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Living with chronic pain be like

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Physical pain also be like this.

#I Am. SO. tIrEd. of BEING iN PhYSiCaL AGONY. FoR nO APPARENT REASON. EvErY GD dAY. #It's not even a question of IF I am in pain. Only how much. #I am lucky to have an ACTUALLY GOOD DOCTOR who is TRYING. #But. #She admitted herself that most of the specialists she could send me to. #Would probably just give me some exercises and recommend diets/weight loss/etc. #Even though that only treats the SYMPTOM and not the UNDERLYING CAUSE. #Because I am 24 gd years old and have been active for YEARS due to work and college. #So having a weekend off to recover. Returning to work. And within AN HOUR or two being in pain already. Is. STUPID. #I think it might be blood related? #Circulatory issues would make SENSE and Dad has neuropathy from his diabetes so there could be a genetic connection there. #Idk #I have the special plantar fasciitis shoes!! I have insoles!! I have compression socks!! #I do not use the compression socks!! 50% of the time they do not work!! The other 50% they protect my foot and/or heel but... #They make the bottom of my feet BURN and turn red and glossy and awful... and make my legs a c h e something f i e r c e. #I take breaks!! I sit down!! Once every TWO HOURS when my BREAKS ARE! #I literally am not allowed to sit!! #And when I sit sometimes it cuts off the flow in my legs and they go NUMB. So. There's THAT. #Me: Idk I tend to forget to even mention it because it just seems... normal now?? I think I'm just getting used to it at this point. #My doctor: Well that's not good. If you get used to pain it may prevent you from reporting issues that need treatment later in life. #Me knowing I've been used to pain for over a decade now: ...Right. I. Definitely know the difference. between Normal Pain. and The Bad Pain. #*NERVOUS LAUGHTER* #'What do you mean there is no Normal Pain?! I'm supposed to NOT HURT at ALL?! People can DO that?!?!' #I AM EXTREMELY BITTER RN

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#I was inspired by WWYSaM but this could apply to all of us tbh #Tfw a fanfic is so good its CHRISTMAS SPECIAL forces you to learn a new skill #Or at least try a thing for the first time using some online program #Anyway #Why Won't You Smile at Me? is pure GOLD and deserves all of the love forever #Deltarune #Jevil #Mao Mao #Writer Things #I have been all 3 of them #Me as a character I am writing that I control: OH!!! I GET IT NOW!! #Also me: W-what no I... I just- I- oH NO YOU'RE RIGHT- #Also me: WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT AH GODDAMMIT-

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There is disagreement in the DR fandom over which Joker swears, Seam or Jevil... and as I see it the answer is astoundingly clear: they both do, but only when it will have the maximum comedic effect. They’re professionals after all. They have to make it count because they’re very aware of the fact that they can only swear in front of somebody for the first time once.

Random guard: Aw cr-...uuuud. Er. Sorry Seam, I didn’t realize Jevil was with you. I’ll be more careful...

Jevil, cheerfully and with all the childish innocence he can muster, looking the guard dead in the eye: F U C K !

Guard: >:O !!!!

Seam: Language!

Rouxls: Get thine chaotique goblin outeth of mine shop at onceth!! He is scaring awaye mine customers with his wilde and crudeth behavior-

Seam: Of course. Let’s finish our transaction first, and I will- *Accidentally drops a coin*

Seam: *Calmly* Oh shit.

Jevil: *Exaggerated offended gasp* OH!!! SEAM, SEAM!! HOW COULD YOU!! IT’S RUDE TO SWEAR!!!

#Rouxls: *Nine yard stare of betrayal* #HE TRUSTED YOU SEAM- #Deltarune #Seam #Jevil #deltarune headcanon #They're both adults and don't actually care but it's a running in-joke to overreact #Jevil: *Destroys shit and generally wreaks havoc around the house* #Seam: Hm. Interesting. #Jevil: *Swipes the book Seam was reading from his hands* #Seam: Aw fuck. I can't believe you've done this. #Jevil: I'M GONNA SAY A BAD WORD!! HERE I GO: FFFFFFfffrick... #Seam: Diabolical. You've gone mad with power my friend. #*Two minutes later* #Jevil: WE'RE OUT OF GRAPES. GRAPES. I'M GONNA GO FUCKING APESHIT- #Seam: A perfectly reasonable conclusion. #Seam: ...WaiT NO NOT MY TEAPOT-

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Nightmares are weird because what even constitutes a nightmare, you can never know. Is it fear? The fear of your dream self, or your waking self? Is it the presence of horror-genre content? A waking feeling you can’t shake off? Whatever it is, we all seem to just know the difference. Yet no one can ever agree on how or why. And for good reason!! I mean...

How on Earth am I supposed to explain that this morning’s universe-eating yandere demon stalker, who effectively resurrected me by implanting my memories into identical au versions of myself every time I died a graphically horrific, utterly grotesque death... how tf am I supposed to explain that this gorefest was NOT a nightmare... but a lion (not attacking, just. Standing there. In the way.) preventing me from getting my homework in on time WAS.

#I WAS DEVOURED #REPEATEDLY #Apparently it took a while for the demon to realize that it didn't WANT me to be dead?? #Because it took up to 10K years to find a replacement me #And it continued to do this despite it being a pain in the ass #But by the time it figured this out I was already actively trying to off myself just to piss it off #Yeah sure I can never truly escape you but I found... a GUN. *Shoots self in the head while demon gloats over it's immortality* #Demon: >:O !!! #Demon: *Injects my memories into a new host* YOU'RE LUCKY YOU'RE SUCH A PAIN TO FIND OR I'D KILL YOU FOR THAT. #Me: Wait actually I need to tell you smthn. *Proceeds to psychoanalyze the fuck out of the demon* #Demon: .......Okay rude. Harsh but fair. What is the price for what I seek. #Me: I wanna be a Demon Queen #Demon: Wut. #Me: I WATCHED YOU EAT MY LIVER THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS MARRY ME- #Me: FUCK IT I'M GONNA BITE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU WITH MY DULL HUMAN TEETH- #Demon: Oh sweet Lucifer what the fucK- #In my Dream Self's own words: 'Here's the Great Demon who devours universes as if they were mere snowflakes melting on his tongue...' #Demon: *Tries to preserve my body by sinking it's own darkness into my bleeding brain* #Me: *Musters the last of my consciousness and willpower to summon a spear of light to stab him in the back* #Demon: *Doesn't quite die because he's LUDICROUSLY immortal but does release me for a single moment out of shock* #*I die because baSICALLY ALL OF MY ORGANS ARE GONE* #Demon: >:O !!!!!!! #In other words I trolled a devil with exponentially increasing power levels for literal eons and still rolled a nat. 20 to Seduce #Fucking funniest shit EVER I loved this dream 11/10 would dream again!!! #I even got the SCP Foundation's help they bLEW UP A UNIVERSE and it DIDN'T WORK #They had the BOB's moon base and literal angels on their side #The angels were only effective for a short while then he just consumed all like the Grey fuckin' Goo #Demon: I can alter your mind to experience whatever fresh Hell I want to torment you for all the trouble you've caused m- #Me: Naw you won't because you got hella fangs and I don't fear death you're mine now. #Demon: .....................I don't think this is a human anymore.

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My favorite thing about the SCP Foundation is that they’re scientists, so they can’t help but take their job seriously. But they’re also, like...

Scientists.

And therefore incapable of taking anything seriously ever.

The Foundation: We have managed to contain an immortal and nigh-unstoppable being that may be the most dangerous entity in our universe through a series of complex safety procedures and massive causalities. We are locked in a battle of wits with the gods trying to neutralize this threat but rest assured because our specialists are some of the FINEST minds this world has to offer!!

Also the Foundation: Idk man just fuckin’ chuck a stick at it I guess. Makes as much sense as anything else at this point.

SCP-682: FUCK-

[[CONTAINMENT BREACH]]

#'Okay that didn't work. Any ideas?' #'We could drop it out of an airplane.' #'It's FUCKING IMMORTAL JEREMY-' #SCP Foundation #'Idk just push Dr. Clef in. Just push 'im in. Lock the door.' #'And what is that supposed to accomplish?' #'Idk. Fuck that guy.' #'...An excellent point. Proceed.' #Dr. Clef: Yo wtf. #Dr. Clef: *Just fucking blows up the door and skates backwards out of the room shooting finger guns at the immortal rage reptile* #SCP-682: ...I'm going back to sleep. #I mean that's basically how it went down right #You cannot tell me a desperate researcher has not just resorted to throwing random shit at it out of frustration #Someone bet Jerry 20$ to poke it with a stick while it was unconscious and it immediately ate him #The Foundation: *Pushes various SCPs in 682's direction with a stick* #Foundation Researcher: We found this item surrounded by corpses and sitting in a bowl of what appears to be blood. #Foundation Researcher: We don't know what it does yet. #Foundation Researcher: ...I'm gonna lick it. For science. #Listen I know Dr. Clef is like the anti-anomaly but it's so much funnier to imagine them staring at one another and he just. #Blows the fucking door down. #'A'ight I'mma head out...' #To be fair do they KNOW 682 isn't defeatable only by a stick thrown at 2PM on a Tuesday? #Can they prove it? Not without an experiment they can't!

[flyingwerekitty]

I see your “Cousin Intruder” theories and raise you... Aunt Serial Killer.

Debbie learns the hard way that killing the Addams’ Family is damn near impossible. With a few failed electric shocks and some talking down it finally dawns on her how much she and the family have in common and she agrees to move in. Sure she has wildly different tastes than they do, but who are they to judge? They build a room just for her: white and frilly and lavishly decorated but painfully, painfully normal. The family cringes every time they’re forced to see it... but they love her, so they’ll endure. It’s shocking how little her attempted homicide bothers them... even Fester is amicable about the divorce! He moves on. Things are peaceful.

For a time.

She has money, no husband to scheme against, and she doesn’t even have to work! It’s everything she always wanted! But she gets restless. For the first time in her life, Debbie almost feels bad for taking someone else’s money. But the only way she knows of making fast money is... Hm.

The first one she brings home is a rumored rapist. “So soon?” asks Morticia with a knowing smile. Debbie doesn’t answer. Sure enough, they’re married on the first of June. He’s dead before the 4th of July.

Next is a pedophile. He was taken to court, but escaped unscathed thanks to the best lawyers money can buy! Such a shame that he would drown in his own bathtub. Seems such a mundane way to go. (And his ghost didn’t stick around to haunt them... how rude.)

And so it goes. A corrupt politician. A scummy playboy. A bigot. They’re not all men. Sometimes she can’t convince them to marry her. That’s fine. As it turns out, forging a will is a lot easier than Debbie ever dreamed!

The string of murders is investigated, but you just can’t catch an Addams! The family stands by their own. How could she have caused her (crimelord) husband’s suicide, officer? He was on ‘business’ in Hawaii while she was with them celebrating Christmas! And if the officers don’t mention the voodoo doll sitting in plain view by her vanity, well... you can’t blame them for that. It’s got too many pins in it to recognize the man.

Everyone receives extravagant gifts from Aunt Debbie that year.

And maybe, as time passes, her tastes begin to... shift. She’s still not the same as them, but she receives so many gifts from her new family! Every marriage is treated as if it will be the last no matter how many times they celebrate it. Poor Debbie could never disappoint them by disposing of a gift... so she incorporates them among her own items. Her room is still pink and white and draped with satins and silks. But maybe now there’s a few skulls here and there, some black bows, an antique rug. A ouija board left out on the desk. A lovely collection of antique, ritualistic knives in a display case.

And maybe she still dresses like a homewrecker when she’s on the prowl, but there’s always something... a little off. Not enough to be suspicious. A spider brooch? Why, that was a wedding gift from her sister. Isn’t it lovely? A necklace of carved bone beads? From her late husband, bless his soul! Something to remember him by. (And if the bones are human, how would they know?) Dagger earrings? “Oh, these? My niece gave them to me. You know how teenagers are!”

Anyone who questions her need only meet her family to be convinced that she is the least likely person in that household to commit such crimes.

Until one day she brings home someone different. Someone without money or fame. “My dearest, most demented Deborah!” says the family. “This one must have committed some truly horrid crime for you to break from your tradition!”

“Oh, yes. They have stolen my heart.”

“Despicable! Insidious! Are you going to kill them?”

“Oh,” says Debbie. “I think I will.

But not for a very long time.”

#And if they call her Desdemona sometimes it makes as much sense as anything else they do #Nicknames; why not? #Basically Debbie is Addams-ified and becomes their wealthy murderous Aunt #The Addams Family #Cousin Intruder #I'll admit it's been a while since I watched that movie #Addams Family Values

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A wild turkey chick managed to get into the enclosed garden space my roommates and I never used and which we have nicknamed Chair Jail because all it contains is weeds and a chair and some empty pots. Apparently the wiring lifted up just enough for them to get underneath, but they were too stupid to get back out. I didn’t take my Ipad when I began Mission Save the Smol Idiot Bird so I don’t have a pic of the Mama and her two chicks, but the mission was successful and the 3 of them wandered away. I had to prop one corner of the cage up so they could get out and then corral them... several times, because the first time they stepped out of the cage they FLEW BACK INSIDE IT. (IN MY DIRECTION INSTEAD OF AWAY.)

Anyway.

Here it is.

The newly christened Dumb Idiot Baby Jail: Chair Edition.

#Mama Turkey gave 0 fucks about me being that close thankfully #I think they were adolescent since they could fly a bit #They're not in the picture they left unceremoniously after my grand rescue #Godspeed you smol idiot

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This design is so good it literally appeared in my dreams last night wtf.

♡

#For some reason Bendy was outside and free and had an army of cultists led by Sammy #He wasn't really attacking anyone or anything we were just kind of roaming the countryside like a huge pack #Idk if he was going to start some evil plot or if he was just looking for a good place to set up camp permanently but I joined him #And he liked me because I was the only one who didn't treat him like a god #And it was hilarious because he was very proud of me so basically it was like: #'Here's my army of Satanic cultists. Here are my supernatural demonic powers... And here's my tiny girlfriend!' #Me: Hi! :) #(You have to understand that I am small and squishy and soft like a human cream puff. So it was comedic gold.) #Besides that it was actually pretty mundane? #At some point we switched to teens in school for no gd reason #And I was late to class and worried he'd be offended I wasn't there to talk before class #But I told myself he wouldn't care he'd just be glad to see me. And he was. #The class was watching a vid and I snuck into my seat next to him and all he did was grin and tell me class is boring today #To which I replied by stating that the way the place was built on its hill it was all going to wash away in a mudslide anyway #He put an arm around me but the desks had those bars on one side so it was awkward but we made it work #Idk it was very soft and domestic and nice??? #He called me his doll

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I DO like soft, healing aftermath Horrortale, but I ALSO like Disturbed!Yandere!Horrortale and I’m disappointed by the lack of “out-yandere-the-yandere” stories this fandom has created. It’s not even Horrortale specifically, I just want more OCs/Readers who thwart “bad” skellies dastardly plots simply by being 100% on board with everything. Like that one comic.

Just... Axe meeting someone at the grocery store because for some reason in these fics it’s literally always the grocery store, apparently that’s the only time he leaves the house I guess and he stalks the human home.

They start feeling like they’re being watched, catching glimpses of him around their house. Instead of panicking or calling the police they start leaving out cookies for him. At some point they come home and he’s just chilling on their couch watching TV. They never told him where they live. They just ask what he’s watching and join him. He goes to kidnap them and they’re just “yeah okay. I’m fine with this.” He’s shook. “You know I ate people?” “Ehhh. It’s whatever.” “You can never leave me.” “Wasn’t planning on it.” “You can’t leave the house without my supervision ever again. And you’re quitting your job.” “Ooh, I’ve always wanted to work from home! And I don’t have to be around people?! You’re the BEST!! :D” “??!?!???!?”

Yan!SwapFell!Sans meets his on the bus one day and has them snatched off the street. They’ve literally never spoken, they just open their eyes to find themselves bound to a chair with this smirking skeleton gloating about how they’re his property and no one will hear their screams and go ahead human, plead for mercy from your new master!! And they’re just “well hey there~”

Sans: ...

Sans: w

Yan!Fell!Papyrus sets a plan into motion to ruin their life socially and financially so they’ll be forced to rely on him and be trapped and instead they just go “hey I know what you’re doing and it’s totally unnecessary. It’s okay you don’t have to admit it but I live with you now okay? I’ve already moved my things into your bedroom while you weren’t looking.” “I... Now wait just one minute... T-that’s not... ?!?!??”

They come home early to find Yanberry torturing a man to death that they recognize as a catcaller who harassed them earlier. They gasp. “You weren’t supposed to see this... I didn’t want to do this dear but you’ve forced my ha- huh?” “Oh how sweet!! You shouldn’t have! But how will we get all this blood cleaned up? You got some on the carpets!! You should’ve been more careful!” “B-but that’s... oh stars you’re right my carpet...”

*Human lying flat on their back in the Anti-Void* “We should get a dog.”

Fresh: WH AT

“Wow this is roomy in here.”

Fresh: ?? ??

“Hey lemme wear your glasses-“

Fresh: DO NOT

#Undertale aus #Yandere #I found a thing called Stalker X Stalker looking for that one comic #And it's basically this if the OC/Reader was ALSO a yandere #IT'S GREAT #Junko: Breaks into her crushes room and finds it covered in hundreds of pictures of her #*Swoons over her own shrine* #Listen I know this is a highly specific interest and this post is catered to me specifically #And I'll probably be the one who writes this #But I really like.... soft yandere??? #Idk what to call it #I like soft things and I like scary things I am conflicted #This is because I am smol but full of spite

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It pains me to say this, but... Jevil is just Cicero for monsterfuckers.

Evidence:

Pester Jester

Jingle-Jangle Hat Boi

Old probably

Can kill you in 147 different ways

Powerful. TOO powerful.

An awful Little Man

My Lightner = My Listener (in the fics)

Happy!! Murder!! Boy!!

Speech quirk

Feigns weakness to trick you (he’s a sneaky snek)

Talented in pre-insanity occupation

Still talented in field just real fuckin’ unhinged now

High-pitched voice

You love him or you want him dead

What’s that he has there? A KNIFE. (NO!!)

Belongs in the Void tbh

Talks a LOT

Can’t stop won’t stop

don’t @ me but

#The evidence cannot be ignored #Delta Rune #If you like him it's because he's the Jester and the Devil in a fun-sized package #Don't shoot the messengsydftu

[flyingwerekitty]

I (literally) dreamt up an au!Sans this morning and idk if anything like this exists already but if it does I’ll lose my damn mind.

Visually, he looked something like Horrortale Sans but with three roses growing from the crack in his skull. One was red, one was green, and one was purple. There was a “cover art” poster for his story featured, that showed him half-lit from the side and silhouetted and the roses lit up in neon, and I recall those being the colors on the poster, which is why I assume the roses were the same on his person. They were duller in person though, especially the green one. They seemed significant somehow. My brain nicknamed him “Rose/Rosetale!Sans” but I just looked that up and that’s already a thing, so idk what to call him. He was having a panic attack, and I was trying to calm him down. He implied that his Papyrus was gone and was begging not to be left alone again. Whether Papyrus had been killed in that timeline, killed in a previous reset he remembered, or if he had had a nightmare/episode and was mis-remembering wasn’t clear but he believed it to be true. He seemed more lost than violent, and would vacillate between snagging me by the sleeve and saying some slightly disturbing things about me not leaving, and releasing me and begging me not to go. I got the impression that he was actively recoiling from me whenever he thought something dark or possessive because he was terrified to act on those impulses. Important note: I was trying to go the grocery store. I was not leaving forever. But I didn’t doubt that in his state if I was out of his eyesight for even a moment he would forget that I was coming back/that I existed at all and would dust himself.

#Undertale #Undertale au #Horror!Rosetale #? #WHAT'S THE SYMBOLISM THOUGH #WHY GREEN #Why is GREEN the dullest one?? #WHY SANS. WHY. #Don't leave him alone with his thoughts his THOUGHTS don't even want to be alone with his thoughts

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#Undertale #Fandroid #!!! #Fandroid: You are safe now my child #Me: I owe you my life #Spooky Blooky Wave #Napstablook

[flyingwerekitty]

Oh, this. This is beautiful.

Look I love the loner vampire trope as much as the next basic bitch but let’s face the facts: if the animal we’re basing them on/associating them with is bats, then that doesn’t make a lot of sense. Most bats live in colonies. I mean there are loner werewolves out there too but there are far more portrayals where packs are made up of giant families that interact like Weasleys with all the shenanigans and fuss and unwavering love and loyalty that that entails. That’s all well and good, but consider if you will that one of these animals lives with a dozen or two members of their species and the other lives with literally thousands.

If anything, vampires would form gigantic covens or attempt to manage their familial instincts by “adopting” people off of the streets to smother with gifts and affection.

Vampire: *Sees a 30 year old man trying his best*

Vampire: !!! A baby!! Martha, come quick! Someone has abandoned this infant child to the wilderness of NYC! We simply must take him under our wings!!

Even the more careful or standoffish ones probably stalk the night (and random citizens) so often and for so many years that they are intimately familiar with the lives of absurd amounts of people and just kind of watch over them like a real-time soap opera. One where they can swoop in and drop some cash in their path or manufacture “coincidences” to help their faves any time they want.

Vampire: I hate people. I’m a creature of the night. I need no one. I-

*Trips and 5000 pictures and hand-painted portraits of their favorite people from the past few centuries spill out of their cape*

Vampire: I-I have no idea how- this isn’t what it- This means nothing…

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I don’t have to but she deserves it.

Look I love the loner vampire trope as much as the next basic bitch but let’s face the facts: if the animal we’re basing them on/associating them with is bats, then that doesn’t make a lot of sense. Most bats live in colonies. I mean there are loner werewolves out there too but there are far more portrayals where packs are made up of giant families that interact like Weasleys with all the shenanigans and fuss and unwavering love and loyalty that that entails. That’s all well and good, but consider if you will that one of these animals lives with a dozen or two members of their species and the other lives with literally thousands.

If anything, vampires would form gigantic covens or attempt to manage their familial instincts by “adopting” people off of the streets to smother with gifts and affection.

Vampire: *Sees a 30 year old man trying his best*

Vampire: !!! A baby!! Martha, come quick! Someone has abandoned this infant child to the wilderness of NYC! We simply must take him under our wings!!

Even the more careful or standoffish ones probably stalk the night (and random citizens) so often and for so many years that they are intimately familiar with the lives of absurd amounts of people and just kind of watch over them like a real-time soap opera. One where they can swoop in and drop some cash in their path or manufacture “coincidences” to help their faves any time they want.

Vampire: I hate people. I’m a creature of the night. I need no one. I-

*Trips and 5000 pictures and hand-painted portraits of their favorite people from the past few centuries spill out of their cape*

Vampire: I-I have no idea how- this isn’t what it- This means nothing…

#I read Interview with a Vampire I served my sentence #She gave tiny baby middle school me FEELINGS and that is a crime that can never be forgiven

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Me, having fashioned a primitive dress and cape out of blankets: I am the Countess of Cozy. I shall not be laid low by the patriarchy, I shall NOT be told to cover mine feminine body lest I be subject to the male gaze (of which my house contains none). I am too lazy to make food. I am going to microwave some ramen. BEHOLD. My cape dost transform before thine eyes into oven mitts! Now the bowl may be safely transported to my domicile. I see that you are in awe of my lazy genius. As well you should be. I must away. I grow weary of this place (the kitchen). My noodles await me.

#I'm a lazy piece of shit #Who owns one (1) clip and two (2) body-sized blankets

[flyingwerekitty]

Look I love the loner vampire trope as much as the next basic bitch but let’s face the facts: if the animal we’re basing them on/associating them with is bats, then that doesn’t make a lot of sense. Most bats live in colonies. I mean there are loner werewolves out there too but there are far more portrayals where packs are made up of giant families that interact like Weasleys with all the shenanigans and fuss and unwavering love and loyalty that that entails. That’s all well and good, but consider if you will that one of these animals lives with a dozen or two members of their species and the other lives with literally thousands.

If anything, vampires would form gigantic covens or attempt to manage their familial instincts by “adopting” people off of the streets to smother with gifts and affection.

Vampire: *Sees a 30 year old man trying his best*

Vampire: !!! A baby!! Martha, come quick! Someone has abandoned this infant child to the wilderness of NYC! We simply must take him under our wings!!

Even the more careful or standoffish ones probably stalk the night (and random citizens) so often and for so many years that they are intimately familiar with the lives of absurd amounts of people and just kind of watch over them like a real-time soap opera. One where they can swoop in and drop some cash in their path or manufacture “coincidences” to help their faves any time they want.

Vampire: I hate people. I’m a creature of the night. I need no one. I-

*Trips and 5000 pictures and hand-painted portraits of their favorite people from the past few centuries spill out of their cape*

Vampire: I-I have no idea how- this isn’t what it- This means nothing...

#Vampires #Werewolves #monsters