MARY BROMFIELD in THE NEW CHAMPION OF SHAZAM! (2022) #2
There's so much I don't know. The whole point of leaving was to figure myself out. But I'm back, and things are different, and I don't know what to do, and… and…
wait does anyone have that one photo of that one official rottmnt art of draxum and splinter yaoi in the official rottmnt sketchroom or whatever bc it’s been stuck in my head for the past few days
rarity mlp is a beautiful transgender woman and also is green. Dont believe the show or anybody except for me she is green and they dont want you to know it. She's green
I hate when you're looking for something and folks are like "oh I'm sure it's somewhere." well aye that's sort of the base assumption for most things but cheers. big help
vampires gotta drink blood to survive but prion disease is still a risk. their bodies and minds may be immortal, but not immutable. you encounter a vampire estimated to be fourteen hundred years old, and there's just...so little left of them.
they live in abandoned sheds, dusty attics, dilapidated sewer tunnels, anywhere that won't expose them directly to the sunlight. peering out from the shadows you can see the gaunt face filled with needle-like fangs, and those hollow, twitching eyes searching your features, trying to determine if you are Prey or Not Prey. the only thing they can still recognize. technically they're still alive, yes, but the person they once were died a slow, painful death trapped in that skull.
it takes your balance first, makes your gait unsteady and erratic. then comes the emotional instability, the sudden fits of laughter as common as the bursts of anger. then come the tremors, a constant uneven rumbling that you can feel even now as the ancient vampire rattles the floorboards in the other room. you've seen an old one hunt before. there's no grace to it, no deadly efficiency, it's a frantic, messy affair, all flailing, crawling limbs and gnashing teeth.
when you were turned, you were excited to live forever young and beautiful and sexy and mysterious but in this moment, staring at the withered hand slithering out from the darkness behind the cracked doorway, you remember why they call it a curse