#the other 2 ghouls can be whoever you want them to be

[michsmeesh]

pov ur a ghoul at a band meeting

based on a hastag funny pic i saw on pinterest (pic under the cut)

#ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost the band #papa emeritus iv #popia #cardinal copia #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #multi ghoul #the other 2 ghouls can be whoever you want them to be #i just wanted to draw swiss 😭

[titlemewickedwonderland]

The Manager (Ghost fic) Chapter 3

Summary: The Ministry announces an outsider coming to be part of the congregation to help with the Ghost project as a tour manager; little did the Ghoul know; she is nothing like they pictured her or how she'd affect them all.

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Chapter 2

"How's work?" the phone was cold against the side of her face as she scribbled down some more notes in her journal and scanned the papers in front of her.

"I'm currently in an investigation of a child kidnapper. It's been pretty tough." Braydon, her husband's voice came from the other end of the line; he sounded tired and distracted meaning he was probably working late again tonight at the station pouring over files.

"A missing child? Shit. How's that going? Any leads?" Ari asked sitting back against the couch.

"Not really, it's a cold dead end right now. How's....how's stuff over there?" well, at least he was trying to make conversation. That was something.

Ari knew Braydon wasn't keen on her staying at the Abbey for her job but why did it matter when they hardly saw each other because of work anyways? She often slept in bed alone most nights of the week and he was gone in the morning before she woke if he did make it back home late in the morning.

"It's going good. These books though are atrocious. Whoever was the manager before me was absolutely shit and stole some money. I'm actually working right now to finish up some details for their next tour. We're leaving in a few days."

"We?" his voice came a little sharper on the other end and Ari winced a bit as she tried to keep her voice calm.

"Yes, we. Braydon. You knew when I took this job that it meant I was working with them...on tour as much as here at the Abbey. I'll be going with them in a few days for their tour and will be gone for the next two months." she explained slowly.

"Two months?!" she pulled the phone from her ear at his raised voice and blew out a breath.

"Yep, but I'm planning on coming back home to visit you before we go in a few days...are you free for us to have dinner or something before then?" she asked; it was silly to be asking her own husband as if she was asking if he was free for a date when she was married to him but she'd realized not long into the marriage how much that man was married more to his work than her at this point.

"I can't Ariel. I have this little boy to find. I can't just drop everything to go have dinner. Time's ticking." Braydon replied in that usual voice Ari knew as disapproval.

"Right...I-I know that. Well, I mean. I suppose I can call you in my free time while I'm on tour to check in and see-"

"Hey, I got to go. I have to go talk to someone about this case real quick." Braydon didn't even say goodbye or let her finish before the line went dead on the other end and Ari was left staring at her phone.

"Right..." she muttered and locked her phone with a heavy sigh as she rubbed her face in exhaustion.

It wasn't that she was physically tired or even mentally tired from work. She was more exhausted from walking around eggshells in her marriage; that bone tiredness that only came when you know something just isn't going right.

Ever since she started her job here at the Abbey a few weeks ago she felt as if her husband wanted nothing to do with her anymore - it wasn't from the lack of trying on her part at least. Braydon was just...busy. But she knew she couldn't keep living like this if she wanted this marriage to work. What did he expect her to do? Drop everything and stay at home? Of course not! She wasn't that kind of woman. She had ambitions and goals of her own and she'd made that perfectly clear when they had started dating; he even supported her...until he got the position he wanted and everything slowly just started falling apart.

The door began to open suddenly, so quietly she didn't even hear it; too busy wallowing in her own self-pity and her disaster of a marriage. It wasn't until a mug was placed on the table in front of her that she looked up.

"Oh, Dew." she forced a smile on her face. "I'm sorry, did you need anything?" she asked looking up at the male who stood so silent and still in front of her just staring down at her.

He didn't wear his mask even when he had on his usual uniform and his skin was that familiar gray tone of his true skin beneath the glamor. His long hair was piled on top of his head and his two small white horns jutted from his forehead as he tipped his head down to look at her.

The room was dark, Copia having gone to bed many hours ago and only a single lamp light in the corner giving her light to work on her papers in preparation for the tour in a few days. But she wasn't expecting visitors let alone Dew of all people who could have found her. Despite working and building relationships with the ghouls over the last few weeks Dewdrop had always kept himself at arm's length. He never sought her out until now it seemed.

"No, you just look like shit."

Ari let out a little bit of a laugh that ended in a sigh as she swiped at her long hair left unbound around her face. "Geez, Dewdrop. You are so sweet. Thanks." she replied rolling her eyes a bit.

The fire ghoul didn't say anything as he nudged the leg of the table with a boot; making it move half an inch in her direction and her eyes fell to the mug of hot cocoa in front of her seeming to realize for the first time that it was actually sitting there.

"Oh...thank you." Her gratitude was a little more genuine as she reached out and wrapped her hands around the warm mug and brought it to her lips.

"You looked like you needed a break...who were you talking to earlier to make you look like that?" the male asked as he scanned the room pretending as if he hadn't heard the conversation; Ari knew better though, with his inhuman hearing as a ghoul he would have been able to pick up both sides of the conversation even behind the door in the hallway.

"My husband." Ari sighed staring down at the papers in front of her without looking seeing what was written on them.

"He sounds like a dick."

her lips tipped up a bit at the corners and she shrugged. "He's just busy. Seems to be all the time now but you know that's the life of a detective, I guess." she replied taking a sip of the chocolate goodness in her cup.

"Too busy to not go out to dinner before his wife leaves for two months? No, that's not busy, sweetcheeks that's full-on douch mode right there." Dewdrop snorted crossing his arms before seeming to think something over and he outstretched a hand towards her.

"Come on."

Ari frowned looking at his offered hand; slender and gray-skinned with dark-tipped claw-like nails. It didn't frighten her, she'd gotten over her shock of seeing them weeks ago but it was the offer of contact that was unlike Dewdrop to offer her. Still, she would take the offered branch of peace as she reached out to slip her hand in his and rose to her feet.

"Where are we going?" she asked curiously as he led her by the hand into the darkened corridors beyond Copia's office.

"Give you a break." was his simple reply.

He led her dark hallways in the familiar path toward the rehearsal room. He let her in first before slipping in behind her and closing the door a bit behind them before marching her towards the stage where a few stools were still out on the stage front.

"What are we doing here Dew?" she laughed a bit as he sat her down on one of the stools before disappearing to grab something.

He returned with his white guitar and sat down beside her. "Giving you a break." he replied insistently as if that would explain her confusion.

He placed the guitar in his lap and began to tune it with daft skilled fingers; despite his claws, he was still very good at handling the musical instrument. It wasn't as if Ari hadn't watched him or the others do the exact same thing before with their instruments while doing practice but it felt a little different tonight. In a room alone with the most notorious grump of the ghouls, Ari found that she actually didn't feel uneasy as she should have been.

When at last he was done he played a few chords seamlessly and Ari found herself entranced as she watched his fingers work over the neck of the guitar. She only raised her eyes when Dewdrop stopped playing and handed it to her.

"Dew, you know I can't play to save my life!" she protested holding her hands up defensively.

"That's why I gave you the pick, idiot." Dewdrop replied "You still got it?" he added

"Yeh, of course, I do!" she held her wrist out to show the bracelet wrapped around her wrist.

"Well damn." Dewdrop grabbed her arm to bring it closer as he examined the band.

It was made from leather, entwined in a braided fashion but in the center of the bracelet held a guitar pick-shaped metal piece that looked an awful lot like a locket. Ari smiled as she reached over with her free hand and clicked it open carefully to reveal inside was the pick Dew had gifted to her snug inside safe and sound.

"Well, I be." he muttered in what seemed like amazement.

"I didn't want to lose it but didn't want to carry it around with me in my pocket in case I lost it that way or it got lost in the washer machine. I'm terrible at emptying my pockets so instead of making it into a necklace and ruining it I asked Mountain to help me. He made me the leather bracelet to put the pick in so I always had it with me." she explained.

That actually got a little grin from the fire ghoul and Ari couldn't help but smile back at the sight; it was rare to see such a genuine smile coming from him where she was in regard. She gently slipped the pick from its holder and dropped her arm; holding it up at him to show him it was exactly the same he had given her.

"Now...I don't know how the hell to use this thing. It looks easy when you guys do it." she laughed a bit and Dew snorted.

"It's not that hard; just takes practice. C'mere. Let me show you." he rose and shifted side her as she adjusted the guitar into her lap.

She could feel the hellish heat coming off of his body as he bent over her and placed her hands in the proper position. A few strands of his long hair came out of his messy bun and tickled the back of her neck as he showed her how to hold the instrument.

"Just place your fingers here and strum the strings here with the pick while pressing down on the ones up here," he explained softly as he wrapped his fingers around hers to adjust them and pressed down on the metal strings before strumming the guitar; filling the room with the sounds of the chords and actually startling her a bit.

She had been so busy looking at him from the corner of her eye that she wasn't aware of what he was really talking about; he seemed to notice as his lips tipped up into a smirk when he caught her sheepish look when she realized she got caught staring at him.

"Sorry, just..." Ari pressed her lips tightly together and looked down at the guitar as Dewdrop moved back to his seat.

"But what?"

"I suppose it's just...I wasn't expecting this side of you. You always seemed just out of reach. And I guess I don't blame you. Being dumped with a stranger and all it isn't easy to trust people who aren't in your immediate circle like your pack." Ari confessed.

The fire ghoul leaned back in his chair and stared at her with a thoughtful expression. "I get it. If it makes you feel better thinking about it...I wasn't expected you to be this cool of a person. You're easy to get along with; that's obvious. Not a lot of strangers would come into a Satanic church and come face to face with creatures from hell and be so chill about it."

The woman shrugged biting at the side of her cheek. "I'm not a religious person, to be honest. But working here certainly has changed my view on things; whether heaven and hell exist is still something to think about but...I do know there are things out there that aren't human - you guys are living proof of that." she replied wih a small shrug.

"When I first talked to Copia about you guys during our little chats before I took the job I thought the whole Satan and ghoul thing was just a front...like stage lore I suppose, but I don't think I've ever been so glad to be proven wrong." she laughed a bit as she set the guitar down gently.

"Well, we're glad you are here." Dew finally replied after a long silence.

"Me too." Ari smiled to herself before checking her phone. "Shit, I should probably get back to the office and pack up my things. I still have a few things to get done before I call it a night." she rose

"Thank you for this experience Dew." she gave him a warm smile before turning to leave; she paused though when she heard Dewdrop speak up behind her.

"You know, happiness doesn't mean having to sacrifice yourself all the time; especially for someone who doesn't deserve your precious time."

She blinked staring at the door for a long moment as she mulled over his words; he wasn't talking about their time spent together, she knew that even as she turned around to look at him.

"You aren't talking about you are you Dew?" her smile was a little forced as she tried to joke.

But Dewdrop's face was serious as his golden gaze scanned her features and the way her body seemed to be wired tense.

"He doesn't deserve you Ari. You deserve so much better than what he has to offer you, and that's not a lot he can offer you. You're better off without him."

"Are you saying that out of experience?" she raised a brow as she watched him idly fiddle with his guitar.

"I'm just saying." he shrugged but she knew there was more he wanted to say but wouldn't, not yet anyway.

"I know Dewdrop...But I have nowhere else to go." she finally let out a sigh.

"You're an idiot for giving up your life for him woman. And you do have somewhere to go if you left him, you know. You got us know. The ghouls and me, Copia...We wouldn't be mad if you decided to stay here officially." the comment came easily enough but the meaning behind it as she watched him almost shyly fiddle with his guitar avoiding her eyes made her realize this was his way of telling her she was part of their little ragtag group now. That he'd accepted her already.

It warmed her heart a little bit so she couldn't help but smirk playfully and take a step towards him as she tried to seek out his gaze. "Are you telling me you want me to stay Dewdrop? I thought I was just a stranger."

"Idiot. Just...get out, go to bed or whatever," he grumbled stubbornly but even from that door she could see the tinge of a blush darken his features and she laughed under her breath.

"Thank you Dewdrop. For tonight." she told him sincerely before she turned and headed out of the room.

~

Chapter 4

#ghost ghouls #ghost fandom #ghost #the band ghost #ghost band #rain ghoul #dewdrop #rain #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss multi ghoul #mountain #mountain ghoul #phantom #phantom ghoul

[lussterpurge]

BOOM I figured I'll send the next one when I have a ton of songs... and now I have a ton of songs. So 1) Whatever it takes - imaginedragons M brain hardcore projects this on STEVEN of all people. I'm pretty sure if I tried I'll be able to get the vibes to qord, but as we've established I do not try. I specifically want to point out the bridge of the song. Alain and Ash also fit the song very well, but my brain refuses to consider anything other than Steven https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=cnRB2CgUpSw 2) Alive k-391 SPEAKING OF ASH, he would definitely sing this song if he sang songs. The chorus is literally just his entire worldview. He's singing this to Serena, Clemont, Alain, whoever you want. He owns this song https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=MiAYpRxXgH0 3) Question from Assassination Classroom ALAIN. It's literally just Alain. The english translation for one of the parts goes Yeah i get knocked down like this, everytime but what else can I do? /Your scathing serious voice cuts me like no one else ever could/ Thousands, tens of thousands of times, I've made my feelings clear/driven them in thrown them in but all you do is run Like. Look at me. Tell me this isn't him (you can't) https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=9oz-NhZOc0E 4) Unravel from Tokyo Ghoul Two anime songs? Sure, why not. I haven't listened to it in a bit but again, Alain vibes https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NMinvWBxmGs (I know its not yt music but I couldn't find a proper english ver on it) 5) Shelter - Porter Robinson Clemont time! Its kinda like Whatever it takes up above where we're not actually sure why, but like, its Clemont to me. Something about his relationship with Clembot and Meyer I think. https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=5UZ4V16d8eU

This was an entire essay and I kept thinking of more songs as I wrote this so, I should probably make a playlist. But I don't enjoy doing that also being able to rant about the songs is fun. My brain has assigned you as the music person. At the very least, I hope you can vibe to these

OKAY. I had to write these as I listened to the songs cause I have like short term memory loss but as a quick summary YEAH. These are very accurate and gut wrenching as a matter of fact. So.

1- I’d already listened to this song, and tbh revisiting it was awesome af. For Steven the lyrics that caught my eye were “Never be enough, I’m the prodigal son. I was born to run, I was born for this.” So YES. Very Steven-core.

2- Considering Ash is VERY selfless, yes! The lyrics do talk a lot about taking chances even if you don’t know what might happen, and knowing Ash this fits him well. He’s all about taking chances and going crazy with it. So yes !

3- I really can’t tell you it isn’t about him because it is. Alain is also, very selfless, but all because in my head he needs the constant approval from those around him. (Especially Lysandre, during his Team Flare days). So YES.

4- (eye twitch eye twitch/pos) this is awesome. This is VERY ALAIN CODED. The particular line that talks about being unbreakable gives me a LOTT of Alain vibes ‘cause he really does want to believe that!

5- this one made me ill but like in a good way. VERY ACCURATE. The lyrics r super gut wrenching too (at least for me) but this is rlly messed up but in a good way. YES!

TY FOR THESE 🫶

#pokemon #pokemon xyz #tsme #alain for pokémon masters ex 2024

[tarithenurse]

Living at Night - 2

Fandom: Original work, still Y/N reader Word count: 2022 Content: So for this chapter we’re dealing with talks of death/murder, blood drinking and public nudity. Generally there’s vampires, werewolves, ghouls, gore, near death experiences, memory loss. THIS HAS NOT BEEN BETAED – sorry! A/N: Second chapter of my original little thing. Please let me know what you think. Tags are available in exchange for comments and/or reblogs.

2.

You’re a vampire. It’s new and not by choice and you’re fairly certain that you want to complain to someone about it if only you knew who. It’s not that it’s all that bad except for the part where a werewolf – which apparently also exists, surprise – nearly expired you, you’re trapped in a cage now, and you’re starving.

Unsure how long it’s been since Matteo left, all you have to go by is your body and it’s sending you some very mixed signals. Most of which you aren’t sure you appreciate as they seem to be centred around some rather disturbing, blood related urges. Those urges are growing. So instead of sitting quietly with your back against the thick metal bars, fiddling with the heavy chain and manacle you’ve found under the blanket, you’re testing every single bar and inspecting the hinges repeatedly (no, you can’t get to them no matter how hard you try – whoever built this contraption was thorough).

That’s how Matteo finds you when he returns. This time he’s alone, carrying a lavender duffel back that is vaguely familiar in one hand while the other arm is occupied with a couple of towels and a garden hose.

You should probably be focused on the latter.

It is, however, the scent of wet dog mixed with something tantalizingly sweet that you recognize from the dried gore on your clothes and the donor bag from earlier. Blood. It makes your stomach rumble and you can’t fight the urge to reach past the bars towards him.

“Yeah yeah,” he hums absentmindedly as he dumps the stuff on the floor, “I know...you’re hungry again.”

You really are. Your insides are creaming at you and you’ve already spotted several places you could bite down on him to get your urge stilled. Thank gods for the cage or you might have regardless of him being your friend.

“Here’s how we’re gonna do this, Y/N.” His tone is pure business, making your attention snap to the message for at least a short while. “Blankets out of the cage... you don’t want them wet. Then clothes off. Hosing you down. Towels in to dry you and the floor. Then finally you get the blankets and your clean stuff.” You’re about to complain but he continues relentlessly: “IF you do well, then you get another baggie,” and holds up a donor bag.

Still, you have to try. “Why can’t I just go shower normally?”

“Trust me...it seems like it would save us some hassle and dignity but it really won’t. I can’t trust you right now.” You don’t dare to contradict him. “Smart girl.”

...

The washing is cold and harsh as the nozzle of the hose is turned to pressure wash, it seems. But it works and eventually you’re clean and dry, dressed in fresh clothes from your own home which makes you feel a bit better although you can’t really recall it.

Nestled into the blankets, you look at Matteo who’s rolling the hose up. He’s wearing a different Henley than when he saved you and he’s hair is still damp from the shower he must have taken before returning to you. You’re okay now though, sipping almost slowly from the promised bag.

“Why can’t I remember anything?”

Looking over at you, the frown doesn’t disappear as quickly as he might have wanted. “I don’t know. Not an expert but maybe it’s common for fledglings to suppress the events of their turning.”

“But what about everything else?” you burp and he scrunches his nose.

“I don’t -” he sighs, “listen, Y/N, I’m just some guy trying to avoid a precarious truce from crumbling.”

“Sounds fancy and heroic.”

You can tell he tries very hard to keep calm by the way he rolls his shoulders. “Don’t take this the wrong way...but you should be dead right now.” It’s hard not to take offence but luckily he hurries on. “No one has, at least officially although I doubt that now, been turned for close to a hundred years.”

“...then why’s there an entire fucking town of monsters?”

“Hey!” Finally he rounds on you, face contorted into a grimace that he quickly schools. “You’re one of those monsters now, so watch what you say.” Another deep sigh as he tosses the rolled up hose aside, efficiently undoing the coils as it lands in a heap. Coming to sit a few feet from the cage, Matteo rubs his face. “Vampires don’t die unless they get killed by someone or one of their...flaws. Werewolves are different: we age like humans and die as such but we take care only to mate with other werewolves – that much has been allowed. Our numbers are steady without turning any humans.”

You hate to admit that it actually makes sense. “And the rest?” Matteo had told you about other kinds of beings in the town.

“Like Terra?” Instantly remembering that that was the name of the girl who’d been with you to where you bumped into Jack and the other guys. “Same deal as your kind...but they tend to lose their minds and control as they age. Terra’s a rare exception. She’s a good egg and she came to get me as soon as you bumped into Jack.”

“He’s a jerk.”

“He was protecting our turf as we have the right to.” There’s a timbre of a growl to the werewolf’s voice that almost makes you squirm. “...he was a hothead and a lot of trouble too but he didn’t...didn’t deserve that end.” Getting up, he refocuses needlessly on the damn hose.

Something warns you not to push the subject and so instead you set to rummage through your duffel to see what else he brought you.

Mix matched clothes (at least he’s had the mind to grab a couple of bras and all of your knickers even though you cringe at the idea of a guy going through your underwear). But there are other things too like a few books from your nightstand – your untouched TBR pile from during the pandemic, your jewellery box, toiletries, even including some random makeup that’s more or less useless without applicators or remover. It’s the thought that counts, though.

“So...couple of questions,” you start haltingly, “Terra’s allowed in your territory?”

This time Matteo finishes rolling up the hose and hangs it off the railing of the stairs. “She can go anywhere...well, almost. Her kind doesn’t have their own neighbourhood. Means I have to ask her to be the messenger for me now and I really hope she accepts.”

“Messenger? Why?”

He turns to look at you, deadpan. “I can’t go tell the vamps that I got a fledgling of theirs caged up in my basement, now can I? First off, I’d be trespassing. Secondly, they’d think I’d be lying and maybe even try to cause trouble, and thirdly...” he sighs – again.

You’re sure you won’t like what’s coming next but you ask anyways. “Thirdly?”

“Forget it,” he says as he turns away.

“No, tell me.”

Whipping back to face you, a growl erupts from his chest and you involuntarily recoil but as he speaks, he’s frighteningly calm: “Let’s just say that it would have saved me a fuck-ton of trouble to let Jack and the boys dust you but now I gotta play detective and keep both our asses alive.”

Silence fills the room, allowing the words to penetrate your scared mind. You don’t like the idea of being in danger of getting killed...but somehow it rubs your worse to know that he’s risking the same for having your back.

“Just...let me go. I won’t be your problem anymore.”

“I can’t do that. You might drain someone innocent...especially before you get a hang of feeding.”

You’ve only just drained a bag, but the idea of fresh blood makes your throat dry up already and you know he’s right: you’d drink a person dry if you had the chance. There’s nothing nice about the thought, not an inkling of hope that you could restrain yourself now you’re aware. Just...cold acceptance.

“Also...say I let you go and you get out of town,” he comes closer to the cage and sits in front of it, just out of your reach, “I still have the problem of a fledgling having been made against the law. Some vamp out there is either rebelling or it’s an outsider that has to be taught how we do things here. Now you, you’re my best clue so far.”

“But I don’t know who did it.”

Matteo smiles wryly. “I’m hoping to jog your memory.”

“How?”

“Find some evidence from where you came back. So excuse me while I go pretend to be a bloodhound and follow your trail...it should still reek even after this long.”

“Reek?” You can’t help but feel a bit offended.

He barks a little laugh. “Yeah, you smell of death and -” he tilts his head – “patchouli?”

“Well you smell of wet dog,” you retort, making him arch a brow in amusement. “Well? Go do your thing! I’m clearly not going to be going with you so don’t let me keep you here.”

“Alright, spitfire,” he smiles, “hang tight.”

And with that he gets up and leaves. You can hear the door lock behind him. Once. And another lock. And another. He really doesn’t want you out of the basement even if you made it out of the cage.

...

There are some notable changes to your physique after you’ve turned. Some might actually be for the better but there’s one that’s really fucking annoying: you can’t sleep. Tired of overthinking your situation, you’ve snuggled down in the blankets and you know you ought to be exhausted...but you can’t sleep. Your mind is constantly churning but it’s not just because of that.

In lieu of some shut-eye, you’ve rearranged your minimal quarters as best as you can but even that doesn’t keep you entertained for long and you’re more than happy when your ear picks up the sounds of footsteps up above.

Heavy.

Multiple sets.

There’s even a faint droning of voices.

The footsteps move, coming to stop before the basement door and one lock after the other is unlocked, allowing daylight to stream in, glaringly bright even in comparison to the naked light bulb of the basement. It makes your eyes hurt and your skin crawl, all of your instincts telling you to stay away from it.

Matteo is not the only one to descent the stairs, haloed for a moment is a familiar male frame that’s Al, and the smaller, slightly hunched form of Terra. But someone else is there too: big and broad, the man has an air of a polite visitor that could snap your neck if he wanted. He dwarves the others in the sort of awkward or shy manner that you see with some really large people who aren’t comfortable with their own strength.

“Y/N!” Terra squeaks, rushing towards the cage and stretching her hands through the bars.

Grasping for her, though, you almost gag at the stench of rot. How come you hadn’t noticed that last night? Or maybe you did but didn’t realize that the stink was from her? You don’t know. You don’t care. Right now it just feels right to get to touch someone because you had noticed the distance Matteo had kept between you.

“Thank you,” you manage to choke out through the well of emotions, “thank you for getting me to safety.”

“Almost didn’t manage,” she apologizes.

“You might want to step back a bit, Terra,” the stranger rumbles and much to your dismay, the girl obliges, allowing him to step forward just a bit. He keeps his distance though. “So you really are real, huh, little fledgling?” A honeyed breeze wafts from him, making your teeth ache.

Stealing a glance at Matteo, you catch the faint eye roll – he probably doesn’t like to have been doubted. “Looks like,” you reply. “And you are?”

The man smiles broadly. “I’m the one who decides if you’re dusted straight away or if you should be given a chance to plead your case.”

#writing #wip #original #fiction #original writing #original fiction #reader insert #vampires #werewolves #supernatural beings

[emeritus-fuckers]

how do you do, fellow queers, look how fucking professional i'm being this time, sending an ask like commonfolk/j

for the match-up re-run bc i wanna see nyx struggle with repugnant <3

1. Your identity! i'm sorry for the research nyx

i can very proudly call myself a faggot. my pronouns are they/she/he/xey/per/ghoul, but i'm slowly moving away from the "standard" ones. multigender, but they're all xenogender (ghoulgender, ghoulettegender, gooregender, chaosgender). multisexual (pansexual, asexual, lesbian, aegosexual, orchidsexual, berrisexual). aroallo (aegoromantic, desinoromantic, grayromantic, demiromantic). autistic. theistic satanist.

2. Who do you like?

repugnant. death metal racoons my beloved.

3. What do you look like?

there's a picture. i just dress more like a metalhead now. still wearing too much jewelry. i'm still short (it is a tragedy).

4. What's your personality?

i hate whoever came up with these questions (ekhem, myself).

ISTP-T, according to a quiz i did just before writing this. i'm relatively apathetic, only ever getting truly emotional when i'm overwhelmed. touch-repulsed, but touch-starved when it comes to people close to me. i'm quiet and distant around strangers, but get talkative and open with friends. i struggle with serious self-esteem issues (diagnosed depression, cheers) and i get very anxious about my friends just not liking me anymore and usually need to be yelled at to get my shit together. and then cuddled because i got yelled at. my relationship with emotions is complicated, as i only feel a very faint outline of an emotion most of the time, but i've learned to adapt to it over time and i'm pretty good at adapting my behavior so it looks like i feel a complete emotion.

when it comes to affection, i'm like a cat. i love it, but only when i want it. otherwise i will run away. i also show it in inconvenient ways, i suppose, like randomly grabbing my friends with a weird noise or sometimes (if we're really close) biting them. i feel very uncomfortable around most children, so i despise them.

5. Tell us about your interests!

i'd say repugnant, ghost and in this moment would be my top three bands to listen to, but i also like vocaloid and dolly parton. i always have to have something playing in the background or it's too quiet for me and i lose my shit. i like to read, but i much prefer to overanalyze everything and come up with ridiculous theories and headcanons to write about (i think emeritus-fuckers is proof of that). I like writing, but only stuff i actually enjoy writing, not whatever bullshit they're coming up with for uni. I can't write porn, yet people seem to think that i can, which is honestly hilarious to me.

i like making bracelets and other arts and crafts things, though i suck at it and usually it looks like trash.

i like video games, mostly sims 4 (finally figured out how to furnish it hallelujah) right now, but i like classic assassin's creed games (which means everything that came out before Origins/Odyssey bc fuck i hate these), the saints row series and skyrim too. and uncharted, too. and i guess tekken, but i'm just there for the hotties tbh.

i don't really watch movies, but if i had to pick a favorite, it would either be scream, pearl or shrek.

6. Trivia time!

i know way too much about butterflies and moths.

i have a framed attacus atlas.

my favorite food is instant cupped carbonara.

i have a dog (everyone has seen her at this point tbh).

i have a figurine of the batman who laughs and his three robins.

i love juice. especially apple-cherry juice.

i'm a terrible cook, i can make like three dishes and that's it.

i hate working under pressure and/or with deadlines.

i have a rather controversial sense of humor.

i love wearing too much jewelry.

i adore matching things, from jewelry to tattoos.

and here's a few pics of my cuddle monster.

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is…Mary Goore... and DD Sars... and kinda the rest of the band...

Hear me out on this haha, I have spent way too much time thinking about this and well you'll see XD - Nyx

So you met Mary first. They thought you looked cool so they went over to you.

You got chatting and you just kinda clicked with each other. Especially since you both have a controversial sense of humour. Mary enjoys throwing a few playful insults at you and getting all of that back and some.

You met up a few more times, enough so that you became comortable around Mary and them you. Although there was a discussion about your boundaries when you had to explain that you are like a cat, you only want affection when you are in the mood. Which of course Mary respected.

Mary after really getting to know you declared you one of their favourite ever people by lightly biting your shoulder. (This was okay as you way of telling them the same was to display your affection with a bite.)

Mary then proudly introduced you to the rest of the band. You quickly became close with all of them as to be with Mary is to be with the band. When Mary mentioned you had a dog E. wanted to see lots of pictures. He just kinda quietly sat there as you scrolled through them.

You made them all bracelets, G. got very excited by this. You said they look like trash and DD just kinda rounded on you. He firmly told you about how they weren't trash and how could you be so stupid to think so low of yourself. You just kinda nodded and then spend the rest of the day being cuddled by G.

DD does however get you. He never says it to you but its shown through his actions. He will just quitly sit and listen if you want to talk about it. He might say that you are a fucking weirdo but his expression tells the real story. He understands you and he knows what its like to have a complicated realtionship with emotions. There is a really nice companionship you two have because of this.

Mary noticed how you look at DD like you want him to sit on your face. So one night they say to you while pointing at DD "all you have to do is ask, you know, DD would be more than happy to" and then they gave you a little wink. Mary left it with you, it's totally up to you if you want to follow through on that or not...

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Written by Nyx

#match up #match up event #ghoulettka #repugnant band #repugnant #mary goore #mary goore x reader #dd sars #dd sars x reader #g grotesque #e forcas

[healerelowen]

 I gots some more headcanons and imagines for you all to feast on while I get a few things going.

Leshy prepping his nest before he goes to sleep, then he goes, “Hm, something is missing, oh yes!” Then he rushes off and comes back holding his partner like a kitten and softly drops them into the nest. 

P03 bonks people/things he loves with its screen. It’s not something that he’s learned to do in a relationship, no no. It’s a natural behavior that all bots do! Meaning that the Inspector, Melter, and Dredger all do this as well. Maybe even the Uberbots too. (This is based off of ShioCreator’s fic, “Almost Murder Was Not The Intention” on Ao3. I’m just expanding the idea more.) 

All of the others that live in the land of beasts (Angler, Prospector, Trapper, and Trader) their eyes also turn red whenever they’re angry. 

I like to imagine that the Challengers are the definition of ‘Fuck around and find out’. 

If P03 can purr, that definitely means that the other Uberbots can too;

-Archivist’s purr is soft and soothing, gently rumbling against the metallic frame of her body. 

-The Photographer’s purr is very low and deep, rumbling loudly as it gently bonks whoever or whatever it’s purring at with its ‘face’.    

-The Unfinished Boss’s purr has a rather odd pitch to it. Their purr occasionally will have a sort of beep or chirp at random.

-G0lly’s purr is high pitched and squeaky. Unlike the Unfinished Boss, G0lly will let out beeps and chirps whenever she gets even more happy and excited rather than uncontrollably. 

-Extra: P03’s purr is not too low and not too high, a solid middle ground pitch. Will quietly let out a beep or two on occasion. 

   Which Scrybe enjoys stargazing the most? (In order of greatest to least) 

Leshy

-Leshy enjoys stargazing whenever he can. He finds it a very relaxing activity, one of his favorites in fact. 

2. P03

-P03 would never admit it, but he actually is really curious about astrology, it's just not one of its main focuses. 

3. Grimora

-Doesn��t see stars as often as she would like to, but when she does, she enjoys gazing up at them with her ghouls. 

4. Magnificus

-Doesn’t stargaze as a hobby, however he does use them as reference for his art. 

The Reader in the Chaoscule has a scar on their right eye from Act 1. 

Everytime Leshy looks at it, he feels guilty. (I will provide a visual example sooner or later.) 

All of the Scrybes have a soft spot for kids. All of them (some more than others).

For example;

 Leshy would prevent the child from using any items to hurt themselves. 

P03 would probably go easy on them, especially if they’re struggling and might even teach them a thing or two along the way. 

Grimora would also go easy on them and if they’re struggling will give them a few tips to help them. 

Magnificus would probably take baby steps with them, teaching them about which cards to use for each turn, to the point where he’s hardly even playing anymore, he’s just teaching them about the Magick cards.  

A little sneak peek into the ending per say of the Second Stoat Card Au, P03’s partner definitely thinks about teasing P03 about him being a stoat, but then decides not to as that was traumatizing for it and they don’t want to overstep that boundary. Character development 101.  

When I said in my ‘How would the Scrybes protect their S/O’ post that nobody hurts Grimora’s partner, I did not mean she will ensue violence. Though that doesn’t mean she won’t give a sharp and stern talk to whoever hurt you. I could imagine that she has a sharp tongue and only uses this ability when she needs to.    

#inscryption #inscryption p03 #inscryption leshy #inscryption grimora #inscryption magnificus #the second stoat card au #the chaoscule #the unfinished boss #the photographer #the archivist #inscryption g0lly #the angler #the prospector #the trader #the trapper #inscryption dredger #inscryption melter #inscryption inspector

[bewitched-bee]

I'm curious about your list of who you will and won't write. I can understand not having a grasp on some personalities, but how do you have an understanding of the temp drummer who was there for all of 2 months in 2017, but not any ghoulettes, even the ones who've been around for six years?

This is a good question, I don't have a set personality for the ghoulettes because I honestly don't pay that much attention to their stage presence or read a lot of things about them. Most of the way I base the ones I write for are how I've seen others portray them mixed with my own thoughts. I am aware there is a lack of love for the ghoulettes and I know by saying I don't look into them that much that it will anger some people. As for how I have an understanding of certain ghouls, that honestly comes from the fact that I have became a pretty big fan of whoever portrayed certain ghouls. So I've done research and seen what their stage presence looks like for other things they've been involved in and compared that to what I've seen and heard from the ghost fans who know about them and ultimately came up with the way I see the ghoul's personality since there is very little info of their time in ghost to go off of. If you still want to know more then send more anon asks or even feel free to dm me.

#bee answers #bee’s anons #bee's ramblings #anon ask

[life-in-the-monster-haus]

Monster High the Movie Review Part 6

Spoilers ahead!

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I take it back, These are my new favorite outfits. Fan-artists!? I hope y'all are taking notes, I am not taking these meticulous screenshots for my health.

Side note: there are... a lot of sweaters and crocheted fabrics in this movie. Did this come back into vogue recently and I missed it?

There are some interesting things going on in this scene, for starters? The School can see into Bloodgoods office and I'm assuming it will snitch on whoever is in there to Bloodgood otherwise why would Clawdeen be afraid of it? It looks like it has another eye inside of the eye, which is super weird but also cool, it probably doesn't have a wide range of motion if it can't see Clawdeen when she's behind the mantel.

it's okay Frankie, I feel that way about talking to authority figures too.

Ceci Balagot once again putting his all into this performance! Frankie looks devastated at having to be social as they said earlier it's hard for them to click with others. You can feel their discomfort at the thought of having to make small talk with a teacher.

Update: a lot of so called fans claim that Nickelodeon nerfed a lot of Monster High's more edgy fashions and I'm just not seeing it. Frankie is wearing like 200 safety pins, zippers, chains and half of a tackle box. I realize y'all WANT to complain, I like doing it too. but there needs to be stuff actually worth complaining about.

Cleo is still on the Student Council! I really wish they would have put her in the outfit from the Student Disembodied Council 5 pack it would have been such a cute throw back! However I don't mind it too much because this outfit she is in here is so cute! very Boo York Boo York! I am salty she doesn't have more wraps on her but I do like that she is just oozing body glitter, Mummies need their moisturizer after all. She also tells Draculaura not to "Cleo-Patronize" her which was said by OG Cleo in New Ghoul at School when she was at her peak mean ghoul. She also says "Oh My Gods" Plural. ha! Egyptian many god humor.

Update: Apparently I can't hear, she actually says "Oh My Gauze" which is still funny because it's a pun. but not nearly as interesting as Cleo referencing her polytheistic religion.

They put so much detail into Bloodgoods office but didn't put Nightmare in there. we're halfway through the movie at this point and if she's not in it, I'm gonna be real pressed... You can't have a Headless Horseperson without their horse!

Update: Nightmare is not in the movie at all, I am pressed.

I just wanna show off these outfits again.

Bloodgood asks how Clawdeen speech is coming for the "founders day dinner" that is approaching in the next week or so and based on Clawdeens reaction she has not even thought about the speech.

Lagoona's outfit is so cute, I can't believe she is hardly in this movie. So little screen time and yet so much wrong with her, tsk tsk. I hope we see her more. I am begging this movie to prove me wrong and that she is more than just Cleo's side kick.

Update: I was unnecessarily harsh on Lagoona in this review. New information has come to light and I'll make a retraction later. but she's really fine & that outfit is super cute.

If Steven Universe has taught me anything. It's that this outfit means that this man has 2 little gay men inside of him.

This is what you writer types call foreshadowing.

Clawdeen has not worked on her speech or done her homework. this is unusual for her as OG Clawdeen had decent grades, not perfect grades, as she failed a test because she didn't study and instead stayed up to watch Americans Next Top Monster. But this kind of slacking is unusual for her and shows that her mind is elsewhere.

Part 6/?

#Monster High #Monster high movie

[hazelenergy]

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

Hazel is a capable liar, when she wants to be. She is very good at maintaining a long con, and keeping herself in character. To this night, the Tampa Camarilla still believes she is a ghoul- not a thinblood.

In an encounter with Marco, she did manage to successfully lie twice to the Lasombra's face- before he saw through her third lie.

When her lies fall flat, she knows it and smiles wanly. Its a last ditch effort to hope whoever she is talking to falls for it.

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

It used to be bowls of cereal. Now, her sweet tooth likes finding sweet resonances.

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

Hazel can swim, though she wasn't taught any techniques to do it properly. While living in Miami and Tampa, there were ample opportunities to get in the ocean. She tended to avoid it for a few reasons. 1) The waves and currents of the beaches arent the most gentle, and she has enough survival knowledge to know what a rip current is. 2) Beaches are safe during the day, but at night are prowling with sabbat and probably some other supernatural creatures. 3) She doesn't like the feeling of the wet sand on her toes. Its squishes uncomfortably.

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

She doesn't mind her photo being taken, but is wary of it. Photos can now be scattered across the internet super quickly- and she doesn't want to be found by Hunters or enemies. She's already dealt with the SI once, she doesnt want to do it again.

Hazel has a multitude of poses, but favors her silly ones with her sibling and friends. Silly faces and smiles beaming with laughter is what she prefers.

Hazel has only a few photos she has taken. A lot of her belongings, photos included, were destroyed when she left Atlanta. She has one of her original coterie: herself, Solomon, and Tommy Martin. Its half burned.

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

"Just gimme a minute, gimme a minute Thought I got through it, maybe I didn't, Thought it was over, maybe it isn't Just gimme a minute, gimme a minute"

- from Gimme a Minute by PVRIS. This song joined the Hazel playlist during our chronicle finale. The poor girl endured it all after confronting her adoptive sire about her plans. She lost her touchstone, she was shot in the stomach, she had her blood boiled, and knew that her identity was possibly burned by the SI. In a single night.

Even after years of playing Hazel post chronicle online, this song still is hers. Even after getting several goth and metal songs to actually put on her playlist- its still this one.

#//thanks for the ask! #hazel answers questions #ooc

[delimeful]

nothing in this world (i wouldn’t do) (2)

warnings: mild blood/violence/injury, demon slaying, miscommunication, impromptu first aid, mentions of spiders, virgil tempting fate with his internal dialogue again

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Whenever Virgil wasn’t sleeping, he was on the move.

At first, it had been because he didn’t trust himself around towns for too long, and there was always the chance of a real demon slayer getting wind of that ridiculous rumor and trying to track him down and kill him for it, even though it totally wasn’t his fault.

But then, as time went on, his bizarre pseudo-popularity seemed to have a different side effect.

Namely, every time he managed to save another human and hauled them back to the nearest town, he’d be practically swarmed. Antsy townsfolk would hurriedly inform him of the horrible tragedy they’d heard about up north, or the mysterious disappearances by the woods between this town and the neighboring one, or any sort of rumor that they thought a “demon slayer” should know about.

Where exactly were all the real demon slayers when people needed them? Why was he, an actual demon, seemingly more accessible for seeking help?!

Still, he wasn’t exactly doing anything else with his life (his unlife?), and if there were less demons, that meant the world would be safer for Thomas, didn’t it? So off he went, taking the less-traveled paths and following vague leads right into more danger.

His latest case had been a requested one, from a weaver in the last town. She had received a letter from her brother saying that he planned to come visit, and weeks later, he still hadn’t appeared or replied to her many return messages. The worry seemed to weigh her down like a physical burden, and he’d agreed perhaps more easily than normal.

Now, he was wedged into a shallow crevice in the mountainside and sorely regretting that decision.

The issue wasn’t the demon, no. He’d actually been making good progress on getting deeper and deeper into its territory in the past few days.

The issue was that he wasn’t the only one hunting it.

First, it had been a gaggle of young teens, and he’d been so alarmed that he’d almost dropped right out of the trees and ushered them back out of the woods. The less humans traipsing around this deep in demon territory, the better.

Of course, that was when he’d managed to spot the swords strapped to their sides, and suddenly, never appearing before a human again was looking more and more appealing. He’d immediately switched gears from tracking to stealth, and honestly, should have just turned tail and left then.

Instead, because those kids were around Thomas’s age and he still needed to find that weaver’s brother and also he was a sentimental idiot, he trailed them at a distance, always staying downwind and poised to bolt.

They handled themselves well at the beginning, and then the environment began to warp around them, and then it turned out there was more than one demon nesting here, and Virgil had been on the brink of jumping down and interfering, swords or no swords, when--

Between one blink and the next, one of the demons was cleanly beheaded.

The demon slayer-- for what else could he be-- smiled brilliantly as the body disintegrated to ash, holding a hand out to help one of the teens to their feet.

“It seemed like you all could use a little assistance,” he’d said, turning to face one of the other demons with a confidence that visibly unsettled it. Above, a circling crow cried out raspily. “My dear Missus informed me of your call for backup.”

If the stranger’s swift execution hadn’t tipped Virgil off, the way the baby slayers looked up at him with blatant awe was clue enough. This slayer was powerful and charismatic, whereas Virgil was neither of those things, so he was going to stay right here in his crevice until the whole situation had sorted itself out.

The three other demons seemed to have no such qualms, lunging at him in a semi-coordinated attack. The slayer handled them with terrifying ease, and for a moment it seemed that the battle had been settled, as simple as that.

Of course, that was when the landscape twisted further in on itself, buzzing like a disturbed wasps nest, and Virgil realized abruptly that this was the first time he’d seen so many feral, newly-created demons in one territory.

A stronger demon was keeping them all in line, like the queen of a hive. And it wasn’t at all pleased about the intrusion.

The slayer seemed to have caught on as well, his sword held aloft in threat. “Looks like the real fight starts now,” he said with a sharp, cocky grin.

Mere minutes later, the smile had grown considerably more strained.

Coincidentally, he’d taken considerably more damage in that time as well.

The slayer had given as good as he got, but against a demon’s healing factor, it wasn’t good enough. He was losing.

“Get out of here!” he instructed, and the baby slayers hesitated, clearly torn. He shot them a dazzling grin, hiding all signs of fatigue even as another blow rattled his sword. “Come now, don’t you know an order when you hear one? I don’t want any distractions while I handle this gruesome ghoul, so back to town with you!”

He cut off any further arguments by pointedly leading his attacker astray, giving them ample time to flee. Virgil felt some of the tension fade from him as the baby slayers got away cleanly, leaving just the slayer and the queen.

Really, he shouldn’t want the slayer to survive. Not when having a slayer that strong anywhere near him, or even in the same country as him, could easily be a death sentence. That didn’t change the jolt of panic that went through him when the queen finally gained the upper hand, knocking the slayer back into sheer cliff face hard enough to snap something.

… A slayer that protected others from demons so wholeheartedly was one that would protect Thomas.

The queen advanced towards the slayer, wounded and weakened but already gloating about how his flesh would be more than enough to completely rejuvenate her. Her entire focus was on the human’s fallen form.

Virgil dropped down on top of her soundlessly, claws piercing through muscle and fat until he’d torn her nearly clear in half. She shrieked in outrage, but a skull-crushing stomp was enough to knock her unconscious for at least a few moments.

The slayer, exhausted, half-crumpled against a tree, and his shoulder very clearly dislocated, looked up at him for a moment with something like hope.

When they met eyes, however, that was swiftly extinguished in favor of wary frustration.

“Another demon?” he complained, trying rather unsubtly to grasp for the sword that the queen had knocked free of him. “Exactly how many monsters can one fit on a single mountain?”

The sword was entirely out of reach, but Virgil kicked it a little further away for good measure. The slayer shot him a petulant glare.

Virgil pointed at a scrap of bloodied cloth left behind from one of the baby slayers, trying out a questioning rumble. Backup coming for you?

“I’m offended that you think I would answer that,” the slayer responded, nose upturned, “or any other monosyllabic interrogative questions, for that matter.”

Virgil growled low in his throat, frustration bubbling up. If he ditched the slayer here without backup, there was no guarantee that someone would find him before the morning came, and Virgil was relatively sure that the demon he’d just stabbed through wasn’t the only threat up here.

Not to mention the cold. He hadn’t thought the nights were cold enough to harm people yet, but demons seemed a lot more durable, and the slayer was shaking just slightly. He remembered the few times he’d had to sit out snowstorms while traveling back home up the mountain, and couldn’t help but feel sympathetic.

So, leaving the slayer behind to fend for himself wasn’t an option. That meant doing something insanely, dangerously stupid: taking the guy with him.

Precautions first, then. He was pretty good at hiding himself from other demons by now, but human scents were a lot more trackable.

Virgil scooped the slayer sword up off the ground by the hilt, grimacing at the burning sensation it emitted. The slayer’s jaw dropped.

“Hey! You can’t just take that!” he cried indignantly, starting off on a tirade about craftsmanship and integrity. His rant cut off sharply as Virgil raised the sword and brought it down on the queen’s neck.

His motions were stilted compared to anyone who actually knew how to use a sword, but it hardly mattered. The sun-blade cut through easily, decapitating her in one motion and leaving only ash behind. He took a moment to hope for the soul of whoever she’d been before being turned, and a longer moment for the weaver’s brother, who was surely dead. Exhaling lowly, he planted the sword blade-first in the dirt.

It was tempting to keep it; he’d certainly wished more than once for an easier way to deal with his adversaries than the bloody scraps he normally got in, but there was no way he was bringing a demon slayer and a demon killing sword with him. That was just asking for trouble.

“That demon did all the work in an honest fight against me, and yet it’s the backstabber turning against his own kind who actually gets to eat me? That’s sad, even for a demon,” the slayer bit out, still trying to inch his way back up into a standing position.

Virgil ignored his muttering and took a testing breath in through his mouth. The slayer was definitely bloodied, but most of the major injuries mustn’t have broken skin, because the smell wasn’t too bad. It probably helped that he’d managed to avoid being injured in this fight, and so didn’t have a desperate need to heal like normal. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t even need a nap to make up for it.

He reached out for the slayer’s collar, already mentally plotting out the most efficient way to a distant abandoned bear den when a piercing shriek sounded, and his vision was suddenly full of flapping feathers. He staggered a few steps back with a surprised yelp.

“No! Missus Fluffybottom, you beautiful fool!” the slayer cried out, sounding incredibly distraught.

Virgil swatted outwards and managed to catch his furious assailant on the second try, his hand easily big enough to grasp it. He drew it away from his face for inspection, and realized that the screaming and wriggling bundle of fluff was actually a young crow.

“Scourge! Fiend!” the crow yelled at him in a belligerent tone that was uncannily similar to the slayer’s. He blinked down at it, befuddled.

“Wait! Don’t hurt her,” the slayer said in the most subdued voice Virgil had heard from him all evening. He looked up and found that the slayer had managed to climb to his knees, but wasn’t struggling to move further. “She’s a simple bird, no threat to you. You’ve already got your prize, haven’t you?”

There was something uncomfortably desperate in his gaze, and Virgil realized with a start that the slayer absolutely believed he was about to kill his bird in cold blood. He opened his hand, bracing for another assault, but the crow kicked off and flew right to the slayer instead, nestling against his collarbone. “Roman, Roman, Ro-man!” it crooned.

“Get out of here, you finicky little fowl, go! Shoo!” the slayer-- Roman?-- commanded, to no avail. He glanced up at Virgil, lifting his good hand and turning his bad shoulder slightly as though to shield the little creature.

Virgil averted his eyes from the bird, hopefully conveying how much he didn’t care about her. If he had enough self control to not murder-kill people despite it being all monsters like him wanted to do, he wasn’t going to snap because a bird the size of his palm repeated some swears in his direction.

Back to business. He grabbed the back of the slayer’s outfit and pulled, hauling him up onto one shoulder like a sack of potatoes. … Or like a sack of other, non-food items. Virgil sighed through his nose. Whatever.

Roman sucked a breath in through his teeth as his injuries were jostled, and then immediately started squawking in protest upon realizing the indignity of his position. The crow-- apparently dubbed Fluffybottom-- repositioned herself to a perch on Roman’s calf and joined in on the complaints with her own raspy calls.

Virgil ignored them, already focusing on the trek ahead.

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By the time they reached the cave, Roman had long stopped muttering creative obscenities under his breath.

The slayer might have actually fallen unconscious, but Virgil wasn’t going to jostle him around just to check. If he stopped focusing on their surroundings, he could easily hear Roman’s heart beating, the blood pumping beneath his skin, tantalizingly out of reach--

… He had mostly focused very hard on their surroundings. The point was, the slayer was definitely still alive, which meant him passing out during their travel was fine. Convenient, even.

It certainly made it easier to squat and carefully lower his body onto the cave floor without worrying about any sudden thrashing on Roman’s part. Laying flat on his back with only the slightest crumple to his brow, the guy looked a lot less intimidating. He was probably Virgil’s age, honestly.

He also looked unsettlingly corpse-like at the moment. Virgil considered for a moment, and then sidled over to Roman’s side, tugging his injured arm out of the curled up position it had taken. He carefully maneuvered it until it was straight out, forming a right angle with Roman’s side.

Then, he pulled, applying a slow, steady pressure. The misaligned bone shifted back into place with a sickening clunk, and Roman cried out as he regained consciousness. Virgil released him, and he instantly cradled the limb to his chest.

“What in the name of--,” he started, and then seemed to remember it all at once. Or the wave of pain from all those other injuries hit him all at once. One of the two.

Either way, he sagged back against the ground, squinting at Virgil suspiciously as he bustled around the small space. Missus Fluffybottom landed on his forehead, making him look even more ridiculous.

“I notice I am not devoured,” he finally spoke, almost conversational.

Virgil ignored him in favor of moving to arrange some firewood near the mouth of the cave.

“Not even a teensy bit,” Roman continued, making a show of inspecting himself for missing flesh.

Virgil continued to stack rocks around the wood. He was beginning to regret waking the slayer up, dislocated shoulder or not.

“Now, my silent saboteur, I want you to be honest. Are you planning to turn me into some sort of spider?” the slayer asked, and that was enough to finally make Virgil turn with an incredulous raised eyebrow.

“What?” Roman defended, pinkening. “That’s a real thing that a demon did to some people! And you seem... spider-y.”

Virgil scowled at the insulting way the comment was phrased. Spiders were cool and helpful and oh yeah, they didn’t annoyingly needle him while he was busy keeping them alive. He abandoned the fire to stalk closer and drop to a squat by Roman’s legs, dodging a wild kick easily. He pointedly tore a long swath of white fabric from the slayer’s overlayer.

“Hey! Do you even know how long embroidery like that takes--,” Roman cried, and Virgil smacked a hand over his mouth, drawing close and hissing quietly. The sound was close enough to a shush to get his point across, going by the way the slayer huffed indignantly but didn’t speak when Virgil pulled his hand away.

He did whine in protest when Virgil grabbed his injured arm, but then he went still and silent, like he thought any sudden movements would end with the whole limb removed. Virgil wrapped his forearm in the fabric, and then looped the extra around his shoulder, maneuvering him as painlessly as possible, and tied it off.

Roman’s silence suddenly felt distinctly different.

Virgil pulled him up into a sitting position by the front of his shirt, and tightened the knot slightly. The sling looked just about as good as could be expected, given the circumstances.

“You are actually a demon, aren’t you?”

Speech was one of those human things that Virgil still hadn’t recovered, but he thought that the sarcastic fang-bearing smile he directed at Roman spoke volumes all on its own.

“Then why are you tenderly nursing a demon slayer back to health?” he retorted, sounding bewildered and incredulous in equal measures.

Why are you pushing your luck? Virgil thought back, clicking his teeth in irritation and shoving the slayer back into a prone position.

Roman let out a high pitched wheeze, his good arm coming to cradle his ribs defensively. “Or not-so-tenderly, I suppose. The question stands!”

Virgil rolled his eyes and returned to the half-built fire. He’d pestered the only doctor in town for first aid lessons for months, he wasn’t going to stop practicing medicine just because of a little thing like being turned into a demon that craved human flesh.

To his surprise, the silence lingered as he worked, long enough that he turned and cast a suspicious glare over his shoulder at the slayer, who jolted nervously at his attention.

“Wh-what?” he asked, fiddling with the torn edges of his sling. “No escape attempts here, haha!”

“...” Virgil squinted at him and his blatant fake laugh for a long moment, trying to figure out just what was wrong with the scene.

Wait. Where was the bird?

A chill ran down his spine, and he twisted to stare at the mountainside beyond the cave entrance. No raspy-voiced baby crows in sight.

It had to have gone for help, knowing exactly where Virgil and its slayer had holed up. Roman knew he’d realized it, was watching him with the wary expectancy of a cornered hare in front of a trapper.

A surge of furious panic did bubble up in the back of Virgil’s mind, but he quelled it with relative ease.

If backup was coming, then the human was no longer his problem.

Pleased at the neat way the situation had resolved itself, Virgil tapped two fingers to his temple in a gesture of farewell and scrambled out the cave, scaling the cliff face and resolving to put as much distance between himself and this region as possible.

With any luck, he’d never run into that particular slayer again.

#sanders sides fic #sanders sides #ts virgil #demon slayer au #nitwiwd #nothing in this world i wouldnt do #my writing #writing #bthb #ts roman #kny fusion #am i forgetting tags? #im really fond of this one #i hope you guys like it :)

[palimpsessed]

Writerly Ephemera

I was tagged by @amywaterwings @mostlymaudlin @tea-brigade @effing-numpties @captain-aralias @bloodiedpixie . This is so cool, so thanks for sharing yours! ❤️

Per Amy: We add little bits of ourselves to our writing, scattering memories and places and phrases and things into our stories. The game is to find five examples of this, of YOU, in your writing and show everyone.

I don’t really feel like I put much of my own experiences into my fic, probably because I don’t feel like I have a lot of experiences to pull from. (That’s not me being self-deprecating; that’s me never going anywhere or doing anything.) So, let’s see what we come up with!

Going to tag here. I feel like I’ve gotten to this late so I’m not sure who has been tagged. Anyway. No pressure, loves. Just saying hi. 🥰 @theflyingpeach @bazzybelle @otherworldsivelivedin @unseelieseelie @wetheformidables @caitybug @nightimedreamersworld @foolofabookwyrm @stillmadaboutpetra

1. I have put the most of myself into A Man of Letters. I have my degree in English Lit and when I was in college, I was at the height of my Jane Austen obsession. So I sort of built my degree around the development of the English novel. My senior thesis was on a book called Evelina by Frances Burney, who was one of Austen’s greatest literary influences. Evelina is an epistolary novel—told entirely in letters. I love the epistolary form, for the same reason I love dialogue and texting fics. It’s such a fun narrative technique and can reveal so much about individual characters. It’s actually a bit like the way Rainbow Rowell uses multi POV in her books. Anyway, my love of the epistle was on full display in this fic, which is ofc told in letters. —Do I share a passage? That’s like...the whole fic 😅 So, idk. Here’s Simon being a disaster as he meditates on letter writing:

Dear Penny,

As I start this letter, I already know I'm not going to post it. I know I won't be able to bring myself to do it, because of what I have to say to you. I do feel bad. It's not that I don't want to tell you. And you know I'm so much better at writing things down than saying them out loud. It's only that I feel like this would all sound better coming from me in person. I just don't think I'll be able to make you understand in a letter. I'm still trying to understand myself. And writing all of this down helps me with that. Even if I'm only pretending to write to you, it makes me feel better, to think of you on the other end. I promise I really will tell you everything as soon as we're together again.

2. Also for A Man of Letters, my fascination with Regency fashions, in particular the dandy, was a major factor. I did an art book about this, comparing how fashion has changed over time, especially in regard to gender. (I also did an art book based on Evelina, since I’m on the subject. I minored in book art. 😁) I always fancied the look of a Regency dandy, so that was my gift to Baz.

Whoever has been working their magic on Salisbury should in fact be the person to whom I offer my eternal devotion. Alas, I am left to flounder under the burden of lusting after a man who is incapable of dressing himself.

The utter and unmitigated shame.

Salisbury wore a forest green wool frock coat that set off the golden highlights in his brown locks. This was accented with a green and aubergine striped silk waistcoat that was trimmed in white piping and felt much too daring a pattern for the man. (I don't care if he was a soldier; it takes a hardier man than him by half to choose a stripe like that.) His charcoal trousers were enticingly snug, but not so much to prove lethal. His cravat and points left much to be desired, though that likely reflected poorly on his ability to keep himself in order, rather than the ability of his valet. (Good God, maybe the man doesn't even have a valet!)

3. When it came to my countdown fic, To the Manor Borne, I had Shep make a reference to Cluedo, because Pitch Manor would be perfect for a real life game. Behind that, is the fact that my family played a lot of Clue and I watched the movie a whole bunch growing up, to the point where my sister and I used to quote it to each other. This was a way to pay homage to that. He also talks about playing the game Murder in the Dark, which was one I played at Halloween as a kid. One of my cousins was dressed as a ghoul with glow in the dark face paint and we were in my grandma’s creepy upstairs. Perfect vibes.

I’ve seen the kitchen and the dining room and the library and the study and the parlor. Walking through this house is like playing Clue. (They call it Cluedo on this side of the pond, because they like to be difficult.) (That was a whole thing. Do not get me started.)

I keep thinking Colonel Mustard’s going to pop up out of nowhere and brain me with a lead pipe.

And:

What kind of games do you play with magickal friends who don't have magic? Twister? Not with the wings and tail. Cards? Baz and Penny would cheat. Or accuse everyone else of cheating if they didn't win. Murder in the dark? With these people, in this house, I knew it would turn literal fast, and also it was like ten in the morning. Hide and seek? Simon and I would hide and everyone else would ditch. Snowball fight? World War III.

4. I’ve referenced Mozart in my fics a couple of times because when I was first getting into classical music, I was listening to a lot of Mozart. My sister had a CD of some of his early symphonies, and my local classical station does “Mozart in the Mornings” which happened to fit in the exact time slot between two morning classes I had my first year in college. I’d go sit in my car with a cup of tea, and just vibe with Mozart as my soundtrack. I’ve name dropped him in both A Man of Letters and To the Manor Borne. Also, Mozart wrote 12 variations on the melody shared by Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, which is a lovely tie in. (I also had the gang sing/cast The Holly and the Ivy, which is one of my favorite Christmas carols, and by strange coincidence was playing on the radio at the same time I wrote that scene. 🥰)

"It's a songbook," I tell him, like he can't figure that out for himself. "Did you know that Mozart wrote twelve different versions of the same song?"

He's laughing. "Mozart did not write Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Simon."

"You know what I mean."

"He composed twelve variations for solo piano on the French folk melody Ah! Vous dirai-je, maman."

"Sure. Anyway, this is for the violin. For you to play."

He's still laughing, and I'm trying to figure out what's so funny, but then he kisses me again, on the lips this time, so I figure maybe I'm still doing okay.

Only one more to go! What will it be? 👀

5. Therapy! Eheheh...😅 Look, it’s no secret the gang needs it. And tbh, so do I. Haven’t actually managed to get myself to go yet, and I think that’s where a lot of my “send them to therapy” happy endings come from. I did it in Use Your Words and To the Manor Borne. I started Chamber by Chamber with SnowBaz already in therapy, and then structured the whole thing around therapy that they give to each other and to themselves. It didn’t really fit in A Man of Letters, but if it had, I absolutely would have done it. I’ve only shared from two fics so far, and since it could kind of spoil the ending to Use Your Words (tho saying this may be spoiler anyway...), here are two snippets from It’s a Kind of Magic, Part I of Chamber by Chamber.

I've been working on articulating my needs. We both have. Ordinarily, I'd be afraid of pushing him away by making demands when he's on the verge of a spiral, but my therapist insists that I can't go on treating Simon with kid gloves. If I never ask him for anything, he'll think he doesn't have anything to give.

And

When I told that to my therapist, she said that I needed to talk it out of me and she'd help me find ways to work through it all. She said I needed to talk it out with Baz, too, so that he'd know how to help me when things got bad again—that was something else she said, that things would get bad again, and that I'd need to be prepared for that. That I couldn't expect things to be easy, and just go away.

6. BONUS! I think the biggest way I include bits of myself is in the AUs I’ve chosen to write. I have three I’m planning that say a lot about me, so I’m going to talk a bit about them here. There is ofc my Scooby Doo AU, inspired in large part by the fact that I watched it all the time growing up and also, my sister continues to be obsessed with it. When we were young, my parents were doing a lot of work on their house and we’d take family trips to the hardware store. My sister and I hated it, so we’d wait in the car with my mom and she would entertain us with “Scooby Doo stories”. Other AUs I’m planning? Troop Beverly Hills—please tell me someone else out there loved this movie the way I did when I was 5. It was very influential to baby me and I remember wishing for nothing more than being able to dress like Shelley Long. So, I’m going to let Baz do it, because I think he deserves it. 🥰 Lastly, tho it will probably be the first I write, is my Cupid and Psyche AU, from when I was heavy into mythology and religion. Since these are all forthcoming projects, I don’t really have a snippet. Instead, here’s Baz comparing Simon to Eros, which is what started my brain on that particular AU.

I am lost. I barely know anything about Salisbury, but I can't help being drawn in. At one time, I could have comforted myself that I was only so smitten with him because he looks like he was sculpted by Praxiteles. That excuse grows weaker with every encounter. He's the furthest thing from a lifeless tribute to beauty in marble as one can be. There is something deep and dark and feral inside of him and I want to claw it out. I want to see it, to let it free. To taste his wildness and his pain.

#tag game #writerly ephemera

[alittlewhump]

Unbidden - Act 1, chapter 2

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Content warnings: None, still pretty light here.

It wasn't long before they reached a small encampment where another woman called out to the one who had been guiding Morgan. "Fiona, I swear you're the worst scout we have. There's something following you, you know."

The rogue - Fiona - put her hands on her hips.

"I'll have you know, Akara, that this is an adventurer. He's going to combat our evil."

"And why didn't you send him to the den?"

"I just wanted your blessing, ma'am."

"More like you didn't want to go out of your way." The woman, evidently a superior of some sort, looked Morgan over with a cool gaze. "There's a monster den about half an hour's walk to the west of here. They've been giving us some trouble. If you can exterminate them, we'll talk."

Talking was very low on the list of things Morgan wanted to do. But eliminating a nest of evil creatures - that was a good task, easily defined with no messy human contact. And, of course, it would also contribute in a small way toward restoring the Balance, to fulfilling the request that had sent him out here in the first place. Surely it was more than just one den causing problems, but they likely wanted to test his ability. He nodded to show he'd understood, then turned to go. The two women continued to talk as he left.

"Is he mute, or what?"

"Nah, he talks. But listen, you'll never believe this -"

He stopped listening. There were more important things to think about, like whether or not it would be worth the effort to concentrate on making clay golems instead of using skeletons. He debated as he walked, keeping an ear out for sounds of danger. Skeletons were plentiful in these parts, he'd discovered. So that was convenient. He paused to raise two out of a boggy patch of ground. Two was a good number, enough to draw enemy attention away without draining his energy too much. He could only manage one earth golem at a time, but if other risen skeletons were attacking the Sisterhood... yes, the extra effort was probably worth it to ease future interactions. He could always reserve the skeletons for use away from the encampment, lay them back down into the earth outside their view.

Morgan stopped, crouching down to touch the ground. He sent out a tendril of magical energy, spreading it thin to form a humanoid shape. The earth lifted, obedient but slow, a form rising up ponderously. It took almost a minute to fully form, and Morgan was breathing hard by the end of it. It was a small golem, only a little taller than him but considerably sturdier. It would do for now. He was admittedly a little out of practice, but he resolved to keep working at it. Later, after this den was taken care of.

It was early the next morning by the time Morgan returned to the rogue encampment. The nest of imp demons had presented a challenge, but not an insurmountable one. He'd had to rest afterwards, taking a few hours to meditate. It wasn't quite sleeping, but it was close enough. He'd also remembered to put his skeletons back into the ground outside the view of the little town. A clay golem plodded along by his side; he was just more comfortable with at least one construct to protect him.

A familiar voice raised a call as he approached the town gate. "Hey, ghoul boy's back!" The encroaching forces of darkness must have taken a toll on their numbers, Morgan surmised. Why else would a scout have two watch shifts so close to one another? The sooner he could get to the root of the problem, the better - for all of them.

The gate rolled open and a new woman approached. Judging by her more impressive-looking armour, Morgan guessed her to be some sort of commander. When she spoke, she certainly had the tone of a leader.

"I didn't think we'd see you back here, outlander. Did you clear the den of monsters?"

"They were demons, not monsters." He hung back by the gates, reluctant to enter without an explicit invitation.

"Demons. Monsters. I don't care what they are other than dead. Are they dead?"

"Yes."

"Good. Welcome to the Sisterhood of the Sightless Eye - what's left of it, anyway. Fiona says you're here to cleanse the evil from this place. She also says you came out of the woods alongside some skeletons, so I'm not sure what to believe. Tell me about yourself, stranger."

A few more women clad in light armour had appeared, hanging back behind their leader. Not so different from the imps he'd just finished with, Morgan thought - skittish, wary. He decided to keep that comparison to himself. No sense in actively antagonizing them. They were already poised to dislike him based on his school of magic, based on his experience so far. It was possible that whoever had sent the request to his Order had done so in secret. It was also possible that they had passed on already, given the sorry state of things. He tried to skirt the issue delicately.

"I am a follower of Rathma. We are charged with maintaining the Balance between light and darkness. We received word of a source of evil nearby that threatens to disrupt that Balance. I seek to destroy it. If you can direct me-"

"The priests of Rathma are necromancers, are they not?" This was the woman from before, Akara. He hadn't noticed her standing behind the rest of them. He recognized the disdain in her face, her voice. He'd been hoping to avoid this type of interaction, but he'd never been able to figure out a good way to dodge the question without lying outright. And while he could technically lie - there wasn't anything physically or magically preventing it - he had never developed the barest shred of skill in the art of deceit, and it was impossibly difficult to guess what people would or wouldn't believe in any given situation. In cases where the truth would be unwelcome, the best option was usually to try to deflect.

"I don't intend to do you any harm," he tried.

"Answer the question, then. Yes or no."

Well, it had been worth trying. It seemed like Akara knew the answer anyway, and just wanted to hear it from him, for some reason.

"Yes."

Most of the women took a horrified step back, grimacing in disgust or fear. He didn't let it bother him on a personal level - it was easiest to work from the assumption that everyone would have these sorts of feelings toward him, based on either his appearance or his affiliation - but it rarely bade well for situations like this in which he needed information. The commander didn't flinch, which was heartening. She turned to face Akara.

"We can't afford to be choosy right now, Priestess. Whatever his methods, this is the best chance we've had in a while. I'm not going to waste it." She turned back to Morgan. "You'd do best to start by finding Deckard Cain. Word is, he knows just about everything there is to know. If he still lives, he should be able to tell you more about the evil that blights our land here."

He listened carefully as she described this scholar and his last known whereabouts. It was a good plan, to gather as much information as possible before properly facing down whatever evil had rooted there. It would likely take a few days to reach Tristram, which would give him time to work on his golems. He was pleased with these developments until the commander turned to address the women huddled behind her.

"Blaise, you'll go with him."

What? No, this wouldn't do at all. Other people just complicated things. What Morgan needed was the simplicity of solitude with his golems. He raised his hands in protest. "Madam, I really don't-"

"What the fuck, Kashya?" That was presumably Blaise, voicing a much louder objection. "Are you still mad about that thing last week? I said I was sorry, I don't deserve-"

"That wasn't a request," Kashya said calmly. "I think you're the best one for the job, and I won't hear any arguments. Now get your things together for the journey." The assembled rogues huddled in a group, chattering quietly amongst themselves as Blaise turned on her heel and stalked away. Morgan took a few steps toward their commander.

"Please, madam Kashya, I ask you to reconsider-"

"When I said no arguments, I meant it. Two heads are better than one. Now you can wait outside; you're making my girls nervous."

Morgan waited outside. It was clear that the matter was not open for discussion. He guessed that pushing it further would only serve to alienate the single person who seemed at all willing to work with him. One was better than none, so he would try to stay on her good side.

#my writing #story: unbidden

[jack-o-cel]

I would like to officially introduce one of my OC's that live rent-free in my brain. He's a Resident Evil 8 OC. Even tho he's a fandom OC, he means a lot to me and has grown on me a lot. He's special to me :]

Also please spare me, Resi 8 is my first game in the Resident Evil series.

Forester Vein

Nickname: Ester

Biological Age: 138

Age Appearance: Early 20s

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay Demisexual

Place of birth: Norway

Occupation: Miranda's right-hand man. He essentially does her bidding and only takes orders from her. He also has power over the lords but is usually tasked with helping them. Besides that, he's a Botanist.

Family: Both his parents are dead. All he has is his little brother Foxglove, who looks around 7 years old.

Appearance: Forester is about 5'9". He's a twig. He's pretty pale with long white hair (It was originally brown before being implanted with his Cadou). He has light blue faded sharp eyes. He has sharp teeth (an effect of his Cadou). He also wears glasses.

When carrying out his duties for Miranda he wears a white tailcoat with gold accents, a black and white striped vest, a black dress shirt, a white and gold cross tie, black slacks, and black dress shoes with gold accents.

On his own time, he wears a white t-shirt, a beige knitted jacket, black sweatpants, and socks with sandals.

Personality: On duty, he's in what I affectionately call, customer service mode. He's very formal and helpful. He'll hold his tongue. He's Miranda's most loyal servant and does his very best to meet her expectations. On his own time, however, he more casual and sassy. He speaks his mind. Oh, and he hates Miranda with every fiber of his being (which is a lot :3).

In general, he's manipulative, obsessive, and smug. But also caring to those he loves. Would go above and beyond for them. He's a pretty serious and quiet person. Only when he's alone or with his little brother does his playful and goofy side come out. Despite his usual serious attitude, he's very expressive. His most common expression is a mocking smile.

He's very clumsy, especially when thinking about his obsession, whoever that may be. He's borderline yandere (His yandere behavior is a combination of Yuno from Future Diary, and Tsukiyama from Tokyo Ghoul).

Powers/Abilities: Enhanced strength, and regeneration.

Forester can control large thick vines (which look like large tendrils) and all plant life. He can release special pollen that allows him to control plant life (similar to Donna). The vines are different tho. He can control them without his pollen. To understand why first you have to understand how Ester's body works.

His body underneath his skin is made of vines. He also can easily regrow his limbs and regenerate his skin and hair. His vines are an extension of himself. Although his body is his main body, it isn't his core. His core is located underground surrounded by vines and impossible to get to. Vines from the core spread across the village underground. Forester can only go a few miles away from the edge of the underground vines.

The only time his core would be possible to access is when Forester transforms. His transformed state is a 50-foot tall behemoth made of vines. In this state, he's stuck where he transformed. The core is moved to just below the neck area of the vine monster. Fighting Forester is suicide in most cases. He attacks with huge vine tendrils from his arms and the base of the beast. He doesn't tire and his vines regenerate.

There are only two ways to beat him. The first way would involve killing him. You would need large amounts of fire-spreading explosives to slow him down. It makes getting to his core easier, you'll still be getting attacked tho. You'll need to be able to fly (or just about anything that's not climbing) to his core, climbing would take too long. You'll need to plant explosives where the core is sealed away. Once opened, jump in as fast as you can, the vines will close shut rather quickly.

The core is a large amber sphere. it's soft and gooey when touched gently, but if you were to attack it, it would harden. Inside the core is the shape of a man in the form of vines. That's where Forester's brain and Cadou is. Destroying that kills him.

The second method requires cooperation with Forester's brother, Foxglove. This method is to non-lethally beat him. In this method you cant use explosives, Fox won't agree to help you otherwise. You'll need a team to pull this off. You need someone, or a group, to distract the majority of the vines. You'll need a way to get to the core and something strong enough to pry open the vines long enough for Foxglove to enter where he'll take care of the rest. This method saves Forester, but kills Foxglove.

His Area: Just like the four lords he has his own area. You'll need the six-winged unborn vine key to unlock the gate that leads to his garden lab. The lab is outside with a greenhouse nearby. It's a small area. Most, if not all, would miss the entrance to his underground lair.

The underground area is seven floors down with an arena to the right of all the floors. You can peek inside the arena through 5 of the sub levels. sublevel 1 is above the arena, while level 7 is where the entrance to the arena is. The arena's ceiling is about 60 feet tall. It's used for testing Miranda's experiments abilities among other things. Forester uses it to test and train his own abilities (which is why the ceiling is so high :3).

From the main entrance to the bottom level is a spiral staircase. Each sublevel has a floor gate on the steps with a unique lock. To continue you have to find the key somewhere in the sublevel. Each level has its own tactics and enemies. They're all based on the five senses. Also, before entering you will be disarmed, one way or another.

Sublevel 1 - normal. There's an elevator on this floor locked behind a door that requires the vine key, that only Forester, and his little brother (who i'll talk about later in the post) have. The elevator goes to each level by going through hallways behind the arena walls.

Sublevel 2 - enemies that rely on sight. It'll be essentially hide and sneak kinda gameplay. If you get spotted you have to run out of sight and into a hiding place. You cant be seen going into a hiding spot.

Sublevel 3 - enemies that rely on hearing. You have to explore as quietly as possible. If a chase scene happens you have to hide in a special safe room.

Sublevel 4 - enemies that rely on smell. You'll have to regularly step into ponds that have a special substance inside that masks your scent into smelling like the enemy. But you can't get too close to the enemies there. They'll be able to identify you if you're too close. There are special rooms filled with an overwhelming amount of scents that the enemies wont enter.

Sublevel 5 - the enemies there rely on touch. They have long arms and hands that sweep across the floors. All you gotta do is avoid them. Harder said than done tho. The enemies can sense vibrations =). Dont move too erratically. Simple fast movements are best. Since they're rather big, they cant fit inside some rooms.

Sublevel 6 - The enemies here rely on taste. The key in this level is at the end of a large room that's packed with enemies with long tongues. They interact with their tongues. If they taste a human they'll attack. You have to explore the rest of the level for a vine suit to disguise as one of them. A few enemies roam outside the crowded room tho. They whip their tongues around them. It's a pretty wide radius, but it's not fast. To get past them you gave to see the whip pattern. There are no safe rooms or hide spots, besides the merchant room, in this level.

Sublevel 7 - All the above (with Forester roaming around as a treat =3)~

Arena - Boss Battle =))))))

Story: Forester was born in one of the poorest areas in Norway. His parents barely had enough to feed him, and themselves. When Ester was 10 he found a job at a garden owned by an old wealthy woman. To get the job he had to pretend to be rich. He did a lot of stalking to learn the behavior of rich kids his age; he got very good and stalking and slipping on a mask. He also stole clothes and food to look the part. The old lady was none the wiser. For 6 years she believed in his carefully constructed lie.

The old lady happened to have no living relatives, with no one else to give her wealth and belongings to, she gave it all to Forester when she died; He was 16. With his newly acquired wealth, he gave his family a comfortable home, with everything they could need and want.

Forester had always wanted to attend school, but could never afford or have time for it. Now that he could, he immediately enrolled. It was incredibly difficult. He was somewhat educated, he'd stolen books in the past and taught himself, but he was still incredibly behind. Regardless he tried his best and spent countless nights up studying. Eventually, he was able to do more than catch up, but surpass many of his peers.

After graduation, he went to college out of his country where he majored in botany and aimed for a PhD. He met Miranda in college. They had a few similar classes and got along well. Eventually, they became close friends.

After graduating from college they both went out to do their own thing, but kept in touch and traveled often together. Eventually, Forester decided to work as her assistant and learn from her.

In his early 30s, he took in his little brother, Foxglove, after their parents died. Foxglove was around a year or two years old at the time. While raising his brother, Forester felt a void in him filled. He had someone to love and take care of. Someone he could trust and love unconditionally. Both Foxglove and Eva got along well and played often together.

When Eva died, Forester was there to support his closest most trusted friend. When Miranda found the megamycete she went to her friend and explained what happened and her new plan. Forester, although wary, supported her in any way he could. He refused to go near the megamycete tho.

When he got close to it, Miranda pushed him into it. The megamycete grabbed Forester with tendrils and seemed to absorb him into it.

A few months after Eva died. Foxglove wandered into the forest nearby and found beautiful flowers. Ones that shared his name. Curious the boy ate a few of the flowers. Not too long afterward he came to his brother as fast as he could. He felt sick. Very sick. Fox explained what happened to Forester. Panicked he quickly tried his best to make a remedy, a cure, anything with what he had. But with no time or sufficient supplies on hand, Foxglove died in his arms.

It broke Forester. The void from before returned, larger than before. He desperately turned to Miranda for help. Miranda smiled, with something malicious behind her smile, and told him to go to the megamycete.

Inside the megamycete was an indescribable experience. While inside Ester could feel his body painfully changing. It also awoke something hiding deep in his mind. Something he was forced to forget. Miranda had been brainwashing him for years as an experiment in creating a truly loyal servant. He could feel his anger overwhelm him. He thought they were friends. He thought he could trust her. She knows things about him that he never said out loud before. He was hurt, betrayed, and pissed. Forester was determined to confront her, make her pay.

With his mind quieter, Forester remembered his brother. He found Miranda and approached her carefully and asked where his brother is. Miranda took him to an unmarked grave in the forest. He broke down. Miranda interrupted him, and asked him what he was going to do. Was he going to continue to wallow in despair or try to bring Foxglove back?

He clawed his way out of the megamycete. He felt heavy, but he continued. Eventually, he broke through after weeks of being trapped. With him a giant sphere like object covered in vines emerged. Upon inspecting it, he quickly realized what it was. He could believe what he saw. He had to hide it, and fast. He had looked down and had an idea.

He felt a newfound power within him, and with it, he sent his core deep underground where its vines would grow and spread. With his core safe he confronted Miranda. She initially tried to kill him, but found the effort futile. Instead, she spoke a series of words. Forester blacked out.

When he awoke he was sitting in a chair in Miranda's lab. Miranda was nowhere in sight. Desperate to find answers he returned to the megamycete. Touching it revealed the truth. When he blacked out, he was still awake, but he wasn't himself. He saw as he answered every question Miranda asked and did exactly as he was told. He calmed his growing anger and thought carefully. He needed a plan to bypass her brainwash effect.

Soon he began working on his lab and lair. He worked tirelessly on ways to bring back his brother. After years of research and testing, he was able to make an exact copy made of foxglove flowers. Forester not caring that what he created was a copy, embraced the boy and accepted him. Ester explained to the new Foxglove who he was.

Forester was content. He had his brother back. Still, the void remained. Regardless he could now focus on getting rid of Miranda. By then he had learned how to pass messages and take notes unconsciously. He informed his brother about his situation.

As the years passed, Foxglove stayed physically the same, but his mind grew.

Eventually, during the time that Heisenberg began preparing his army, Forester had Fox give him a letter explaining everything he knew. In secret, the two conspired against Miranda.

Currently: So Forester was created for an rp with one of my closest friends (@plague-doctorz). So what happened with Forester is that a war had started with three forces. Heisenberg's army, William's (Plagues' OC) army, Miranda's one-man brainwashed army, Forester. Will provoked Forester into transforming, according to Foxglove's plan. After dealing with many attack from Forester, the pair, with Lady Dimitrescu's help, formed a plan.

William acted as the distraction. With most of the vines focused on him, Alcina, transformed, swooped in through the middle, while dealing with stray vines, and brought Fox to where the core is. She pryed open the vines. Foxglove stepped inside and forced Alcina to let go. The vines shut closed. Inside Fox opened up the amber easily. Even in a brainwashed state, Forester trusted his brother no matter what.

Foxglove began flaking into leaves and flowers and flew into the crevices of the vines that made up Forester. He was able to snap Ester back to his senses at the cost of his life.

Forester had lost consciousness, and when he awoke, Miranda was already dead. He felt even emptier than before. The hole in his heart got wider when he found out what happened.

Right now, a few months later, Forester is at a state where he's on the brink of snapping. What he needs is closure, and something to fill the void in his heart. But can he have both? Will he even get either?

=)

So this is Forester! Please send me any questions and stuff if youre interested. I love to talk about him! Seriously, he lives rent free in my head.

Oh also, here's a picrew of him while I'm still working on his sketches~

His hair down too, cause im a simp,,,

Also here's Foxglove!

Also here's the link to a playlist on spotify based on Forester: here

one last thing

👉👈 @roxyourworld look what i did~

#finally finished writing #this is seven pages in docs #I wrote more than i thought i would #i just have so much thoughts on Ester and Fox #OCs #Forester #Foxglove #Resident Evil 8 #Resident Evil #Resident Evil OC #Resident Evil 8 OC #the garden lab #original character #oc

[the-13th-rose]

Whumptober 2021 Day 1 - Alt. Prompt 2 - Threats

Universe: Kiss from a Rose (original with crossover elements. No existing characters are featured in this entry, only one is briefly mentioned so I’m not going to tag him)

Characters: Rose (OC), Mirror! Rose (OC)

Content warnings: Hanging (depicted for one paragraph, not described in gruesome detail) Unreality (Nothing implying the reader’s reality is fake, but the protagonist is experiencing a dream world)

All of my writing is intended for a teen audience or older, unless otherwise stated! My writing often contains violence, strong language, and/or horror, so please use your head and don’t read my work if you think you might be triggered by it.

Summary: While exploring the nightmare realm she’s been banished to, Rose encounters a mirrored version of herself, who’s got some very different values from her own.

Word count: 1,240

...It’s dark down here. I wasn’t expecting the nightmare realm to be all sparkles and rainbows, but that doesn’t mean I was prepared for the eerieness. The fact that I haven’t run into anything that wants to hurt me yet is honestly making the feeling worse. It’s just...empty. Where is everyone?

There’s a mirror to my left. The lighting overhead is dim, but I can see my own reflection in the mirror. God, I hate this. I don’t know why, but mirrors in dark places freak me out. I try to ignore my reflection and keep walking, trying to find the exit from this room.

There’s no door on the other side! Great, the last thing I wanted in a room already as creepy as this was a dead end! Already, I’m imagining hundreds of ghouls and dangers that could possibly be standing behind me, just waiting for me to turn around.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. This is my dream. Everything here is a figment of my imagination. My imagination can’t hurt me. That’s why Beast had to send me here, instead of just lashing out at me for trying to leave. I open my eyes, clench my fists, and turn around.

There’s nothing there. I let out a sigh of relief, and resolve to go back the way I’d come, and take another path. As I’m walking back to the entrance to the room, though, something happens that sends a chill down my spine.

A voice eerily like my own giggles. “Going so soon?”

I shudder involuntarily. I feel like screaming, but I think I’m just too spooked to actually let out any noise.

“Hey, turn around, silly.” the voice calls. “I need to show you something.”

Fully dreading what I’m about to see, I slowly turn around to face the mirror. Obviously it’s my reflection talking, because why not? This is the nightmare realm.

My reflection looks a little...different. Or maybe it did when I first walked into the room? I didn’t really look at it for that long. Everything looks about right, aside from the glass in one of the lenses of her glasses. It’s cracked. 

“Welcome to the nightmare,” she sneers. “What do you think?”

...Okay, this actually isn’t as scary as I’d thought. I don’t think I’m capable of looking intimidating, ever. And is cliche creepypasta dialogue the best my imagination can come up with? ...Definitely not, right?

“...I think it’s pretty bare,” I reply, trying to be bold in the face of this BS. “You could have at least put up some Halloween decorations or something. At least try.”

The reflection giggles. “But you’d like that. What kind of a nightmare would that be?”

“...Good point.” I reply. “So my greatest fear is boring interior design?

“That’s just to make sure you get lost,” the reflection corrects me. “Your greatest fears are here, though. Only, you talk to me like you think I’m the one in charge of this place. I’m not. But I could be.”

“Right, right, Beast is the one who threw me in here. I don’t understand how this is happening. I mean, how does he think throwing me in here is going to make me want to stay forever? He’s smarter than that...and he’s a figment of my imagination anyway! He shouldn’t be able to do anything to me unless I want him to!” But something the reflection said makes me pause. “...Wait, what do you mean by ‘I could be’?”

The reflection giggles. Is that all she can do? “Whoever said the people in your dream world are just figments of your imagination? Did someone tell you that?”

“Well...no, but I just figured.”

The reflection cackles. At least it’s different from giggling. “This isn’t your imagination, honey. Everyone here is a part of you.” She gets very close to the glass. I’m starting to wonder if she’s really a reflection, or if I’m looking through a window. “That’s why Beast was able to banish you here. He’s a part of you, and so am I.”

“...What part of me?”

“The part that doesn’t want to leave this world. Ever.” She smiles very wide. It reminds me of that stupid photoshopped picture of Jeff the Killer. I fucking hate that picture. Part of me wants to smash the glass, but the part of me that worries it’s a window and not a mirror holds me back. “As for me...I’m the part that doesn’t want to take shit from anybody.”

“What do you mean?”

“Remember school? Back when everybody just treated you like garbage? I remember. I never forgot. And I can show you things you’ve always wanted to see.”

“...I’ve tried to put that behind me.” I reply. “I can’t change what happened, and playing what they said over and over again in my head just drags me down.”

The reflection tsk-tsks at me. “How boring. You’re such a pushover.” She puts her hands on the glass. “You always wanted to see them suffer for it. Don’t lie to yourself.”

“...Maybe once, but not anymore. Those jerks aren’t worth jail time. Me standing tall and continuing to live is the best revenge I can think of.”

She slams her hands against the glass. “You’re going to look at what I’ve got for you, and you’re going to like it,” she hisses. She motions behind her, and a row of lights turn on in the room beyond the mirror. 

I know it’s fake, but...shit. Behind the reflection is a gallows with hanging bodies. They’re each slowly swaying from side to side. I can’t see who’s who, their faces have been covered up with burlap sacks. Maybe that’s for the best. The sacks each have something written on them. “Slutshamer”, “Trickster”, “Traitor”, “Catapult”, “Suicide-Baiter”...etcetera, etcetera. From what I can guess, they’re nicknames based on what each of them did to me. “...What the fuck?” Was all I could manage to say.

“Isn’t it great?” The reflection is bright and cheery. “This is what they deserve. Doesn’t justice just make you feel good?”

“...No.” I stamp my foot. “No! I don’t want to see this!”

“Oh, good point. I bet you wanted to see it happen in real time!” Behind her, another bag-headed body appears. Only, this one is definitely alive. They’re emitting muffled screams and trying to squirm away. God, I don’t want to see this! The reflection turns to the body and takes a knife from her pocket, then turns to look directly at me. She’s smiling that stupid creepypasta smile again. “Don’t turn away now. You’ll make their death in vain.”

I shake my head as she approaches the body. My hands rise to cover my face, and I scream at the reflection as I run back up the stairs. I slam the door behind me and look around for something to barricade it with. I grab a chair aimlessly sitting in an otherwise empty room, and shove it under the doorknob. I take a few steps back into the hallway, and only now do I realize I’m crying. “Stupid...fucking...creepypasta bitch…” I sob, sliding down against the wall until I’m sitting on the floor.

“BEAST!” I cry out into the empty hallway. It echoes a bit. “If you don’t let me out of here, I’ll never forgive you!” There’s no reply. The tears come back, and I put my head down under my crossed arms.

#whumptober2021 #no.1 #threats #altprompt #oc #fic #hanging tw #unreality tw #kiss from a rose

[pillow-anime-talk]

{♡} 1k followers special. ; CLOSED!

Hello everyone! On the occasion of 1000 followers at my account, I decided to make a small special! For the next two months you can give me your requests. Some of them will be SFW and some will be NSFW/suggestive! I will write everything the way I want, so I hope you all will like my ideas! Welcome to ‘Kissing Prompts’!

I. How to send a request?

Choose one number and also a character you like. You can give me your pronouns too (if you don’t, I’ll write the story in neutral form!) .

for example: ‘11 + Kenma Kozume from Haikyuu!! + f!reader’ or ‘47 with Touka Kirishima from Tokyo Ghoul’

{!} Send your requests to my request/ask box. 

II. Please be patient! I will write each request one by one.

{!!} Also, here are my Masterlist and MyAnimeList account to see what I would like to write! I am happy to write about characters who don’t have their lists yet, such as ‘Danganronpa’, ‘Jujutsu Kaisen’, ‘Ouran High School Host Club’, ‘Promare’, ‘Banana Fish’, ‘Given’, ‘Kakegurui’ or anything else rated higher than 5 on my MAL.

1. A ‘hello’ kiss... It’s actually a few ‘good morning’ kisses.

2. Very shy, innocent and short first kiss.

3. First kiss once again, but I’ll make it wet, long and really surprising.

4. A kiss that is really a bet on a few yen.

5. A pleading kiss where one person cannot reach the other’s lips.

6. Hard, gripping and angry kisses, also shoving each other against walls. Much of bruises.

7. Saying, “Ohhh, you want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

8. A Christmas or New Year kiss with a lot of wishes and thanks.

9. A long kiss where the other person’s lips are the color of their partner’s lipstick.

10. Birthday kisses! Tons of birthday kisses, hugs and praises!

11. Kissing tears from the other’s face.

12. Wild, breathless kisses in bed, on the couch or on the kitchen counter.

13. A kiss for good luck; before a match, exam, job interview or something else.

14. A kiss where one person leans out of the window and the other stands on someone’s shoulders to catch the kiss.

15. One person wants to kiss the other, but their beloved are super sick.

16. A drunk, funny kiss in a weird place.

17. A kiss that may feel like a hate one, but it isn’t.

18. A kiss that tastes like chocolate or something sweet.  

19. A sweet kiss in the rain. Just like in the movie... or maybe not?

20. A series of short pecks because they need the closeness but they also need air.

21. A gentle and emotional kiss intended to calm the other person.

22. A “Shut the fuck up” kiss.

23. Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear or across the jaw.

24. Lazy, slow presses; kisses after sex.

25. Kisses intended to distract a partner who is cooking, playing games, watching something on TV or something else.

26. You two got caught kissing. Sooooo embarrassing...

27. Kiss at school (for example: in the classroom, in the gym or in the locker room). 

28. Sitting astride your partner’s thighs and kissing their lips in a very chaotic way.

29. A longing kiss during a video call.

30. “I’ve always wanted to kiss you with this song in the background, you know?” 

31. A kiss that tastes of blood.

32. Staring at each other’s tasty lips for a moment before moving closer and closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

33. Post-break up kisses with much of emotions.

34. A friendly kiss; not sexually/love suggestive. Just pure friendship and a few smiles directed to each other.  

35. A kiss when you both find out about something truly wonderful!

36. Kisses during sex or sexual activities.

37. Whispering “I love you” before a pure, delicate kiss.

38. Kisses while watching your favorite fairy tale or playing video games.

39. Whoever asks for a kiss first – loses.

40. A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

41. “But I want a kiss too!” 

42. A kiss between three people. 

43. Cheating; you/them see your partner/you kissing another person.

44. A small, fleeting kiss – which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry one.

45. A kiss full of jealousy for the other person. This kind of kiss to show everyone that you belong to each other.

46. Kisses that are in places other than the face.

47. A kiss neither of you expected.

48. A kiss that is about to ‘heal’ another person.

49. Sad, beautiful, dying kiss. Very intimate with liters of tears, questions and screams.

50. A breathtaking ‘goodbye’ kiss. 

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[duhragonball]

Hellsing Liveblog Chapters 25-27

This is the first leg of the “D” arc.   I had originally planned on trying to do the whole thing in one post, but it’s pretty long and meanders in places, so instead I’m going to break it up, starting with the part that wraps up volume 4 of the collected editions.

Much of these first three chapters just showcases Millennium preparing to depart their secret headquarters in Brazil.  They have three blimps, maybe more.   We already saw the Graf Zeppelin III, but there’s also a Graf Zeppelin II and a Hindenberg II.   Also, the Major refers to all of this as “Operation Sea Lion 2″.  The original “Operation Sea Lion” was Nazi Germany’s plan to invade the U.K. during World War II.   It was never enacted, however, because the Germans couldn’t establish air and naval superiority over the British.  Basically, the Major is declaring that he has finally achieved what Hilter could not, thanks to his “Last Battalion” of 1000 vampire soldiers.

The bridge of his flagship (flagblimp) has this big comfy chair on a robot arm, and a panoramic world map.   The arrows on the map point in all sorts of nutty directions, including the United States and other European nations.   I could have sworn I had heard some mention in Hellsing Ultimate of Millennium sending forces to the U.S., but the international angle was never mentioned again, and I assumed that I must have imagined it.  In any event, the Major made it clear that his target is Alucard specifically, so it doesn’t make a lot of sense to invade places where Alucard is not.

The Major prepares to take his seat only to find Warrant Officer Schrödinger sitting in his chair.   Remember, Schrödinger inexplicably teleported himself to London to address Hellsing and Iscariot, and then he got shot and killed for his trouble.   But now he’s back, alive and well.   He mocks the Major for being to slow, and the Doctor scolds him for his insolence, but the Major orders Doc to back off.   This is a running gag throughout the rest of the series.  The Doctor keeps trying to chastise Schrödinger, but the Major lets him do whatever the boy wants, almost like he’s some favorite pet.  

Meanwhile, an unidentified helicopter tries to land on a British carrier, the H.M.S. Eagle.   The Captain orders his crew to open fire, but the first officer suddenly does this:

So yeah, the first officer is a vampire now, and he’s sold out Queen and Country for Millennium.  He and a handful of vampire crewmen kill the rest of the crew and turn them all into ghouls, allowing the helicopter to land, making way for...

This lady, Lieutenant Rip Van Winkle.  I should point out that in the pages leading up to her boarding the Eagle, she was singing Engelandlied, a German war anthem from World War I.   She’s nutty, is the idea.

So, I’m gonna go ahead and put forth my fan theory that all the bad guys we dealt with prior to Rip were just patsies for Millennium, and not actual members in their own right.   This includes Tubalcain “Dandyman” Alahambra, because, for all his powers, no one ever said his rank, leading me to think he didn’t have one.   Same with the Valentine Brothers and any of the vampires Alucard and Seras were sent to fight during the first dozen or so chapters of this manga.   Millennium may have turned them into vampires, and in some cases they even let them in on Millennium’s inner workings, but they were never more than cannon fodder.   Jan seemed to understand this, although Luke and Dandyman seemed to believe they were genuinely created to represent the new pinnacle of vampiric power.   Even the Doctor thought Dandyman had a strong chance of beating Alucard, but in the end they were just experiments meant to test Alucard’s mettle.

And, really, the rest of Millennium is not much different, except Rip and the others actually know why they’re being sacrificed, even if they don’t necessarily understand how or when.

Meanwhile, Seras still won’t drink blood, and she keeps trying to eat regular food instead, even though she struggles to swallow every bite.   I’ve never been very clear on whether vampires in Hellsing can eat non-blood food or not.  Seras is doing it, albeit painfully, but I don’t think she really gains anything from it, except whatever coping mechanism this is supposed to serve.   

So in walks Sir Integra, who dumps a bag of medical blood on her table.  Seras never really answers Integra’s question, but she already told Walter, and it’s not much of an answer.   The heart of the matter is this: Seras really doesn’t want to be a vampire.   Or, maybe, more accurately, she doesn’t want to stop being human.   The trouble is that she already lost that battle way back in Chapter 1. 

In many ways, Seras has accepted her fate.   She works for Hellsing, recognizes Alucard as her vampire master, and so on.  I think she understands that this is the only life she can have now, and her will to live is strong enough that she appreciates what Alucard and Integra have done for her.    At her core, Seras is a public servant, and fighting monsters for Hellsing is not so different from fighting crime as a policewoman.  I think she sees her current condition as a means to that end.   She doesn’t crave power like the evil vampires we’ve seen thus far.    Seras views her abilities as a means to an end.   Alucard biting her gave her a way to stay alive and continue fighting the good fight.

However, she doesn’t want the baggage that goes along with that.   She wants to retain as much of her humanity as she can, and drinking blood is the one thing that she has some control over, or so she believes.

But Integra’s far too practical for that dilemma.   Alucard was willing to respect Seras’ relucatance, but she needs her troops on their toes and ready for action.  So she takes a knife and cuts open her finger, and then orders Seras to lick the blood off.    This is... disturbingly sexual, and one of a number of scenes that reminds me that Hirano Kouta had done a lot of, er, adult comics before Hellsing.   I think he did a lot of uniform fetishy stuff too, which is why Seras and Schrödinger’s uniforms look so similar to each other.   Both are meant to resemble German WWII gear.   I’m willing to grant some leeway here, because there’s probably only so many ways to do a finger-licking scene like this without sexualizing it a little, but the last bit with the saliva trail is just revolting. 

So, what’s bugged me for a long time was that if Seras drank (a little) of Integra’s blood here, why did this subplot not get paid off until much later in the story?  She drank blood, didn’t she?   Well, yeah, but Integra ordered her to do it, so it doesn’t count.   This came up a couple of times earlier in the story, when Walter and Al mentioned that she wouldn’t drink blood willingly.  It’s not just an ethical issue for Seras, or she’d simply chow down on the medical blood.  I guess Integra could force feed her every night, but that wouldn’t solve anything.   This is about Seras accepting her transformation as a fait accompli.   I think this is why she very nearly drank Alucard’s blood back in Northern Ireland, when it sure looked like there was no other way for her to survive.  But if she’s just sitting there with no one making her do it, and no urgent need to do it, she’ll refuse every time.  

I think Hellsing uses the premise that a vampire has to do more than just bite a human to turn them into a vampire.  That is, Alucard had to put his own blood in Seras’ body to complete that transformation.   I think that’s how it worked in the Dracula novel, and Seras herself mentions it in the Gonzoverse anime.   But that wouldn’t count either, because it’s part of the change itself.  The idea is for the new vampire to partake in blood-drinking by choice, and until that happens, they won’t get all the cool powers.   

One other thing, Integra takes this opportunity to mention that she’s a virgin, which is a weird flex for this situation, but okay.  In Hellsing, that means Integra could become a vampire herself, but not if Seras bites her, because it has to be a vampire of the opposite sex.   In any case, Tegs warns Seras not to bite down during this creepy finger-licking KFC-hentai thing.   

Back in the damn ocean, Lt. Rip van Winkle is welcomed aboard by the traitorous crew of the Eagle.   She asks them how it feels to be a vampire, and causally reminds them of their treachery.   Then she gives them new orders, which are to die by her magic gun, which fires a bullet that can turn around in midair.

And so the First Officer and his lackeys learn the same lesson as the Brazillians working for the Dandyman, and the Dandyman himself, and the Valentine Brothers and whoever else.  Millennium might turn you into a vampire, but that hardly means that you’ll live forever.   Millennium always demands treason as payment for their help, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that they might betray you sooner or later.

Besides, Rip doesn’t need the British crew, because she has her own henchman on board her chopper.   While she waits for them to wake up, she paints a swastika on the deck, just to make it clear that they’ve taken control of the Eagle, which she renames the Adler.  That’s German for “Eagle”, you see.

Back on his blimp, the Major cuts this twenty-minute promo which basically amounts to “I love war, we have no particular agenda except to wage endless war for the fun of it.”   Back in England, Alucard is eagerly awaiting their arrival.  

#2021hellsingliveblog #hellsing #alucard #seras victoria #sir integra hellsing #the major #lt rip van winkle #the doctor #warrant officer shrodinger #enrico maxwell #... is not actually in this story #they just put him on the title page for some reason