#the other one is an ancient and powerful vampire lmao

[killjo-q]

Random OC drawings because brain cannot focus today but I wanted to draw something

#my art #OC #original character #still not sure if I wanna make Aya half uh demon hmmm #Verena #Aya #the other two r unnamed #the blonde one is a human with demigod powers (but her body isnt built for it …) #the other one is an ancient and powerful vampire lmao #cuz vampires sexc….

[undertheorangetree]

La Petite Mort (Ptolemaea)

Summary- Aemond has waited generations for this moment and he will not let it slip through his fingers.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ DDDNE. DUBCON. NSFW. Female reader. Dark Aemond. Blood. Gore. Kidnapping. Obsessive behaviour. Vampire mind control? Reincarnation. Biting. Vampire venom makes you horny. Fingering. Cunnilingus. P in V sex. Overstimulation. Technically character death. This is unhinged.

Author’s Note- It’s a spooky season special and I’m so nervous about this one besties. I know that vampire Aemond is a whole thing but it’s a thing for a reason that’s just his vibe. This is darker than usual so plz read the warnings and read at your own risk. Also special thanks to @aegonx for beta-ing for me ilysm🫶🏼The rest is on AO3 link belowww

dividers by me lmao

She knows she's screwed when her car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, but her phone battery dying all but confirms it.

Throwing it into the passenger seat with a guttural sigh, she drops her head into her hands and fights the urge to start crying in frustration. She knew that traveling at night was a bad idea but she had managed to talk herself out of her worries, convincing herself that she would be able to make good time with so few cars on the road. She regrets it now, stranded on the shoulder of some half abandoned backroad, no other people or cars in sight. The rain is coming down in buckets, heavy enough that she's surprised that it hasn't yet flooded the street, raindrops pounding on the roof of her car like a drum.

There isn't so much as a porch light back here. Nothing but heavy forest that makes her feel as if she is lost in time and she is sure the longer she is alone, the more likely her mind is to play tricks on her.

She flicks on her hazard lights as she tries to decide what best to do. Staying in her car seems unsafe somehow, stuck on the shoulder of the road beside a corner. Though the street is empty now, another car will show up at some point and she can already see the inevitable car crash in her mind's eye. But leaving the safety of her car seems just as bad.

She doesn't know what's in the surrounding woods and with visibility as bad as it is now, with the rain coming down and the moon just barely able to provide some semblance of light, there is no truly safe option.

There are no nearby homes. No other cars. No payphones or a way to charge her own phone. She is completely and hopelessly stuck.

Though she knows it's pointless, she still reaches for her phone, holding down on the power button in vain. The empty battery graphic flashes up at her, the charging cable beneath it feeling almost mocking now and grunts angrily, throwing it to the side again. But just as she is about to resign herself to a night of sleeping in her car until morning, there is a flash of headlights in her rearview mirror. She pokes her head up, eyebrows furrowed as she turns and watches a car slow until their window is equal to hers, the glass rolling down.

A man's face greets her, one that seems to be about her age. His face is contorted with vague concern as he looks at her, an eyepatch concealing a third of his face. He has a kind of air about him, regal and almost ethereal to the point where it's almost unsettling. It's nearly otherworldly in a way that almost feels... wrong.

Looking at him, she feels a primal lurch in her stomach, as if the man before her isn't quite right. It's no wonder she feels that way, with his near flawless skin and silver hair that must cost a fortune to dye. That's likely no problem, with how expensive his car looks. She thinks it must cost at least four times her own but she's thankful for just how ancient her car is now, rolling the manual crank until there is a large enough crack for her to speak, the rain immediately splattering inside and wetting both her door and face.

"Car trouble?" he asks and she forces a polite smile despite her irritation at her predicament.

"Unfortunately. Do you know if there's a gas station nearby?"

She had already been to a gas station this evening, less than an hour ago. Though her car had shown no signs of betrayal when she had been filling her gas tank, she thinks that it may be too far to walk to now.

The concern on his face morphs into sympathy. "None that will be open so late. Do you know what's wrong with it?"

She gives a frustrated shake of her head. "No idea. It was completely fine and then it just started sputtering and crapped out."

"Have you called a tow truck yet?"

The question makes her pause. As polite as this man has been thus far, she has no interest in informing him that her phone is dead. And though he has given her no reason to think otherwise, his line of questioning is beginning to border on a few too many to be seen as simple concern for a stranger. She wants to believe that is all it is but he's looking at her a little too earnestly for her to ignore, his eyes following her every move as if the rain threatens to shield his view.

"Not yet. I was going to try some friends first, try to save some money. They don't live far from here so I shouldn't have to wait long."

That’s a boldfaced lie but he doesn’t need to know that.

"I wouldn't leave your car here for long if I were you," he warns, turning to look over his shoulder toward the corner. "It would be best to call a tow truck to really save yourself some money. You'll have a couple thousand in damages if you leave it here."

Read the rest here

#Aemond targaryen x reader #Aemond x reader #Aemond targaryen x you #aemond x you #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #aemond x fem!reader #vampire!aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond smut #aemond targaryen smut #hotd #hotd fanfic #hotd x reader #hotd smut #house of the dragon

[kiwinatorwaffles]

hermit species headcanons: volume… 2!

i made this post two years ago when i was fresh to the series and was just getting to know the hermits. a lot has changed since then, but a lot has also stayed the same! my headcanons are getting refined every single time i talk about them, so chances are, this list won't even be accurate to my thoughts a year later.

with that being said, let's get started! click the cut to read them all

bdubs: glare! small, hates the dark, is a feral creature, will never let go of the moss. he and pungance were born from the same tree in the same patch of moss so they are brothers LMAO

beef: vampire! but not a full one. he was bitten by a bat and gained two vampiric traits exactly: fangs and sensitive skin. beef thinks his tendency to get sunburnt easily is just something in his code or a genetic condition. he never got it checked.

cub: alien shapeshifter! his original form is this shapeless void blob, and he can only copy how other beings look like. his forms were taken from two astronauts he saw in space, an old man and a young man. his void form can be seen slightly on his inner arm, where there is just a sliver of night sky hanging out

cleo: zombie (duh) cleo was permakilled by a witch's curse but when faced with the pearly gates they were like. nah. i'd rather be down there. and just straight up left and came back as a zombie. that's how she met joe. because he was sitting on top of her tombstone eating a sandwich

doc: originally a fae, but now he's super fucked up? what can i even say. he was a fae who got super interested in the sciences and started experimenting on himself just for the hell of it. there was that whole dinnerbone cyborg arm thing but he also managed to make himself a centaur form that he uses for extra storage and height. nobody knows where the creeper came from. was it from his dad's side? did he give it to himself? not even stress, his cousin, can tell you how he came to be. what the hermits DO know however is that he can steal pronouns by asking for them

etho: redstone deity! etho was an ancient builder who was executed for witchcraft upon his discovery of redstone. he was resurrected by the universe as a second chance and to spread his knowledge to the world. you can read more from my fic here ehehehehe

false: human! yes she is 100% human. i just thought it would be funny if such an awesome and skilled fighter was just some normal ass human with a bit of social anxiety

gem: forest spirit! she has nature powers and can change parts of her body to reflect parts of nature. she's a deer? an elf? nope! only sometimes. she can mix and match whatever traits she wants on any given day. but be careful of those deer legs and horns. they Hurt

grian: red macaw avian! he has bird feathers covering his ears, parrot wings, and bird talons! he is also able to mimic voices perfectly (which he uses to play pranks and swear in other hermits’ voices) and is a Hollow Boned Menace. he carries a lot of bird tendencies, like being a piece of shit or preening his friends’ hair when it’s too messy (which is always). in start of seasons, he has x lock away usage of his wings to keep himself from an unfair advantage. he also has stolen powers from the watchers, which he can use to change his wing colors or view the entire map from afar.

npg: ????????????? he’s supposed to be a robot, but he has wings and flies sideways?????? he’s somehow even more fucked up than robot grian. not even grian is sure of what he created tbh. he just knows he did NOT give npg those conure wings to begin with.

ariana griande: galah avian! she is grian's cousin who is a pop star. she has never actually been on hermitcraft before -- that was grian cosplaying as her.

hypno: human warlock! he accidentally made a pact when he replaced his tooth with a piece of cursed gold. jokes on his patron though, his faulty human memory can't even remember how he got his powers! he has lots of inscriptions as tattoos written in galactic just all over his body that he completely forgot how to read at this point and is immortal. maybe that's a bit bad for his sense of self-preservation

impulse: demon/imp! he used to be a gargoyle that dispensed candy, but a wizard passing by granted him life and well. now he's here! demons are actually underworld spirits that punish permadead players who have been genuinely horrible to the players around them, but impulse wanted to build houses and play with redstone instead of stirring the torture soup. so when he met skizz he decided hanging out with the players was the best thing to do. he also used to have larger horns and wings but his time on the surface has made his wings very tiny and unusable without the help of an elytra. skizz always teases him for this.

iskall: cyborg! the hermits don't know if he was fully human before the cyborgification. me, personally? i think it would be funny if she was actually built to protect a village but had too much of a personality so the villages just let him go have fun with the players. not sure if i want to adhere to that though

jevin: slime! certain slimes have evolved to be more like players. jevin is from the blue variety (that's his gender)

joe hills: ???????? void-born universe being??? joe is actually the oldest living being in the universe. he was just popped out of void (even predating the void gods) and spent all this time just doing whatever fuckall was around to do. he looks like a normal human being but just Slightly to the left, like his a bit-too-many teeth or slight lean when he stands. other than that, he acts like any other human!

joel: human mage! he actually only has powers of illusion that changes only how he looks. he Really wanted to be an orc but the spell couldnt last forever (as his fae wife lizzie found out after marriage). every day he wishes he had as much swag as shrek did. more on the headcanon here

keralis: weird fucking eldritch cryptid being? except he looks exactly like a human. nothing weird about him, nope. just don't look too closely at his eyes. he promises that he blinks like a normal person and not with his pupils.

mumbo: robot! with a core heart and stretchy limbs, he runs mainly on the consumption of redstone and occasionally typical foodstuffs. he had a creator before the days of hermitcraft (who originally built him as a war machine but something went deeply sideways during construction) that taught him all there is to know about redstone and the outside world. he also inherited the british accent and mustache from his creator. his creator did want him to be free and wiped mumbo's memory of his creation before setting him off into the overworld and letting him roam free. now he's just a silly guy!

grumbot: robot! he was first built to give suggestions on what to do with the mayoral elections but then he developed actual attachments to his horribly neglectant dads </3 but it's alright! he now chills with renbob and goatman up in the hermitheus

pearl: moon spirit! she was the moon from a player's hardcore world. the player used to talk to the moon for fun, but suddenly disappeared from the world one day. now feeling lonely, pearl took a humanoid form and descended to find where her player went, but she ended up discovering the joys of being a player herself. contrary to popular belief, she had no influence on the season 8 moon.

ren: weredog! can shapeshift into a dog form, which he usually uses to either run fast or play fetch. he’s also more prone to change when the moon is larger…. except he just becomes a hyperactive dog who chases his tail all night and is deeply embarrassed by it. he also probably has rabies, but everyone whom he has bitten probably already had something deeply wrong with them to begin with anyway

renbob: human...? he's related to ren from the human side, or at least that what he tells people. but he might as well be 50% weed by now

scar: human(?) wizard! he can fly, subtly change his physical appearance, cast spells, and do all sorts of magical shenanigans! he also can read galactic fluently, which is how he learned that hypno enchanted himself with loyalty at some point. jellie is his beloved familiar. also he's a capitalist. nobody knows where that came from

skizz: angel! why are there angels in minecraft, you might ask? some people are satisfied with their lives and let themselves permadie. skizz, after being born randomly from an angel statue (i wonder if it’s related to the other statue guy) was supposed to be one of the angels who helped escort players to the pearly gates, but he met impulse while his demon clan was taking a field trip to heaven. the two immediately became besties and skizz begged the universe to let him join the players. the universe begrudgingly agreed and now he's here! he hides his many other halos as ring tattoos on his arms as well

stress: fae! she's got fairy powers, magical swag, an affinity for flowers, and will beat you up if you assume she's the resident server cleric.

tango: ex-blazeborn! he saw some yummy packed ice and ate it, which extinguished his internal flame. his blazeborn tribe felt bad for him but knew it would be dangerous if he stayed, so tango just left for the overworld instead. he tries to convince people that he is 100% a human and not suspicious at all because he's embarrassed of having to explain that he lost most of his powers due to eating some yummy ice cream. a more detailed post about my headcanon can be found here

tfc: human! the only non-human aspect of him is a prosthetic leg. contrary to popular belief, he did not lose that leg while mining. it was after fighting a horde of skeletons. (he won)

wels: human. he's just a human. nobody believes him when he tells them because they've seen him accidentally level a building while sparring before. but nope. he's just a human. and a very fucked up one at that

hels: ???? techncially has the traits of wels, beef, and etho????? is there a species for evil clones created by copying machines or

xb: guardian! he was a guardian made to guard the magical treasures of ancient builders, but he got bored of staying in the same spot for centuries and his creators never returning. hypno casted a spell of bipedelity on xb, so now he can walk on land! i wrote a fic about it here too

xisuma: voidwalker! created by the young void gods, he was made from a fucking mspaint file where the void gods dicked around with the program and made a deeply fucked up being (him) on accident. he has no mouth, his hands are as black as the void, and his voice is terrifying without a modulator, which is why he wears a helmet. more about it in my fic here

evil x: also a voidwalker, but this time the void gods pressed random on a picrew and sent him out into an alternate dimension. he grew up in super england until x fished him out of the void. this little rascal has red scleras, ram horns, and a devil tail. he doesn't need to sleep, so he gets all his energy from eating, which is convenient because his sharp teeth can crunch anything and he can digest everything. his hair acts like an enderchest with a portal to the void, where he keeps snacks and various trinkets.

zedaph: human, but he’s not sane. i mean look at this guy. look at what he’s doing. nobody knows how he became so deeply fucked up but he's truly just Like That. he gave himself sheep features once on accident though

worm man: surprisingly, human. he's lucky to have stayed human for this long with his brother's insane experiments. accurate to popular belief, he has no superpowers.

#orchard’s library #hermitcraft #hermitblr #i cant tag everyone so im just not going to LMAO #ill only be tagging the new additions from my last list so here we go #vintagebeef #smallishbeans #skizzleman #tinfoilchef #keralis #xbcrafted #grumbot #renbob #falsesymmetry #ariana griande

[good--merits-accumulated]

do you take requests🧍‍♀️

LMAO I don't know if I would write full versions of these, but I can do some short snippets of each!

I. writer! Todd and vampire! Neil neighbours

Nicolas bared his teeth – and they were not just flashing white as Andrea had seen, but long and pointed, and curved like the canines of wolves. And they were no longer white, but slick and dark with blood. Of course. What a fool he had been. Nicolas moved closer and put one hand on Andrea’s throat, one cold relentless hand, so that they could both feel his pulse jumping between them. Behind him, pinned to the metal wall, Clara’s stake lay clenched in his hand. 

“No, no, no,” said Neil cheerily across the space between their balconies, “you’ve forgotten that Andrea wears that necklace.”

If it had been six months ago, Todd would have – and had – turned red, snatched his laptop off the flimsy table, and scuttled away into the sanctity of his own apartment, imposing a state of self-exile from the balcony for several more weeks. Fortunately it was not. He twisted around in the chair, shot a half-despairing glance at Neil’s grinning face, and asked, “Have you never heard of privacy once in your entire life?”

“I have many times heard of l’intimité,” said Neil, grinning wider, “and of einkalíf, and even yǐnsī. Privacy, however. That’s a new one. Pri-var-see. Is that how you say it?” 

He was incorrigible. Todd had discovered quite early on in their friendship that Neil had had some huge measure of life experiences which allowed him to come up with a rebuttal to every situation, and even earlier on that allowing him to run his mouth in French was a dangerous thing to do to himself. He was best humoured. “You’re in a boasting mood,” he said, pulling the laptop towards him. “I’ll bite. What’s wrong with his necklace?” 

“You’re the one writing with your screen brightness all the way up on an open balcony,” said Neil mildly, but acquiesced when Todd shot him a threatening look. “Sorry. Lips sewn. Anyway – whatever gory hand-to-hand combat scene you’re working on there can’t go if he’s got the necklace on.”

“Well, why not?”

“It’s a fish,” said Neil, with some measure of surprise. 

Todd fixed him with a look. “Neil, Andrea is a marine biologist.”

“A marine biologist wearing an ancient symbol of Christ around his neck,” said Neil. “Nicolas – he’s the vampire, yes? – he wouldn’t be very partial to that, I imagine.”

“A fish?” said Todd, surprised. “Well, it's not exactly a cross.”

“Hurts just as bad,” said Neil, making a face. “I mean, I would reckon. You know the ichthys actually predates the cross by two centuries? Bit more power to it, wouldn’t there be?”

He squinted and turned around fully. In the faint light spilling from his flat – the light from his flat was always faint – Neil looked loose-limbed and relaxed, draped over his balcony with his customary easy smile on his face, and his perpetual air of someone who knew more than he was letting on. Infuriatingly, the air was alluring at the best of times. But there was no hint of a lie or a joke on his face. “How on earth do you know that?”

“I’ve got time,” said Neil, “I read.” Then, with a shrug affecting casualness, “Could come over to yours and explain it more to you, if you want.”

“Well,” said Todd, and then, “well.” It had been six months they had known each other. He supposed that was enough time. But it had not happened before. For a moment a terrible feeling of anxiety overwhelmed him – something prickled over the back of his head like a hood, and a cloud crossed the moon, so that for half a second all was plunged into darkness. He shuddered. But then the clouds cleared and a ray of light struck Neil’s face, and illuminated it for him; he looked a little bit sheepish and a little bit pale, with nervousness perhaps. His hands twisted, one after the other, on the railing of the balcony. He was looking determinedly down. “I suppose it’d be helpful,” he said, and Neil looked up with a smile, suddenly blinding. 

“Really?” he said. 

“Well, don’t make me recant the offer.”

“Of course. Invite me in?”

He jerked a thumb in the direction of the door, standing up. “No,” said Neil, in a voice that was soft but carried nevertheless, and filled with laughter. “I’d like to hear you say it.” He was full of odd little idiosyncrasies like that, and despite himself, they were all endearing.

“You – are – ridiculous,” he said, punctuating each word with a movement; standing up, shutting the laptop, tucking the chair in behind him. “Are you recording that, or something? Come on over to the door. Of course you can come in.” He left Neil’s smile and the laptop behind him and slipped back into his flat, to stack the cushions back onto the sofa and check his hair in the mirror. 

It did not occur to him until much later the point that should have been obvious from the start – that their balconies were much too far apart to see well, and that his screen brightness, despite Neil’s insistence, had not been turned up all that much at all. But by that point, he could no longer quite bring himself to care.

II. vampires! Todd and Neil forced to plan museum heists

Languages tended to blend into one another these days; they evolved so much over these many hundreds of years that dialects, once sisters, became distant cousins, and then ceased being on speaking terms altogether. It was awfully difficult to keep up, at least without looking like a fool or a grandfather. Despite that, some languages had, throughout the years, impressed themselves onto certain parts of Todd’s moods. Corsican when he was feeling playful, Old Norse when he had just woken up or was particularly vulnerable – English for almost everything else, except in those rare cases where he felt something unimaginably distressing had happened, or that some unforeseen calamity was tearing at the bounds of his reality, demanding to be given voice and a few more vowels. In those cases it was invariably French.

“Merde,” he said, staring in dismay at the display case, “oh, merde.” 

“Fill de puta,” agreed Neil gloomily. 

Staring back at him was five sheets of stained paper, covered densely from margin to margin in a scribbling hand he knew very well, seeing as it was attached to his wrist. They had been arranged with the utmost care on a transparent support, and although he had not read the contents of the label next to it, he could, very clearly, see its proud, bolded title: The Met Museum presents – “His sweet mouth”: Love Letters Through Time.

“Fill de puta,” Neil repeated. This time with a touch more horror. 

“That must have been one of your letters,” said Todd faintly. 

“The first time I used the phrase,” he rejoined, “le Roi Soleil was already dead.” He gestured at the line before them that read 15th century, exact date unknown. “That was you. Remember?” 

He remembered, unfortunately, in excruciating detail. That had been a particularly thrilling night – a young man, one of Borso’s hanger-ons – a moonlit chase through the Castello Estense – him and Neil had been younger then, and had spilled more blood than was strictly necessary in the process. But it had been wonderfully romantic, and shortly afterwards, when Neil had gone off to Venice to do something with alum and Todd had remained in Ferrara, he had sat at his desk and remembered the moment; their hands and mouths meeting in that dim corridor of the Castello, the soft chimes of their laughter, the taste of the courtier’s sweet blood lingering still on his tongue. Enamoured, and in a mood much more befitting to a youth, he had written the letter and sent it off with a kiss. 

It had been well received at the time; Neil had come back from Ferrara early and they had gone off for a third honeymoon in Milan, and stayed until the whole business with Galeazzo Maria had forced a quick escape. When asked where the letter had gone Neil had only assured him that he had kept it, with the kind of dashing prince’s bow he had favoured at the time. Looking at him now, both of them were remembering it. 

He looked a little closer, just making out a particular line of Italian which had not been fit for public company in 1469 and was certainly not more so now, under hundreds of thousands of visitors’ eyes. “You said – ”

“I may,” said Neil, a little shamefacedly, “have lost it.” He rubbed at the back of his neck and added ruefully, “1844.”

He put a hand over his eyes. “The Oregon Trail?”

“It was quite windy.”

He pointed accusingly at the letter, and Neil winced. “Not windy enough to destroy the damn thing.”

“Well, it could be worse.”

“Worse!” One or two people looked over; he pulled Neil with him into the corner of the room, away from the damning glass display cases. “Neil, not only has our property been stolen – ”

“Lost.”

“Yes, because you lost it. Not only that, but now thousands of people are looking at it under this – damn – ” Lost for words, he pointed at the sign above them as they had walked into this particular exhibition room, reading, quite damningly, Eroticism and Sensuality, 1300-1550. He took one deep breath and compressed all the forcefulness and anger into a single, low, “Merde!”

“It was quite a good letter,” Neil offered. “I was flattered. Particularly the passage about my – ”

“There’s nothing for it,” Todd decided, firmly cutting him off. “Does Charlie still have all of his equipment from the ‘60s?”

“Good God,” said Neil smilingly. The good thing about having known each other for over a thousand years was that, at this point, they could have been the same person; he had not surprised Neil in quite some time with his actions. “You don’t mean to break into the Met?”

“That’s exactly what I mean.”

Neil blinked at him slowly, and pulled him a little closer, so that they were pressed close enough together to be mistaken for young lovers. A middle-aged woman pushing a stroller shot them a smile as she walked by, and Todd smiled back, close-lipped. “I certainly haven’t been arrested in quite some time,” Neil mused.

“And you can’t be hung for it any more,” Todd pointed out, putting his head on his shoulder. “The stakes are exceedingly low. Neil, I really do want that letter back.”

When he looked up at him again he was smiling; the wide flashing smile which exposed all his teeth and the fangs jutting sharp onto his bottom lip. The light in his eyes had long since died but in the reflected glow of the spotlights they looked almost alive again, and dancing with mischief. “Well, if you wish it,” he said. “Then I can’t say no.” 

Notes:

I: languages Neil uses in succession: French, then Icelandic, then Chinese. Take all the stuff about the icthys with large grains of salt - I did like 3 seconds of research for this and it was all on Wikipedia! Also I do think Andrea wears specifically the icthys, and not just any old fish.

II: Todd is of course using French, but Neil uses Catalan. Maybe I've been reading too much Aubrey-Maturin. The Borso mentioned is Borso d'Este - highly recommend reading more about him if you like Quattrocento things. Similarly Galeazzo Maria is of course the real Sforza who was assassinated in 1476!

#sorry about the delay i was sleeping + debating the merits of consuming jesus' stigmata with some friends. you know how it is #anderperry #dead poets society #anderperry fic #tristan writes #thanks for (sort of) requesting! it was nice to stretch these particular writing muscles #tristan stop bringing everything back to Quattrocento courtly dynamics challenge. failed #ask

[simply-slytherin]

Guess who finally finished Sebastians quest and saw the last pensive memory. This gal. And let me tell you I HAVE SOME THOUGHTS AND THEORIES FRIENDS! LONG ramble & spoilers for HL below the read more.

Sebastian quest:

So first of all focusing on the Sebastian quest line Solomon was so out of pocket for trying to attack us while inferi we're attacking us?  Like excuse me sir are you actually just trying to kill us maybe let's take care of the undead before we start fighting?  Also this man was an auror right so like he should be able to easily disarm 2 students without having too completely fight us like he was.

Also the Slytherclaw in me was coming out because when he destroyed that artifact I got so mad that is history and like an archeological find and now it's lost to history because he destroyed it instead of responsible people studying it.

But I do have to say I feel like it was very obvious that he had some PTSD or a lot of his own issues that hes trying to figure out. So he clearly also wasn't dealing with the situation in a healthy way none of it was healthy or good.

I obviously did not turn in my main boy Sebastian absolutely not we are ride or die lol.

Main Quest:

The way I'm playing the Isadora and Sebastian crosslines are happening like simultaneously. So it's super easy to see the similarities and comparisons between the 2 about how Isadora and Sebastian are trying to help people but maybe it's not doing so in the right way. Obviously I think Sebastian is way more in the right than Isadora. Like originally when I was reading theories about Isadora I was totally kind of on her side but then when they started showing that she was practicing her magic on students....minors.... like literally 1st year Hogwarts students I was like OK now that's not cool.

Also like her dad being wiped off all emotion is definitely a step too far I believe there could be an importance for relieving pain when needed but pain is also there to help us learn and appreciate the good in life. Literally this is a Vampire Diaries moment do not turn off your humanity switch LMAO.

I just want to mention that because my MC is a girl San Bakar's comments to us about not feeling like we are trustworthy felt lowkey a little sexist just because we are the only other 5th year female to wield this power other than Niahm.

OKAY NOW FOR THE GAME THEORY:

At the moment of writing this I technically have not finished the full game but I know it happens,  But I remember people theorizing about a specific part that I just witnessed with Isadora and her death.

When San Bakar does the avidikidivi on Isadora and she x_x yknow.  We see these little traces of ancient magic leaving her into the repository. And I saw a lot of people theorizing that maybe this is her leaving some part of her behind and that there's something hidden there but I actually think a more likely theory is that the part of her that is leaving is used to somehow help set up her pensive so that the future ancient magic weilder can see her memories. So she basically set up a plan B.

What I also found really creepy was that as she is dying like being hit by the spell her eyes kind of go blank and she smiles falters and then falls whereas we have seen a lot of people will just instantly die. I have 2 theories on this one of them that is connected to her setting up the pensive is her knowing that everything is safe like her memories and her theories and that they'll be passed on but I also think that she has removed pain from herself to the point that she doesn't even feel the pain of the most powerful killing curse.

It's a little bit like death note lol where I think this dark use of ancient magic tainted her and changed her personality from her true self almost like a drug.  To be honest I wouldn't be surprised if she actually made horcruxes.

Anyways I was a lot of rambling but I do think that the Keepers are also a bit wrong for a just completely shutting this down instead of looking into it any responsible healthy way.

Thank you for listening to my Ted talk lol if anybody wants to theorize with me please hit me up I would love to chat!!!

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #slytherin #ominis gaunt #hogwartslegacy #simply post #dark arts #isidora morganach #MC #hogwarts legacy theory #also guess who just discovered the nvidia screeshot feature #cant wait to install the mods now #hogwarts legacy spoilers #solomon sallow

[atopvisenyashill]

Okay so you're an ancient and powerful vampire who's been sleeping in an underground tomb somewhere in Westeros for thousands of years and around the same time Jon Arryn dies you are awakened by some random smallfolk who accidentally stumbles upon your tomb and now that you've been released back into the world you plan create a vampire army to take over Westeros. Who becomes part of your undead army and who becomes your food? And where would you attack first? And does everyone react to you?

P.S. You have all the basic vampire abilities along with hypnosis, telekinesis, and teleportation and you are of course the strongest vampire, but your weaknesses are sunlight, fire, holy items, and you can't enter a sept, but no one knows these weaknesses, not yet anyway.

Well depends on where I woke up.

Firstly, as I’m grappling with the new world I’ve woken up in, I’m just building a tiny cult and getting information. I’m making sure it’s GOOD information too, so probably once I’m strong enough to get around a bit, I’m sneaking into a castle and I’m making someone highborn my thrall - someone who can walk in the daylight but is tied to me. I think I’d change like some lord’s maiden daughter, make her father my thrall, and be like okay now tell me what the fuck is happening because none of the smallfolk here can read aksjsj.

If we say near Oldstones or the Isle of Faces - both kinda hotspots for funky magic south of the wall - I would say by the time I’ve established a little following for myself, Cat is on her way back North and the war is about to kick off. The moment it starts, i’m dropping everything i was planning - probably to try to get north and see if the daylight days are shorter, and start a lil cult north of the wall - and I’m settling into the Riverlands and getting ready to feed on the slaughter.

Think about it. Desperate people in a war zone willing to flock to anyone offering them shelter. Desperate deserters, hungry soldiers, and half dead bodies everywhere. I can change who I want, I can disguise my kills as being the fault of soldiers, and I have a lot of victims to train anyone I want to change on. Especially when Edmure sends most of his men home to protect their lands - now we got scared desperate soldiers just going home, and I can take advantage of that. By the time anyone with any power figures out what I’m doing, I’ve set up a little cult on the Isle of Faces.

How does this affect the plot? Okay, well, I figure if I'm on the Isle of Faces, I'm going for Harrenhal as my human hide out (while I, the vampire, would want to make more of a home on the Isle itself since humans don't visit there as much. Altho....fuck wait can I hang around weirwoods or do they burn me? Maybe I have to go to Oldstones instead actually) because it's spooky. We know Shella Whent couldn't easily defend it, so probably I've changed a lot of humans at Fairmarket and High Heart, then brought my little group to Harrenhal to take it ourselves. I would definitely set myself up similar to some other peasant or religious heroes here, where I'm offering hearth and home to the frightened heroes nearby and then feeding off them at night. Especially when I find out Harrenhal is cursed- I can just blame anything weird on the curse. That probably winds up helping the Starks because the Mountain can't set up there, nor can Roose Bolton start plotting either, lmao, but also, they've got a creepy cult leader set up in Harrenhal and they have to deal with me. I'd probably promise to let Shella Whent back into the castle so long as she promises to work with my little group to "protect the smallfolk" - and then just like,,,,make HER my thrall. Then I'm really cooking.

#asks #anons #canon divergent au #imagine a vampire in the riverlands omg. the war can't get any worse.

[nothing-but-paisley]

20 Questions for Fic Writers! ✨

tagged by @monstersinthecosmos and @hekateinhell thank you! 🖤

1. How many works do you have on A03? 28, all public

2. What’s your total A03 word count? 70,744

3. What fandoms do you write for? Vampire Chronicles & AMC IWTV. I also write Hannibal fic and dabble in Star Trek (need to get into some ds9 fic one of these days.) I also have a twitter account (@murdertherapy) where I give advice as Hannibal Lecter, but I've back burnered it for the time being due to The Horrors. Might make a tumblr for it one day.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Touching and Touched, Only a Name, That Essence Rare, Amnesiac, By Any Other Name

5. Do you respond to comments? Absolutely, they make me so happy! But I get a little self-conscious about how to respond to them since I don't know how to take compliments, so I'm always just like, thanks 🙂

But I really do cherish all of them 😭

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Gotta be Gethsemane, the fic where I did what Anne maybe ultimately wished she did and killed Daniel. This is one of my favorite pieces I've written in fandom or otherwise and it really helped me process some things.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I'm sure it's my spirk fic Touching and Touched, they are so fuckin sappy I love them.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I've been pretty lucky in that I've never gotten a mean comment on ao3 or any shade about any of my fics (that I've seen lol).

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Listen, I think that horniness is the engine of all drama. All fiction is inherently erotic. What is a Greek tragedy but a super drawn out communal orgasm?

But yes, I write smut almost exclusively lol. People are (usually) at their most vulnerable and raw during sex, and this is an incredibly powerful way to explore character dynamics as well as their inner lives, traumas, and hidden drives. I'm especially drawn to BDSM/kink in general.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Yes! I just wrote a VC/X-Files crossover called Amanuensis in which Mulder and Scully investigate the Night Island that was tons of fun, but it's not something I make a habit of for whatever reason.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but it's something I would definitely be open to!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Devil's Minion, Hannigram, Garashir, Spirk, Mulder/Scully. They all make me insane in unique ways! I'm also partial to Armand/Marius/Daniel--any Armand ship really! Super normal about him :)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I WANT to finish my Knight of Swords series one day, but I'll try keep plugging away at it.

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, 100%. I want everything to be a screenplay lmao. I have written multiple fics that are just text conversations, transcripts, etc.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I can be impatient when it comes to writing descriptions/actions, so a lot of that stuff is as bare bones as possible. I would like to become better at creating a sense of depth and scale and grandeur rather than just sketching things out (and writing longer fics instead of just oneshots all the time).

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Neutral, I think it can work when used sparingly (but then I've dropped a few caro mios in my time).

19. First fandom you wrote for? Doctor Who in the ancient pre-ao3 times.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Apart from Gethsemane, I was really happy with how By Any Other Name turned out (the fic where Armand roleplays that Daniel is Marius without his knowledge). Basically anything that's a combination of heavy angst and smut with an optional lil sliver of comfort--that's the good stuff.

tagging: @fofoqueirah and @butchybats and @desertfangs (feel free to ignore if you've done this already lol)

#vc fic #ask paisley #devil's minion

[muse-soup]

Get to Know Me Meme

Name: Gyro (Enough people called me Gyro-mun back in the day that once, when I was in a group chat with two other people who had the same birth name, I said "fuck it" and just started going by Gyro. It's been ten years lmao.) Pronouns: They/Them Sexuality: Yes Single or Taken: Taken

THREE FACTS

- I've danced in a West End production of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. There was an audience participation number and some of us got pulled up on stage. - I run a D&D game on Saturdays. We started out playing Curse of Strahd, but it's kind of mutated from there. The party pissed off a night hag who is now making two of the party members collect souls for her as reparations, adopted a gate guard, created a power vacuum by killing both major political leaders and started a peasant revolt in the main hub town, "rescued" a flesh golem and left her to her own devices in the forest, may or may not have lit an abbey on fire, melted a pack of werewolves with acid, lost a party member who they are now seeking (the irl player had other commitments lol), went into a Bag of Holding to fight the Bag Man, and are currently investigating a spider cult who are a splinter faction of the canonical demon cult they stopped before the plot could unfold. It's been a wild ride. - I always type "DRAFT" on replies I save for later in case I accidentally post them.

EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG - Since I was around 12-ish? So nearly 18 years.

WHAT PLATFORMS - Neopets, an ancient Nightmare Before Christmas fan site, GaiaOnline, Facebook DMs, DeviantArt, Skype, Tumblr, and Discord. Pretty much just those last two these days.

BEST EXPERIENCE - If I could be sappy for a moment, it was probably meeting my partner (and many friends besides!) through Tumblr RP. But if we want something more specific, I was part of that giant vampire story that @dreamsofalife mentioned in her meme (x); I was the guy whose head got cut off and came back as a robot. Also worth mentioning was a big thread I did with an old pal, where their muse was turned into a swan via Magic Anon, and they decided the anon (now known as Greyfellow) would take his place as his doppelganger and try to take over the kingdom. Shenanigans ensued, a parrot trapped my muse in a pantry and lit the kitchen on fire, the Queen almost had her soul sucked out-- good times.

MUSE TYPE

FEMALE OR MALE - Any and all.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT - Honestly? Too much fluff or too much angst becomes stale and one-note after a while, and smut's something I tend to do sparingly since it rarely adds to the plot. They're seasonings, not the main dish. I CRAVE VARIETY AND NUANCE, BABY!

PLOT OR MEMES - I'm good with both! Although I admit I default to memes if I'm feeling low energy or if I don't know my partner well.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES - Either! Sometimes you need multiple paragraphs to set your scene, and other times a simple "Oh, fuck." will suffice. As long as the other person has enough to work with, everything's fair game.

BEST TIME TO WRITE - Honestly I do my best writing either right when I wake up (whatever time that may be) or after dinner, when I get my second wind. Sometimes I get random spurts throughout the day, though.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES? - Some of them are aspirational, and some of them are just me in a hat. For the most part, though, I try to find a good balance of how much of myself I allow to slip through. And every once in a while I'll try to write a muse who's nothing like me at all, only to realize we're more alike than I thought.

#Soup Mun Speaks; OOC Post #A Dash of This; Dash Games

[protect-daniel-james]

Do you have a vampire Unai playlist? / sort of Spotify related.

Or a vampire Unai song?

Oooh, I have a couple of Unai songs. The vampire ones are just:

The Last Shadow Puppets - Dracula Teeth (obviously!)

I wake up in an ice-cold sweat And my skin starts to creep You're hovering above my bed Looking down on me Haunted house sound effects Dracula Teeth

I wonder if the rival managers feel similarly when they talk to Unai after a match. If their skin starts to creep, if Unai's skin just seems to radiate cold.

Arctic Monkeys - Dangerous Animals

I love to imagine Unai's POV, it's him being "pinned down by the dark" - by the dark(ness) of his own nature as a vampire. I imagine him STRUGGLING. Also, these lyrics MY GOD:

you should have racing stripes the way you keep me in pursuit / sharpen the heel of your boot / and you press it to my chest and you make me wheeze/ then to my knees you do promote me

I love to picture this in Unai's relationships with the...unattainable/unreachable/dominant partners - with football, with Granit, with Mikel. And I love to imagine vampire!Unai doing the same - of course, he could be the one dominant, of course he could use his supernatural powers - but he won't, he'll suppress them, even at the expense of him being so submissive (he actually likes it. i am fairly convinced he is a masochist).

But tbh then I have a couple of Unai songs that are not directly in the vampire!lore, they're just about the desperate and unfulfilled longing that I always connect with him, no matter if he's in a vampire version or not lol. So, I'll take this as an opportunity to ramble a little:

Kino - Elektrichka (Электричка)

The Unai in Russia song, lmao. I think a lot of the 1980s depressive songs would work for Unai in 2012 Moscow. He just feels lost, without a direction, without anything positive. The elektrichka (tram) is taking him somewhere he doesn't want to and yet he can't shout, can't scream. The claustrophobic feeling of being trapped in a place where there's no dignified way of getting out (and even the alphabet laughs at him in Russia!)

Mikel Laboa - Txoria txori

Oh, the anthem of unrequited feelings and the choice of letting someone you love go. If I had cut off his wings, he would have stayed, he wouldn't have left, but then he would have no longer been a bird.

I love the Anne Etchegoyen version as well, but this one with the church-like chorus sounds even sadder.

Take Aim - Kasabian

(okay so I interpret this as a kill your darlings scenario lmao. take aim? gotta get us out of here? there's no other way for us to get out of this? i bid you farewell? tears on my shovel? hmmmmmm. idk I just love the desperation).

Duncan Dhu - En algún lugar

This is canonically what Unai listens/listened to in his youth. Very melancholic, very underlyingly sad. I like imagining Unai as an edgy teen/young adult, in a long coat or leather jacket, walking somewhere by the sea shore, wind blowing in his hair unspoiled by hair gel, looking very much like an ancient vampire, but also like a Depeche Mode fan...

Desire - Under your spell

Ah, the Arsenal advert song. I love the song, and I love the advert (if you haven't seen it, check it out). So good, so disturbing, so ambient - this is the song of obsession. I'd say it's Unai's obsession with the club even after he was sacked (he did, IRL, say that he kept dreaming of Arsenal for some time after the sack, so do with that information what you will). But it's also his obsession with Mikel. Or with Football, obviously.

#spotify ask #i'm always here to talk about my favorite night creature #i need more vampire songs but the problem is that a lot of those that exist are just...cheesy/ridiculous? #unai posting

[cookinguptales]

wwdits tarot: the hierophant

Thanks for all the support you’ve all given me so far. ;; When I first started writing these, I didn’t think anyone was reading them. But I’ve gotten some really sweet messages and now?? Some people are drawing cards based on my meta??

Love it, *chef’s kiss*, perfect, I cry. I love seeing what y’all come up with. My heart can’t take it. lmao

ANYWAY… Next up. V. The Hierophant.

This is another one of those very fun examples where the character I’ve chosen suits both the upright and reversed meaning of the card.

The Hierophant is a card of old knowledge. It usually implores you to listen to people who have more experience than you do and incorporate their wisdom into your life. This could be a parent, a teacher, a spiritual leader…

A Guide, if you will.

When upright, The Hierophant is really a card of the establishment. There’s a strong emphasis towards established institutions, like universities, churches, or uh. Vampiric councils, as the case may be. It’s a card that says sometimes, the old ways are the best ways.

For much of her time in WWDITS, The Guide has fulfilled this role. She has guided vampires as they fulfill their vampiric council roles for literally centuries. She knows all the rules, all the tips, all the tricks. She knows exactly the way this ancient hierarchical world works — and she is deeply devoted to it.

The Guide is not a vampire that deals well with change. She has panic attacks whenever people start to deviate from the old ways too much, and she is deeply attached to the world that she’s created for herself.

Even if, as we eventually find out, it has become her prison.

You see, as much as The Guide has dedicated her life to, well, guiding and upholding the rules, regulations, and traditions of the vampiric council, that’s not who she really is. She’s a wild child, a rebellious lady — she’s, as they say, a very bad vampire.

Which brings us to the reversed meaning of The Hierophant. When reversed, The Hierophant is a card that tells us to make our own path. Yes, you should listen to established doctrine — but then you should build on it. You should seek out other viewpoints. You should create a worldview all your own, and derive your own meaning from it. And boy does she do that in s4.

In s4, The Guide brings together her wild past and structured present to create a sort of breathless future. She’s still not entirely confident in her new realm (nor is she really sure where she stands with her new boss), but she’s finally herself in a way she hasn’t been allowed to be in a long time.

She is free.

(Free to make very bad decisions sometimes, perhaps, but don’t they all?)

I love how The Guide is attached to the past (especially the council) but is starting to kind of use that as her own power rather than it just being a punishment tethering her down. Yes, she’s spent thousands of years working in the bowels of the vampiric council — but that means that her wraiths are loyal to her and her alone. Yes, she might be a little too into lives past — but she can use their souls to reanimate them as she pleases.

I really hope that in the future she really finds her footing like Guillermo is starting to. She deserves to reverse this card and find a new path forward all her own.

Now, as usual, the imagery:

The Rider-Smith-Waite is a deck that derives from the Tarot de Marseille, which has The Hierophant listed as The Pope, and while they tried to distance themselves somewhat from the Christian overtones, a lot of that symbolism is still here in the card.

The Hierophant sits on a throne between two pillars and raises his right hand in a sign of benediction. In his left hand, a papal cross. There are a lot of crosses, honestly, and you can see his worshipers/adherents in front of him. The keys symbolize the secret knowledge only he can unlock.

(There are also a lot of threes here because of the holy trinity.)

Honestly, though... This is What We Do In The Shadows. That's not really our style here.

So we're not gonna do a lot of that.

Instead, I want the throne to be that of the vampiric council, and I want her to be lounging atop it. Maybe the vampires are out. Maybe she's simply taken what she's due. I don't know; all I know is that for once, I'm making sure she's allowed to sit in the seat that she has so zealously guarded for centuries.

The pillars of the vampiric council stand at her sides, but we can see the cracks in them. This aged institution is starting to crumble, and why? Because we see The Guide's sledgehammers crossed at her feet instead of keys. She still has keys, though. They are being held in her hand; despite technically being subservient for all these years, she's really been the one to hold the keys to this building and everything in it, hasn't she? And I think at this point, she always will.

The wraiths bowing at her feet will make sure of it.

wwdits tarot masterpost

#sorry I'm emotional today lmao #wwdits tarot #wwdits #wwdits meta

[crossedsabers10s]

Listen, listen, I need someone to tell me that starting another project would be a Bad Idea™️

Okay, on that note. I had an Idea! It’s taken over my brain!

What if dimension shenanigans with some old research of Kol’s that their poking around in/trying to use to defeat the next Big Bad and the Mystic Falls Gang of Supernatural Misfits—exact lineup yet to be determined, but definitely includes Stefan, Elena, Bonnie, Enzo, Jeremy, and Damon with Klaus and Elijah also there—ends up in a very sideways world where vampires aren’t a thing?? But like. Not a normal human!AU.

So. So. Like. They end up in Mikaelson Manor in Mystic Falls. Uh, Mystic Falls but three steps to the left and upside down, dimensionally speaking. And while they’re arguing about what the heck just happened, Klaus walks in. Except. Klaus is also standing right there arguing with his brother.

And that Klaus isn’t a hybrid. ‘Cause vampires don’t exist. But! He is a thousand year old alpha werewolf. Because all of his other siblings are ancient, super powerful witches/warlocks who are functionally immortal because their mother made them so. And he is too—despite the lack of personal magic—because they sort of shared their own immortal life force with him. Kind of like Freya’s sleeping beauty curse thing plus daggering but not really. They all take turns—by the decade—asleep and basically in a death like state and letting him ‘borrow’ their life force. Like. One decade Elijah is asleep and then it’s Kol and Rebekah and Finn and so on in a loop. And, they’ve got a handle on the werewolf curse, so he’s like. Basically hybrid like—can control his transformation and is super strong even without the full moon. Moon rings or a ritual they invented or whatever.

Anyways. Klaus takes in all these semi-familiar strangers and immediately blames Kol. It’s his workshop/ritual room they’d walked out of after all and Kol has no rational, sane limits when it comes to poking at interesting magic. At all. Ever. Him somehow breaking the dimensional barrier between worlds is par for course. So they get some basic information/threats/posturing out of the way. Then he tells them that Kol can probably reverse engineer whatever it was they messed with and send them back. But Kol is also in Norway or smth and will be out of contact while he is tracking down some rare magical being/creature. So itll take a few days to send them back. And! Until then, all these weird, semi-undead people can’t just… walk around the town or whatever while wearing the faces—some the wrong age—of some of the locals.

There’s also a cameo of an older-looking Rebekah, who resembles Esther slightly more than then teenage-appearing one. She’s complaining about Finn and Sage or smth.

Oh! And Finn is a necromancer, complete with like. A half rotted face from magical build up/side effects, Hel-style. Sage is—ok but. Like. I’m torn. I think Sage being Finn’s dead wife brought back at the cost of [the face thing, him being unable to use any other kind of magic or else she disappears, some other cost] would be cool but my heart says dragon. Some kind of dragon. She would make a fantastic dragon who had taken human-shape or was cursed into it and had taken a liking to the grumpy necromancer.

Kol is a Jack of all trades kind of magic user but specializes in arcane/esoteric rituals. Elijah is a more standard kind of witch, but is especially good at binding magics. Like. Deals.

So local!Klaus pawns them off to his friend/frenemy/drinking buddy, Stefan Salvatore. Who happens to have a mostly empty boarding house, isn’t it nice how things work out.

So they end up at the Boarding House. At some ungodly time in the morning, Stefan Salvatore—who is in his mid twenties, which is very odd for everyone who is used to eternally seventeen Stefan to see—opening the door. And he’s a witch too!! (Witch? Warlock? Idk he can use magic.)

And so the vampires need to be invited in lmao, after at least one of them does not account for this not being their boarding house and breaks their nose walking into the invisible threshold barrier.

And while everyone is getting settled—older Stefan getting a rundown on vampires—someone else walks in!!

It’s a teenage version of Enzo, back from like an early morning jog or smth. Because he’s a morning person for some reason.

Who takes one look at what’s going on and goes wtf. And he is very different from canon!Enzo. Younger—around 19–and with an attitude. I am firmly of the belief that teenage Enzo had anger issues. And it comes out that bby Enzo lives there and knows about magic and whatnot. Or at least has a very nonchalant reaction to the idea of dimension hopping semi/undead beings that are alternate versions of himself and people he knows.

And older!Stefan says something along the lines of ‘well, he followed my brother home and I haven’t managed to get rid of him yet’.

Which, of course is cue for other!Damon to stumble downstairs, yawning hard enough to crack something and wearing pajama bottoms. When he spots the crowd of people in his house staring at him—cause he’s A. shirtless and they can see scars on his skin, more than a few curled around his sides from his back and B. Is seventeen—he says ‘oh we have guests?’ Then spots older him, who is outwardly unbothered but deeply uncomfortable with everyone else seeing what he thinks of himself being weak/vulnerable because this is a version of Damon before he perfected being an asshole, though some of it is definitely ingrained.

Younger!Damon, who is like. Sleep deprived in the extreme goes back upstairs to change before coming back down and heading straight for the coffee. Which he doesn’t even manage to drink because his head basically hits the table before it’s cool enough to take a sip. Someone asks if he’s hungover—because he’s Damon and therefore that’s their first thought—but he says no? I was doing homework. And Caroline, who does have any sympathy for any Damon’s whatsoever says it’d be easier if he didn’t wait until the last minute to do it. And older Stefan—mildly, but in a way that makes it clear he doesn’t appreciate someone coming into his house and verbally jabbing at his younger brother—asks how much homework he did. And Damon says ‘all of it? duh. for the rest of the semester.’ (While this is going down, Enzo has stolen Damon’s coffee, dumped enough sugar in it to make a colony of ants die happy, and is drinking it while staring at his older self with the air of a person who is vaguely annoyed.)

Okay so. Background. AU!Stefan and Damon came from a long line of magic users. Like their father was super traditional and an absolute bastard about it too. Anyways, Stefan was the perfect older son who used strong traditional magic—and who also later had an Expression phase and gave up on using magic at all in effort to not give in to it again; to mirror his Ripper issues—and Damon was like okay at traditional magic but wasn’t the best at it. In this sense, traditional magic means like the ancestor stuff. The weight of a legacy. Yeah, no. Damon’s better at drawing from other sources, more elemental which is wilder and less structured with a reputation in the witch community for being destructive.

Annnnyways. Their father packs Damon off to a magic boarding school—no, not Hogwarts—except! It’s basically. Like. Off-brand Augustine. Instead of studying vampires, they’re studying magic. Taking magical children and training them all the while running tests. They were trying to make basically magic using witch hunters, to have a super strong police force under the schools thumb. It’s a horrible place where students regularly die or disappear during ‘training.’

And that’s how he meets Enzo! They were roommates. And Damon is considered unlucky, because all of Enzo’s roommates tend to die. Horribly. He’s also considered unlucky because Enzo—instead of being a run of the mill witch—is a siphon. He’s one of the schools favorite lab rats pupils, because he’s a rare find and he’s basically isolated and shunned by all the other students who are having a tough time surviving without the witch community’s worst nightmare stealing their magic from them.

Anyways after a boatload of trauma, Enzo and Damon end up semi codependent best friends with a magical bond. Literally. A magical bond. Something got tangled up from Enzo borrowing Damon’s magic too many times and now they basically share. Enzo doesn’t need to be touching him to access it, though that does help, and they both have an uncanny ability to know where the other is and don’t necessarily need to be looking at each other to know what the other is thinking.

Okay, so Stefan’s father told him that hed sent Damon off to school to help him learn blah blah family name blah whatever. This is around when Stefan discovers expression. And goes downhill from there. It takes him a long time—too long, he’ll think later, staring at the spellbooks he doesn’t use anymore but can’t bring himself to throw away just in case—to notice that something is definitely wrong with the letters he’s getting from his brother. He stops eventually, but by then has accidentally killed his father in a fit of rage when he finds out where his brother is and what’s being done to him.

Timeskip a bit and Stefan gets roped into Mikaelson Drama and after that gets them to help in investigate the School. What they find pisses them all off, because they’re old and strong and are considered magical royalty almost, when people aren’t terrified of them. And this is very much something they want to put an end too.

So the Calvary comes riding in, ready to rain destruction down and they find the School already on fire. Damon and Enzo having basically started a riot/jailbreak/revolution.

And that’s how Enzo came to live with the Salvatores. And why he’s an angry traumatized teenager with an aversion to touch and no compunctions about using violence. He was a street kid and then basically raised in/locked up in a dog eat dog world where if you weren’t on the top of the pile, you were one of the bodies being climbed over.

Enzo is also. Very. Scarily good at fire spells. Damon favors ice but is actually really good at inducing bad luck.

Stefan, when he used magic, was good at telekinesis and mind stuff. Like Silas.

(Not immediately relevant but—AU!Elena is a really old, really powerful psychic a la Amara and Silas, who is a spirit strong enough to sometimes walk the mortal plane. Bonnie is the same. Caroline is a—dryad? Nymph? Ancient and used to be worshipped as a goddess.)

Okay I’m done.

For now.

#tvd #fanfic #fic ideas #my stuff

[ashlynniis-bracketeers]

...Yes, I still like this template. It’s very useful. Sue me. >8}

So I’ve been playing Strive, and combing through character lore and connections, I noticed something that made my Warframe ( + Crossover) brain get all... wiggly.

So, Nagoriyuki: Black vampire samurai with a fancy magic sword, his lore tied into resident blue-oni-lookin’ “Dramaaaaaaa” ancient gun-slinger magician Happy Chaos. Happy Chaos essentially blackmailed and toted him around as a high-power lackey with mind control.

Then to Umbra. [SACRIFICE SPOILERS BELOW]

Excalibur Umbra: Ancient Dax (space samurai) who was punished by resident Blue Man Group-reject Orokin Executor Ballas by being forcibly Infested with the Helminth Warframe strain, given a unique “Transference Bolt” that made him unable to disobey Ballas, and forced to kill his own son, Isaah. His unique sword, a “nikana” (space katana) by the name of Skiajati, was created from Umbra’s own flesh and has the ability to make the user invisible on finisher attacks.

So with these two we have... Two supernatural, honorable samurai warriors with fancy magic swords, mind-controlled by ancient blue-skinned assholes that are key to the background lore. It was eerily similar, though I know it’s all a coincidence.

I think these two would like each other even though Umbra can’t talk. Maybe he could teach Nago some Shawzin tunes and Nago could teach him some fancy sword tricks aksjds.

Don’t know anything about the blue-skinned assholes? I’m putting all of that text garbage under the cut because by the Man in the Wall’s pinky finger was it getting long + it’s rather spoiler-ey lmao.

I’m going to go ahead and say this here so that it doesn’t get eaten by the cut/drowned in text. I hope you like it!

v The blue assholes are Ballas (Warframe) and Happy Chaos (Guilty Gear). v

Now on Ballas (some would say “Ball-ass”, others “Phallas”). [Lots of Warframe spoilers in this section, be warned.]

He’s basically the entire reason the WF universe is a hellhole clusterfuck because he got denied by a woman he was possessive over and was just an Orokin asshole akjdhkasd. He got the Sentient Project to Tau greenlit, which led to the Zariman 10-0 incident + creation of the Tenno acting as some form of pawns of the incomprehensible “Man in the Wall”, the fake Margulis/Lotus/Natah after killing the real Margulis with the Jade Light, the Sentient + Grineer + Corpus Rebellions in the Old War, and sowing the seeds for Dr. Tengus to rediscover the raw Infestation and unleash it on the modern Origin System. He didn’t even die in the Old War or the Orokin Massacre, creating Umbra and surviving all the way to the New War, manipulating Erra and the other remaining non-Origin-stranded Sentients to rule over them and the Narmer before finally getting his then-Chimera cheeks truly clapped one last time by “Margulis”/Lotus/Natah.

Then to Happy Chaos (LOUSY SHOT) [Lots of Guilty Gear lore spoilers, be warned.]

He’s “The Original”, originally a human entity that would be considered benevolent and good-natured, but warped with hostile magic. He was the one who discovered the “Backyard” and the in-universe magic system, along with creating the “Universal Will” that ended up turning on him and all of humanity while borking all of the electronic technology and leading to societal collapse before he and his underlings has to get their shit together and replace all of the old tech with magic, and he gave an extremely powerful artifact to “That Man” and leading (in part) to the creation of Gears and all of that fuckery. The “Universal Will”, going on a rampage and looking for a loophole against him involving I-No, managed to turn him into “Happy Chaos” and soon led to Strive’s story mode and him showcasing his mind-control over Nago.

...BLUE-SKINNED ASSHOLES.

#meme #memes #crossover #Warframe #Guilty Gear #Excalibur Umbra #Warframe Excalibur Umbra #WF Excalibur Umbra #Nagoriyuki #GG Nagoriyuki #Guilty Gear Nagoriyuki

[sammywolfgirl]

You know what, i'll ask some random questions for your vampire Au! I'm curious to see how it compares to mine. -are they immortal once they become vampires

-do their original powers exist in some form after becoming vampires (Would a paladin still be able to use light magic, would a shapeshifting one still be able to shapeshift)

-How do they eat, and are there 'moral' alternatives. (some vampire media will have vampires only consuming animals/wildlife instead of people, making this a more 'moral' option. Was curious if that was true/the case for your au, or if that was impossible for them)

-Is Vampire cookie still a vampire in your au, and/or would he have any special rules about him since he's the only actual vampire in cookie run.

No need to answer all/any of these! just thought I'd send you a pile of some random ones to muse on!

Yessss okay let’s see

- with only one possible exception, all vampires are immortal. Said exception is more a concept for what I’m calling ‘fruit bat vampires’ which are like diet vampires? And even in universe it’s probably debated if they’re actually vampires at all or just a different creature with similar traits.

-if the cookie who was bit had some ability beforehand they will still likely have it even after they become a vampire. Vampirism adds on magic wise not subtracts.

- in this universe, vampires primarily consume blood, though it can be human/cookie or animal blood. As long as they’re well fed their powers are at the strongest. However there are alternatives that are available! Though the effectiveness and wether or not they like it is up to the vampire. Some can consume red wines instead of blood and be fine, others prefer substitutes. I’m forgetting what it’s called I want to say cocoanut something but there’s some food out there that can be used as a blood substitute in emergencies? They can have that too. Some more traditional vampires will argue you can ONLY consume cookie blood and everything else won’t work but they’re cowards lmao

- vampire cookie exists pretty much with the exact same vampire rules I gave him for my main au. And honestly, unless I decide to do a story with him he probably lives in some castle in the woods with his sister. Alchemist might actually be a vampire too in this au though. Idk she can be one as a treat. I think they’re probably known by the tbd but since they’re harmless they leave them alone.

I will say, this au technically has two halves.

The tbd monster hunter half which focuses on worlds most girlfailure vampire timekeeper and the monster hunting organization they run, and explore other creatures and magic ideas outside of just vampires. Kind of has a monster of the week sort of feel.

The other half is the neon hellscape side which is still a different timeline but since time travel is a lot more limited in this au it’s just it’s own contained thing. It’s got more of a classic gothic town with a giant castle and ancient vampire gothic Victorian vibes going on. A bit more of a thriller and more explicit vampire action. Wrend is an elder vampire who’s at the top of their game compared to timekeeper who’s… baby vamp comparatively

#it me #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #vampire au

[vampire-sugar]

THE QUEEN OF THE DAMNED PART II

Finished reading Part II of Queen of the Damned! Here are some of my thoughts!

(Link to my Part I thoughts, and if interested here’s a link to my IWTV and TVL thoughts as well)

(Spoilers ahead!!)

PART II: ALL HALLOW’S EVE

I knew that this was another build-up chapter leading up to the final events of TVL. However, the build-up is literally half of the book. Why am I on page 224 out of 448 and still only at Lestat’s concert? I can’t take this Anne….

Anyway, Part II is Lestat’s concert as experienced by Daniel, Khayman, and Jesse. Khayman POV was incredibly boring. At least Daniel’s POV was him experiencing being a vampire for the first time so it brought something fresh to the story, and Jesse’s POV was also her finally confirming that Lestat is an actual vampire. It was fun to read about her on stage, it was giving Wattpad 1D fanfiction for a moment there lmao but loved it. Khayman POV on the other hand… I just could not bring myself to care.

I did die at the fact that Mael could not do his one (1) job of protecting Jesse and only intervened after Jesse got her neck broken and skull crushed. Aren’t you a super ancient and super powerful vampire? You’re telling me you let your girl’s brain get exposed before you stepped in? All these ancient vampires annoy me if I’m being honest.

Part II ends with the Queen taking Lestat, and an update on all the vampires that will band together to save him. Unfortunately, due to the incredibly long and tedious set-up of these characters I am not as fond of them as I wish I was. I feel like I’ll start to like the characters more when I get a sense of how they interact with each other. I am expecting all of these vampires to be in a room together discussing strategy to save Lestat and if I don’t get this I’ll be upset lol. And I am super excited for the inevitable Armand Louis Daniel reunion. I love any romance involving Armand. He is so awkward yet so intense and forward, I need the reunion to be charged and tense.

I’m also both excited for and dreading the inevitable Marius/Armand reunion. Dreading only because I know that Marius’s actions regarding Armand are written as being OK/normal, so I feel like a discussion of him and Armand’s past won’t be done great. If it even happens.

Anyway, halfway through this book already and I am so pumped for it to start PICKING UP (please please please). I look forward to reading Part III: AS IT WAS IN THE BEGINNING, IS NOW, AND EVER SHALL BE… !!

#queen of the damned #interview with the vampire #iwtv #vampire chronicles

[transmutationisms]

okay i mentioned this in the tags but genuinely i have this like whole vampire theory of the roy siblings LMAO so traditionally (like, since the 18th or 19th century i think) the reason vampires can't see their own reflections or cast a shadow is supposed to be because they don't have a soul. i like the work this does as a metaphor with the roys: none of them are 'real', they don't see themselves as real, so they'll have these flashes of insight looking at each other but retain massive blind spots when they try looking into the mirror, metaphorically speaking. there's nothing of substance looking back, they're only composed of what they take from other people.

speaking of which, i've mentioned before that for a show obsessed with bodily fluids (piss mainly; there are at least 28 different bathroom scenes i've counted) there's not really that much blood flowing. the exceptions that come to mind are the therapist at austerlitz, kendall's wrist after the car crash, and kendall's nosebleed after logan yanks him from rehab in iceland. whereas piss is used as an assertion of power and dominance, blood spilling is much more life-threatening, which ties nicely with the vampire concept (there are plenty of folk beliefs about the undead that don't involve the drinking of blood; vampires are feared in a very specific way because of it). if the roy kids are metaphorically blood-suckers, part of their problem is that they keep trying to suck each other's blood and they're all relatively bloodless on account of being dead. they're dependent on the draining of other people to give them life and self-image.

the characters most overtly compared to parasites are sandy and stewy, and i can never help but think of the marx quote (capital is dead labour living vampire-like by sucking living labour etc etc). but the reason that comparison is made is ultimately just because they're capitalists, which the roy kids all are as well. they like to think they're better than private equity guys like stewy (shiv and kendall especially like to think this) but kendall guts vaulter and all three of them are explicitly living off their dad's fortune: parasites attached to parasites, another description we get of sandy in relation to stewy in "prague".

bloodsucking is a potent metaphor i think because vampires are on the one hand totally devoid of substance to the point of being literally soulless, and on the other hand drinking directly from the source of life itself. so much of the horror comes not just from a fear of death/decay but from that mismatch between being drained/pale/lifeless and simultaneously utterly sanguine, but only via another's blood. the roy kids see others as sources to bleed dry and see themselves as insubstantial; other people see them as monsters out for blood.

i also like the vampire tropes wrt to the roys because we often think of them as these like, ancient ideas and it's true bloodsuckers have been in folklore for a long time, but most of our recognisable vampire tropes date much later (primarily 19th century, lots specifically from bram stoker and "carmilla") which i think nicely parallels the way the roys think of their family business as this, like, thousand-year dynasty but really they're extremely nouveau riche. which i think also contributes to their bloodthirst and inability to perceive themselves head-on in any objective way. they fear disappearing and not existing because fundamentally they feel like they lack whatever is supposed to be anchoring them to the earth (soul, conscience, etc) and when they look at/inside themselves there's nothing looking back.

anyway there's my succession vampire thoughts of the day thanks

#always still thinking abt black bile -> silver dollars #blood into gold? or smth more intangible? or do the roys know the difference? #blood sacrifice

[revenantpoet]

- @RevenantPoet

Text Version:

Carmen Cygni

Love conquers all Love wins All you need is love

There are so many phrases Culminating in a single message That love is power Love is righteous Love always overcomes

I disagree

Not because I don’t want to agree Or that I don’t want to be able to open my heart And know it will be safe And happy And cared for and caring For forever and then some

Love sure feels like that, doesn’t it? In that moment of bliss Like a life raft in a storm A calm amidst the chaos Unsinkable Unknowable Unending

And in those quiet moments, maybe that’s true Maybe in those precious seconds Love is unshakable

But the waves around us are giants They are angry They are careless And they crush us Or at least Those like us

We who step outside the lines of the norm Who dare to love outside the boundaries To break that word That framed definition Of what “love” is And build it anew with our own hands Into something more beautiful than imaginable To love ourselves and others Fiercely Wholeheartedly With no shame

It’s the most powerful kind of love Those threads that connect the different The other The ones who shouldn’t love That should be hated That should fight and die Who deserve nothing When compared To those who are “normal”

And who desires that? Who wants this conditional love? This love tied in thorns Designed to bleed you dry If you try to escape

Our love isn’t pretty It isn’t kind Not to us The ones who invest everything in it Who are this love Embodiment of it and bathed in it Diverse and beautiful and ethereal Bathed in the color of life itself As varied as life itself As beautiful as life itself

It terrifies the others Our careless beauty A threat A whisper of change A fire to the thorns that control them Define them In pain and suffering

And they take those sharp edges Their own restraints And tear us apart In all of our splendor Destroying all that makes us Us

After all They want normalcy And we may love differently We love what they said is forbidden Rotten Wrong Lovely Colorful Different

But we All Bleed Red

Love is beautiful Love is patient and kind Love will show you things New things You never thought possible In yourself In the world In everything

But it is not a shield that will protect us

This beautiful love Cupped in my hands Is more fragile than any glass Even though it shines so brightly Refracting the world into a rainbow

It’s cracked And it’s been shattered Countless times Carefully pieced together again and again Not with glue Not with gold But my own blood and tears My own life not even enough to hold it together

I’ve almost given up— No I have given up Many times Hopeless and lifeless Not having the energy To care To destroy my own Fragile Foolish Heart

But I can’t do that And I don’t want to I never want to forget Even if it would hurt less Because love is weak But it is beautiful It is precious beyond compare It is worth saving

So, no Love does not fight for me Nor does it fight for you Love does not naturally overcome all Not when you’re different When you love wrong When you live wrong When you look wrong

But until my heart slows to a stop While there is still strength In these ancient, tired bones Until my last breath Escapes my lungs And my body collapses My life exhausted While my blood still flows I will fight For a love so beautiful So precious And priceless

It’s worth everything

My brain has been haunted by Vampire in the Garden since I saw it. The overarching themes spoke so deeply to the broken parts of me, so like... all of me lmao. A lot of people have gripes with it, and it's not perfect, but the messages and the earnestness of it spoke deeply to me. And I figured, before Pride's over, might as well try putting some of it to words? 
 I tried to make this split between both Momo and Fine, but man I relate to and love Fine on such a deep level and it definitely slipped through. Anyhow, if someone actually reads this far, I hope you enjoyed, and that all's well on your side of the screen!

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