#honestly i still do think he will come around after vampire reveal

[kimmkitsuragi]

oh i actually see what people mean now by astarion hating good characters with passion in early game. hmm. i thought Lou was good too (at least when it mattered lmao) but now im actually trying to play a Nice person (which honestly does not come naturally to me) and he's like "ughhhh not you again 🙄 what do you want?!"

#TIL being a good and nice person is a lot different from being a little bit of a bitch with a moral compass #the player learns the difference between lawful good and chaotic good 🤩 #honestly yes he hates me. but also this just means a lot of people out there are playing goody two shoes characters all the time #if they are having this much trouble with romancing him lmaoooo #honestly i still do think he will come around after vampire reveal #but anyway not being at least a little bitchy or self serving or sarcastic is. so hard #lynn is like i can be your angle 😇 or yuor devil (bhaalspawn) 😈 #they are like freshly got my memories wiped and i have a parasite in my head. weird #let me try to be a good person tho. but there's this darkness in me....... it's probably nothing :) #playing bg3

[felidacy]

Vampire!Tim early Robin days

A little more about the idea I had without any context to what happened before or after. Maybe someday I get enough motivation to actually write and post it. 

The first few months of being Robin for Batman –Batman only never Bruce Wayne, because they aren’t close and beyond nightly activities they do not interact– are a harsh adjustment for Tim. However, not in the way that Agent A, Nightwing, or Batman assume. The training is hard, Tim will not deny that when he bears bruises and broken bones from the sessions they hold, but it is his morals that have the hardest time adjusting. 

Now Tim does not believe in killing when it’s avoidable or else he would have never considered himself a possible candidate for Batman, whom he blackmailed so the man had no option to begin with when it was Agent A who gave him the suit to save Nightwing and Batman. So Tim can’t take all of the blame. Tim had become the cuckoo that snuck into the nest even though both parties denied themselves getting closer to each other. The thing is, Tim even before being Robin or following the pair of vigilantes was desensitized to a more gruesome degree of violence, and quite honestly he couldn’t understand why you should hold back when they are the bad guys. ( Not that any of them knew about the secret of his and he didn’t plan on ever revealing it as well. )

Batman was all about punishing the bad guys, but he never truly committed to the cause of it. He called himself the justice of Gotham, the vengeance that the people needed, and yet he never truly stops them. He is too soft in Tim’s eyes. 

This is why Tim finds himself standing face-to-face with a bunch of asshole goons. Alone even though he shouldn’t be on solo patrols yet, what the bats didn’t know couldn’t hurt them. Batman thought that Tim seriously went home already? To that cold mansion where the silence persists at all times? Safe to say that Tim prefers working in the shadows instead. That belief of Batman makes the man incredibly naive. 

(It hurts less than the alternative of the man knowing, but not caring enough about Tim to make him stop. Tim always cared too much about those that didn’t feel the same way about him and he only realized that when he was dropped by them. So far Batman didn’t so Tim hoped desperately that for once someone could start caring about him the same way.)

“Look at that boys! A little birdy dropped in on us.” The front and biggest man grinned and that earned laughter from his fellow comrades. 

Tim’s eyes went past the four men to the little blonde girl that was held down by another one of them. He had only stopped when Tim intercepted. It was a sickening feeling that began bubbling up in Tim as he took in the disgusting men and what they were about to do, could still do because Tim has yet to free her. Gritting his teeth he can feel the sharp fangs start to dig into his own lips and the taste of blood rushes through his mouth. That is when the familiar greed to get more, to still his hunger, comes over him. Batman should be far away enough by now. Hurriedly Tim glances around to make sure that neither cameras are in the alleyway they are currently in. Satisfied when he spies none of them, Tim retracts his Bo-staff and gets into a fighting stance. 

“You underestimate us if you think you can beat us with those thin arms of yours, Robin! Where is your daddy bats, huh?!” Spats another one of them. 

Of course, that is a true statement when one looks at his physique. Watching as the men spout more poor jokes, he tilts his head to the side much like a curious bird would do. None of them know yet of the danger that will befall them any moment as the eyes behind the mask slowly change to an unsettling dark void. Tim was always more slender, small, and light to the point even Agent A doubted he could put on muscles or grow in size. When the old butler looked at Tim it was as if he was looking at someone else. The pained expression said it all and Tim knew that he was just an awful reminder of a boy that was forever gone. Tim was used to those looks ever since his parents presented him to high society and they wondered if he would even live long. As a result, Tim learned to live off of spite as he began to hate looks of pity just because the human eye was too shallow to see beyond. 

They saw him as a weak human, not anyone but his parents being aware that he couldn’t be any less human. 

He was quite literally the monster. And right now, alone in this alleyway with the goons and a girl that will forget because she’s in too much of a shock, Tim feels like being a monster again instead of being Robin. 

“You are wrong,” Tim states, which makes the goons snarl at him in return and throw swear words at him he isn’t impressed by. “You are underestimating me.” 

It all happens so fast from that point on. The goons pull out their weapons, guns and knives respectively, in their anger and that is what makes them predictable. Tim flashes his bloody teeth at them while the moonlight reflects off of his fangs and lets out an incredibly chilling, hollow laugh that is so unlike the cheery laughter he normally has as Robin. 

But right now he isn’t Robin after all. Being the monster, not acting on the morals of Batman, that is when Tim is the most comfortable. Sadly for them, that also just brings greater danger to them. 

The men are taken by surprise as they stumble back and that is all Tim needs. Flexing his jaw, Tim launches at them. They hardly have a chance to scream as his fangs and hands that sharpened to claws rip at their flesh. Blood splatters against the walls and their cries for help are drowned out by gurgling until they fall silent. One by one he stalks them like a predator, unforgiving just like they had been towards the girl. (Tim would like to say he does it for justice. He is a liar.) Any attacks of them are in the end meaningless as the wounds heal again when the sweet elixir of life for Tim runs down his throat. 

He is exhilarated, the best kind of drug for his kind making him ecstatic. 

- - - -

Only one of the men gets to live long enough to run and spread the word that Robin is dangerous and slaughtered them all. Of course, none of them believed the man. Along with a certain blonde girl that saw more than she was supposed to, but unlike the man she was smarter and held on to the secret. It is Robin, after all, not even Rogues would assume that a child would be capable of such a massacre. 

But then over time, more bodies pile up along with the initial survivor and a warning to them all. Robin would always be close by and show a seemingly sweet smile and act innocent next to Batman and Nightwing, but whenever neither of them was close the teeth behind it were sharp on occasion and the voice was cold whenever directed at them. 

None ever disclosed the older vigilantes about their little Robin that hid in the shadows and held a dangerous edge to himself. They believed that the two were turning a blind eye to the young one (wrong) or that Robin was talented enough to hide it from the two and was barely kept on the good side because the bats had a tight leash on him (right). 

Nobody ever dared to voice out loud that they were thankful the feral child –if one could call him that– was not killing all of them. The underworld of Rogues began fearing Robin to an unreasonable amount and began working on a ‘feral Robin safety measures’ warning system in secret because of his unpredictable behavior. They began to fear for their lives when the boy got more regular solo patrols or even later on when none of the other bats were in Gotham. It was a red alert and not even one breakout would happen then. The bats would always wonder about it and make quips, unaware of the truth. 

(Red Robins paired with the Red Hood nights were the most silent.)

#Tim Drake #Dark Tim #Tim drake as a Vampire #batfamily #Tim's questionable body count #Tim does some manslaughter #Jason will feel a bit crazy because he swears that something is wrong there #feral tim drake #Tim Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss Drake #the rogues invent a Tim warning system for themselves

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

okay final amc interview with the vampire rewatch thoughts:

- I liked the pacing much better. the middle episodes felt like a slog to watch week by week but I think it’s much better suited to bingeing. there were still choices I didn’t love, but the plot was going at a consistent clip the entire time.

- sam reid and jacob anderson were both fantastic! galaxy brained takes on both characters. bailey bass.. her acting is good but I am too southern to be able to take that accent seriously 😭😭 it was painful

- lestat is still given more narrative dignity and power than I would like. he’s introduced having his own wealth and he is the one giving louis money as opposed to being the broke unwanted houseguest who invited himself. he doesn’t use claudia to babytrap louis, louis has to beg him to change her (hated this!). he is given a personal pawn in antoinette, and is allowed to see the murder attempt coming. I feel like sam reid brings the necessary vain, overeager desperation to the role to offset it, but the plot is still like that

- I’m still deeply unsatisfied with all of the choices they made with claudia. I think it’s a huge cop out to have louis save her from a fire that she 100% would not have survived otherwise. I missed the very key book element of it being louis who killed her and lestat who “saved” her by making her into a vampire. I also disliked how cleanly her relationship with lestat becomes one of hate after episode five. there’s zero mixed feelings and they’re both so on the same page about how much they hate each other. I get what they’re trying to do with “they’re too alike therefore they can’t stand each other” but that doesn’t preclude a more complicated dynamic

- I hated that all of claudia’s issues surrounding never growing up seemed to revolve around sex and romance. she’s given the sweet romance/almost romance that ends poorly and marks her slide into being more recklessly murderous and her dissatisfaction with vampirism. meanwhile there’s the OC vampire they invented to assault her… as a monkey’s paw curls situation I guess?? and to cement her vulnerability to other vampires. a lot of her arc feels so defined by men in a way that’s not really about her. it also doesn’t help that in casting an older teenage actress, it’s harder to buy that she would run into issues day to day with living on her own or passing as a young looking adult. idk she just felt particularly Written By A Man to me

- I’m also still unsure how I feel about the more literal domestic violence allegory. with daniel’s cynical quips about stockholm syndrome and abuse. or the way the big fight is framed when it looks like louis might leave lestat for claudia. I don’t mind them becoming violent with each other, it seems like that would be second nature to vampires who are killing every night. their relationship with violence would simply be different than a typical person’s. but then I think the fight’s framing was perhaps too typical to make sense for vampires? idk idk I like abuse narratives and I think interview as a story has always been in part about usurping an abuser so… seeing physical abuse… makes sense but this also felt too on the nose. so I am on the fence

- the pilot and the finale were the strongest episodes by far. I really appreciate this series’ dedication to style and atmosphere. it’s the first piece of contemporary vampire media in a while that feels like it actually wants to be about vampires

- I was shrieking at every single little hint at the larger vc lore, even when I knew full well it was coming. I’m honestly too attached to the first book so any loose show adaptation was destined to be prickly for me but I have zero reservations about the rest of the series. I’m so fucking excited to see it continue and cover more of the books!!! I will PASS OUT when we actually get to the theatre des vampires

- having the armand reveal confirmed makes the entire show so fucking insane???? I was watching this with maka and dolce who had NOT seen this before and it was such a struggle not to dissolve into hysterics every time he was in frame. like what deranged psychosexual nonsense???

- like louis describing being so desperately in love with lestat in excruciating detail while his current bf is literally always in the room?? the extent armand goes to to keep up the charade that he’s just an unassuming human ☺️ no reason to be suspicious at all ☺️☺️ it’s even funnier having the second season trailer out, knowing that he’s devised like an entire costume and sense of style for this rashid character purely to fuck with daniel 😭

#amc interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #vampire chronicles #interview with the vampire #iwtv #i ramble sometimes

[kudzuoath]

6, 8, 15, and 25 for Temperance pleasee?

I cannot convey to you how excited I get when people ask me about her! Thank you so much for sending this in!

(Questions are from here)

What companion are you platonically close with?

Temperance honestly loves all of them dearly. Wyll and Karlach are almost always in her party, though. It's really a matter of (very small) degrees by the end of the game. She's ride are die for all of her companions. Astarion and Shadowheart are both being pulled along back to Waterdeep if they let her though.

I'd say out of everyone she connects with Lae'zel, Halsin, and Minsc the least. Which isn't to say she doesn't like or care about them, just that they didn't end up clicking as much as she did with the others.

Who are they suspicious of?

Suspicious isn't quite the word, but keeping in the spirit of it, she was extremely Wary around Wyll -- to the point where he's not recruited until he comes after Karlach. Why? Because she is a wanted woman, and out of everyone she meets he's most likely to recognize her. And he does -- even if he doesn't realize it's from a wanted posted.

Actually suspicious and not just wary -- Shadowheart, and Astarion. For obvious reasons. They're both just very suspicious people. That said even suspicious of Shadowheart she's still friendly to her from the start because she sort of senses a kindred exhaustion in her. Astarion just is shaped like a red flag and she doesn't start to 'trust' him until after the vampire reveal.

What NPC's do they like? Which one's do they dislike?

Temperance immediately takes a liking to Lia, Cal, and Rolan (in that order)-- admittedly the latter because his ego and grandiosity amuses her. She also likes all of the tiefling refugees and stays in contact with all of the ones who survived even after the game, including Rolan and his family. She also really liked Aylin and Isobel.

On the other hand, Temperance can't stand Valeria, is unimpressed with Councillor Florrick, and wants to bite Wyll's father, Ulder Ravengard. She's also not particularly fond of Volo. She doesn't hate him or anything, and she's polite, but he makes her eye and her tail twitch. She also didn't much like Voss, or any of the Zhents she encountered sans Olly (and in his case it was less she liked him and more that she didn't hate him).

Lorroakan opened his mouth and she wanted to feed him his teeth. Hell, the moment she spotted Rolan's face at the front desk that wizard was marked for death.

Obviously the antagonists are on her shitlist. And Mystra, Cazador, Shar, Mizora, Zariel and Vlaakith. But so is the Emperor. I cannot convey to you how much simmering loathing that being managed to evoke in her. She would kill the emperor a second time given the chance. With her teeth.

What arcana major best represents your Tav?

Funnily enough, none of the major arcana speak to me for Temperance as a whole -- though a combination of several could fit. A lot of it depends on where she is in her journey.

On the other hand, the Ten of Swords in the minor aracna suits her entire life very well.

UPRIGHT: Painful endings, deep wounds, betrayal, loss, crisis

REVERSED: Recovery, regeneration, resisting an inevitable end

The reversed card in particularly speaks to her present, while the upright version speaks to her past. I think by the end of her arc the card that best suits her is -- ironically -- Temperance.

#temperance crier #and now i should go to sleep

[harringrovetrashrat]

so i'm writing the fic of it out lmao but

doing a what we do in the shadows inspired harringrove where steve is the vamp and billy is his familiar. billy is not a vampire hunter like guillermo, but he does badly wanna be a vamp. he's been steve's help for 7 years now and like, how long does it take?? he's getting older and like, he kinda wants to still look like this when he gets bit

billy is annoyed, but figures it takes like a decade or something. maybe a big thing to prove he should be gifted with being a vamp. he can deal with it. steve is great no he doesn't think how great it would be if he and steve could be together forever no he totally is gonna go off after being turned and just do his own shit, he didn't fall in love these past few years and sooooo doesn't wanna stay as long as steve will have him hopefully forever and compared to what some other familiars have had to do, he's probably got it easy

and then carol comes home one night, talking about a girl she turned. just for fun. just because she could

"what?" she asks, face still dripping with blood "there's no-- familiars are rarely turned i thought you knew that. usually they're used for menial tasks. honestly i'm not sure why steve keeps you around because you don't even do that."

and billy is floored. he's furious. he confronts steve. demands to know what he's up to

"what, were you having fun dangling this over my head? Ha ha, the sad sack wants to be a vampire, watch the monkey dance for something he'll never get." and billy shoves steve, angrier still that steve just lets him. steve breaks alarm clocks on the regular, billy knows he's strong. "i am just some stupid human to you? like some cute fucking pet?!" and billy is so angry because he thought maybe steve liked him, but no, he's just some huge butt of the joke--

"no, billy!" steve protests, grabbing billy's wrists and holding them. "billy, please, that's not it--"

"then what is it?!" billy screams, angry tears starting to spill down his cheeks in the way he hates.

"you're going to leave me!" steve screams back and it's so broken and sad it's like a wave rocking billy to his core. the force of it makes him let steve go and stumble back. steve himself slumps against the wall and slides down, taking a shuddery breath and covering his eyes with his arm. “you’re going to leave me and i’d rather have any time with you than… than live an eternity knowing i can’t have you.” steve sniffles. “it’s easier if… if you’re mortal. then it’s not your choice to leave.” billy stares at where steve sits, rubbing his eyes onto an outrageously poofy sleeve of a renaissance shirt, the side tucked into the waist of the cat print boxers steve loves so much.

“why would i– why do you– what?” billy asks, because he’s so confused. because he’s happy and overwhelmed and still angry and so fucking confused–

“you always talk about your plans,” steve says, eyes red as he reveals himself from behind his sleeve. “about how you’re gonna leave, travel the world, do great things. and… and how you’re gonna do it alone.” billy had said all those things, that was true. but–

“i–” billy begins.

“it’s stupid,” steve says, “that i’ve been so fucking selfish. but i… i don’t think i can exist knowing you’re out there and i can’t have you.”

“you have me,” billy croaks out. “are you kidding? you’ll always have me.” and steve just looks pained.

“please, don’t lie to me–”

“steve, you can tell if i’m lying. i give you permission okay.” he takes steve’s hand, holds it to his heart as steve stares with wide brown eyes. billy takes a deep breath and says all the things he never thought he would. because he never thought that an old vampire, one who had lived for centuries, would have seen him and wanted him. would have thought he was funny, and worthy, and handsome. hoped, but steve had lived so much life, billy was an insignificant part. at least, he had thought he was. “i have been saying all those things to convince myself it’s what i wanted. because i fell in love with you along the way these past few years and i couldn’t– originally it is what i wanted. and i thought i could lie to myself enough that it would still be true.” steve is staring, gaping, shocked at the vulnerability billy was showing. “but it’s not what i want. not anymore.”

“what do you want?” is the whispered, eager response.

“you. forever.” and without another hesitation, steve pulls billy forward, kisses his neck, and bites.

#vampire steve #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #wwdits inspired #carol perkins #apologues everything is lowercase lmao #regular fic i do with Grammar and Capitalization but ramblings usually not #just wanted to get this bit out at least

[not-a-space-alien]

Savage Sunset Chapter 19S

In this chapter: Sleepy kitten Valen, Ari has issues 

Content warnings: Aftermath of torture, blood

Story masterpost

Complementary chapter

***

Lex wouldn’t stop going to check if Valen was awake.  She kept calling it his “nap,” and Ari kept correcting her that he needed to get a full night’s sleep–or day’s sleep, or whatever.  It was like trying to convince someone excited about baking cookies not to keep opening the oven to check on their progress and let all the heat out.

He slept so, so long.  At one point Lex proposed that they check if he was still inside the coffin, for fear he’d somehow disappeared.  Ari told her that was ridiculous, while simultaneously also secretly worrying about it a little bit.  Lex confirmed that she could hear breathing and very quiet snoring when she put her ear to the coffin, though.

He was out cold.  Lex and Ari went to bed, and when they woke up, he was still asleep, no sign of waking up, and still inactive for several hours afterwards.

The poor guy must have been fucking exhausted.  No wonder he seemed unable to think clearly or make good decisions, on top of the expected anxiety and fear inherent to the situation.

They killed time by doing their quietest hobbies, and ended up calling Jerome and Bailey to come over later, anticipating that he would, hopefully, be awake by nightfall at the latest.  All four of them made sure to call out of work, so they could give Valen their full attention for a little while.  Lex and Ari were still considering a career change, all things considered, but best not to make any big decisions that quickly. 

“We have to feed him when he wakes up,” Ari said, crossing her arms and not looking happy about it.

Not hard to guess why.  Valen had taken the last bag of blood nicked from the hospital with him after his ill-fated escape attempt.  That probably wasn’t a sustainable source of blood for him–it was doubtful they could talk the same people into letting it slide twice, so they had to manage getting the blood themselves.  But they couldn’t let Valen feed on Lex, because she was still recovering from having half her blood spilled, and Bailey and Jerome weren’t able to come until that night.

That just left Ari.  Lex could honestly not think of anything Ari would like to do less than purposefully let a vampire feed on her.  Bottom during sex, maybe.  She hate hate hated being vulnerable, and purposefully getting into a position where someone else could, or would, hurt her.  Not that she had low pain tolerance–quite the opposite, in fact.  It was more of a control issue.  Unfortunately, the process inherently required giving some control to Valen, which was exactly why Ari really, really hated being the only one able to do it at the moment, because her sense of duty wouldn’t let her make him go hungry for longer than necessary.

“I can do it,” Ari said.  Of course.  In Ari’s mind, she could do anything, until proven otherwise.  “Just, just give me some time to ramp up to it.”

Ari knew he deserved to be fed as soon as he woke up.  He would be hungry after sleeping so long, and Ari knew what it was like to wake up and not be able to get coffee first thing in the morning, and maybe that was a similar thing.

As she embraced the idea that she would have to let a vampire feed from her soon, she started listening for Valen to wake like waiting for a bomb to drop.

Eventually, Lex swore she could hear him moving around inside.

"Give it a rest, would you?" Ari said, keeping her voice low.  “I’m sure he’ll say something when he’s awake.”

There was a gurgle from inside the coffin, the tired call of someone who’d just woken up from deep, deep sleep trying to indicate they were awake.

Ari approached the coffin, but Lex rushed over and overtook her.  “Can I open the door?” she blurted out, hand already on the handle.

“Yes,” came his tiny, muffled voice from inside, followed by the sound of the lock clinking open.

Lex pulled it open to reveal Valen, looking disoriented and squinting against the light, eyes lidded heavily with sleep, hair wildly messed up on top of his head--and to Lex’s delight, clutching the cat plushie.

"Good morning!" Lex said. "How are you feeling? How did you sleep?"

Eyes still encrusted with sleep, Valen rubbed his face. "Good morning… how…how long was I asleep?"

"Sixteen fucking hours," Ari said. "You just had a godly power nap, my dude."

"You deserve it," Lex said. "How are you feeling?"

"A little better," he mumbled.

"Did this thing help you sleep?" Ari said, nudging the coffin with her foot.

He nodded.

"Good. Do you wanna hang out in there a bit more, or come out onto the couch?"

“The couch sounds nice,” he said quietly.  It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Lex and Ari lifted him up and out, settling him onto the couch and piling up a fortress of pillows around him, to make him as comfortable as possible.

“There,” said Lex.  “I know it probably still hurts, but how are you feeling?”

He wrung his hands, as though afraid to say, and then timidly said, “Hungry, ma’am.  I-I feel a lot better, but, but I would be very grateful if-if there was more blood in the fridge, if I would be allowed to have it.”

Yep, just like they’d thought.  If he was hungry enough to ask for it while being so clearly scared shitless, definitely time to feed.  Ari started, “Oh, we actually ran out of that stuff from the hospital.”

“Oh.  When-when will you–When will getting more be feasible?”

“Oh, um,” Ari said, averting her eyes.  “I don’t think we can really get blood that way again, it was sort of a one-time thing, special circumstances.  I think if I went back to the hospital and asked for more, that’d be pushing it and they might start asking questions.”

Valen’s face crumpled with despair, and he wrapped his arms around himself.  “All right.  I understand, ma’am.” 

The poor boy thinks that means we’re not going to feed him, Lex realized with a jolt.  Come on, Ari, get on with it.  She nudged Ari with her foot.

“Yeah,” Ari continued, too slow, painfully.  “And, um, Lex can’t really feed you, since, since she lost all that blood recently, not sure how long it’ll be before she’s fully back from that.  So…”

Valen’s face heated up and he was clearly holding back angry tears.  He shook a little, biting his tongue.  Come onnnnnn.  When Ari didn’t keep going, Lex elbowed her, knocking the wind out of her.  “What Ari is saying is that since there aren’t other options, she’s going to feed you.”

Valen perked up, still shaking, cautiously hopeful.  “Real-really?” 

“Yeah,” Ari said, absolutely failing to keep her unhappiness off every feature of her body.  Come on, Ari, you’re going to make him too scared to eat.  “Obviously it’s not ideal, but I’m really the only one here with enough blood for you to drink.  So.  So, have at it, I guess.”

Ari just stood there.  Come on, Ari, you’re the one who’s always stomping around to stop delaying and get moving. 

Lex watched Valen’s eyes trail up and down Ari, at a loss.  “Um,” he said, with all the bravery of someone approaching a live tiger.  “How do you want me to-”

“Not on the neck,” Ari said quickly.

“R-right…”  Valen looked like he was trying not to cry again.

“The arm would be good, I guess,” Ari said.

“O-okay,” Valen said.

“What?” jabbed Ari.  “That not good enough for you?”

He clutched the blanket to his chest and looked up at her with wide, fearful eyes.

“Ari, you know that’s not it,” Lex said.  “Come on.  Relax.”

Ari visibly untensed her shoulders.  “Right.  Sorry.”

“You can’t just tell him to feed and then stand there when you know he can’t reach you.”

Ari flushed, looking embarrassed and vulnerable.  “Right.  Sorry.”  She took a few steps towards Valen and held her arm out.  “Well, there, go-go ahead then.”  She tapped the skin of her forearm.  “Right about there should be good, right?”

Valen bit his lip.  “I-I can’t, I’m sorry.  Bite you.  I can’t.”

Sweet boy, even when we offer he feels like he can’t.

“Sure you can,” Ari said gruffly.  “Gave you permission and everything.”

“No, no, I-”  He whimpered, sinking down into the pillows.  “I-I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, I really appreciate this, I-I really, really do, but-but-”

“What’s the problem?”

“I don’t have my fangs, and-and I don’t know if I can really bite hard enough to draw blood with my blunt teeth, and, and-”

Oh.  His fangs had been pulled out, and he couldn’t feed without them, not unless he just bit Ari with his whole mouth hard enough to draw blood, which definitely seemed like a worse option.

Ari’s eyebrows shot up as she reached the same conclusion.  “Oh.  Oh.  Shit.  Fuck.  Yeah, sorry.”  She retracted her arm.  “Okay how about this, then, I’ll just make a cut on my arm for you to drink from, then when you’re done, you just close it up.”

Relief washed over his face.  “Yes, that-that sounds perfect.  Thank you, ma’am.”

Ari withdrew her hunting knife, and Valen whimpered, averting his eyes.  Ari made a small cut on her arm, then sat on the couch next to Valen.  “Bon Appétit.”

“Th-thank you,” he wept.  “Is-is it really okay?”

“Yep.  Now come on, before it gets cold.  Hah.”

Valen leaned down and drank, movements soft and slow.  Lex could tell what Ari was thinking:  I guess this isn’t so bad.  She was doing a good job of hiding whatever discomfort was left.  She brought her hand up and stroked the nape of his neck.  “There you go,” Ari said encouragingly.  “Good boy.”

He shivered and flushed hot in the face.  Lex eyed him, keeping in mind what Ari had said about it.  He just looked embarrassed.

After a few moments, he swiped his tongue over the wound to seal it and then raised his head.  “Thank you,” he said, voice thick.

“‘Course,” said Ari.  “We can’t let you starve now, can we?” 

Valen dipped his head down, licking his lips.  “Um, ma’am, have you been tested for diabetes?”

Ari furrowed her brow.  “What?”

Valen’s face snapped into wild panic, and he shrank back.  “I’m–I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have, shouldn’t have said, said that, I-”

“Are you saying you can taste diabetes in my blood?” Ari snapped.  “Or something?”

“I’m sorry,” he wept.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please-please forgive me, I-”

Ari stomped out of the room, huffing.  Valen continued to babble and shake.  “Alexis, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–I don’t know why–Please, just-”

Lex put her hands firmly on his shoulders, and he immediately shut up, quivering.   “Did you taste something in the-”

“Yes,” he said, tears streaming down his cheeks.  “Her blood sugar seemed high, I was just worried for her health, but I shouldn’t have said that, I didn’t mean to offend her, or, or make her uncomfortable, I’m-”

“Okay,” she said, giving him a squeeze, “Just calm down.  Calm down, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Okay, just.  Just stay there a minute.”

Lex followed Ari out into the dining room, where she sat stormily at the table, arms crossed.  “Ari, what the fuck,” Lex said.

“He can’t–He said–Where does he get off drinking my blood and then diagnosing me?” Ari said.  “He’s being weird while drinking my literal fucking blood.”

“Ari, what’s your fucking problem?  This whole situation is weird.”

Ari’s face spasmed.  “I don’t have diabetes.”

“Ari,” Lex says, exasperated.  “For fuck’s sake.”

“I’m not getting tested for diabetes.”

Lex stomped over to Ari and slammed her hand on the table, pointing to the living room with the other.  “You’re going to march right back in there and explain to that boy that he didn’t do anything wrong, and you just got upset because you have a complex about going to the doctor, because if you’re just macho and independent enough, that means you don’t get sick.  You fucking idiot.”

Ari flushed deep red.  Lex had cut to the exact truth immediately, and it felt humiliating to be so thoroughly outed and embarrassed.  “Okay, just give me a minute.”

“No.  Now.”

Ari’s face screwed up.  “F-fine.”

She got up and walked back into the living room, refusing to make eye contact with Valen.  “Diabetes runs in my family,” she said.  “I get freaked out thinking about it.  It wasn’t anything you did.”

“Oh,” says Valen, looking a bit calmer.  “Okay.  That’s understandable.  I was just–just hoping to possibly be helpful if you didn’t know.  Getting treatment earlier can be-”

“I know,” Ari said quickly, and Valen cowered again.  Lex gave her a little kick in the shin.  “Ow–I mean.  Yeah, I know I should go to the doctor.  Thank you for worrying about my health.”

“And?” said Lex.

“And…I hope you feel better.”

“And you’re…?”

“I’m…hoping that you feel better?”

“You’re sorry, Ari.  You’re sorry that you got upset with him and made him scared.”

Ari rubbed the back of her head, finding her feet interesting.  “Oh.  Yeah.  That, that too.  You don’t deserve to get scared or anything.  I know I can be kind of intense sometimes.”

Valen nodded.  “Thank you.  I understand.”

“Now, then,” said Lex, with a little clap.  “We talked to Bailey and Jerome on the phone, and they’re gonna come over tonight, all right?  Unless you don’t want them to?”

Fear flashed across his face.  “What are they coming over for?  Ma’am?  If I may ask?”

“They’re going to feed you, too,” Ari said.  “You’re gonna need more than just one feeding until you’re back to a healthy weight.”

“Oh,” said Valen, expression unreadable.  “Th-thank you.  That sounds wonderful.”

“They’re bringing a board game, too.  Hope you like Monopoly.”

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[theurgic-necromancer]

Jack of Hearts - How does your muse view their friends, both old and new?

Card Suits

((He cares them all very much :)

His old friends are people he spent a lot of time traveling with, getting to know them and coming to like them. ...For the most part. There are a couple of companions he never really liked. Often because they often antagonized other people he liked for no good reason, or in one particular case, were actively manipulating someone who was fairly naive to the ways of the world. And also happened to be someone he liked lmao

Still, he cares deeply for his old friends, and hates to think about how many of them are likely dead of old age. (Because he's optimistic enough to hope they all lived very long and fruitful lives, no matter what they chose to do.) It would be nice to reconnect with the ones who are still alive, but that's likely going to be an undertaking and a half on its own.

I'm not going to go into too much detail about individual companions because, well. There's like... I want to say 31 potential companions between the first two games? So I'm not going to bother going over his relationships with Every Single One in this post. Feel free to send asks about them, though.

His new friends he's still getting to know, but he likes them! They've all got their charms, even despite their flaws.

He likes Gale a lot! Fellow wizard who knows his stuff and was willing to set him up with a new spellbook and help him re-learn how to do magic in this day and age. You mean he doesn't need to individually memorize each spell he wants to cast in a day? Fuck yeah, that's so much easier. They've hung out and chatted about everything from magical theory to cooking, and Sayran has been a very avid listener which Gale appreciates. Sayran has no idea that Gale has developed a bit of a crush on him.

He clicked with Astarion remarkably quickly lmao. What can I say, he's always had a thing for rogues. He does recognize that Astarion is kind of duplicitous and was maybe a little bit suspicious of him at first... but after finding out he's a vampire he's actually not all that suspicious of him anymore. Like, sure, the guy's clearly trying to manipulate him, but Sayran is reasonably confident that he's not angling to betray them all. And anyway, he's traveled with a vampire before. He knows the drill.

He likes and respects Lae'zel. Her bluntness and tendency to get straight to the point is honestly a little refreshing. And her commitment to getting them all cured of this whole mind flayer infection is actually a little touching? She's the most compassionate githyanki he's ever met—which is admittedly not a very high bar to clear, but the point still stands. He trusts her with his life, which is good because she knows about the Slayer form.

He and Shadowheart get along surprisingly well. Even moreso since both of them revealed they know the others' secrets: that Shadowheart is a priestess of Shar, and that Sayran is a Bhaalspawn. Shadowheart is the only one so far who's managed to figure that out on her own. There's a certain mutual understanding between them. While Shadowheart is open with the group about her worship (kinda got dragged out into the open regardless of her attempts to hide it), she also understands Sayran's desire to keep his heritage secret and is willing to help keep it under wraps.

He had Karlach for less than a day and he instantly liked her. She's just so... fun and excitable and full of life! It's hard not to like her. Also he is reasonably certain that the only thing keeping her from hauling him around like a sack of potatoes is the fact that she would literally set him on fire.

Wyll... he likes him, for the most part. However, he has one rather big, glaring flaw: his tendency to view the world in shades of black and white, Good™️ vs Evil™️. He's a little wary of Wyll possibly turning on him (or Zia) out of a misguided desire to purge the world of evil—and what could possibly be more Evil™️ than the half-mortal child of the Lord of Murder? On the other hand, he knows Zia and is very clearly fond of her, so he can't exactly bring himself to hate the guy outright.

And speaking of Zia! She is firmly in the category of Beloved Niece, and he lowkey wants nothing more than to dote on and spoil her like he should have been doing to her whole family line damn it. There is a bit of wistfulness there, a desire to hang onto her as the only living remnant of his now-dead sister. But also he's just... curious about her! He wants to get to know her as a person, on her own merits. Because it wouldn't be fair to her or Imoen to treat her like a replacement. And hey, if he can lend her a hand in dealing with some of the awful instincts she's inherited as a Bhaalspawn, all the better.))

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 127- Three Kings

Summary: Josie shares another dream memory. She awakes in Narcisse's bed. Josie is still angry with him but the persuasive warlock soon wins her over. Legolas receives three visitors. A long awaited secret is revealed, with a price. Catherine's evil reign continues. She tries to break a curse but it is too late. Stephane is injured. Catherine pays. Thranduil arises and demands answers. The Elvenking soon finds himself in a self induced predicament.

*Warnings* Angst, language, violence, poisoning, mentions of death,

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"Thranduil....Thranduil where are you my King...please, take me away from this awful place, I beg of you." you weakly cried out in your dream as you lied upon the forest floor, your head throbbing in pain and bleeding. Someone knelt beside you with an overpowering floral scent but you couldn't force your eyes to open. Something cool and soothing softly touched your forehead and then you began to float.

Muffled voices echoed about you, sounding of a man and a woman. The woman's was so beautiful and angelic.

"My lord, she is human. Are you sure this is the right thing to do?"

The man's was deep and decorative, yet so heavenly and protective.

"Do not question my authority. She is injured and needs my help, and I am going to offer it."

"Yes my lord."

You then realized you were not floating, but that he was carrying you.

"Thranduil!" you shrieked in panic as you awoke, forgetting where you were for a brief moment until Narcisse came running to you.

"Jo..it's alright, you're safe." he assured as he placed his hand on your cheek, in which you quickly threw your arms around him, remembering what happened with Asher. After a few moments, you then also remembered what Narcisse had done and how he treated you. Shoving him back, you swiftly stood up to realize you were now in a robe and not your bloodied dress.

You looked at him in panic. "How did I get into this?? Did you undress me??!!"

"Calm down Jo, of course I did not do such a thing. I had a female servant tend to you while I left the room. I know you think the worst of me, but I would never violate you like that."

You burst out laughing. "You mean like when you drew me naked and left it for all of Dorwinion to see?! I should never have came here. I need to get to my daughter, my god where is she??"

"Relax, relax Jo, she is safe with Lola in her chambers. I made sure to go find her when you collapsed at my door...and I also had my guard remove Asher and the soiled rug from your room. Everything is alright."

"Oh...." you softly said as your anxiety eased a bit. "Well, I still should never have come here."

Stephane arrogantly smiled in disbelief. "That's it? No...thank you?"

"I did not ask for your help nor do I want it."

"Oh but you did by coming to me and no one else. Not Haldir, not Garrett....me."

"Yeah well, Haldir is upset with me as if you didn't know that because of what you did and Garrett...well...." You thought quickly on that and made up an excuse. "I...I had blood all over me. He wouldn't have been able to handle that."

Honestly, you really weren't sure why you did not call for Garrett. He could have handled the blood. For being a vampire, he had self control like no other which you believed was the human that still resided within him, considering he would only seek out evil people to exist off of..... There was so much involved with what you felt for him. You told yourself it was about Raven...but deep down you knew it was guilt about Legolas and Thranduil.

"You can tell yourself that all you want Jo but you weren't thinking clearly at the time to worry about all that, and yet here you are. Your instincts brought you to me because I make you feel safe." Narcisse said with confidence.

"HA! Don't flatter yourself! You are the last person I feel safe with. You intentionally hurt me and it didn't even phase you in the least...you sat there and gloated over my humiliation! I am so over this and I am going to go get my daughter now and..."

"And what Jo? Where are you going to go? Back to the room where you just killed a man? You can't even get into your bath over a simple rat!"

He was right. Where were you going to go now? You definitely could not stay in that room ever again after that, for you knew you would see that horrible man laying there in every waking moment.

"Then I guess I will have to swallow my pride and go to Haldir. He may be perturbed right now, but he would not turn me and Leean away. I will just go to Lorien with him as planned and be free of this awful place!"

"First of all, he is not here right now. Lola said he went into the city...and secondly, you're going to go to him looking as you do, in a robe with dried blood underneath all over your skin that soaked through from your dress? I can see it on your neck Jo."

You gasped and placed your hand over your throat, which made you flinch as it was still tender from Asher's death grip.

"Are you alright??" Narcisse asked in concern as he came to you, pushing your hair back away from your neck. "Are you hurt? Show me."

You slowly removed your hand and pointed to a spot on your throat.

"Here...he grabbed me."

Narcisse tenderly glided his fingertips over your neck, noticing the newly peaking bruising underneath the flaky blood. His lips pursed in anger as his hand dropped.

"I wish I would have ended him myself and much sooner, back on the boat. I should have fed him to the sharks, but no, I wanted to make him suffer instead. This is all my fault."

He rubbed his hand over his mouth in frustration and turned away from you.

You stood quietly for a moment, taking in the fact that he was genuinely remorseful for what happened.

"Stephane....this. This is not your fault. You...you took care of him and he shouldn't have even been able to even walk but....somehow he escaped."

"Not once, but twice!" he reeled as he spun around. "It is my fault Jo because I am certain of how he escaped this time and she will pay ohhhh so dearly."

"You mean...Catherine? You think she set him free?"

"Oh I do not think it, I know it." he snarled. "I..I should have listened to you and done what you said by handling her, and yet I did nothing out of avoiding her wrath and what she holds...."

He quickly ceased his words which insanely perked your curiosity.

"What she holds? Stephane....what is going on? Has she done something to you or have something on you? or threatened you...or me? Is that why you did what you did to me??"

His eyes fell as he walked to the window. You followed him and made him turn to you.

"That's it isn't it? I felt something was off because I knew you were not acting yourself and that you wouldn't be so cruel to me like you were. Don't bother denying it because I saw it Stephane...in your eyes. It hurt you in doing what you did....and I see it now too. Please, tell me the truth."

The turmoil he was in had now greatly multiplied for he knew he could not tell you the truth, not all of it anyways so he offered half of it.

"You are right. It is Catherine. I believe she has placed some kind of dark magic upon me with your spell book that went missing, for I have not felt myself in days, and it all occurred shortly after you informed me of the missing book....She also had threatened you if I did not make you leave, but...I..I could not bring myself to do it, for I did not want you to go, so I cowardly tried to make you want to leave by doing what I did to you. Jo...I took no joy in hurting you like you believed...or still believe I did...I will make this right. I swear it to you."

You wanted to believe him, in fact, you did believe him but you were still scared to trust him, especially if he was right about a spell being cast upon him.

Your silence and your eyes told him that you were still wary of him.

"I can see you still do not trust my words."

"Can you blame me? You have been far from honest about all this...and now...you believe you are under some black magic curse. I mean...what if I made you angry..."

"I would never hurt you and you know that." he defensively replied as he stared directly into your eyes.

"If you were mine, I would protect you with my life and much more. I will even do so regardless of how you feel about me."

"S..Stephane...I...I do not know what to say to that."

"You do not have to say anything. You may have this room. I will relocate to my private home across the lands."

"How is that protecting me with your life if you are not here with me?!"

He gazed at you for a moment, not sure of what to say.

"You will have Haldir and Garrett and the guard... I will not be far. I'm a warlock, remember? I can be here in a matter of minutes and of course I would still remain here most of the time. I fear that you fear me and you have lived in fear long enough."

"Stephane, this is stupid. I..I don't feel you would hurt me and I don't want...."

You paused and walked away.

"You...don't want me to go?"

You slowly turned to face him. "No..."

"Well now...was that so hard? You know...you could always bring Leeanduil and reside with me at my place. Of course, you would have your own chambers. The only others that stay there are the help and guard. It would be much quieter, smaller....and private. The offer will remain open no matter what you decide. In the meantime, why don't you entertain another bath and I will go and check on Leean for you while you think over your options."

"Or....you could just remain here....with...me. I...I mean of course, I would sleep here on the sofa and Leean has her crib."

"Nonsense. You will not sleep on such discomfort. If...I were to agree to this, you may have my bed and I will sleep on the lounge. You can let me know what you decide when I return or later if you wish. Please, go enjoy another bath and relax. I will be back in one hour....and I will also see if Haldir has returned. The door will be secured behind me and I have a guard out there as well....Mayyyybe we could enjoy a peaceful dinner and drinks later this evening?"

He didn't give you time to respond and abruptly left.

"My lord Legolas, Bard the Bowman has arrived, wishing to have word with you...and Moose, he has been somewhat unruly since his return here with you. The beast attempted to bite me and kicked the stableman." Feren relayed in frustration to the new King of Mirkwood.

Legolas was lost in thoughts of you in his father's chambers as he sat at his desk trying to organize the piled up mess of duties since his father's absence....but he was getting nowhere as his mind kept wandering to the kiss you both shared. It played over and over in his mind and then so did the one you and Garrett displayed right before his very eyes. He saw you crying, and heard your words echo of begging him not to leave you.

"My lord??"

"What? Oh...Feren, my apologies. Yes, I will be right there." Legolas replied, still seemingly lost in a daze.

Feren huffed under his breath and left. Legolas sighed as he closed his eyes, fondling a bottle of your perfume that he must have smelled a thousand times since he had returned, then forced himself to put you out of his mind for the time being.

"King Legolas, it is good to see you my friend."

"Bard, it has been a long time. Please, you can just call me Legolas as you always have."

"I am very sorry to hear about King Thranduil. I wanted to come and offer my condolences to you and the Queen when I received word that you had returned from Dorwinion...and also congratulate her on the birth of the magical princess."

"Josie and Leean did not come with me." Legolas replied with a sorrowful tone.

"Where did she go?"

"Narcisse's castle. It was too painful for her to come. She and my sister will be going to Lorien with Haldir."

"Lorien? I am sure you are aware of the dragon fire upon the goblin kingdom. The realms are not far apart. Forgive me for asking but is that really the safest option? I have heard of Jareth's destruction atop Lestat's mountain and now a dragon attack upon goblin town. I do not feel that was a coincidence, but the wrath of Lestat and Lothlorien lies dead in the center. Why else would the serpents of the North come all this way and attack his kingdom? Lestat is the only other besides Thranduil that would dare summon them."

"She has all the protection she needs. Narcisse, Haldir and....Garrett. I was not needed."

"Garrett? It is none of my business, but of course you are needed. The Queen adores you and would be safest with you, especially here in the magical protection of Thranduil's halls."

"She does not feel that way about.....it does not matter now. She has made her decision and I was needed here."

"I see." the bowman skeptically stated.

Bard could see alright, that the former prince was deeply in love with you and running away from his feelings.

"Does she know?" Bard presumptuously asked.

"Know?"

"How you feel about her?"

Legolas was taken aback by the bowman's assumption...a very correct assumption.

"It is irrelevant. The Queen and I share only friendship. I do not know how you have come to such a conclusion."

"We both know that is not true Legolas Greenleaf." Tauriel called him out from the edge of the forest.

"What are you doing here?" Legolas growled as he glared at her.

'I am sorry my lord, she followed me from Laketown. I told her not to come but she would not listen. I was about to inform you." Bard explained.

"You are not welcome here or was my banishing of you not clear enough? I suggest you get back on your horse and leave before I have you escorted out of the woodland realm."

"Legolas, I come in peace. I too had heard of your return and wanted to offer my condolences about King Thranduil...."

"Do not say my father's name...and your sympathy is not wanted nor needed after what you have done. In fact, I would prefer it if I never had to see your face again."

"Surely you will not make me travel back alone with night falling soon after I came all this way? I do not know if you are aware, but since you have been gone, the spiders are becoming an enormous menace and their abundance of new nests have hatched, not to mention, Shelob has been spotted in the vicinity. She has been here for quite some time and I have reason to believe she has relocated here from Mordor out of spite towards all of us for destroying her nest and injuring her."

"There is no us and I have been aware of her presence for a long time now. Tauriel, you are a warrior of great skill and stealth. Do not expect me to believe you cannot handle her and a few arachnids."

"I think you missed the part where I said their were multiple new nests that hatched. Legolas, you have a serious problem and if you had been here instead of dealing with issues that were not your problem, you would know that. Even your elven guard cannot keep up with all of them."

"What I do is none of your concern! and neither is this realm, for you are no longer a part of it! I am very much aware of the issues at hand here but I had to deal with other threats that put my family at risk, so yes, it was very much indeed my problem."

"Then why is Josie not here with you? Instead, she is in a warlock realm. No risk there. Why is it really Legolas, that Josie would not come back with you?"

"Again, none of your concern...but if you must know, what I speak is the truth. The memories here are too much for her to face right now and... maybe part of it is that she couldn't face the fact that you slept with my father right here in his halls."

Bard was flabbergasted by Legolas's comment as he was unloading barrels and couldn't help the "wow" look that formed on his face.

"You...you told her?"

"I did, and I bet that makes you quite happy to know the pain you have caused someone that you once called your best friend."

"I do not take pleasure in that. What I do take pleasure in is that you got exactly what you deserved after pining for her while I was your wife."

"Oh, you mean like you did for Kili....and my father both while you were my wife??" Legolas swiftly retorted.

"I am sorry to interrupt this happy reunion, but I must be going now Legolas. As Tauriel said, darkness will soon fall. I will be back in a few days."

"Very well. it was good to see you Bard. I hope your son Baine is well. Bring him with you sometime so he and I can catch up on our archery tournaments."

"Indeed. He is becoming quite the archer as it is. After all, he did assist in taking down Smaug."

"Yes he did. A brave warrior he will be like his father.....Tauriel, glenn hi!" (leave now)

"Do you hate me that much that you would let me die?"

"Do you really want me to answer that? Then go with Bard."

"And what of my horse?? Legolas, it is only for this one night. I will leave in the morning at first light when the spiders are less active."

"You will not stay within my halls, nor even enter them. Make use of the guest hall and then be gone as you said...and do not return."

Legolas then whipped around and marched back to his business. He was soon stopped by none other than the Seelie Queen whom awaited him at the back entrance, her appearance yet again changed to an older version close to that of Legolas's physical age.

"Amara? Why have you come here?"

"I have stumbled upon some news that I think you will greatly desire and even pay a hefty price for."

Legolas tilted his head at the faerie who now strikingly resembled you with her big blue eyes, copper red hair and similar moonstone necklace she wore about her neck. She even dressed like you. In her twisted mind, she thought she may have a better chance with her dream prince turned King, if she appeared like the one thing Legolas loved more than anything, you.

"I am listening."

"Well as you know, I hear things from the birds, bugs and trees as they're all in my service. I can give you back someone you love dearly that you have believed lost forever. Someone you thought was dead dead dead, but in fact is not. In return for this information, you will give me what I have so long desired."

Just then, your crow cawed and circled about high in the sky. Legolas glanced up at him and then back at Amara in utter confusion.

"Amara, respectfully, I can offer you nothing until I know what it is that you think you know."

"Oh I do not think it, I know it. I cannot lie, remember?"

"That may be true, but you can always be mistaken, believing what you have heard to be true."

"It is true. There is a witness and he chose to tell me because I am the only one who can understand him."

"Amara, please. What do you know? If you do not tell me, I cannot help you."

"Very well. The King of Mirkwood, your father, is very much alive....but I will tell you no more without an agreement."

Legolas forgot to breathe for a moment as he gawked at her in disbelief.

"Now I know you must be mistaken. I saw his lifeless body before me with my own eyes, so did his Queen."

"Illusions my dear King Legolas. True witchcraft was at play."

"Who told you this??!!!" Legolas now raged as he felt it to be some sick game of hers like she displayed with you and Garrett.

Amara glanced up at the crow who now sat in a high tree, peering down at the two of them.

"I think you know he will not lie as well, for he is in the Queen of Mirkwood's service."

"This cannot be...." Legolas whispered and staring wide, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of him. "If this is true...where...where is he?!"

"As I said, there is a price for such information. A contract per se, that can never be broken or there would be consequences."

Legolas was losing his patience with the faerie Queen.

"What is it that you want! I agree to nothing until I see me father standing before me with my own two eyes."

"That can be arranged and we can have the ceremony once you have found him, but you still must agree to my terms or no deal."

Legolas was now fuming just like his father would do when backed into a corner.

"Ceremony?? What ceremony???"

"It's simple really. You and I will become husband and wife, in every way."

"Have you lost your mind?? or do you just enjoy being cruel?? Using my father against me to get what you want. I think you need to leave here at once and take your mind games with you."

"Oh it is no game Legolas, but suit yourself. I guess you will never know then."

Amara began to walk away, knowing she was about to get everything she's always wanted.

"Wait!! Alright....I will give you what you ask, but ONLY if I find him very much alive and well."

She grinned from ear to ear as she held her hand out to shake on it, which would seal the deal. Legolas reluctantly took her hand and shook.

"Now tell me."

"Remember, Legolas. Do not cross me. If you think I am cruel, you know nothing of what I am capable of....but you knew that already."

Legolas slightly gulped and nodded...and so the Seelie Queen began her tale.

Catherine was in the kitchen, still up tp her evil ways as she mashed up a poisonous concoction and placed a heaping teaspoon full of Oleander into a bowl of hot soup.

"This is going to hurt a little bit Josephine. Maybe this time you take me seriously and leave."

Catherine then began to chant as she stirred. ..."Haldir of Lorien sat on a wall. Haldir of Lorien had a great fall. All the marchwarden's horses and all the marchwarden's men, couldn't put poor Haldir of Lorien back together again."

The servant that had been preparing the evening's appetizers returned to the kitchen after Catherine had stirred in the deadly poison that she picked up in the city, an idea she got out of the spell book she stole from you.

"Ahhh William. Have you brought me what I have requested."

"Y...yes my lady." he stuttered.

The servant reluctantly handed her a small phial filled with a red substance, appearing to be blood.

"Perfect. Did anyone see you with the body?"

"No my lady. Asher was left in the dungeon, rolled inside of a rug."

"Good...Now...make sure this steaming hot soup gets to our guest, the elven marchwarden....and you will be rewarded generously."

The nervous servant did as he was told, for he too, feared the notorious Catherine de Medici after hearing Narcisse's horse was made into steaks.

"Mother, did you hear what happened to Asher??" Claude anxiously announced as she came rushing in.

"I did. Pity that he was not able to finish the simple task I gave him. I guess I will have to handle Cinderella myself. If only Narcisse would have cooperated, his precious Jo would be long gone from here and the attack would not have had to happen, but the stubborn bastard insists on turning me away and that simply will not do. If I cannot have him, neither will she. But first, I have decided to make her suffer more than she already is."

"Well, be warned. I saw Narcisse earlier and he was looking for you and...he had a vicious look in his eye, one like I have never seen. He has seemed so off lately, and honestly, a real dick, pun intended as I still cannot get over what he did to Asher."

"Where is he now?" Catherine asked in concern.

"I saw him speaking with Haldir just a bit ago and their conversation was not pleasant. The quite handsome elf seems to blame Narcisse for what happened with Asher, from what I overheard."

"Oh really? hmmm....this could actually be a bonus soon enough. Time will tell, but first, I must take care of something."

Catherine raced off as if her life depended on it. Out of curiosity and worry, Claude secretly followed her to see what her devious mother was up to now.

Upon entering her mother's quarters, she saw Catherine take something out of a box and rush to the fireplace, tossing it in.

"What are you doing sneaking into my chambers?" Catherine snapped when she saw her.

"Mother, what was that?! What have you done?"

"Don't you worry your curious little head about that. I am just hopefully undoing something before Narcisse winds up out of control."

"My god, did you...cast some spell on him or something? because that looked to be like...like a voodoo doll. Mother what have you done to him?? And don't tell me nothing after seeing this, because you look seriously worried."

"Claude, it was nothing but a silly spell that I didn't even think would work, but now it's handled and he will go back to his delightful self." she sarcastically said.

"And what if he doesn't? After his actions lately, I fear you have created a monster, and even if you have reversed this sick and twisted thing you have done, it will not stop him from taking his vengeance upon you for what you have done....and black magic does not just go away, it comes back three fold. What were you thinking??"

"I can handle Stephane...now go. I do not want you involved in this."

"I think it's a little too late for that considering what I know now."

"And you will keep that knowledge to yourself, understood!? If anyone, including Narcisse, asks you if you have seen me tonight, you tell them no, that I am still in the city. Now go Claude!"

Claude reluctantly left and Catherine quickly put on her overcoat, then headed out to hide away for the time being until she knew if the spell had been broken, for there was no said way of reversing it in the book, but she knew her daughter was right. Narcisse would still come after her for the Asher incident, and if that happened, she would the use her knowledge of the whereabouts of one certain letter to coerce him into sparing her life.

Just as she opened the door, there stood a ruthless and raging Narcisse.

"Going somewhere, my....love?" he snarled as his nostrils flared.

"S...Stephane...I...I...."

"Shut your mouth!" he snapped and and slowly approached her. For every step he took, she took one backwards, watching his hand like a hawk as it rested upon his sheathed sword.

"Did you really think you could try to kill Josephine by setting Asher free, and get away with it??? Did you think I would not know who was responsible?? I have lost all patience with you. This was the last straw! She has a child for christ's sake!! All so I would love you?? Anything I ever felt for you is long gone, has been for a very long time, and it certainly was never love. You are as wicked as they come and I should have rid of you long ago."

"Stephane stop! You, you do not know what you are saying."

"Oh Catherine, I know of every word I speak, even under the evil spell you have cast upon me. Did you think I would not figure that out?? You take me for a fool and act as if I am your property. Well no more, for you have crossed a very thin line."

"And what line would that be? Josephine?? You ARE a fool! She will never love you warlock King! Once she knows that her true King is..."

"She will never know!!"

He wielded his sword towards her, placing it at her neck as she fell to the ground in panic. It was clear to her that her efforts in breaking the spell had failed and he was going to kill her.

"If..if you k..kill me, you will never know where the letter is! I can guarantee you, Josephine will find it and you will lose her forever!"

Narcisse knew this was true, so for the time being, he had other plans for Catherine to try and force the information out of her.

"Get up!"

Catherine wobbled her way up as he lowered his word. She then stood in his face.

"You act so innocent, spell or no spell. We both know you planted that rat and then blamed me so that you could scare that silly girl into your arms."

"Guard!"

"Take her away!" Narcisse ordered to Bash, his new deputy.

Catherine gave one last effort to save herself from being thrown in Narcisse's desolate dungeons and picked up stone candle holder, smacking him in the head.

Narcisse wailed in pain and fell onto Bash, giving her the chance to run. She made it outside but did not get far as Bash came out of nowhere and reprimanded her.

"Unhand me!"

"Not today Catherine! Let's go!"

"Why am I here and where is my elk and my swords? I demand to leave here this night." Thranduil dictated as he appeared from nowhere, circling about Jareth, Julian, Raven and Harker in both an appetent and mistrustful manner.

Raven's eyes bulged at the arresting vision of him as the elf lord had physically transformed back into his Elvenking mien. She had taken multiple baths to dissolve his scent in order to keep Jareth from knowing of her once again infidelity but her nerves intensely took over her in worry that Thranduil would reveal what had happened between them. Instead, Thranduil offered her not one glance or word, as if she were not even in his presence.

"Ahhh, King Thranduil. Glad to see you are feeling up to rejoining the land of the living and seemingly back to your oh so delightful personality." Harker jested.

Thranduil was in no mood for small talk. "Answer my questions warlock." he blatantly replied with an expressionless face.

"You do not recall? Your elk left with your son Legolas after the fire that we rescued you from, which is why you are here. You have had a long road of recovery from your injuries, specifically head trauma from a terrible shock you took during my lightning storm atop the vampire mountain." Julian now added in an all out lie.

"Your swords are in safe keeping for you, no need to worry about that. It would seem your memory is still a bit hazy. You should not be traveling in such a condition at the moment." Jareth chimed in.

"My memory is well enough to remember that neither of you before me is in my circle of trust, which is quite far and few between, but in fact, you are viewed as natural sworn enemies, so again, why am I here and why would you rescue me if that is even of any truth...and more importantly, why would my son leave me on that mountain?"

The four of them all glanced at each other, leaving Thranduil to glare at them through slitted lids.

Harker stepped before the skeptical Elvenking.

"Legolas, and everyone else believes you to be dead. In fact, you were for a brief time until Jareth revived you with his ring of power. He and Josephine had saw you with their own eyes, and then just left you there, for the prince was more concerned about your wife and getting her to safety."

"Do not speak that wretched woman's name or refer to her as my wife! and if my son believes me to be dead, then do explain why he has not been informed that it is not of truth??" Thranduil barked.

Harker was very pleased to hear Thranduil speak of you in that manner, now more sure than ever that the conditioning had worked.

"We wanted to make sure you would recover before notifying him, in case our efforts to heal you did not work. Certainly you would not have wanted him to go through the pain of your loss all over again?"

Thranduil's stance stiffened as he leered at Harker, seemingly agreeing to the warlock's reasoning.

"I am quite capable now of returning to my Kingdom and reclaiming my throne. But you still have not offered me a logical explanation as to why any of you would aid in my recovery."

"Because we are allies, with similar interests and enemies. Together, we can rule all of middle earth in the way it was intended to be, full of death and destruction. Is that...not...what you desire...Elven...king?"

Harker was once again testing him, for his obedience and loyalty was still in question.

"It is everything that I desire and more, but I will continue to rule my realm in solitude as I always have with no assistance from your kind."

Now Harker was extremely displeased with the arrogant elf lord.

"You will remain King of your realm, but you will in fact rule alongside of us in all that surrounds it."

"I take orders from no one, especially that of witches!"

"Have you forgotten who's realm you are in now sprite??! You are no King here, for that title belongs to me! Unless you would rather return to the afterlife, as I can arrange that!" Jareth reeled and hurled one of his crystals in anger.

"You dare threaten me goblin King?! I am no ally to filth and I rule under or with no one! Now return my swords to me."

Harker was now conflicted with the elven adversary, for Thranduil was doing everything he was expected to do, yet still non compliant in joining forces with them.

"It seems you are still not ready to leave here. You make no commands here elf nor are you in any position to attempt to, for you will not make it out of here alive, but if you think you have the power to do so, by all means, give it a try and see how far you get. This can all be so much easier for you if you swallow your pride and obey, or it can get ugly. Certainly, you do not want your realm to fall under our wrath? Which would you prefer? It would seem your at quite a disadvantage for making an irrational decision."

"I would prefer your head on a stake and to shoot arrows at it while enjoying many glasses of wine." Thranduil snarled.

"Those are your emotions acting without the benefit of intellect." Harker raged.

"Think of Legolas and Leeanduil. Do not fail them."

Raven stupidly intervened. "Thranduil, just do as they tell you and you will soon be on your way home to your children."

Thranduil's head jerked to face her. "Whom are you to speak to me? You are no better, if not worse, than the damned and miserable beings before me, for you are two of a treacherous kind all rolled into one revolting vision."

Raven gasped at his words for he certainly did not find her that way the night prior when he fucked her madly. She suddenly saw it in his loathing eyes....he did not remember it.

"You dare speak to my queen in such a way before me?!" Jareth fumed as he walked up to him.

"Queen? I was under the impression she was your whore since your true queen, Ravenna is away, also being a whore." Thranduil antagonized Jareth without a care.

Even Harker's eyes slightly widened at the bravery and boldness the Elvenking displayed, almost enjoying the foreseen response, for this side of Thranduil could not be blamed on his conditioning. He was just being what he had always been. Ruthless.

Jareth was just as ruthless and charged his hand out, zapping the Elvenking with his ring once more. Thranduil fell to his knees and weakly but domineeringly peered up at Jareth with a wicked grin as a group of goblins were ordered to take him away.

"Well that was productive." Harker snarked in annoyance. "We have broken every part of him except his obdurate will, which has only seemed to have intensified. Any more bright ideas brother?"

"Indeed I do. Administer an entire new round of therapy. It seems the King has not learned his place."

"He is a liability and cannot be trusted. Why not just kill him?" Julian asked.

"Where's the fun in that?" Jareth chuckled. "Harker...go get me my book and moonstone since our incompetent brother here failed." Jareth then glanced at Julian in disappointment as he wrapped his arm around Raven's shoulders and walked away.

#lee pace #thranduil #thranduil and josie #king thranduil #the elvenking #witches #warlocks #elves #thranduil fanfiction #fantasy fanfic #fantasies #fairytales #magic #love stories #dark stories #craig parker #narcisse #jareth the goblin king #david bowie #jonathan harker #bruce payne #catherine de medici #megan follows #seelie queen

[promptsausandshit]

Picture this; #464

A Month of Disabled Prompts;

(Note; While the goal is to do one a day, please go at your own pace, this is for fun after all!)

1.  Prompt blogger delays posts for months due to fatigue...and refusing to reorganise their posts so they could write less. Stubborness is a wicked little creature that bites.

2.  Who cares about not being able to form words clearly as long as you can scream in time with the music?

3.  They returned to find a fort made from old video tapes and honestly they should have expected as much.

4.  ���You’re telling me that they are in correspondence with a space fairing species whose entire culture works via non-visual communication and not a single person thought to get me involved?”

5.  Parent and child get inventive with their game of catwalk fashion.

6.   They left their wheelchair in the same room as a sorcerer one time and this is what they get.

7.  Ballet production makes good use of their leads use of prosthetics to create a more dramatic and unique rendition of cinderella.

8.  Buying skincare products was a quest all of its own.

9.  “How many spoons do you think it would take me to kill him?”

10.  Each time their sibling finished the first draft of their story they rewrote it according to their reactions, as they could not remember the first time the draft gradually became a story that always left them smiling.

11.  Sometimes the only way to deal with gut pain is to speak spiteful dramatic poetry to the gods who may or maynot actually be around to listen.

12.  There’s a one man band whose body is an instrument, music follows him as he rolls by.

13.  They had a pocket book that no one knew about in which they kept a detailed list of meals that would suit their beloved.

14.  In an apocalyptic wasteland one traveller is struggling to teach their new robo buddy not to react to unintended comands and signals brought about by their terrets.

15.  “I’m telling you right now that if it isn’t colour coded then nothing is getting done.”

16.  The nurse caught them embroidering their hospital gown.

17.  Missing a sentimental tatoo, they find another means to carry that sentiment with them.

18.  Narcolepsy is somewhat less burdonsome when the deity of dreams and sleep likes to learn about the waking world.

19.  They had found it, the perfect material, the very thing that would cover as many surfaces in their home as feasably possible.

20.  “They call it the bowles of hell for a reason.”

21.  If they were going to be hooked up to these machines from now on they they were going to make sure they were cyber punk as possible.

22.  There is a woman in the woods whose hobby it is to knit custom gloves, scarves, socks and hats for those who struggle to find the right fit. All she needs in return is a story.

23.  The flatmate situation got a lot easier once it became clear that the chore schedule was unreadable to half the residence.

24.  They had sat at their side on one of their worst days in an attempt to comfort, when seeming to fail they offered to introduce their funnier friend only to turn away to reveal a crudely drawn face on the back of their bald head, which worked a lot better.

25.  Prophecies and dyslexia do not mix well...or perhaps they do?

26.  “Yes I still need it! Believe it or not vampirism is not a cure for paraplegia.”

27.  It was only once they introduced their knew friends to their family that they became aware as to why their face blindness was not an issue on this case and the reason said friends had been so baffled when they first met.

28.  Unable to play their instrument while wearing the wrist braces they struggle not to fall into a slump.

29.  Their grandfather boasted he could juggle anything they threw at him, and so he did, which led to a slight misunderstanding with the neighbours.

30.  Valentines was approaching, which meant they needed an epipen in every possible place they could store one.

31.  How to explain to a heat radiating alien that you have been lingering around them because their aura reduces pain without coming across as really wierd about it.

Completion Bonus!;

Do a one shot or a sketch for something you love that you haven’t had the chance to do for a while! Or read one chapter of an unfinished story! Or watch one episode or movie of that thing you like! Satisfy whatever urge you have right now, you have all the time in the world for this so relax and treat yourself, you did great!

#prompts #prompt #writing prompt #drawing prompt #art prompt #au #alternative universe #fanfiction prompt #writing ideas #art ideas #promptsausandshit #month challenge #Month of prompts #disability #spoonie #omfg its been forever hello im not dead #heres some random ideas #if there are spelling mistakes too tired to care

[livlepretre]

So after rereading the start of the Beklena romance, I noticed that after Rebekah kisses Elena for the first time, in every scene after that she stops calling her 'Elena', she now just calls her darling. This is in contrast to Klaus who strictly only calls her Elena now. This greatly differs from the story's beginning where Klaus used pet names for her and Rebekah mostly referred to her as "Klaus's blood bag" or just nothing at all. Even though Klaus is still in his feels, he has come to see Elena as a person and not a catalyst and he does value her (although she does not know that because she thinks he hates her). Rebekah on the other hand loves Elena but it's more of a selfish love, she wants Elena to be completely devoted to her but at the same time, she feels entitled to do whatever she wants with Stefan when Elena doesn't do what she wants (becoming a vampire). Unlike Stefan, Rebekah does not respect her wishes, and she does not seem to respect her as a person either. So she essentially wants to have her cake and eat it too. They were enemies, then friends, then lovers. Their friendship was honestly more genuine than their relationship. At least right now. The tide might change. Well, depending on whether or not Klaus will keep his mouth shut. Spending time with Elena at the manor helped her to understand that she was not her enemy and that she was another victim of her brother's unfortunate love and ire. The early chapters of their romance were perfect UNTIL Elena dropped the bomb that she was not ready to spend eternity with her. Rebekah was hurt and took that as a rejection and we all know how Rebekah reacts when she feels hurt. Rebekah respected Elena a lot more as a friend than she has so far as a girlfriend. Since Rebekah was not taught how to love purely, she sees love as a way to manipulate and control.

And that's what I have to say about that (Forrest Gump😊)

burning alive in my feels right now, thank you

this is pretty amazing meta, can't get over the fact that you sent it to me, thank you thank you

You're onto something SERIOUS with the names thing-- Klaus of course thought he saw Elena as herself before the big reveal in chapter 41, but he still peppered her with nicknames, the same as everyone else-- it's once the final veil drops and he sees Elena as her true self, FINALLY, that he drops that and now exclusively calls her Elena. In a thematic sense, this is because he finally understands her as an individual, and sees her, and can now no longer call her anything other than by her name. It's more intimate than calling her dear heart or love or sweetheart (he stopped calling her love around the time he thought he fell in love with her, so pretty early, but was still calling her other things).

This excerpt from chapter 3 comes to mind:

When Klaus uses pet names on her, Elena can sense a certain level of vague, possessive affection, the kind of affability that’ll smile while it tears your throat out. It makes her skin crawl when he calls her sweetheart or love, but there’s nothing immediately threatening about it. His endearments are all insinuation. Rebekah’s, on the other hand… Elena senses that darling is the verbal equivalent of Rebekah holding a dagger at her throat. Worse, really. Rebekah’s teeth are literally scraping against the underside of her jaw.

(lol and also this was the first time Elena was subconsciously attracted to Rebekah haha)

Rebekah called her darling and other things before, except they were said in cruelty, and now she means the endearment for true. It's partly just how she speaks-- it's a holdover from another time-- and partly this little flip that indicates like... how precarious these endearments are with the Vampire Rebekah. It's different from what Klaus is doing... not sure Rebekah has ever had the same difficulty in seeing Elena as an individual so much as seeing her as a person at all.

Your point that their friendship was maybe better than their relationship has a lot of truth to it... like, it was better when Rebekah wanted less from Elena. It's in a vampire's nature to consume down to the very last drop, and so, now that Rebekah is fully in love with Elena and determined to have her, Elena is in a much more dangerous, much unhappier position, because now Rebekah has her sights set on how to possess her in a way Elena isn't really willing to be possessed.

#asks #fairytale ending

[queeniecook]

March 24

It was around one in the morning when Annalise heard the knock on her front door. Lurch answered the door, letting the guest into her living room. Annalise has been waiting for this visit ever since she heard from Joey about what happened. She knew the only reason her co-worker told her was due to her being Vera’s Obstetrician. She could tell he was worried it might impact Vera’s pregnancy. Joey and the rest of the world have no idea that one of the offending parties is her half sister.

Liberty, for the first time since March 20th, looked guilty. She knows how Annalise feels about the Vatore family. While she doesn’t regret making herself known and raining on Caleb’s parade – actually seeing the faces of his wife and friends had caused something inside of her to change. She thinks it has to do with her little sister.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to reveal yourself?” Annalise questions softly.

“You would have tried to stop me.” Liberty declares standing up a bit straighter and walking over to the couch.

“I would have found a better way for you to do it.” Annalise counters, following after her older sibling.

“James wanted do have the reveal that way.” Liberty started “All I did was tell the truth.”

“Yes but you could have gone about it differently. All James cared about was maximum damage and drama.” The younger sister points out. She knows she’s right. Liberty doesn’t argue with Annalise about her viewpoint of James, because she’s knows it’s right as well.

“I won’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy seeing the look on Caleb’s face when he saw me or better yet when I brought up Inna Cents.” The vampire admits. She had tunnel vision on Caleb most of the exchange. “I do wish Vera hadn’t been there. Seeing her pregnant…even though the baby is Caleb’s, I…” Liberty trailed off. She felt a jab of pain in her dead heart. She had wanted to be a Mom someday. She’ll never get to have a child. It’s Caleb’s fault but she also blames James and Asa for it. Sometimes, she wishes they had just let her die.

Annalise’s resolve softens. “I have to tell them that we’re sisters. I can’t keep that from them any longer. Even if it means that they won’t want me to continue to be Vera’s doctor.” She states quietly. Annalise actually really likes Vera as a person. She had come to even view her as a potential friend. She values the truth though and the truth always finds its way out eventually.

“I hope you do. I want everyone to know we’re sisters. Honestly, it’s the the only good thing that has come out of all of this.” Liberty says to Annalise as she rises from her seat. The sun will be up soon, shining through the sparse rain that has fallen the past few hours.

Annalise smiles at this, her fangs flashing through her pretty painted lips. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course.” Liberty says instantly. “What is it?”

“I want you to train me. I just want to be able to defend myself. Asa taught me the basics but I still feel I’m not equipped enough.” She confides in her half-sister.

Liberty transforms quickly, grasping Annalise’s hand, signifying her vow to train her sister. It feels good for Liberty to have something to help her sister with. The duo run through very quick session, just so she can see where Annalise’s skills are at. They part, going towards their respective dwellings.

“Your bath is ready, Madame. Complete with those peach bath bombs you like.” Lurch tells Annalise after she returns inside from talking to her sister.

Annalise smiles widely. Lurch is briefly memorized by her fangs but looks back at her entire face. His heart gives a little flutter at seeing her so happy.

“You take such good care of me.” Annalise tells him truthfully. Yes, she pays him but he goes above and beyond in her book. She starts walking towards the hallway “Lurch?” She calls to him.

“Yes, Madame?” He responds eagerly.

“Please, start calling me Annalise.” She requests as she enters the hallway.

#the grant legacy #ts4 legacy #annalise blake #frances lurch #liberty lee #ts4 vampires #forgotten hollow #generation 2 #ts4 story #sims4 story #sims4 storytelling #ts 4 #sims 4 #yes Annalise and Joey are coworkers #she's a doctor and he's a register nurse

[monstersinthecosmos]

Do you have a theory why Armand's casting is so under wraps even though they have filmed footage? Apparently he's not book accurate and revealing the casting would be a huge spoiler. Do you have any theories how his character has been changed (at least physically)?

all right like tbh I never got to the bottom of where that rumor came from and I'm not sure if it's true, so ONE OPTION is that it's nonsense, it's bullshit, they didn't cast him at all yet bc he's not gonna be around until Season 2. And like, unless there's some MASSIVE thing that we didnt hear about, this production was leakier than the fuckin Titanic so I just don't know if they could've kept it under wraps this long. Like so far the most plausible conspiracy was the Alex Garfin sightings and he has THE LOOK but like, I'm not sure why they'd keep it a secret, especially because it doesn't feel like they're treasuring Armand as a character to prioritize in this universe.

But if the thing IS a spoiler, I think like, the only ways simply learning who he is could be a spoiler is if it's like someone they've cast as a red herring playing a different character (Rashid) or like, it's SO dramatically different that they want the reveal to be more exciting, like if he's been changed to a woman. Again like, at this point I don't think they're shy about not being book accurate so I don't know why it would be a secret if it's dramatically different. They've prided themselves on being dramatically different so far.

Either way I don't see him being book accurate; it's not an aesthetic issue as much as it's a storytelling issue. And even if he has the same backstory and personality and everything like, the entire timeline is so fucked up along with the other characters that he'd be serving a different narrative function. Like I'm curious to see what else will happen between Louis & Lestat but Lestat in this is sharing vampire information, has told Louis about his mortal life, and Louis has vampire powers! So even if he still heads to Europe on a quest for spiritual knowledge, it's not going to look the same in terms of Armand being a mentor figure. (Like I'm sure they could come up with another way for Armand to be a mentor or even just a breath of fresh air after Lestat's fucking nonsense so idk.) There's also just not enough time for Armand to have his relationships with Louis and Daniel in a truncated timeline, or least, it won't carry the same weight if you take a 70 year relationship and squash it into 20 or whatever.

Like, they're vampires, don't fuck me around with a 20 year relationship LOL humans can do that. Get serious!

As for theories, honestly I couldn't fuckin tell ya dude like this entire show is doing whatever the fuck it wants. 😂 I wouldn't be surprised if they aged him up since all the other characters have been aged up. 😂😂

(I almost started a side essay about why I think Armand's age is fucking important to who he is as a person and creates a really beautiful texture with regards to the theme of his lost innocence and barbaric personality but that's not what you asked, I will 🤐)

But even making predictions about the ways the show is navigating themes about age and things like that, I don't completely have a grasp on it yet so I can't be sure. If he doesn't show up this season I might have different feelings, having seen the whole season. Like, depending what the show is trying to tell us about teens & sexuality, maybe they WOULDN'T age him up, maybe they'll go there. I need to see more about how they handle Claudia. And depending on how they want to handle the main ship, who knows if they'll introduce Armand as a Loustat wedge, and it might really change how they present him if he is/isn't going to be a love interest.

I think like when more patterns start emerging about the style of storytelling and what they're trying to tell us we'll be able to guess stuff like this, but as of now I'm just in the fuckin dark haha.

#vampire pajama party on amc

[cookinguptales]

i wonder if guillermo himself is confused by his motivations this season. we’ve seen him question his life choices before - but each time, he’s only left for a short period of time, no more than a few weeks. maybe realising he’ll be apart from nandor for a much longer period of time (and staying in England for a reason we’re not yet privy to??) he told himself that he was over it - over those desires - until he believed it. after all, it would be painful to sustain that level of desire and codependency when it truly seems impossible for it to come to fruition, in a way it didn’t quite in the 12 years that came before. and we know guillermo doesn’t have the healthiest of coping mechanisms. might as well double down on the denial, just in a new way… but i also feel like it’s creeping back in now he’s back in the house. the best man stuff and baby colin, while believable, also seem like convenient excuses to stick around when he’s trying to justify it to his England self rather than his s3 self. i think the reason that “character development” happened off screen is because they’re going to dismantle it pretty quickly while (i hope) still keeping some of the changed dynamics between the vampire household. would it feel worse for that development to have happened over the course of the season only to be completely undermined in the last few episodes? idk but i’m very interested in the character undevelopment lmao. ultimately i love this season’s guillermo just as much as previous ones, but i understand the frustration also. i’m just desperate to know more about his time in England and while i understand why the writers seem to be keeping it quiet for now, i hope they don’t wait too many more episodes to reveal it. anyway thanks for coming to my tedtalk, sorry about this ridiculously long ramble, and keep doing what you’re doing - your content is great 💜

Honestly, I'm also hoping for character undevelopment for the petty reason that I don't want Guillermo to get healthier and less codependent and more normal. I want our boy to be fucked up! I love it when he's crazy. lmao

My thought process is similar to yours, tbh. If I'm operating under the assumption that the writers are honoring Guillermo's character (which I must do to keep sane lmao) then I think that his time in the UK would have been very difficult for him. He was just offered the thing he wanted more than anything else in the world just to have it snatched away from him, then he was trapped in a box for at least a week. He gets out only to be left with Nadja, the one member of the household that doesn't respect or like him much at all.

He doesn't know it's only going to be for a year. As far as he knows, this might be forever. He might be stuck in this foreign country away from his family forever. He might be stuck guarding a vampire doing vampire grunt work forever. He might never see Nandor again. I thought it was fascinating that in the show and in interviews, they don't seem to count that year as being part of Guillermo's tenure as Nandor's familiar. They say 12 years as a familiar in the show, just like they did before he left. In interviews, Harvey says 11 years a familiar, 1 a bodyguard, but that's still a total of 12.

So it's a year that he's really just in limbo. I can see him starting to think, y'know, what am I doing with my life?

And then if he finds a guy that's actually interested in him who's not gallivanting all over the United States with some family from Wisconsin, you know... Maybe that's not a bad thing, to try and move on.

(I still have reservations about Freddie because... like, this is WWDITS and normal people aren't exactly in large supply. But that's a worry for another day.)

And he thinks he's done it, maybe. He really does think he's over Nandor and the others and the household and everything. But now he's back and he's slowly falling right back into his old habits. And it's harder to tell himself that nothing has changed and these people don't care about him because they obviously do. Nandor has clearly changed during his time abroad, and he's being really quite kind to Guillermo, for him. He's supporting his anger. He's acting as an intermediary between him and the others. He's praising him. He's listening to him. He's letting Guillermo in, which I think is very weird for them both.

I think it was kind of an odd choice, setting up this idea that Guillermo met a guy abroad who changed him so much, but then they're not even going to show him to us until the end of the season. They're giving Guillermo so much time away from him, and it does seem like Guillermo is already backsliding. He's already finding reasons to stay. He's definitely still got that anger to him, but he seems to be putting it aside in favor of love.

Like he still has plenty of reason to want to stake Laszlo right here and now, but he's learning to work together with him for the sake of Baby Colin. (Seeing both of them dancing at Colin's performance was cute.) And he was upset at Nandor for not waiting for him, I think, but now the two of them are straight-up plotting together and it's very cute.

I feel like I'd love for Guillermo to work through some of his anger with the vampires rather than some character we've never seen before. He deserves to have them acknowledge him and his power and how much they've hurt him over the years. Nandor's already starting that journey, I think, though I think he's still struggling with the idea that he was one of the ones who hurt Guillermo the most...

idk. I do go back and forth with Guillermo a lot and it's been consuming me this past week. lmao. I have my own hopes for him, obviously, but it's hard to know where they're going with this or why. It's so strange that they decided to give both Guillermo and Nandor love interests that span an entire season while like... almost never showing them. I assume we'll learn more about them both eventually, but for now they're such non-entities and the relationships don't feel organic at all. I'm trying to reserve some faith in the writers but like. Yeah, it's all definitely weird and kind of confusing.

#replies #wwdits s4 spoilers #wwdits tag #nandermo tag

[dabihawksluvr]

.: My Current Theory(s) :.

I've only played this game for around a couple days, but I've also been hunting down theories outside of it...and hoo boy, my hunches for most things going on make me so excited to see what happens next. I'm glad I'm not the only one seeing these things, and I will definitely try to use other traits (I main Street Smarts and Mystic in my canon playthrough) to see if I can get other stuff to pop up.

But for now, I'm gonna talk about my own playthrough and my theories for events after Chapter Four.

(+) I didn't like my cousin at first, honestly she weirded me out and I fully believe she's part of everything going on..but I can tell she's not entirely 'bad', she's probably just stuck doing these things and feels she simply can't leave. And I do like that she doesn't want us causing trouble, I do believe she cares but isn't trying to get too close (for reasons). I even protected her during the psychedelic ghost 'vision', giving up years of my life in her place. I hope I can get closer to her in future chapters, even if she betrays me I'd still not entirely be angry about it.

(+) Sybil is definitely sus. I kept on feeling there was something about her, I mean she knows about Ditchlings and doesn't seemed scared in the least by anything going on. But when she did the tea reading...I got the ability to actually push past my option to suspect her being the 'cat' being flipped on me. So my fears were correct, she definitely knows what's going on. And may be even the mastermind behind it all. I wouldn't be surprised in the least at this point, especially after she literally stood in a doorframe and had shadows on her the entire time. So I'm gonna be watching out for her.

(+) I hope that the church is important soon, I do wanna see the mysteries behind that place and Tetanus Lake. I bet the 'rats' are either Ditchlings, or possibly even ghosts of those who died in that lake...and I bet we'll have to jump in. Possibly to find another one of those symbols/seals buried underneath. And I'm actually starting to like the priest, I don't think he's a bad guy and is simply just trying too hard to be liked...though a part of me hopes I'm wrong. If I'm wrong, I want it to be revealed that the priest is actually running a cult of some kind. Because those little tidbits throughout the story are driving me up a wall.

(+) I didn't save the doctor in my canon playthrough, so I hope that doesn't screw me over in the future...but it probably will. I'll probably get bad metal poisoning and all that from the lake, and there'd be no doctor to help with that. I just hope Reese comes back...I'm trying to romance him, I just want my monster boy to cuddle me as I deal with this hellscape of a town.

(+) I think Reese is most definitely NOT human. He's most close to an Incubus, at least with how he was conceived...but he's also similar to a Vampire and/or Werewolf, I mean he can shapeshift and even has a tail. Maybe he could also be part Ditchling...I wouldn't be surprised if he was, considering. I just hope that I won't have to face him possibly going into a hunger frenzy at some point, and I hope he doesn't get a hunger for humans after chomping down on his own mom. But, I'm also not against helping him with that...*grabs axe*

(+) Stella NEEDS to be found. And soon. I hope she really isn't a part of everything going on, but after she just up and left I'm not leaving out any reasoning. Even asking Wayne about her didn't get me anywhere, but tbh that whole thing after Reese I'm far less wary of him now than before. I mean, the guy wants me to leave the town...so he is definitely on my side, even if he did try to hurt Reese I'll still try trusting him more. He may be the only lifeline I'll have to save myself in the future.

#scarlet hollow theories

[abs0luteb4stard]

I was tagged by @jonpertwee for this game

Here are 6 songs I have been listening to lately and why:

1. "Till the Devil Calls Me Home" - Knock Galley West

They're a psychobilly-esque band, but they're nothing like I've heard in the genre. They really borrow a lot from Spaghetti westerns, from Mexican riffs and stuff from Westerns. So goddamn good. With cowboys and Desperados, zombies and ghosts and robberies and revenge in their songs. I'm not even sure if they're around anymore.

They were in the soundtrack to WET (2009) a third person shooter game. That's where I found them. So much brilliance!

2. "He Is" - Ghost (with Alison Mosshart)

Anyone who's paying even a little attention knows GHOST is my top band pretty much. Lol, But this softer alternative version popped up when I was looking at pictures of my dad who died in January. And it kind of struck me. So it's lyrics really touch on how my mom and I look at him. We were a "divine trinity", he's still part of that, but the balance is off now.

3. "I Put a Spell on You" - Marilyn Manson, CCR, Nina Simone, Screaming Jay Hawkins

I watched the documentary about The Satanic Temple, called "Hail Satan?", they ended it with that song by Manson. But I've loved that song ever since I was kid, even before Hocus Pocus. So I heard John Fogerty in CCR sing it before on the oldies channel on the radio. But I found, Nina Simone after playing The Saboteur (2009) and the movie Watchmen (2009). And can't leave out Screaming Jay Hawkins. He was metal AF before the genre was even an idea.

4. "You're Dead" - Norma Tanega

It's a old song, somewhat lost in time. It wasn't a 'one hit wonder', like her song "Walkin' My Cat Named Dog", but was given new life by 'What We Do In The Shadows' (the film and tv series). It's a clever song, honestly her entire 1966 album has so many clever little songs with just quirky lyrics. Clever lady. Fun song. Excellent tv show!

5. "Desire" - Bob Moses & ZHU

I began listening to it in the last 48 hours after watching The Sandman episode 6. I'm a slow binger! Lol The song comes on when it's revealed Desire of the Endless has machinations on their mind. Such a fascinating depiction of nonbinary deity. The shifts in voice being both feminine and masculine. Their outfit being revealing, but also a blazer type top. So clever.

6. "Running Up That Hill" - Kate Bush, Placebo

The first time I heard the song was by Placebo in the vampire movie DayBreakers (2009). Seems 2009 was a decent year for music discovery for me. Lol I had heard Kate Bush's original version at times throughout the years, but after Stranger Things brought it to the forefront, and the lyrics resonated with me even more deeply since my dad died. I can't help but YouTube it every once in a while these last 9 months to think on it.

(Bonus round)

7. "Hope for the World" - Ron Wasserman

A song created for the 1993 Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers tv series. You're not on an acid trip, you read that right, that song and all the ones on that original iteration of the show were SO GOOD. But 'Hope for the World' has such a bite and filled me with almost aggressive delusional amount of confidence when I think about that song or listen to it. And the meaning of that song and all the MMPR soundtrack have evolved in my brain beyond just the Technicolor martial arts and giant robots. Makes me want to fight for the pockets of good in the world. To defend people who are "othered".

Because I knew someone that was "othered" once and there was no one there to help them.

And I've been trying hard to put myself out lately and I need "Hope" that I stand for something true. And that my years of secluded guarded pain are worth something. That I'll be able to go forward and then beyond.

So I am tagging... @echo1331, @petalsbleedingbeak, I know you're quite the music listeners. @canine-heart I know you like these things at times too.

I'm otherwise too shy or too socially awkward to tag others. And if I've forgotten anyone that wants to do it, please do.

#questionnaire #quizzes #quiz #mine #music

[sungbeam]

oH ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

rahh chip !! ilyily hope this makes ur day semi better :(

found below the cut is my director's cut of the oneshot i know what you are (nomin)

request a director's cut!

okay so if u read the author's note on the fic, i kinda explain how this idea came into fruition? but really, i was in my writing seminar and somebody near me said the words "twilight fanfic?" and because we were focusing on parodies, i was like,,, heh wait a damn 😃 and thus, i wrote this monstrosity (i have a love-hate relationship w it), but if u were one of the first few people who found me via twilight nomin, then omg hello !!! :D

(fun fact and tmi: i wrote this by hand in a notebook 💀 crazy right, i wrote fanfic in an actual notebook)

i never intended to make more oneshots, but a couple people convinced me and there are now four of them :') but here it is:

The air around you froze, as if all of time was physically frozen from a gust of wind. You rubbed your bare arms in a poor attempt for warmth. A chill ran up your spine just as a presence filled the space behind you. You had come into the woods behind the school alone, a mistake you would do well not to make again.

i really wanted to reflect the atmosphere of this specific scene, where bella is in the shadowy forest, alone w someone she now assumes to be a vampire (a creature of the night). you'll find that in every oneshot, there is always one element that loyally reflects the original twilight franchise

"There's no need to be afraid, sweets."

i had to figure out a pet name for jaemin to use that would make sense, considering his species lol so i thought sweets would be pretty good LMAO cuz he,,, yknow,,, is supposed to drink blood,,, and he thinks reader smells,,, okay i'll stop—

"I know what you are,"

"Then say it," he prompted gently. "Go on, darling. Say it aloud."

"You're a vampire."

these are a few more points that r pretty similar to the franchise where the vamp "reveals" himself to our human character. i thought the way it was in the franchise was really cringe tho :') so i tried to word it in a more natural way! low-key still sounds cringe, but oh well lol

Jaemin lingered behind, so you didn't hear him mutter "Damn dog" under his breath

i actually LOVED writing this particular paragraph. i only pulled this line, but the entire paragraph is an insight into the vamp-wolfie rivalry, as well as jaemin's own point of view (yeah, it switches pov here essentially). i also thought "damn dog" was so funny when i came up w it :')

You poor thing, you didn't even know the predators were right in front of you.

oh, obliviousness. at this point, u still are not aware that jenos a wolf man, so when he growls, reader thinks there r wolves in the surrounding forest. it's just super ironic that the wolf was right next to reader instead 🤡

"Demon," Jeno snarled. 

Jaemin smiled tightly. "Mutt." He mocked a bow. "What do I owe the distinct displeasure of seeing you on this fine morning, Alpha?"

have i mentioned how much i LOVE BANTER ?? literally even just rivalry like this, the banter is always so much fun to write. just the pettiness OOZING from either male had me cackling in delight. i've always wanted to call someone mutt in a fic before ,,

Jeno stepped in front of you, placing his body directly between you and Jaemin. Jaemin stiffened; the monster inside of him did not like this—at all. "Stay the hell away from her."

now this is an important moment in the fic bc it sets up jaemins attraction to reader too. "stay away from him" was written after this one, so i hadn't yet included that awkward lab scent scene. but here, his demon soul is like,, hissing? it doesn't like jeno standing in the way of getting to their mate

okay im getting so carried away 😭😭😭 i honestly should have focused more on the latter half of this fic cuz it's my favorite, but i'll let u guys read it and tell me what ur favorite lines are :))

ty for reading this far again if u did!! u r loved and appreciated ty gn hehe ^_^

#sungbeam strikes again #jaehunny1428 macmac bff #ask games !!