge me anyway.”
She tilts her head, skimming her tacky lips against his stubble. “To make a point.”
“Oh yeah? And what point might that be?”
“That I am fragile—” she pulls upright, turning in Elijah’s arms and dropping the cheshire grin— “that you can’t protect me all the time—” she pushes forward, crawling onto Klaus’ drenched lap— “that I need to be like you.”
He sighs, his forehead dropping against hers, his hands curling around her jaw. “This again?”
Her arms hook around his neck, fingers tangling in his blonde hair. “You know I’m right.”
Klaus’ shoulders slump, his golden eyebrows knitting together. “Does it have to be right now?”
“Your blood is already in my system.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”
She smiles back at him, leaning in for what she hopes is one last human kiss. “Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?”
He only sighs, shaking his head as Kol laces his fingers with hers. She turns to the brown eyed vamp just in time to see him pass her a mischievous wink.
It is the last thing she sees before the world around her goes dark.
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She wakes feeling significantly less sticky than she had when she blacked out— and significantly more hungry. She can’t remember the last time her throat was dry like this. Is she catching a cold? She shifts slightly, her elbow piling into a pillow underneath her. The pillow grunts.
Not a pillow.
Kol rises beside her, pressing a hand to her chest until she falls back against the mattress and then rolling on top of her, sinking his face against her neck. The words he mumbles into her skin make her dead heart stop in the best way.
“I told you that plan would get you killed.”
#March2021PromptChallenge#the mikaelson boys#the mikaelson brothers#the mikaelson boys x reader#the mikaelson brothers x reader#the mikaelsons x reader#Kol mikaelson#kol mikaelson x reader#kol mikaelson x y/n#klaus mikaelson#klaus mikaelson x reader#klaus mikaelson x y/n#elijah mikaelson#elijah mikaelson x reader#elijah mikaelson x y/n#the originals#the originals imagine#to imagine#to#elijah mikaelson imagine#kol mikaelson imagine#klaus mikaelson imagine
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i can't believe i almost forgot to make this post oh my god okay
so!! last night while in call with @leezardweezard i came up with a twilight au for the joaks and i cannot stop thinking about it so i need to share it or we will both explode
the points will be under a readmore cuz it'd be kinda long if not
au where edward and bella have switched places
-they're still the same people personality wise but edward is charlie's son and bella is now a cullen, they have literally just swapped places and roles
-bella was still meant to be with rosalie but did not want to be with her
-she totally helps her kill those men though
-she's hooked up with alice (jasper does not exist)
-since the literal only thing stopping her from jumping edward's bones from the start was the fact that he would not touch her like that until marriage, she would not hold back in the decades before meeting him esp being w/ alice
-edward is now the awkward pale lil meow meow that came from arizona to live with his dad in forks
-jacob and edward were childhood friends and they have a thing for each other
-when bella hits the scene jacob is jealous at first tries to posture and stick up for edward's honor or smth and bella is just like "we can share tho like what if we shared i'd be cool w/ that"
-poly bi queen tbh
-jacob is not a huge fan at First but warms up to it slowly (during the tent scene is when he fully accepts it)
-edward doesn't wanna be a vampire which throws a bit of a cog into the works but then
-because of the james fight, the cullens decide that they should leave for edward's safety ripping the happy couple apart
-edward starts doing stupid shit to die cuz he's like "i can't be without her" even though he still has jacob
-alice thinks he dies
-bella starts doing her own stupid shit subtly trying to get caught as a vamp so the volturi have a reason to kill her but she is also trying to stall a bit to see if he's truly dead bc she's hoping it was a bug in alice's vision
-the volturi catch wind and similar scene where eddy boy gets there as she's on trial
-they are intrigued and put pressure on her to turn him or they will wipe them All out
-eddy boy has already changed his mind anyways bc being apart from her had him like "damn i don't wanna live without you so if i have to be a vampire to be with you i guess i'll do it"
-they still get married right out of highschool for both love and volturi pressure
-it's a triple wedding, legally on paper it's just eddy and bells but jacob is also part of the ceremony and alice and her are already married so she's just there
-jacob and bella standing on opposite sides while charlie walks edward down to give him away cuz it's funny
-the pack gives jacob away
-the cullens give bella away
-it's very croweded lmao
-they fyuck after marriage cuz eddy boy would still not want to until then and jacob and bella both respect him enough to wait
-imprinting is a SHIT mechanic but FOR the sake of the universe it is what allows him to live immortally SO for that reason and THAT ALONE
-we're still bending the rules a bit
-he imprints on BOTH of them the first time they have sex together
-like jasper, there is no renesme she does not exist
-HOWEVER if she was to exist it's because bella was turned when she was on her period so, like with how edward's sperm was frozen bc the man never rubbed one out in his decades of death and thus it was preserved, so was a single (1) egg. but again i am looking away she does not exist i have only considered this because i think that's REALLY funny mechanically
-jacob still has that scene to show charlie his wolf form bc i think it's a really funny scene
#twilight#twilight au#twilight but funnier#twilight but okayer#i think this is so funny#i need you all to know i'm insane
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details in mbav that i like/noticed: a comphrehensive list
- sarah’s tank tops over a completely non-matching shirt (fashion queen)
- the photo of erica pre-vamp in sarah’s locker
- the little froggy in rory’s backpack pocket
- jane’s mini mole scout outfit
- benny & ethan’s painted nails :)
- the garbage can benny carries around as a halloween pail in halloweird
- rory’s mom being supportive of his interests :)))
- the numerous amounts of photos ethan has of him and benny in his locker in S1
- the teeth lamps at the restaurant in the date to end all dates
- the lil nose boop. u know the one
- the dazed and confused bit in flushed
- also their aprons in flushed when theyre in home ec
- the folders on ethans desktop labelled ‘nd websites’ and ‘MBV’
- rory’s keep calm and dont get bitten shirt
- in fanged and furious benny holds up a newspaper that reads ‘the fab four visit whitechapel’
- benny n ethans stupid clip-on ties in double negative/jilly putty😓😓❣
- when ethan says ‘wick’
- ericas hair + fit during the school dance episode <33333333
- benny’s powder blue suit & the floral bowtie HIII <3
- the double-stacked pizza with the gumballs in the middle
- the lil chick in welcome back dusker
- the banana hanging from sterns glasses by a string in welcome back dusker
- benny preordering $100 worth of the worlds first self-chewing gum
- the stuffed animals on ethans shelves
- the american license plates on ethans rooms walls even though theyre in canada
- museatronics (also when they say museatronics in unison)
- rory’s devil costume
- the one poster in the background that says RACISM IS NOT COOL.
- debbie dazzle and the disco beach. also dazzle dan
- erica holding a rainbow flag in mirror/rorrim
- THE 60S FITS IN MIRROR/RORRIM !!!!!!
- also the bit where ethan and his mom try a cake that sounds like its made of concrete
- the rabbit doodle that grandma weir brings to life in the movie
- benny accidentally hits ethans hand with a hammer during the montage in the movie lol
- the stray pizza slices strewn about the walls
- mr. kitty and vampire sasquatch
- the alien DNA detector goggles making a comeback in the last episode
- the lattice bridge in the movie
- benny getting holy water from the church
- rory’s hair in the movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- jane warming up to benny’s grandma throughout the movie
- ross being a supportive dad
- benny wearing the towel over his head
- the fact that they just glossed over jesse being a cult leader lmao
#mbav#my babysitter's a vampire#my babysitters a vampire#ethan morgan#benny weir#sarah fox#erica jones#rory keaner#jesse black#jane morgan#grandma weir
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(Ikesen and Ikevamp) Sorry if this has been asked before. But how about an MC who went back to her own time only to find out she was pregnant. How would the boys reaxt if she comes back somehow a few years later but with a young child she says is theirs.
im sorry for keeping u waiting this long anon huhu,, i only did the vamps but, if my askbox allows, i’ll come back to do the sen boys too ! i didn’t have a specific gender for their children so jus imagine the lil rascal any way u want
Napoleon Bonaparte
When you come back through that door with a fascinated child holding your hand, it’s him you meet first again, and the tears are already glossing his eyes over before you can say anything.
He literally has no words when you smile gently, saying it’s his. Napoleon swallows the bump in his throat before making his way to the both of you, holding the two of you in his arms for only god knows how long.
“I.. can’t wait to live my life with you both, nununche,” he mumbles into your hair, ears slightly tinged, only causing you to laugh at his adorable antics.
As a father, he isn’t very strict, and he isn’t all that good in child-rearing, either. But he tries — you have to keep reminding yourself of this when you catch them in a compromising position, usually when you see your child holding a foil with a goofy smile.
“Nunuche.. I can explain,” Napoleon says calmly when you first find the two of them — well, three; it seems Jean was in on this little practice, though he quickly bolted when he saw you — parading around the training room with the foils.
“Mamma, papa said he was the King! He teached me how to be King!” Your child exclaims, flailing the weapon around excitedly as your gaze only darkens.
“Well, you see, I meant emperor, but—” his words die down when he sees your unimpressed face practically dripping with the murderous intent he’s so used to fighting against on the battle field
Slowly kneeling down to meet your child’s eyes, you see him whispering something incoherent before the little one nods seriously, slowly putting down the foil.
Then, as if counting down ‘3, 2, 1′, Napoleon immediately hoists your child up in his arms, running out of the room as both his laughter and your child’s squeals echo throughout the halls.
“Napoleone di Buonaparte, get your ass back here right now!” You scream, running after them.
“3, 2, 1 — Vive L’Empereur!” The two of them scream back, before bursting into laughter. They’re always in sync. It’s exasperating.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
“That child is.. mine?” He asks, slightly jaw-slacked, pointing at the child that undeniably looks like him, if the identical beauty mark or violet eyes are anything to go by.
“Do you.. not want—”
“I never said that,” he instantly cuts you off, going over to kneel at the confused child. With a slight smile, in an attempt to hold his tears back, he manages, “So.. how was spending time with that clumsy mother of yours?”
Mozart doesn’t really know how to spend time with his child, though he’s clearly not opposed to carrying the little rascal around on his shoulders, or dragging the child clinging onto his leg around when stubbornness bites.
You often don’t know what he’s thinking whenever he spends time with your child, or the whole situation, but rest assured, he wouldn’t change it for the world, despite how he may look.
A clear example of this is when you once walked into the piano room only to see your little darling on top of the grand white piano itself, snoozing on top of a small comforter whilst your lover plays the soft tunes you’ve grown to love.
Shock holds you captive as you stare at the lovely sight, before finally trailing off, “Mozart..”
Without so much as glancing at you, he replies, voice hushed in a soft tone you don’t hear so often. The blissful smile on his face speaks thousands of words.
“I thought you were the only one foolish enough to let your guard down in front of me… It seems I was wrong.”
Leonardo da Vinci
He had an inkling the moment he saw the child sporting caramel eyes so similar to his own, tawny gaze regarding the large mansion with wonder.
And when you did reveal that the child is actually his, he only pulled you close to his chest, hoisting the little one up with his other arm.
“Papa has a lot of time to make up to you, doesn’t he?”
Leonardo is good with children, if it isn’t obvious. Not in your conventional dad way wherein he brings the child to school — in fact, he probably fell asleep in the hallway just when the two were about to leave — but he's awfully good at keeping his child entertained.
Running around the mansions, creating new inventions, learning a new language — sometimes, you have to remind yourself that this child’s father is literally Leonardo da Vinci.
A position you often see them in, however, is snoozing on the floor, probably near the library, your child a small ball curled into Leonardo’s arms and head in the crook of his neck.
“Again? Really?” You can only huff, though that doesn’t stop the small smile from spreading on your face as you brush the locks of hair out of your lover’s face.
“Cara mia,” he rasps out, cracking a bleary eye open and gripping your wrist softly. Then, he smiles, all sorts of soft and lovely and.. unguarded.
“You two.. are the best things that have happened to me.”
Arthur Conan Doyle
Arthur tries swallowing back the lump in his throat when he sees you standing in front of that damned door, though to no avail as a tear slips.
He starts full-on crying when you say that you’re back for good and that the child is his, and he’ll have to be comforted by yours and your child’s tiny arms before he even plans to stop.
“Ah, crying like that on our first meeting… Don’t you think your fath — I’m a bit embarrassing?” He asks, sniffling as he musters a smile.
Your child giggles, blue eyes crinkling. “No! Mommy told me a whooooole lot about you, daddy!”
He has to stop himself from sobbing again.
Arthur wastes no time in making up for what he’s missed, and every single day is one you’d find the two of them either in town or messing about at home.
If not, then they’re probably just chilling in the comforts of his room, doing god knows what. The day you peek in to see what exactly they were up to was a blessed day.
Maneuvering yourself in a way that lets you see through the tiny crack of the open door, your jaw drops at the adorable sight of your child in a tiny deerstalker and trench coat far too big for his form, Arthur nodding with a serious look on his face.
“So, Watson, do you think crepes make mummy happier?” Your child asks, holding his magnifying glass up — one you’re sure is from Leonardo — like a mic in front of Arthur’s face.
He strokes his chin for a moment, before answering, “Seeing her reaction when we gave her the ones we bought yesterday, I deduce they do, Sherlock.”
“Good dedoo – deduck – deduction, Watson! I thought so too.”
Your heart literally melts. The two are far too cute for you, you having to calm yourself before walking in with the widest smile on your face. Dorks.
Vincent van Gogh
When you meet those familiar, cerulean eyes from your place in front of the door, they’re already glossy in seconds, a flurry of emotions clear on Vincent’s face, though his smile says it all.
“Is it too much to say I’ve been waiting for you this whole time?”
Vincent would be practically wallowing in regret that he wasn’t able to be a part of his child’s life for the first few years, leading him to do any and everything that will cause his child to smile. In simpler terms, he’s basically wrapped around the little one’s finger.
He’s so adorable and happy that he’s blessed with your lovely child, and there’s an immediate smile on his face when he so much as thinks about the little blondie.
He literally makes the other residents question whether or not they want a child too.
Their bonding time is painting and, more often than not, it ends up with all three of you cramped in the shower, scrubbing furiously at the sticky paint on their skin.
“I’m sorry for having you do this all the time,” Vincent’s soft voice only makes you sigh in relaxation as he massages your shoulders from behind you, causing your fingers to halt in their journey of rubbing some blue paint off your child.
“It’ll take more than that if you wanna make it up to me,” you hum, leaning back into his chest and looking up into his bright eyes.
Your lips were just about to meet, when —
“Mam, I’m not clean yet!”
You groan, Vincent only laughing as you meet the crossed arms of your child pouting child.
“Don’t give your mammie too much of a hard time, okay?” He never forgets to take care of you above all, of course.
Theodorus van Gogh
When he first sees you after years with a child, his child, grasping your hand, Theo has to literally disappear to cool his head off because he’s angry.
Not at you, no, never, but at himself. That he wasn’t there for his child, for you, and god, even if he were, would he have been a good father?
“Hon — Schatje,” he starts, running his fingers through his already messy hair and staring at you with eyes that practically bleed insecurity, his voice breaking. “How am I supposed to take care of a child when I couldn’t even take care of you?”
After many reassuring words and gentle touches, Theo’s finally okay, holding up and scrutinising your child much like how he does a painting. He’s, well, awkward.
Theo is surprisingly very gentle with your child because he honestly doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing.
He’s also very grounded and doesn’t fall for cute little tricks that much either, so out of the residents, he’d be one of the better fathers.
“Nee.” “Papje, pleaaase?” “No. Non. Nee.”
Your lover’s fixed refusal causes you to peek your head into a lovely picture. Theo was holding a chocolate bar high above his head, steely gaze fixed on your young child with his puppy dog eyes in full view.
“Je mama said no chocolate, right?” Your heart warms when you realise he remembered your scoldings, though you can’t help but to feel bad for your whining baby.
“Theo,” you say, both their heads turning towards you. “How about you give the little baby some chocolate and we all enjoy some pancakes, yeah?”
The way both their eyes shine almost identically is adorable.
Dazai Osamu
When you showed up again with the child in hand, one he knows is his, his first thought, first wish, is that for that tiny thing to not be his. Because no one knows how harsh this world is more than the man who wished to end it all, so much more than once.
But Dazai makes up his mind when he sees you and your — his child staring up at him with those eyes that look so much like your own. He makes up his mind, despite his own continuous suffering, that he’ll never let this child go through what he had to.
“Was I staring too much?” He smiles, slightly sad and, well, empty. “I suppose it’s because the little one looks far too much like you.” Bright. Too bright for me.
As a father, he’s surprisingly really good with children? He quite enjoys seeing your child smile more than anything, and one way he knows how to do so is by perching the little one on his shoulders, running around the mansion as his hands intertwine with small, tiny fingers.
You don’t know whether to yell at him and his close-eyed grin, or simply laugh at the resonating giggles of your child. Probably both as you chase the two down the halls.
Dazai often zones out whenever he’s playing with your child, a look you can only describe as pure bliss on those handsome features of his. As you stare up at him, confusion clear on your features, you ask, “Hey, Dazai, why do you.. Zone out so much? Whenever you’re with, you know,” you motion to the snoozing one in between the both of you.
“Why do I zone out, you ask?” He gives you a smile, a real one this time, and gently pokes at the little ones cheeks. “I think.. I’ve found a wonderful reason to live, is all.”
Isaac Newton
“That’s… mine??” “That?” “... It?” “It?” “The.. child?”
Isaac is very flustered, for lack of better terms. He can barely manage the children he and Napoleon go see intermittently, but his own child? Lord, help him.
He gets awfully flushed whenever he’s carrying his child around the mansion because even then, he isn’t spared by Arthur and Dazai’s teasing remarks — in fact, it only seems to have gotten worse.
Isaac is surprisingly good at getting your rascal child to sleep with his bedtime stories, which are usually all his unsaid rambles.
“And did daddy get that bruise on his forehead because he slipped while chasing Uncle Dazai and Uncle Arthur?”
Your child nods, bright eyes sparkling and toothy grin showing. “Daddy also said, ‘Get back here, you devilish imbeciles!’”
Your accusatory gaze turns towards Isaac, who averts his eyes, holding an ice pack to his bruising forehead.
“I-In my defense, they were—”
“One more time, Isaac, and I’m changing this baby’s legal godfathers to the two imbeciles you love so much.”
Gaping, his eyes widen to the size of saucers, “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
He is now a grumbling mess when the two are around his child, but the lack of chasing them around with a stick in hand can be counted as an upgrade.
Jean d’Arc
When you walk through that door once more, nervously telling your lover that this child is his, you’re afraid of his reaction — after all, Jean is, despite his vampiric aging, barely an adult himself.
His jaw drops and he can’t stop staring at you nor the child with his inky locks, and you have to help him sit and calm down.
“Papa?” Your child asks, staring up at the still slightly panicked Jean as you hold your breath.
He stares for a moment, mouth wide, before finally, finally smiling, albeit a little awkward and rough around the edges. “Yes, little one?”
He’s extremely unaccustomed to this whole parent thing and can barely do anything without asking you first, so he feels bad quite often for having to lean on you so much.
Although he barely knows how to handle a sobbing child, nor can he entertain the child very well, you find that the both of them are quite content in each other’s presence as is.
Jean, well, looks ethereal as the sun shines through the windows in his room, a gentle smile gracing his face as he stares at his sleeping child.
He utters your name, causing you to look up, only to find him tracing circles around your child’s soft skin.
“Is this.. how it’s like to be happy?”
William Shakespeare
When Shakespeare wakes up to the news that you are, in fact, back at the mansion with a little surprise, he’s already there in no time.
He didn’t expect the little surprise to be a little child that’s practically an identical copy of him. But he’s always been more of a shoot first, ask questions later type of guy, so he immediately whisks you off to his manor, much to the exasperation of the residents who were surprisingly enjoying their time with the little Shakespeare lookalike.
Except he doesn’t really need to ask questions, because he’s already figured everything out through your soft, slightly nervous gaze, and your lovely little mannerisms.
“Alas, it seems the Heavens were kind enough to grant my wish,” he says as he stares at your child, only smiling to meet your confused gaze. “For I only wished you weren’t too lonely without my presence.”
William is always with his child, whatever the circumstances. Though he quite enjoys showing off his child, he’s also keen on spending his every waking second with the little tyke because he knows how it feels like to grow up lonely, and he wouldn't bestow that upon his own little one.
“Darling, it appears I has’t gotten myself into a slight predicament.”
If you could, you would have snapped a picture of your smiling lover practically itching to get up, yet unable to do so due to the sleeping child in his lap.
“And how did you get yourself into this predicament, my love?” You tease, your own smile on your face. He has a habit of reading his writings aloud, and it seems the little one fell asleep to William’s gentle voice.
“My works seem to be but a mere bedtime story to this little one,” he motions to the child, his smile softening. “I wonder why it does not dishearten me.”
Comte de Saint-Germain
“I was hoping you’d be back, ma chérie.” His perfunctory smile betrays the inner flurry of emotions inside him as he glances towards the child. “With a lovely little thing in hand.”
“Your lovely little thing,” you say gently, and the surprise outlining his normally composed face is something you’d forever save in your mind.
Comte is wrapped around the little one’s finger, his rotten spoiling being the effect of not being in your child’s life for a good while, and, of course, his indispensable regret for having you come back to him.
Many times have you asked Sebastian the whereabouts of your lover and your child, only for him to give you the look, responding that they were out yet again, and are probably not coming back without a few shopping bags in hand.
Then, to finally put a stop to it all, you decided to conduct a harmless experiment.
Placing a few coins on one side of his desk, a toy in the middle, and a beloved fruit on the side. After explaining to him that it’s to see what your child’s fate would be — picking between fortune, fun, and, well, snacks, you think — he simply leans back, interest shining in those eyes of his.
Unsurprisingly for you, your child pushes all these away in a second, opting to hug the wide-eyed man on the soft armchair behind the desk.
“And what.. does this mean, ma chérie?” He asks, honest-to-god confused as his hands slowly wrap around your child’s form.
You smile softly, “Isn’t it obvious, silly? The little rascal loves you more than anything.”
His eyes are suspiciously glossy before he laughs it off, preparing for yet another shopping spree — you regret everything.
Sebastian
He only gives you a knowing smile when you pass through the door with a young child gripping your hand.
“So.. this is the little one, is it?” He asks, tone soft as he walks towards you, wrapping a sturdy arm around your waist and meeting eyes with his child. “I’m a strict father, mind you.”
“Sebastian!” “I was joking. Slightly.”
Despite being a father, Sebastian is as strict and precise as ever around the mansion, rarely having to leave either his work or his family unattended due to his impeccable time management skills.
And if he struggles with both, well, he just has to merge them into one task, doesn’t he? Many are the times wherein the residents catch Sebastian working, his little runt on his tail or on his hip.
“They’re at it again, you know,” Mozart says in passing, only causing you to groan.
“Sebastian! How many times have I told you not in the kitchen?” You exclaim, walking into the kitchen to find your lover and your child tackling yet another chore together.
It seemed to be baking this time, if the flour on both of their faces says anything.
“Mama!” Your child exclaims with powdered hands as Sebastian says blankly, “We’re doing chores.”
You merely roll your eyes, sighing as you walk out the room. Your apology comes later when a sloppy cupcake makes its way into your view.
Your eyes move up to your proud looking child, hair obviously patted down in an attempt to look presentable while your lover sports a tiny grin on his own face.
“We made this for you, mom! Papa said he wanted to make you reaaaally happy.”
Sebastian’s head instantly snaps down, eyes narrowing, “Hey.”
You can only laugh at your two babies, taking a bite of the surprisingly good and sweeter than an average cupcake.
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