#I hope you all enjoy Vlad content

[dreamingnights]

Subtle games (part 1)

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

Author's note: this fic is based on the idea about Larissa and an innocent clumsy adorable Reader. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes! Enjoy, I hope you like it!!!

Warnings: none.

Y/N couldn't walk. The gray monsters were chasing her through the long passageways of Nevermore and her legs weren't moving fast enough to escape from their shadows. She could even feel the warm breath of the creatures at the nape of her neck just before she fell into an absolute void.

Her own screams woke her up but Y/N quickly realized that she was perfectly safe in her room's comfortable big bed. She had had another nightmare. When she calmed down she turned her head and tried to decipher with half-closed eyes the time her clock showed. Half past seven, she thought. Half past seven! She was going to be late for the staff meeting again. Y/N quickly sat up, cleaned herself up and put on her academy uniform at lightning speed. She left her room slamming the door and went down the stairs -two at a time- until she reached the small kitchen next to the meeting room, where she quickly made herself a strong coffee. At the precise moment when she was about to enter the adjoining room, where the weekly session was held, someone closed the door in front of her and the content of the coffee cup fell down due to the loud bang. When she saw the huge brown stain on her new shirt Y/N cursed outloud. However, she thought it was better to show up like that than to change clothes again, arrive embarrassingly late and make a fool of herself in front of her imposing boss. So, Y/N gathered all her courage and opened the heavy door to the office.

Nine serious faces stared at her from their seats. They were all the teachers of Nevermore, the school for outcasts. Y/N was the newest addition and she taught art and literature classes. She, like all of her students and mates, also had special powers. In her case, she was able to fleetingly give life to her own creations, something that could turn out to be her best dream and also her worst nightmare when her characters returned to their original inert state on the blank page of a book.

Nevermore's headmistress was Larissa Weems, a tall woman with platinum hair who wore a very elegant green suit. As usual she was the one who was in charge of the meeting.

- You're late again, Miss Y/L/N. -Larissa sighed. Later she looked at her stained uniform and drew an incredulous smile. -You have a curious sense of aesthetics. Anyway, take a seat.

- I'm sorry, Miss Weems. It will not happen again. -A blushed and hyperventilated Y/N sat next to Mr. Vlad, the fencing coach.

During the course of the meeting Y/N gradually regained her composure and then explained the challenges posed by the new semester at the academy. Y/N could even see an almost imperceptible smile forming on Larissa's lips as she listened to her attentively. Or maybe she was imagining it again, Y/N thought to herself. She had to get the diligent headmistress out of her mind once and for all because if she didn't her vivid imagination would play tricks on her again. Despite being aware that her crush on Larissa was almost certainly platonic and unrequited, she couldn't help but be enthralled when looking at her. Her incredible height, her silhouette, her cold eyes and her red smile haunted her every day like the monsters in her nightmares. And she couldn't escape from her either.

-Miss Y/L/N. What do you think? I'm very interested to know your opinion on this matter. -Larissa's soft voice brought Y/N out of her fantasies.

Wow, it's time to improvise again, Y/N reflected. She knew that they were still talking about the same topic and used her ingenuity to try to get out of the situation.

- You have a golden beak, Y/N. -Larissa praised her, showing off her perfect pearly teeth. -Your wisdom and inventiveness never cease to amaze me.

Hearing the compliment that came from Larissa's lips, Y/N couldn't help but blush and emit a sincere and wide smile at the same time. This reaction did not go unnoticed by the headmistress, who found it tremendously moving. Larissa suddenly looked at her companions and radically changed the subject. She couldn't be so unprofessional and show that deep down the young teacher Y/N Y/L/N was her little weakness.

After an hour of proposals and debates Larissa ended the meeting. Y/N was about to leave the room when she noticed the shadow of the tall woman closing over her.

- Y/N, could I speak to you in private? -Larissa asked politely as she tilted her head.

The young woman got lost in the woman's blue gaze and once again she had to rid those longing fantasies away from her mind. After all, it was a passing infatuation resulting from her dreamy nature.

When the two women were left alone in the large office, Larissa gently placed one of her long hands on Y/N's shoulder, who seemed to perceive a tender admiration in the headmistress' eyes. Suddenly, Y/N noticed a certain electric tension in the air and thought it was strange that her bodies were so close in such an empty room.

- I always appreciate your original point of view, Y/N. Thank you for helping me make this school a better place for the entire Nevermore family. -Larissa spoke those words lovingly as her hand rested on Y/N's shoulder. - And in case you didn't know, you are wearing your jacket backwards.

Y/N got a goofy smile etched on her face. How was it possible that she had not noticed this detail? She was sure Larissa thought she was a total mess.

Although for Y/N the day had only just begun.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal weems #gwendoline christie #wednesday

[ghozteevee]

Happy Holiday Truce! @ectopal So sorry for the wait, life got away from me for a bit but I hope you enjoy the fic!

Be careful what you wish for...

It had been months since the Nasty Burger incident and Vlad has announced that Danny is now his ward. Some people take it better than others...

Content warning: This fic contains somewhat graphic depictions of violence and self hatred. Discretion is advised.

Word count: 2,946

Danny tugged at the collar of his dress shirt with a scowl, chattering of business men and women, socialites, wealthy people, and important members of Amity Park’s community filling the air around him. He hated coming to these events with Vlad, even before the accident, when his father would bring him along as a kid, he would find them stuffy and boring. Now it just served as another reminder of what he'd lost. Because at least before he could talk with Sam and make fun of the other guests with her, now…. It also didn't help that everyone kept giving him pitying glances or the bolder ones would come up and give their condolences even with the glare he would direct at them. It was pointless and it was infuriating. ‘Why did Vlad have to drag me here anyways…’ he mused as he readjusted his tie.

Danny remained near the back of the grand hall keeping to the shadows as best he could without his powers. He hadn't used them since the accident and would honestly prefer them gone, but Vlad had insisted on him keeping them, so refusing to use them became the next best thing. It was because of them that his family was gone after all.

In the crowd he could see Vlads figure bobbing and weaving through the crowd as he talked with various people for something or other. Danny hadn't really been paying attention to his explanation on what the event was about, just something about getting investors for some project. Every once in a while Vlad would turn in his direction as if checking to see if Danny was still there. He didn't know why he bothered, it wasn't like he had a license to take the car.

Soon it was time for the dinner portion of the event. As everyone started filing into the dining room and taking their assigned seats, Danny noticed some of the A-listers among the crowd of people. ‘Oh crap, this is bad, this is really bad….’ Glancing towards Vlad he hoped to find some excuse to leave right this second but found that the billionaire was already seated. Sighing deeply Danny surveyed the room. From what he could see only Paulina, Star, and Kwan were at the gala. ‘It could be worse,’ he thought, ‘Dash could have been here-’ as the last of the guests piled in, Danny spotted Dash with his father, the chief of police for Amity Park. “Fuck…” He muttered under his breath as he sank into his seat next to Vlad.

For now it seemed like none of his classmates had noticed him so he hoped to keep it that way. Since the incident his social life at school hadn't really changed much. If anything it had gotten worse in a way. Without Sam or Tucker or heck even Jazz to act as a distraction, the bullying from Dash got worse after about two weeks. The other students avoided him like the plague and some of the nerds started to verbally harass him, since they, rightfully, blame him for Mr. Lancers death. Honestly the fact that he was Vlad’s ward hasn't reached the rumor mill was a miracle. One that was probably about to run out. But hey, when did Danny ever have goodluck?

Once everyone had been seated, servers started to bring out plates of food for everyone. The dishes themselves didn't really look appetizing, even though they looked like they came straight from an episode of MasterChef. Picking at his food Danny glanced around the table, it seemed like for now none of the A-listers had noticed him, all of them too busy talking to each other. Breathing a sigh of relief he went back to his food.

~~~~

Once all of the courses had been served Vlad took his glass and stood tapping it to get everyone's attention. “Friends, I'd like to take the opportunity to formally announce something. As you all know it has been months since we had lost valuable members of our community, they had been our friends, role models, and children, and their loss has left a hole that hasn't yet begun to fill.” Danny kept his gaze low and shrunk into himself trying to not draw any attention to himself. He didn't like where Vlad was going with this. "As you may not know, some of the victims of the Nasty Burger incident were close friends of mine, Jack and Madeline Fenton, along with Jasmine, their daughter, were very dear to me and I miss them with my entire being.” Some of the guests started to murmur as some glanced over at Danny. “Which is why I was so delighted to learn that their son, and Jasmine's brother, Daniel had survived. So, all of this to say, I would like to propose a toast to Daniel, my new ward!” Vlad finished as he raised his glass, his gaze firmly on Danny.

Danny felt his blood and ectoplasm run colder than usual as everyone in the room raised their glass to toast him. Their expressions ranged from shock, polite, genuine joy, and on one face, barely contained rage. As Danny dared to look Dash in the eye he knew that he was probably screwed. Breaking eye contact with his number one bully Danny glared up at Vlad who was looking down at him, his expression seemingly showing genuine care. As the room erupted into applause Danny stood giving the crowd a strained smile before excusing himself.

~~~

Leaving the dining hall as quickly as he could Danny tried to calm his racing heart. ‘Of course this was why Vlad brought me to this stupid event. He had just wanted to rub it in my face that I was now his kid!’ Rounding a corner he crashed into something hard and fell to the floor. Hissing Danny rubbed at his forehead as the last person he wanted to be alone with spoke up. “Well if it isn't Fenturd! Just the prick I was looking for.” Dash said as he picked up Danny by the front of his dress shirt and brought him up to his face. “You've got some nerve showing up here, now I don't know how a scrawny loser like you got Mr. Masters ear but it won't change anything. You're still a loser freak who isn't worth shit. It's a shame that you survived the blast, but at least we don't have to deal with your insane parents anymore.” Dash said as he threw Danny to the ground. “Honestly that blast was a blessing in disguise! I mean it got rid of the town crazies, that stuck up teacher Mr. Lancer and two losers!” He continued with a laugh. “It's too bad you were the one that survived and not your hot sister.” Danny gritted his teeth as rage coursed him with every word Dash spoke. He was growing sick and tired of Dash's bullshit. “Anyway, you're going to tell me exactly how it is that Vlad Masters took an interest in you, and if I don't like your answer I'll just beat it out of you.” Dash finished as he leaned close to Danny's face.

Danny just glared right back at him. He was so tired, tired of the bullying, tired of the pity, tired of being alone. He had these ‘amazing’ powers that turned out useless when he really needed them. His family was dead and here was Dash spitting on their names and laughing about it! “Well might as well get to swinging cause Vlad already explained why he took me in, his little speech explained it all really.” Danny scoffed as he pushed Dash's face away.

Dash's face turned red at that. “There has got to be another reason. There's no way someone as important as Vlad Masters could have been friends with your loser parents!” He exclaimed, causing Danny's mood to sour even more.

“You don't know anything about me or my family so back off or you're going to regret it!” Danny growled.

Dash laughed at that. “Yeah right, a loser like you?”

Danny chuckled darkly at that. “Oh I'm the loser right? Just an orphan who lost everything in a fiery explosion. But hey, that's probably preferable to being the kid of the most incompetent chief of police Amity Park has ever seen. Who feels so emasculated by a teenage superhero that he goes home and beats you just to feel better.” Danny took a step forward. “Who is so forgettable that if it weren't for the fact that you're good at throwing a ball people wouldn't look at you twice. Who is so pathetic you keep chasing after Paulina even though she has made it clear that she is not interested in you.” Danny could see Dash start to shrink in on himself, his smile grew sharper showing off his fangs. “You're just a pathetic little man who is so stupid and worthless that the only chance of making something of yourself is to grovel at the feet of the people better than you. And the only way for you to fool yourself into thinking that you can be something is to take out all of your insecurities on the people you deem worthless. Just like how daddy does to you.”

Dash took another step back, his teeth gritted in barely concealed rage. “You're one to talk, Phantom probably could have saved everyone that day but he didn't. Probably he was stuck saving your pathetic ass.” He said trying to regain some control. “Hell, maybe the reason no one has seen him in months is because he's ashamed of saving you.”

Danny paused at that before he started to laugh. Broken, near historical laughter that echoed across the hall as he curled in on himself. “Maybe you're right there…” He said between laughs. He glanced up at Dash through his bangs. “But what do you know? He's just a pathetic “hero” who was too slow. Too cocky for his own good. Only good for beating up the ghosts he let loose in this town.”

Danny suddenly felt himself being grabbed and thrown across the hall. Skidding across the floor he slammed into a nearby pillar. “You take that back Fenturd! Phantom is an amazing hero, he never brought those ghosts here, it was your fucking parents who built the portal that brought them here. He has just been cleaning up after you're pathetic folks mess!” Dash growled as he went to grab Danny once more.

Danny grinned as he looked up at Dash, his fangs on full display and his eyes now an ectoplasmic green. He watched as Dash froze in shock and maybe even slight fear as Danny's transformation slid over him. “You know what,” he started as he pulled himself out of Dash's grip. “I have a lot of pent up energy I need to let out, I haven't really been doing much ghost fighting you see.” He said as he lit up a ball of ectoplasm in his hand. “Maybe I'll let off some steam by beating up one of the people I hate the most. I'm sure you're used to it already, right? Dash…” He said, watching with twisted delight as the blood drained from Dash's face. “Let's put those “skills” of yours to good use!” He exclaimed as he threw the ectoball at Dash.

~~~

Dash shouted in alarm as he dodged out of the way of the projectile, glancing back at Fento- no Phantom he gasped as the hero came flying right at him. Jumping out of the way he whipped around as he saw Phantom preparing another ectoball to throw his way. His mind was still spinning from the information that the hero he'd idolized for years was attacking him. Who seemed to hate him so much that he spat all of that venom at him. ‘This can't be true!’ He thought as he dodged another blast.

“Come on Dash! Is this the best you've got? Where's the guy who would shove me into lockers after beating the stuffing out of me huh?!” Phantom roared as he aimed a laser at Dash.

With a yelp Dash sprinted out of the way, dodging behind a pillar. “Well this isn't exactly fair! You have powers for God's sake!” He yelled back as he felt a slam against the pillar.

Suddenly Phantom’s face was right next to him. “That's never stopped you before.” He growled before grabbing him and throwing him across the hall. Yelping in pain Dash scrambled to stand up as Phantom approached slowly, his ghostly aura flickering in the dark hallway giving off an eerie vibe. “Oh I am going to enjoy this.” He said with a sharp grin as he lunged forward.

Dash panicked as he dived out of the way panting heavily as he tried to keep his distance from the hero. His mind reeling as the gravity of the situation sunk in. He had pushed too far, and now he was reaping what he sowed.

~~~~

Danny couldn't help but laugh as he continued to attack his bully. The fear wafting off of him was intoxicating as with each successful hit he became more and more fearful for his life. ‘Is this why all the ghosts crave to scare the shit out of humans? It's so delicious I want more!’ He lunged towards Dash again, the other was starting to get tired he could see it in his movements, and he was starting to get sloppy.

Grabbing him Danny started to land punch after punch on him, much like Dash would do to him since middle school. “You know,” another punch lands, “I'm starting to get,” he gets him in the stomach, “why you enjoy this so much,” another one to his face, “this is really fun!” Another one lands in his chest, leaving Dash gasping for air. Dash was starting to look bloody as the hits kept coming. Danny could only feel his rage as he continued his onslaught.

But suddenly a hand grabbed his elbow as he readied another punch. “I think that's enough Daniel.” Vlad’s voice cut through the haze as he kept hold of Danny's arm. Glancing back, he saw the billionaire staring down at him, his face scrunched up with worry.

“Oh what do you care, Vlad? Shouldn't you be happy I'm finally acting like you?” Danny spat as he wrenched his arm away from Vlad’s grip.

Vlad shook his head. “No, I am not pleased. This is not like you Daniel, you are supposed to be a hero, and hero's don't go around beating up people who can't fight back.” He said, crossing his arms as he gestured towards Dash.

Danny scoffed as he threw Dash to the ground. “Oh like you are one to talk about being a hero, remind me, who was the one who was always trying to get my dad killed? I'm sure you're just thrilled he finally kicked it! You're just sad you couldn't get my mom to yourself!” Danny growled his anger getting directed at Vlad.

Vlad flinched at that, his frown deepening. “Believe it or not, I haven't wanted to kill your father for a while now, least of all like this. And the fact that both your mother and sister were lost also saddens me deeply. Not to mention your friends and teacher.” He said as he approached slowly, like one would do a cornered animal. “I was jealous of your father, yes, but I never wanted something like this to happen, especially after I have seen how it affected you.” He said as he placed a hand on Danny's shoulder. “You are a good boy Dani- Danny, a good boy who has gone through so much and now has lost his only real support. And I'm sorry that I haven't shown you sooner how much I care about you.”

Danny glared up at Vlad, but as his words started to sink in that anger that he was holding since Dash first confronted him started to dwindle, only leaving the hurt and the grief behind. As his transformation washed over him once more Danny sunk into Vlad as sobs wracked his body. “I miss them so much!!” He wailed into his guardian. “I was right there and I should have done something!! I have all of these powers but I couldn't save the people I care about the most! What use do I have for them if I couldn't do that one thing?!” He wailed as the grief and anger at himself he had locked away inside himself flowed through him. He dimly felt Vlad patting his back as he wrapped him in a hug.

“It’s alright Little Badger, I've got you. We'll work through this together.” Vlad comforted as he held Danny closer. “As for you.” He said, turning his attention to Dash. “We are going to have a little discussion about what happened here. And I trust that you are smart enough to not breathe a word about this anyone, am I understood?”

Danny hears Dash scramble to stand up. “Y-yes sir, not a word…” He stammered.

“Good, now go get cleaned up, and if anyone asks, you fell, is that understood?” Vlad threatened.

Dash audibly gulped, “yes sir!” He yelped before scrambling away.

Vlad sighed as he turned his attention back to Danny. “Come Danny, let's get you cleaned up before heading back home.”

Danny pulled back from the hug nodding. “Okay, sounds good… Thanks.”

“It’s no problem at all Danny. Now come, we have some work to do to resolve this little hiccup.” Vlad reassured before guiding Danny away.

#holiday truce 2023 #danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad masters #dash baxter #eevee writes sometimes #long post #3/1/2024

[nectar-cellar]

5 Facts about Count Vladislaus Straud IV 

@holocene-sims Anna, thank you for sending this in and sparking my inspiration! I’ll be using this prompt as a character-building exercise for Vlad. He has absolutely grown into one of my favorite sims and it was long overdue. Warning, I wrote a lot over the weekend and I enjoyed every minute of it. 

In the pics above, I aged him down to create what he would’ve looked like as a young, gloomy nobleman. This would have been before he became a vampire. I gave him a softer, more melancholic expression, you’ll understand why. He's aged like fine wine, hasn’t he? Human Vlad or Grand Master Vampire Vlad, I can’t choose, I love them both.

Some notes: 

I used the Sims Wiki lore as a starting point but I never force myself to stick too strictly to what is canon with any of my premade sims. The lore gave me some good ideas though.

I kept the timeline vague because I’m pretty ignorant about historical time periods but I imagine Vlad was a human sometime in the 1800s. History buffs, feel free to correct me. I didn’t end up taking more pictures because I have no period-appropriate attire, oh well.  

Content warning: blood, violence, war, murder. He didn’t exactly have a fun human life.

Fact 1. 

Vlad was born into an upper-middle class family in Eastern Europe. His father was a high-ranking military officer, and his mother was a music teacher. As a child, Vlad was pulled in two directions: his mother wanted to cultivate his love for literature and his talent for music, while his father wanted him to follow in his footsteps as a military officer, and take interest in more traditionally masculine pursuits. He grew up in a home that was materially privileged but emotionally chaotic. 

After Vlad came of age, he followed his father’s wishes and joined the military, hoping to finally earn his approval and carry on the family legacy. Reserved, proper and soft-spoken, Vlad quickly found that he did not fit in with his peers, nor did he enjoy the harsh, physically intense, and strict authoritarian environment of the military. The bare conditions of the camps, the long and tiring days, and the constant travel made Vlad disillusioned with the life that he had been pressured to choose, and the career that lay ahead of him. His mother had desperately wished for him to study the arts at university instead, and Vlad would later wonder what life would have been like if he’d been brave enough to take a different path. 

Vlad’s performance as a soldier was poor. His meek personality, his weak physical strength, and his inferior performance made him the target of his peers and his superiors’ bullying. His father’s high status made his incompetence even more humiliating, and worse, prevented him from being dismissed from the military like the other flunkies. 

Fact 2.

One of Vlad’s formative childhood memories was when his father brought home a rabbit he had hunted, and forced the young boy to prepare it for his mother to cook. Vlad remembers being repulsed by the act of butchering the animal while his father instructed him in an increasingly loud and agitated manner. Finally, Vlad vomited from stress and disgust, then his father angrily took over. Vlad left the kitchen but the sound of the knife hitting the chopping block in a rage was heard all throughout the house. Later, dinner was eaten in silence. 

Vlad was traumatized by the incident, but afterwards became morbidly fascinated with animal and human biology, and mortality. He never quite saw the world the same way again.

Fact 3.

Vlad’s time in the army changed him into a tougher, crueler, and desensitized version of himself. He remembers how powerful he felt the first time he fought back against a fellow soldier who had been antagonizing him in the barracks, and won. He had never been one for violence until he discovered how good it felt to beat an enemy into bloody submission with his bare hands. He remembers the stunned silence of the onlookers, and how people acted differently towards him after that. He was treated with slightly more respect, or at least left alone more often. 

Vlad remembers the first time he killed someone in battle. He had downed an enemy soldier on the field with his firearm, and had gone over to check. The man was critically injured and bloodied, but not dead. Vlad then shot him a second time, in the head, at point blank range. He was later congratulated by his teammates who had witnessed the murder. Vlad remembers how the fallen enemy had been a young man, just like him. His face had been frozen in shock, his body convulsing with shallow, panicked breaths as he bled out. Vlad had shot him a second time to end his suffering. Vlad knew the reality of war was to kill or be killed, but he didn’t know if it was more ethical to end someone’s life or merely injure them enough to preserve his own safety. As the battles continued, he stopped caring. 

Fact 4.

During the war, a small team of 25 soldiers, including Vlad, was sent to an isolated, mountainous region (what is now Forgotten Hollow) on a reconnaissance mission to explore the possibility of setting up a military base in the area. While traveling through the woods, the troop was attacked by vampire bats, but Vlad was the only one bitten. Soon after, he became inexplicably pale, weak, and averse to sunlight, to the unsympathetic disdain of the others. He became hungrier than usual, and he found himself strangely fixated on the necks, exposed skin, and bloodied bandages of his fellow soldiers. 

Late one night, towards the end of the mission, Vlad overheard a group of soldiers talking as he was taking a walk by himself around the outskirts of the base camp to get some fresh air. Most of the others had already gone to sleep. Although he felt feverish, weak, and he had a piercing headache, his other senses, like smell and hearing, were strangely sharper than ever before. The soldiers were discussing the troop’s plans to abandon him at the site due to his weakened state and overall lack of competence as a soldier, and to explain away his death as an illness or an accident. Vlad realized this conspiracy to get rid of him had been brewing for a while, and they were going to seize the opportunity while he was mysteriously sick. The oddly small size of the troop and the suspiciously faraway location they were exploring suddenly made sense to him. 

An animalistic rage unlike anything he’d ever felt before took hold of him and he attacked the group, lunging at their necks. The next thing Vlad knew, he woke up in the middle of the campsite at dawn, feeling vaguely injured but not in pain, and surrounded by the drained, mutilated, and semi-devoured bodies of all his former troop members. The air was heavy with the smell of blood and meat. Vlad remembers how he was no longer hungry, weak, or scared. All he felt was a calm realization followed by relief that he had survived the ordeal.

Although the region would not make a useful military base or attractive settlement due to its isolated location and depressing weather, the surroundings did provide a strangely cozy place for a homestead. Surrounded by tall mountains, thick forests, and close to a few small lakes, Vlad had at last found his safe haven. Newly invigorated, he began to dispose of the bodies and the evidence, and build a shelter from the usable camp supplies left behind. It would be a while before the military sent another troop to check on them, and he had plenty of time to think about his alibi and future plans while he waited. No one would ever know what happened on that failed reconnaissance mission.

Fact 5   

War, betrayal, and trauma made Vlad a cruel, violent, and power-hungry ruler of the small town of Forgotten Hollow. At first, when the town was newly founded, he kept his vampirism a secret and fed on wild animals and livestock. As the decades went by, and more people settled into the town, he became bolder with terrorizing the residents, feeding on humans, and turning humans into younger and weaker vampires under his control. He also returned to the aristocratic lifestyle he had before his military service, building a mansion for himself and pursuing his interests in reading, music, and art. He cultivated the appearance of a charismatic, worldly, and well-groomed gentleman to covertly move through human society, and to better seduce and disarm his victims. 

Vlad’s reign of terror only came to an end when the other vampires in the town, particularly the Vatore siblings, banded together to overpower him and report him to the International Council of Occult Beings, a council headed by the world’s most powerful occult beings to govern the supernatural population. After a lengthy trial, as punishment for breaking numerous Vampire Code of Ethics laws, Vlad’s vampiric abilities were severely restricted by magic, he was exiled from Forgotten Hollow, and forced to live in the supernatural community of Moonlight Falls where he would be monitored and unable to act with impunity against a vulnerable human population.    

In the aftermath of his trial and punishment, Vlad is content to turn over a new leaf. He admits that at some point, his descent into depravity was no longer justified by his past. All he can do is resolve to change for the better, and he knows there will be harsher consequences from the Council if he does not obey their laws. He is even thankful to have the opportunity to rediscover the humanity and softness he once had a long, long time ago. He knows the regret and guilt he feels are signs that there is hope for him. Still, he wonders if the monstrous, evil side of him, the side of him that delighted in causing pain and terror, can ever be fully put back in its cage. He thinks it’s best if he isolates himself in his mansion and stays far away from everyone. 

These days, Vlad’s favorite pastimes are playing classical pieces on the piano, reading books by candlelight, and sipping on chilled packs of ethically sourced, cruelty free, non-human-based plasma from a wine glass.  

[charcoalhawk]

Don’t go where I can’t follow

What scares Tucker the most, after everything, was that he hadn’t even known anything was wrong.

Truce gift for @phan-pheeking-tastic, ended up going with Tucker and Sam finding out Danny is half-ghost in a No-One Knows AU.

This was super fun to do, hope you enjoy!

What scares Tucker the most, after everything, was that he hadn’t even known anything was wrong.

He had thought, with how close he and Danny were, how close they had been, that he would have known if something had happened to him. To his family.

But he hadn’t. Neither had Sam.

When he wakes up that day there’s no dread, no forbording feeling in gut. Heck, Tucker wakes up pretty happy.

It’s the last day of school before winter break, and he and Sam have plans to play as much Doom as possible so they can hopefully beat it before the new year. There’s rumors that anyone who can will be able to access new dlc content that otherwise won’t be available until at least the summer.

Some small part of him is even happy that Danny isn’t in town this week, meaning he and Sam can hang out without things getting awkward.

And Tucker hates thinking like that. Danny was his best friend for a long, long time, but ever since high school started the two of them had slowly drifted apart. Which he does understand, on some level. They’re not five years old anymore playing together on the playground.

But Danny had become so aloof with them, barely interacting with them in class and showing up late to hang out, if he even showed up at all.

And it couldn’t have been because of their new undead neighbors that now haunted the town. After the first like, month, Phantom had proved he was a decent enough ghost that most people didn’t really have to worry about malicious undead any more than they had to worry about overdue homework.

He and Sam have just finished fighting the second to last boss in Doom when there’s a knock on his door. A quick glance at his computer’s clock shows that it isn’t even 11pm yet, so it can’t be his parents telling him to start winding down to go to sleep. It’s also winter break now, so why-?

After a second his Dad’s face peeks through the door, his form backlit by the hallway lights. He thinks he sees his mom too, but after a moment she seems to briefly lay her hand on his father’s shoulder then disappear from view.

“Hey kiddo,” it's hard to tell what his dad is thinking at that moment, and his voice sounds carefully neutral, “are you at a good stopping point for the night? I need to talk with you about something serious.”

He goes to share a glance at Sam but she’s already getting up from her desk.

“Hey Tuck,” Sam’s voice is muffled from her starting to remove her headphones, “I think I’m going to have to call it quits for tonight. My parents just came in and said they need to talk about something important. Hopefully tomorrow we can start planning for the final boss. I’ll text you later, night.”

“Sounds good,” he replies, quickly saving and logging out to the main screen, “night.”

And with that the room is washed in silence. After a second of hesitation his Dad reaches over and flips on the room’s overhead light, moving to sit on the bed across from his gaming set-up.

“Soooo…” Tucker prompts, “what’s up? You said you needed to tell me about something serious?”

His dad doesn’t respond immediately, taking a deep breath before slowly reaching out to rest his hand on Tucker’s shoulder.

“Tucker,” his father looks so sad, “there’s been an accident, a- an attack. Danny’s mom is in a coma.”

———

It takes almost a week to fully find out what happened.

The Fenton’s had been visiting a family friend in Wisconsin, apparently Vlad Masters had gone to college with Danny’s parents, and had invited them all to his mansion for the weekend. It had also been rumored that Mr. Masters had been experiencing some supernatural events that he had wanted Maddie and Jack to help him solve, and with how fanatic the two were around ghosts they had obviously been eager to help in any way they could.

And it had turned out that the rumors had been true, and at least one violent ghost had attacked the mansion the following evening.

Here the details get murky.

Some reports say a single ghost was responsible for the attack, and only the Fenton’s weapons and skill saved everyone from being killed by the vengeful spirit. Others claim it was two ghosts having a territory spat that just so happened to happen in the mansion. Some even claim Phantom drove off the raging ghost and stopped more injuries from occurring.

Number of ghosts aside, the attack had destroyed almost a third of the Masters’ Mansion, and had left most of the staff with injuries from debris or from the ghosts themselves. Danny and Jazz had apparently escaped the worst of it because their parents had gotten them out early on and the two had hidden in the nearby woods until authorities arrived.

Jack had gotten a nasty concussion and broken two ribs fighting off the ghost(s), and Maddie had suffered some kind of mental or physical trauma that left her comatose.

Vlad Masters’ was missing, no one had seen him directly prior to the attack, and afterwards it was like he had just up and vanished.

————

He and Sam stand outside the Fenton house for almost a full minute before Sam seems to find the courage to knock. Two long, followed by two fast and one long, the same combination they’ve all used since they were little kids.

The silence afterwards is thick, and just as Sam is raising her hand to knock again there’s a series of clanking sounds as the locks are undone and the door opens to reveal Jasmine Fenton.

“Oh, hey there,” she gives a small smile, “I’m glad you two are here. Danny is upstairs in his room, we’re all pretty shaken up from what happened, having you two visit should help.”

“How is- how are you holding up?” Tucker asks as they move through the hallway into the living room, a place that’s both so familiar and yet alien, he half expects Danny to be leaning over the staircase inviting them upstairs to his room.

“It’s, I’ve been holding it together,” Jazz says, “I’ll probably be staying here at least until Dad’s ribs are better, luckily all my professors are pretty accommodating and will be letting me attend virtually until I can head back to college. I’m… really scared for my mom, but I trust that she’s getting the best care possible and that she’ll wake up soon.”

Jazz gestures towards the stairs, “Danny’s in his room, call me if you guys need anything. I was actually just about to head over to the Hospital, Dad should be getting discharged today, so we should be back in a few hours.”

With one last smile Jazz heads back the way they came and there’s the sound of the front door opening and closing.

“Should we really be doing this?” Tucker finally breaks the silence, glancing towards the staircase as if Danny will suddenly appear there.

“Honestly I don’t know, but it’s too late to go back now. If we leave Jazz will just ask Danny when she gets back and then we’ll be the assholes who left without saying anything.”

Damn, Tucker hates it when Sam uses logic like that.

“Yeah but it’s just, I don’t think we’ve had a full conversation with him in the past month. It feels wrong to just drop in now when he’s hurting like this.”

“Well it’s not like Dash or Paulina is going to just waltz by and offer to go comfort him,” Sam’s mouth twists into a grimmance, “and Valerie’s probably too busy investigating the attack to try and find the ghosts who did this.”

Tucker can’t argue with that, they really are the closest ones to Danny. Still, it feels wrong to walk up those steps and knock on Danny’s bedroom door like nothing in the past two years has happened.

There’s no immediate answer, but after a second series of knocks there’s the sound of bare feet on hardwood before the door opens slightly, just enough for Danny’s tired blue eyes to peek out.

“Hi,” Danny’s voice is hoarse, “uh, no offense but why are you two here?”

“We uh-,” Tucker shares a glance with Sam, “we wanted to check in on you. I know we aren’t all as close anymore but we wanted to at least see if you were ok in person and see if there was anything we could do.”

That sounded a lot better in his head, but Danny isn’t slamming the door on them, so there’s that. After a moment the door opens fully and he and Sam cautiously walk inside as Danny moves to lean against the far wall.

“I, thanks for coming over?” He seems to almost hug himself, looking anxiously around the room. “I don’t know if your parents put you up to this, or worse Jazz, but you guys don’t need to hang around out of some sense of obligation.”

“We came because we wanted to Danny!” Sam exclaims, “we’re still your friends and, and we care about you! This is obviously traumatizing and we want to help you-“

“You guys don’t understand!” Danny snarls at them. Apparently what Tucker had thought was anxiety was in fact anger.

“You think I’m some scared kid trying to come to terms with an unfortunate accident. Well I’m not!”

Danny’s eyes almost seem to glow in response to his heated words, which doesn’t make any sense. Humans eyes don’t glow, the only thing close to that that Tucker has seen happens when ghosts-

“It was my fault!”

With that last shout there’s a brilliant flash of white, and when Tucker can finally blink the spots out of his vision he finds he can’t quite comprehend what he sees before him.

“I hurt her! I was trying to stop that stupid ghost from hurting my Dad and I ended up almost killing my mom!”

Danny’s too long sweatpants and pullover have been replaced with a glowing hazmat suit, and what’s left standing before them is Phantom, the town’s own ghostly hero. The town’s very young, very dead hero.

“What?”

Sam sounds like she’s just been gut punched, and Tucker doesn’t feel much different.

Everyone in Amity Park knows that Phantom is one of the friendlier ghosts that now haunt them, even dealing with the rowdier ones that try to interfere with day to day human life.

But everyone also agrees that Phantom can be downright terrifying most of the time. The simple fact that he looks all of thirteen makes most residents uncomfortable at best.

Trying to understand that Danny and Phantom are one in the same is almost too much for him, but looking the ghost dead in the eyes now the similarities between the two are overwhelming.

He can see Danny in the way the ghost is hunched like he’s about to collapse onto himself, and he can see Phantom in how his stance is planted and ready to move in a moment's notice.

“It’s-“ and here Phantom's voice breaks, “it’s my fault.”

And with that soft admission the dam finally breaks, and Phantom crumbles to the floor, back heaving as great sobs wrack his body.

In that moment Tucker’s body seems to almost move on to own, moving almost in tandem with Sam to crouch down and envelop Danny in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry that happened,” Sam whispers into Danny’s hair, “I wish you could have told us when this happened so we could have helped. But we know now. We’ll help you however we can, and I’m sure your mom will be better in time.”

Sam sounds so sure of what she’s saying, Tucker can’t even bring himself to speak. Whatever happened to Danny, whatever he’s been doing these past two years, has changed him.

All Tucker can do is tighten his grip, a promise that he hopes he can keep.

#2022 holiday truce #2022 DP holiday truce #Danny phantom #tucker foley #sam manson #no beta we die #injury mention

[faust-bite-archive]

@yanderepuck dared me to share after I kept talking about it for days but happy new years! here to start it off is my most messed Faust NSFW HCs.

TW: dark content in general? , I use gender neutral terms when referring to an MC, necro,Non-con,yandere,torture as a kink

please take my warnings seriously this is a horror concept and not suitable for anyone squeamish

TLDR context: I have a modern AU where everyone lives in an apartment together in a run down small town. Everyone is stuck in that close proximity. Does include the castle trio.

To start Modern AU!Faust gets off on horror films for my AU. Horror, gore, even certain thrillers. This expands out to him having a fetish for blood, necro, and sexual torture. (Hence the tw)

Saw is how he found out. Babies first gore awe. He got horny in the movie theater and realized he accidentally unlocked something.I'll say it was during a re-showing of the first one. The cutting off the foot did things to the man. He had the fetish version of self discovery. And then pretty soon nothing is gory enough for him so he has to do it himself. I know he was already doing autopsies but now they have this extra little messed up layer to them. hehe. His idea of a romantic lighthearted film is Rob Zombie's movies. (they do make a fun date night idea Ngl. Id swoon personally)

Later on the mansion boys inviting them over for a movie night in Comte's apartment and its gorey and Faust is now bricked up at the sleepover :D Vlad knew what it was going to be too and has been laughing about it. Faust needed to cover himself the whole time. Pillow or MC over his lap.

with MC around for it though he can spend the whole time grinding or even better cock-warming in them. He gets harder the more he watches the film. The more gore the harder he is. If you like skirts then wearing that for even easier access. Or if not then a blanket does the job too. The room is dark so you would be mostly hidden anyway. unless you want them all to see how depraved you are? How each character dying isn't scary or horrifying anymore because Faust has you now trained you to be just as depraved and sick as he is. How shameful every little thrust feels as everyone in the room judges you both for getting off to this. Having it lean into public humiliation for MC. Faust doesn't care. He enjoys this. He enjoy's it more in that situation really.

To push the media being a main engagement an MC as a gamer and cock-warming him as one plays these games. Being actively scared and tensing up. Not as intense as the movies or his lab but could very well get him going. Playing outlast or resident evil as foreplay really.

Now back to him using his autopsies immorally. He starts off normally. He really does. He doesn't want this to mess up his research. He tried to suppress it and it worked for maybe a week or so. But that scalpel glides through skin too appealing now.It was too smooth feeling. The feeling of the insides arise a lot of initially shameful feelings in him. The human body, especially a dead one, is sacred. Quickly pushing that aside MC is now needed a lot through his lab time until he can calm down a bit about this. Plot-twist he does not calm down. Taken this does not mean isn't thinking about what your insides feel like now. He would love to see what alive warm wiggling organs feel like in his hands. His hands over your stomach as he thinks about it. Pressing down hoping to feel anything. He keeps using this fantasy as a way to "dirty talk" Even if he won't do it he wants to hear you beg to not give in....or even you could try to play into it. Talk about wanting to feel his scapel sink into you. Engage in some knife-play that might be leaning way too close to near death experiences. Let him carve his name into you as his. He can watch how your blood flows. If you really trust him then you'd let him cut you open to inspect and feel your insides. All of you belongs to him anyway right? It might be risky but he seems to happy to be thrusting into you as he plays with your organs.

As like a darker outcome I can see him doing non-con with these fantasies. Wanting to see MC actually beg. He would love to see how these recent developments can alter your blood. As you grow more and more fearful do you taste different? Do you taste better even?

Sure you don't leave much anymore now with these scars from him slowly giving into his fantasy. If it somehow came down to it he would end up being very Little Piece of Heaven. I don't see him purposely killing you like the video but if you do die by outside forces then how could he pass up this prime chance to give into himself? He tried to never sink this low but you two were together anyway. So it really wasn't that bad right? He's just honouring your relationship by preserving your body for his sexual needs. He can get so deep now too...even able to make and fuck into the new holes before sewing them back up as his own form of aftercare. You really did make the perfect sex doll for him to use in his lab. He more likely didn't consider necro often like stated or maybe at all honestly. But he can't stop now that he's started. He will use your lifeless form until you are beyond repair. The body has to be unusable and then he'll stop...on you anyway.

thanks for coming to my tedtalk

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikemen games #cybird ikemen #ikevamp faust #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp hcs #tw: noncon

[wicked-ghoul]

this is not meant to be critical BTW I just wanted to get something off my chest...

i’ve been trying to think of how to word this cuz like...

I REALLY enjoyed A Glitch in Time! My love for Danny Phantom has not wavered at all and I was given a huge boost of serotonin seeing my bbys again in a new story and I like a lot of what the story did for those charactors...!

That said...

I don’t quite feel the same level of “OMFG MY SOUL IS CLEANSED” that I see a lot of fans having and I couldn't quite pinpoint WHY because the comic IS really good and I DID really enjoy it...

But...like...okay, so:

The stuff that I’ve always found most fascinating about Danny’s issues is 1) His relationship to his parents. 2) His relationship to Valerie. and 3) How his anger and spite get the better of him and how that informs a lot of who Dark Danny became (yes I still call him Dark Danny don’t @ me lol)

I feel like the comic did touch on that 3rd thing but maybe not quite as much as I had hoped??? And to my memory he doesn’t even really interact that much with his parents and I don’t even think he talked to Valerie AT ALL in the comic...(I really need to go back and reread it lol)

I think that’s all being saved for a (potential) sequel comic which is perfectly fine, but I guess I was really hoping that the comic would explore that stuff and it just didn’t so I was kind of disappointed.

But that doesn’t make the comic bad! Far from it, I thought it handled everything really well! I loved the humor and characterization and it made me very happy!!!

But when Danny’s character arc happened...I liked it, I loved his little Steven Universe getting his powers back in the movie moment it was great and he was adorable as ever and I liked the idea of him helping ghosts rather than hunting them...but it wasn’t as big a deal to me as, y’know, Vlad and Dark Danny’s arcs! Which is fine, those arcs where great and I loved how they were handled...I guess I just wanted more for Danny? Like, specifically relating to his relationship with his family and Valerie more so than how he deals with the ghosts...but they’re clearly setting up for another comic so maybe THEN we’ll get to the stuff I was really looking forward to!?!

I really don’t wanna be a downer, but this was nagging at me ever since I finished the comic and I just needed to get it off my chest...

 I think I also am still reeling from some other fandoms I’ve been in where if you don’t like or agree with canon then you’ll be skewered and deemed “not a real fan” or “just not getting it” and I’ve gotten used to the Phandom’s “fuck it, we ball” attitude towards canon and now that there’s new official content I’m scared of a reawakening of the Anti vs True Fans bullshit from the days when Danny Phantom was still airing! (fandom trauma’s a real thing my dudes...)

So...yeah. To conclude, the comic is very well done and there’s a lot of great stuff in it and I can’t think of anything I truly disliked, just some nitpicks that kept me from being as emphatic as the rest of the fandom and I just wanted to express my disappointment. But I’m still so happy that we even got it and that it even worked to resolve/fix things that the show left hanging!!! I still love Danny Phantom so much and if they ever do make another comic I’m excited to see what they do with it!

#danny phantom #danny phantom spoilers #agit #agit spoilers #a glitch in time #not tagging this as critical cuz it's really not #i think rereading it knowing what to expect will make it more enjoyable so I'm not expecting or hoping for something that isn't gonna happen #i do love danny's little firworks trick it was so cute/precious! #he still is just...my boy!!! <3 ;.;

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

Danny Phantom

Danien by artistfingers (NOTE: Technically a comic, but so cute!!)

Part 1 of Undercover Phantom AU

Vlad’s newest bit of tech revokes Danny’s ability to shift out of ghost mode, and he subsequently makes some new friends.

(Otherwise known as, “I heard you like hidden identities, so I gave your hidden identity a hidden identity”)

Undercover Phantom AU: a No One Knows AU featuring lots of silliness and maybe sometimes a little angst, focusing primarily on the newfound friendship between Phantom, Tucker, Sam… and Fenton. An ongoing webcomic, originally posted on tumblr!

TGCF

The Bride Selection by trufflehargau

Xie Lian held up the flyer, and squinted at it through the eye-holes of his mask. Beneath the words ‘Join the Selection! Be the Ghost King’s Bride!’ the sweeping eaves rendered in wobbly black ink matched the silhouette of the building in the distance. Paradise Manor. The Ghost King’s home.

(The Princess and the Pea retelling? Set before the events of the novel. The Ghost King of Paradise Manor is selecting a bride. Xie Lian doesn't really know what he's doing there.)

To see the next part of the dream by goodbye_blue

“I’m sorry Gege, I’m just a bit surprised. Let me make sure I am understanding this correctly,” he said, taking half a step forward. “You are real and also asleep. I am also real, and not a figment of your imagination. We are both real, and asleep, and dreaming the same dream right now.”

Xie Lian shrugged. “It looks like it.”

(When Xie Lian gets hit by a curse, he winds up sharing his dreams with a certain ghost king who would very much like to know where he is in real life.)

SVSSS

open my lungs to let you in by ghostybreads

Shen Qingqiu had a secret. So, naturally, it was only a matter of time before he was hit by a truth serum wife plot. (“How are you?” “Horny. Kind of want Binghe to rail me, I guess. But it’s manageable.” Liu Qingge’s hand on his forehead froze, and he was close enough that Shen Qingqiu could hear his breathing stop. He stared back expressionlessly, the mortification distantly crawling up the back of his neck. Honest One-Horned– The frustrated scream that he usually vented in his head, came out straight from mouth. “aaAAAAAHHHH GODDAMNIT AIRPLANE–”)

Keeping Secrets a.k.a HOT CULTIVATOR IMBIBES TRUTH POLLEN AND DIES (of mortification) (not clickbait) by cinnamonsnaps

"I bet you would beg," Shen Qingqiu said with a snort, letting his eye slide shut. The following silence was somehow remarkably loud. He cracked his eye open again. Luo Binghe was staring at him, face flushed red, hands frozen on Shen Qingqiu's ankle. "... shizun?" (Shen Qingqiu gets forced to tell the truth about a lot of things, unfortunately.)

Star Wars

All the Shadows We Bestow by ShyOwl (NOTE: While I love some dark SW content, I know a lot of people don't. This tone might put some people off)

Luke was born with a shadow over his soul. He was not simply the Chosen One, but a child of a prophecy who is doomed to soil the hearts of those who love him; a harbinger of a new Dark order and authority. He has done everything he can to keep people from becoming poisoned, to avoid his role as this blight, but there is no escaping destiny…and there is no escaping the love Luke has sparked in the galaxy. No matter how desperate or hard he tries.

Clone Wars

a soul that's born in cold and rain/knows sunlight by Killbothtwins

Part 2 of the massive machinery of hope

Obi-Wan Kenobi, time traveler, finds trouble once again when he and Qui-Gon are called to Mandalore— but not THAT Mandalore mission. This one involves still pretending to see the future, babies, a slavery ring, and bothering even more people into becoming his friend. As usual, Obi-Wan drags everyone else along for the ride, including some interesting allies.

#happy weekend everyone #weekly fic round up #my posts #fic recs #svsss recs #tgcf recs #sw recs #i'm thinking about myself as the Big Lizard #atop my pile of dirt #damnit anon

[joydemorra]

Why did you write two versions of Hunger Pangs?

WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE AND IS ONE MORE “VALID” THAN THE OTHER?

I get a lot of questions when people find out I wrote two versions of Hunger Pangs (Phangs). To answer that second question first, the only difference is that one contains explicit sexual content, and the other merely alludes to it.

The Flirting with Fangs edition (red cover) contains multiple scenes that depict sexual acts, either solo or partnered. (link)

The Fluff and Fangs edition (blue cover) is less explicit. I say less because while the scene(s) fade to black, some elements of physical affection are still shown, along with a fairly involved conversation about consent and kink. This is in the latter half of Chapter 28, and as noted on my website, you can skip this part if it makes you uncomfortable and not miss anything important to either the plot or character development. (link)

Both versions contain heat ratings and content warnings on my website. I can’t put it in/on the books themselves because Amazon is going after authors for mentioning content warnings (link), so when in doubt, check www.joydemorra.com or send me a message!

And no, one version is not more “valid” than the other. Both are canon. If it helps, think of them as parallel universes running side by side down the narrative timeline. The plot and character development remain the same; the scenes have just been altered to accommodate reader preference. 

THEN WHY DO THIS AT ALL?

As stated above, I wrote two different versions primarily to accommodate reader preference. When I first started writing Hunger Pangs: TLB, I was widely known on Tumblr for being “that erotica editor.” (link) I used to be a ghostwriter for my publishing house, too, so chances are some of you have already read my work under another author’s name*. A large chunk of my professional life has been spent writing sexually explicit content. It’s what I was then known and popular for, so it never occurred to me that anyone who was sex averse or didn’t enjoy reading about sex would be interested in my work.

And then those exact people started messaging me to let me know they were super excited about my work, couldn’t wait to buy a copy and would just skip past the sex parts that made them uncomfortable.

And that didn’t sit right with me. 

Phangs is a bit of a weird project. It was started via a Tumblr shitpost (link) and grew from there. It was funded entirely by the support of my Patreon, which people kept supporting even after it took me years longer to finish it than initially planned because my health took a proverbial nose dive into the tenth circle of hell. It is not an exaggeration to say my Patreon and Tumblr kept me alive during that time. You kept our lights on and put what little food I could eat into my fridge. You supported me both physically and emotionally during one of the worst times of my life. And during that time, I wrote the entire Phangs series, assuming it would be edited and published posthumously**. It was both my swan song and a parting gift. A means of saying thank you for all your support over the years and the fervent hope you’d feel my love on every page. Because never doubt this, I wrote Phangs for you. Phangs is a love letter to fandom from start to finish. It’s written specifically to appeal to fandom and all the things we love about it.

So when people told me they were going to buy it but skip parts of it, I felt the need to make sure they were getting equal amounts of content for their money. So the “fluff” version of the narrative was born, replacing the sex-based scenes with more emotional and “fluffy” but still intimate interactions that keep the character arcs and plot intact.

For the first book, I tried to keep the scenes as similar in theme as possible. That’s why Chapter 28 still features a frank discussion around kink and consent, as a large part of Vlad’s character arc is learning that his wants and desires matter, but more importantly, so do his boundaries. But I also purposefully wrote it so that you can skip away after that conversation and not miss anything in the lead-up to the fade to black/implied sex scene. As the series progresses, the scenes may differ more as I play around having fun with it. But the fact remains that the characterization and plot will always stay true.

It’s merely about what kind of reading experience you want.

Do I expect other authors to do this? Absolutely not. This is a labor of love. The “fluff” version being popular is merely a bonus that enables me to keep writing. So thank you. I’m off to keep working on the next story.

 *Before anyone asks, no, I can’t tell you who. I signed NDAs that are still in effect.

**Jokes on me, I guess, because I lived, and now I have to edit and rewrite all 500-f*cking-k of it. 

#Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites #Hunger Pangs Series #Phangs Universe #Hunger Pangs asks #FAQ: links

[lordmyst]

Baby Adrian's birthday

Hi I'm sorry for not writing, hadn't inspiration these months. But, now I'm inspired to write a cute baby Adrian story, so Lets go!

Mommy Dracula and Daddy Lisa, and Dracula in a dress ( go and fight me, but trust me he has a model body so he looks pretty in a dress.)

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5 years had passed since Adrian has been born, and under his mama and father's love and care, the little baby had turned into a beautiful and adorable little boy. Today was his fifth h birthday, so he wore the pretty blue dress his mother had made for his birthday and had his hair tied by a middle ponytail with a blue matching ribbon, some hairs falling over his rounded, blushed cheeks, making him look like a pretty porcelain doll.

The little boy was helping his mom to make his birthday cake, it was a chocolate cake, and his favorite.

" My little baby, can you please pass me the flour?" Vlad asked as he arranged all the ingredients for the cake batter.

" Yes, mama!" Exclaimed little Adrian, he reached for the flour bag on the other side of the table and give it to his "mom".

" Thank you, baby." Vlad thanked and started to prepare the batter, Adrian looked at him amazed.

" Mama, do you think papa will arrive from her travel tonight?" Asked Adrian, his yellowish eyes looking at his mother with illusion.

" Of course my baby, she wrote that she would be here tonight to celebrate your birthday, so don't worry," Vlad assures him with a smile.

Adrian just nods and proceeds to help his mama in the cake making, Adrian can't wait for his dad to try this cake and hoped she liked it.

The night had fallen, and mother and son were quietly waiting for the father to arrive. The little boy was waiting by the door, tightly hugging a little rag doll, which was another of his mother's gift. The little boy was so scared that his "father" wouldn't make it today, his daddy was always traveling, taking care of the sick. Bcause of this, Adrian hadn't share so much with her, but because this day was so special to him, she assured him to be on time.

Disillusion started to take him over, but suddenly he heard the front door open, the little boy looked up and saw a tall, blonde woman enter the house. Happily, the little boy got up from the floor and hugged the woman, who gladly accepted his hug.

" Aww my little princess, I'm home now." The older woman lift up the little boy, he had grown up since she last saw him, but he was still so small and light.

" My love..." Lisa heard her husband calling her, she turned and saw the love of her life clad in a simple white dress, which framed perfectly his curves. His shoulder-length was loose and perfectly framed his sharp face which a mustache and a goatee decorated it, giving him a regal and elegant. He looked like a beautiful queen, she went with Adrian in her arms and hugged him. Vlad hugged his wife small body, he was so content to see he and being able to hold her, he was so tired of the long nights absent of her embrace, but now she was with him and his little boy.

Little Adrian was so joyful to be in his parents’ arms and that his “father” was able to fulfill her promise and be for fifth birthday. The gifts weren’t the reason he waited for his birthdays, but the opportunity to share it with his parents and being dotted with all of their love.

~ ~~~~~~~~

Finally, I had this short story in my drafts for months, it was supposed to be posted during December, but many things happened that delayed this story. But the most important thing is that it’s finished. Also, thank you for everyone who reads my story and enjoy my blog, I appreciate a lot!

~ LordMyst 🌟✨💫

#alucard castlevania #dracula castlevania #lisa tepes #castlevania #castlevania netflix #fanfiction #vlad dracula #fanfic #adrian fahrenheit tepes #lisa castlevania #vlad dracula țepeș #castlevania fanfiction

[ladylynse]

Yes, the new sentences are more in line with what I imagined. Thank you so much! Love the detail that went into hiding the extra sleeve in Tarrlok's bag; I shouldn't be surprised that Tarrlok would arrange a tragic accident to keep the secret of his bag contained as well as his tracks involved. Also enjoy Vlad's thought process of hoping that if Danny does steal his bag to do a search, he'll take the contents at face value without investigating the bag further for anything hidden.

(re: these ficlets)

Distance and redundancies and third party contractors and-- *grins* All long as the path is sufficiently muddied and the actual manufacturing of the bag wasn't done nearby so no one would recognize him with it, well, Tarrlok could get what he needs and make sure no one else knows it.

And Vlad? If Vlad ghost proofs the outside of his bag and Danny notices, that's as good as giving away that he has something important inside. But if Danny just opens the bag to bypass the ghost proofing and assumes those are the important papers, well, that's hardly Vlad's fault. *grins* Vlad probably keeps something in there that's sufficiently incriminating enough in Danny's eyes to merit the secrecy, just so Danny will think he's found all there is to find, while the most damning evidence will remain hidden without a thorough search.

#ladylynse #asks #glad you enjoyed those ficlets! #thanks for letting me know

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Wish of Love

Wish of Love

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Jean D’Arc X OC (Julia)

Prompt: Day 4  Mythology AU | Fantasy AU

Part of content creation challenge hosted by me and @xxsycamore

Tag: Fluff

Word Count: 2.210

Author’s Note: Inspired to a conversation with the lovely @atelieredux about how gorgeous Jean so much he could be a God of Beauty, so here it came that idea developed into a story I sincerely hope you will like I can not wait to hear your opinion. 😍

Inspired to greek mythology, a mythic story for love path is not always easy and smooth, for it cause weird emotion stirring things even in beings of divine nature, who had to find courage to reflect on love and its signifiance to make choice selflessly with both mind and heart in sync, with a little help from an unexpected coin with magical powers. 😉

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You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it. 😊

Royaume du Soleil It was a sunny morning his bright rays bathed everything in sight with their warm colors, birds chirped happily on the trees occasionaly flying over the sky leaving rainbow feathers scatter all over the grass where little animals were dozing off lazily under the trees shadows and among the bushes.

Everyone looked blissfully busy to enjoy the beggining of the sunny season sleeping around, getting tanned or playing in the little lakes at the base of the waterfalls falling from the clouds, standing in a queit corner not reached by the sun stood a girl watching absently at them with a wistful gaze, her eyes lit up as she saw him, sighing dreamily she clutched an hand over her chest trying to tame the drumming of her racing heart at his sight, moving elegantly restless and unbothered among the crowd of girls and boys ogling at him with admiration and fervent adoration, much to his dismay, stood the only man her heart has ever yearned for so etehreally beautiful and mighty invincibile yet lonely, loved yet distant, cold like the moon yet shining like the sun, whom no one dared to approach for fear to disturb his mere exsistence drawing a frown on his delicate lips, apart from few privileged like Mozart God of Music and Napoleon God of Courage.

A divine name was bestowed upon him, underlying his moral nobilty no one could match

Jean was the God of Beauty, everyone could see it from afar despite the lonely aurea he carried over with him, he was Abel’s favourite whose presence elicited respect and authority well suited to his role as King of gods and God of the Sun. The eyepatch he wore on his right eye did ntohing but make an hero out of him, for the scar he received was but a symbol of glory from his protective and self sacrifing nature capable to bring peace to their Kingdom and stop the rageful war powerlust broke out.  He was strolling aimlessly through the garden as soon as she saw him walk toward her she fretted to hide behind a column, the least thing she wanted him to know was how desperatly madly in love she was with him, ironic it indeed how the Goddess of Love was the one most afraid of it herself, if only she would have been beautiful enough or had some sort of skills he could have noticed her she sighed heavily how many night she had dreamt of him keep awake by the deep rooted in her heart desires for her feelings to be reciprocated, but these were mere wishful thinking a dream destined to remain so, a pure utopia no matter her strong yearning for it to be real. Greatly acclaimed and wonderfully celebrated was the anniversary of the Machìa in which Vlad the Dark God was defeated by Jean whose mighty strength and brilliant cunning were enough to free Abel from the evil trap he fall into made up by his long friend turned enemy by his desire of power that lead him to attempt seizing the throne, successfully casted away and imprisoned on Earth by the almighty monarch himself.

Much to everyone delight the generousity of the King knew no boundaries and so on that day he decide to gift every deity something of extraordinary speciality, a coin forged with magic whose divine power granted realization to the deepest wish of one’s heart after being threwn in the fountain of his palace.

She had yet to throw hesr, like him she saw often wandering aimlessly around the lakes playing absently with that coin shining in the sun, mockingly teasing him to be threwn in the fountain carrying his deepest secret down in the depth of the water with him.

Long interminable days she had spent wondering about her wish, a part of her desired nothing more than to bind him to her under a spell called Love, yet the more she thought the less it seemed right to stuck him up with a nothingness like her, countless tears she had shed over it under the moonlight as only company and witness of her feelings, the mere idea of seeing him elope with another girl was enough to choke her throat tugging her heart in two but in the end she discovered that what she wanted all along was for him to be happy even at the cost of her own, becasue he deserved to smile to feel loved like he was worthy of in way she could not even fathom to think how much she would have not been able to.

She sighed again sniffling quietly as that afternoon memory flashed back in her mind, he chatting amably with the Goddess of Fertility, swooning over and flirting shamlessly with him, a sob escaped her lips at the sight of a feeble smile curling his graceful lips, feeling her heart breaking beyond repair she did her best to suppress tears pricking at the corner of her eyes as she fleed up the hill slamming the door of her home behind her back slumping on the floor clutching her chest frantically trying to keep all the pieces of her heart from falling miserably on the floor aroud her, tears streaming down her face as heavy sobs shake her body resonating in the air, caressing with trembling hands her white cat Eros trying to calm her nerves hugging her tightly to her chest nuzzling her face into her soft furs kissing her face softly until her breath get steady, slowly leaving the cat nuzzle and curl in her lap as she stroke it absently bracing herself that night in which she would have let all her dreams and hope sink down with her coin in the fountain.

Little did she know a deep blue eye has taken notice of her every move, giving his companion the cold shoulder ignoring her protests as he swiftly moved away, secluding himself in his home to sort out his feeling making up his mind and heart about the desire he wished to make that night with his coin. She clutched the coin to her chest feeling her heart clench painfully thinking of him with another yet there was nothing she could do but hope he would have been happy with whoever he would have chose to bless with his love, she sighed heavily kissing the coin with all the passion she felt for him  threwing it into the fountain feeling her heart burst with love as she clutched her hand tightly on its border, her eyes misty with tears locked to that coin watching up at her satisfied of her selfless choice

A single thought reasonate in her heart and mind as her fingers moved in their own accord, bringing her from the peek of bliss to the pit of despair as the coin splashed into the water Please let him be happy and loved as he deserve.

Slowly she begin to walk toward her home, sending a last melancholic gaze to the mountain before letting a forlron smile appear on her lips, sighing heavily she did not noticed a figure sat on a bench, his ethereal beauty bathed in the soft light of the full moon he was so longingly staring at, not desiring to bother him with her presence she tried to scamper away as swiftly and quietly as possible but fate has other plans.

Suddenly he turned to gaze at her, leaving her astonished and breathless at the tender expression she saw in his moonless eye once it settled on her as a soft smile curled his lips making her gawk in awe at his divine beauty like she has never seen before.

Shaking her head trying to reorder her thoughts scattered around from the furious beating of her heart so loud and deafening it was impossible to think straight, filling her with a desire beyond rationality to jump in his arms and kiss him on the lips making him aware of her feeling but she was far too shy for such a bold move and so she fretted over to whisper

“I-I am sory monsieur I beg to forgive me for I desire not to bother you any further I shall go.” his voice husky and low elciting authority and respect stirred something inside her she could not quite explain as a pleasant warmth begin to spread from her heart

“Please stay.” seeing in security flickering on her gaze he continued smiling reassuringly at her extending an hand toward her, persuading her to obey him

“Come here.” it sounded like an order yet it was not but she felt she could not deny her heart a wish she so long yearned for, gingerly she approached him sitting hesitantly on the bench held willing captive by his intense and alluring gaze, she looked up at him smiling shyly feeling heat begin to spread on her now scarlety cheeks.

Too shy to begin a conversation she had thousand times over in her head she kept fidgeting with her hand until his deep voice resonate in the frizzy still air of the night, locking her gaze with his seeing insecurity flickering in his gaze she slide nearer to him trying to reassure him, seeing him smiling tenderly at her she felt her heart swell and burst with happiness at being with him “Mademoiselle I have somethig to confess you.” slowly he took her hand in his, she gasped softly as her heart leap up in her chest while his calloused hand brushed over her  “Please I beg your pardon for the inconvenience and I hope you will not mock me. The truth of my word never doubt my plea only for you to listen my humble confession.” slowly he kneeled in front of her kissing her hand reverently as he looked into her eyes

“I love you Julia.” She thought of having misheard yet the lovestruck expression in his eye told a different story, her heart fluttered in her chest hoping so much to not be a mockery of sort yet at the sight of his smile fading away she fretted over to take his face in her hand whispering “I love you too Jean.”

A smile so shiny to put the sun itself to shame was enough to brush away doubts and insecurity from her heart as he tenderly take place near her on the bench taking her face into his hand melting his lips on hers in a slow sweet kiss, enough to melt their heart in a lovely bliss a dream come true as reward for their kind nature.

Gingerly he pulled away hugging her close to his chest, brushing his lips on her forehead murmuring tenderly few inches from her lips

“You are the most gorgeous Goddess of the whole world Julia, please never doubt.”

 she smiled soflty at him tentatively brushing her lips on his eyepatch

“You are the most wonderful God of them all Jean, no one could ever compare to you.”

He opened his mouth to protest “I am nothing but a monster.” he said leaving his loosened eyepatch slide from his eye on his lap

She took his face in her hands brushing her fingers on his lips

“Not for me.” slowly she planted a gentle kiss on the burnt scarred on his right eye

“You are the bravest hero in the whole world.” softly she brushed her lips on his before murmuring tenderly looking into his moonless eyes caressing his cheek “My hero.”

In the meanwhile a gilded figure was watching the scene smiling knowingly leaned onto a column, a satsified smile on his lips he pulled away directed to his room feeling his heart burst with happiness at the knowledge of having witnessed the first bud of love between two soulmates destined from the universe to be tied together for al eternity, sighing content at the succes of his plan ochestarted with the mere intent to push them in each other arms, along some more couple who needed the same help to make their buddy affection blossom into love.

Months went by bringing them celebrating their anniversary mirthfully all day before settling down in their now shared home where cuddled together she decided to satisfy a peculiar curiosity of hers

"What did you wished for with your coin ?" he smiled softly gazing at her with so much tenderness she felt her heart melt as she tried to hide her blush in his chest, nuzzling content into it     “Your happiness mon amour.” he confessed planting a slow reverent kiss on her forehead making her giggle I desired the same, slowly she looked up at him as he melted his lips on hers in a sweet kiss to convey all his love, reluctantly he pulled away whispering few inches from her lips

“I love you so much, ma petite. she sighed dreamily murmuring tenderly

“I love you too mon héros.” smiling he cradled her face in his hand brushing his lips on hers again and again with the full moon only witness to the passioante love they would have showed to one another until dawn, soulmates reunited to stick up to each other for all eternity. Machìa - Ancient Greek Battle

Eros – Ancient Greek God of erotic love know by Romans as Cupid

#different universe same love ccc #my writing #ikemen vampire #original character #ikemen vampire jean #ikevamp jean #ikemen vampire julia original character #ikevamp

[count-v-dracula]

{ a meme that was sent in but is tying together this thread & this one } ;••••; @childofmanynames​ asked▬

❛   I was curious what would happen.   ❜

Weeks had gone by. The time spent alone in Bucharest did not provide the quiet needed for reflection and deliberation as Vlad required. Too many nights were either spent wandering aimlessly among the streets, where no mortal succumbed to the kiss of death; or, Dracula would sit, unmoving like the marble busts of Grecian heroes and gods he kept, staring unblinking into the fire. These fires would die and he would sit until the warmth no longer provided an embrace and he would retire to the coffin. Not the bed as he had enjoyed, but when his mind was preoccupied, the coffin provided the best, secure environment.

The empty procession of hours and days blurred together, one no different from the other as Dracula found no delight in his usual fancies. No, no the only thing he waited hungrily for were those letters bearing remnants of the one he departed from in haste. He tore them open, not taking care as he typically did, and read and reread its contents. Analyzing and turning over the words, maybe in hopes of seeing a different meaning. 

With these letters he returned promptly. Such as this night, he sat at the cherry wood writing desk and began to answer the latest correspondence and had only written the first sentence when he felt before he heard the one he was writing to. 

He sat with his back to the voice’s source, a pained, or perhaps an angry look cut into his face. The bluest eyes gathered all the world’s anger and sorrow in them and his lips parted as if some declaration were to pass, yet nothing did. 

“....what do you think has happened...?” Vlad asked softly, no malice but a heaviness was evident in his voice as he turned slightly. For all the expression on his face, it was clear he had not drank from the red river of life since he had last seen Armand. His hair lost its sheen and his alabaster skin was ashen. “Tell me.” He longed to hear his voice and no longer read it in ink.

#answered #v; damned † (au) #childofmanynames #[ I hope that's ok funneling those two threads into this one ] #[ the one where vlad is all >:( to the written correspondence to this ]

[jenplayssims]

2, 5, and 14 for the ask game 🤗

2. Least favorite world in any sims game?

Probably Forgotten Hollow. I don't really play with occults, so for me it's just kind of...there. Vlad's lot makes for a nice cemetery, but otherwise I don't use that world for anything. It just doesn't appeal to me or my style of gameplay.

To give a not Sims 4 answer, Veronaville from Sims 2 kinda bugged me. I liked the idea, but some of the sims relationships being very different compared to their Shakespearean counterparts irked me. Beatrice and Benedick as twins, not lovers? No, thank you! Also the water table in that neighborhood was so low that building could be very tricky. It's fine as part of an Uberhood, but I didn't enjoy it on it's own.

5. Current favorite mod?

I don't play with a ton of mods, but recently installed Wonderful Whims and am really liking it! If EA won't give me an attraction system, this is the next best thing. It's nice to have some basis for who my sims date/marry. I'm also excited to try out Kuttoe's Enlist in War mod in the near future!

14. Why did you decide to start a Simblr?

For some reason, I resisted creating a Tumblr account for a long time LOL I used to have tabs open to CC creators I liked, and I'd check them periodically to look for new content. It started with a couple, then kept growing, until I finally decided it would be easier for me to create a Tumblr to keep track. I didn't intend to share anything of my own when I started it, but seeing others share their sims and stories gave me the urge to do the same. I was really into CAS for a while and created all the American Girl characters (using CC), as well as creating sims/families for each decade using only EA content. I figured other people might find those sims useful as townies in their games so decided to share. They've all been up on the gallery for a while, but it's nice to showcase them here too since I spent a lot of time on them. Then I got the urge to start a new Decades Challenge and debated sharing it. It's still hard for me to share it- I used to love to write but anyone actually SEEING it gives me an anxiety attack- so I'm still trying to find the balance between telling the story that's happening in my game without giving myself anxiety. I think it's more documentary than story, but I'm ok with that. I'm also hoping the accountability of documenting it here will help me finally finish the challenge! This is my 4th Decades Challenge and the furthest I've ever made it is the 1950s! If I do another one in the future, maybe I'll feel more comfortable doing more story telling.

Thanks for the asks, @aheathen-conceivably

#simblr ask games

[hirazuki]

I AM LATE BUT BACK, sorry work ate my life |D but yes! camelot movies are a bit different; mostly in order of events and dialogue and how certain events happen, not the big stuff, but some stuff is shuffled around and altered for time purposes. i'm pretty sure they also added mordred vs sanzang in the second one, that wasn't in the game. but it's still good! it's very very good, it's just a bit edited down etc because they crammed a whole chapter into 2 ovas rather than a whole 24 ep anime.

the extra anime does sound fun! i absolutely fucking adore Robin and Drake, so om nom nom more content for them is always wonderful, and i like nero's route in the game best so i'm glad it's her starring-- i should definitely check it out at some point once i finish apocrypha.

(i...am very early on into apocrypha. i need to finish that. i love everyone in it, they're all delightful. especially astolfo and achilles, though honorary mentions for karna and vlad.)

kojiro BALLS honestly he's really cool and i hope he gets more stuff in future events, we do get a 'gudaguda' historical japan event every year and i think they finally ran out of sengoku shenanigans, so maybe he'll get to star in a future one? here's hoping he deserves it (or maybe he'll be in that new koei tecmo game, since musashi is in it!)

you have excellent taste tbh, everyone on that list is amazing, and i stan shishigou SO HARD you have no idea he's So Cool. waver too, i love him as small and dorky but also older and...still dorky. but hotter. Gil, Cu, Emiya, Robin, Merlin, and Dantes are some of my favs but honestly i can't name a servant i HATE 100% (okay yes i can, but that's just one of them XD)

No worries!! UGH I hate when that happens, I wish work was just. not a thing XD

Oh, yeah, that makes sense, with Babylonia they did a full anime season; I wish they had done the same for this, but I'll take what I can get! I don't really have the time/interest to explore the game chapter for myself, but I wonder if I could maybe find a let's play or something to watch, I'd be interested in seeing the content in full.

Haha, Apocrypha is also very differently structured in terms of Holy Grail War dynamics (14 servants on the field....... it's so many....) but I really, really liked it. Lots of pain, of course, but it's so well written and executed. Enjoy!! Astolfo is a gem <3 (Achilles I'm not a fan of, but I've never liked him in any form/media and idk why; I like to pretend we don't share heritage XD BUT that's just my personal taste and, as a Greek, the Apocrypha team did an absolutely excellent job with his portrayal! I honestly have zero complaints about how they've handled any of my culture's mythological/historical figures, they consistently produce some of the most intuitive and nuanced interpretations I've ever seen).

It's just my curse, always falling for the side characters with the least amount of screen time lmao. I hope so!! Fingers crossed! (though Musashi favoritism kind of abounds in sword/historical circles, so it that might not mean anything -- but I'll be very pleasantly surprised if he does turn out to be in it!!).

Lmao THANK YOU! You have excellent taste too, Gil is one of the best boys and Cu is amazing as well <3 Shishigou is just so badass (and a necromancer, so instant bonus points for me) and his attitude is so relatable, he'd be my number one pick for a Fate mentor figure, you know? YES I love both young Waver and older Waver, and can I say how much I adore that he's so completely and utterly out of shape? Wheezing when he runs? I love that about him XD

I haven't spent too much time with Robin and Dantes so I can't really say anything worthwhile other than they are awesome and I love their designs, but MERLIN is also a top choice, 10/10, he's absolutely irritating but also a delight and his relationship with Fou is one of the best things ever.

Same! There are definitely characters that I don't like, as in, they don't vibe with me, but no one who I dislike as a character in terms of their role/purpose in the story, everyone is extremely well written.

#what i really want from fate at the moment is more el-melloi case files tbh #like. Fate universe + victorian mystery aesthetic??? yes please #XD

[enigmaris]

Starting Ectober2020 off as best I can!

Todays Prompt: Fog/Splatter

Last year for the last five days of ectober week I started a really cool MCU/DP AU that I never did anything with again and when I started writing for this year, I finally got an idea of how to continue it! So, like. Thanks Ectober for fic ideas lol. 

#Ectoberweek2020 #danny phantom #fic #MCU #crossover fic #link to fic #I hope you all enjoy Vlad content #Cause he's here now

[thebibliosphere]

Why did you write two versions of Hunger Pangs?

What’s the difference and is one more “valid” than the other?

I get a lot of questions when people find out I wrote two versions of Hunger Pangs (Phangs). To answer that second question first, the only difference is that one contains explicit sexual content, and the other merely alludes to it.

The Flirting with Fangs edition (red cover) contains multiple scenes that depict sexual acts, either solo or partnered. (link)

The Fluff and Fangs edition (blue cover) is less explicit. I say less because while the scene(s) fade to black, some elements of physical affection are still shown, along with a fairly involved conversation about consent and kink. This is in the latter half of Chapter 28, and as noted on my website, you can skip this part if it makes you uncomfortable and not miss anything important to either the plot or character development. (link)

Both versions contain heat ratings and content warnings on my website. I can’t put it in/on the books themselves because Amazon is going after authors for mentioning content warnings (link), so when in doubt, check www.joydemorra.com or send me a message!

And no, one version is not more “valid” than the other. Both are canon. If it helps, think of them as parallel universes running side by side down the narrative timeline. The plot and character development remain the same; the scenes have just been altered to accommodate reader preference. 

Then why do this at all?

As stated above, I wrote two different versions primarily to accommodate reader preference. When I first started writing Hunger Pangs: TLB, I was widely known on Tumblr for being “that erotica editor.” (link) I used to be a ghostwriter for my publishing house, too, so chances are some of you have already read my work under another author’s name*. A large chunk of my professional life has been spent writing sexually explicit content. It’s what I was then known and popular for, so it never occurred to me that anyone who was sex averse or didn’t enjoy reading about sex would be interested in my work.

And then those exact people started messaging me to let me know they were super excited about my work, couldn’t wait to buy a copy and would just skip past the sex parts that made them uncomfortable.

And that didn’t sit right with me. 

Phangs is a bit of a weird project. It was started via a Tumblr shitpost (link) and grew from there. It was funded entirely by the support of my Patreon, which people kept supporting even after it took me years longer to finish it than initially planned because my health took a proverbial nose dive into the tenth circle of hell. It is not an exaggeration to say my Patreon and Tumblr kept me alive during that time. You kept our lights on and put what little food I could eat into my fridge. You supported me both physically and emotionally during one of the worst times of my life. And during that time, I wrote the entire Phangs series, assuming it would be edited and published posthumously**. It was both my swan song and a parting gift. A means of saying thank you for all your support over the years and the fervent hope you’d feel my love on every page. Because never doubt this, I wrote Phangs for you. Phangs is a love letter to fandom from start to finish. It’s written specifically to appeal to fandom and all the things we love about it.

So when people told me they were going to buy it but skip parts of it, I felt the need to make sure they were getting equal amounts of content for their money. So the “fluff” version of the narrative was born, replacing the sex-based scenes with more emotional and “fluffy” but still intimate interactions that keep the character arcs and plot intact.

For the first book, I tried to keep the scenes as similar in theme as possible. That’s why Chapter 28 still features a frank discussion around kink and consent, as a large part of Vlad’s character arc is learning that his wants and desires matter, but more importantly, so do his boundaries. But I also purposefully wrote it so that you can skip away after that conversation and not miss anything in the lead-up to the fade to black/implied sex scene. As the series progresses, the scenes may differ more as I play around having fun with it. But the fact remains that the characterization and plot will always stay true.

It’s merely about what kind of reading experience you want.

Do I expect other authors to do this? Absolutely not. This is a labor of love. The “fluff” version being popular is merely a bonus that enables me to keep writing. So thank you. I’m off to keep working on the next story.

 *Before anyone asks, no, I can’t tell you who. I signed NDAs that are still in effect.

**Jokes on me, I guess because I lived, and now I have to edit and rewrite all 500-f*cking-k of it. 

#Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites #Hunger Pangs Series #Phangs Universe #Hunger Pangs asks #FAQ: links