#vamp hacks

[astralnymphh]

hear me out. vamp!ellie who bends her knee to a kneel at your feet, as you abide a cushiony seat denting in your weight, her icy fingertips running up the curve of your calf until her palm meets the thickest point of it and halts, supporting your leg. laying your foot on her thigh, she tucks fingers of the opposing hands a fingerbreadth beneath the hem of your sock, dragging the cotton a demure trace downwards just enough to expose the knob of your ankle, creaking a content smirk to one corner of her lips, becking her head low and swathing her open gob over the bump. then, a sharp sting in pinpoint areas strikes up your leg, right as her incisors sink and bottom fully in the flesh. you wince, merely a tad, because you are used to this. a tender taking of blood, be it your neck, thigh, waist, or collarbone, you dwell in its painful pleasure, always.

"ah–" the mere wince pitches, lush of breath.

you feel her neck bob against the top of your toes and a tickle fiddles with your staccato heart at that paltry feeling– of her drinking threads of your blood. she made you throb, in vulnerable passions.

the sting dies, and all that's left in the wake of delirious pain is the press of mildly chapped, silken skin buds. a vampiric kiss of wintery haze. sated of your bittersweet taste, she draws her fangs back in, the smoothness of those pearls rubbing inside the fresh wound before prying off– web of saliva tethered to the ruddy tinting.

she reels back only slightly, folding her coral tongue over the plush of her lip to rend any strings of spit broken and swept inside her mouth. a gulp bobs her throat once more, tilting her head to gauge your resulting expression, tugging a dimpled grin at how keen your eyes poured. poured of a dizzying gaze through drooping lids, sedated of her suckling. as usual. tousled fawn auburn bangs, well frizzy and perking up in awkward spires– a bedheaded mullet.

a sweetening rasp of, "fallin' asleep on me already? huh– m'not even done babe~" thrumms ardent to your ankle, breath enveloping the throbbing skin, dripping crimson at the tiny pinholes she left.

"your fault– mhh," words snag in your gullet, hacking nothing but a hum up, "not mine." the burden of your head seated upon your shoulders felt heftier than seconds prior, swaying side to side like a nearly whitecapping boat.

a chuckle she gives, fuck, an irksome chuckle at your expense.

that's ellie for you.

her beady pupils bluster at the sight of red wisping in her peripherals. shame on her, reckless is her lost soul, for allowing such an emblem of her esteemed delicacy to run like a river on your foot. she flattens the biome of her tongue on the wound, craning her head to an angle as she laps up the blood, staining the skin with a more orangey residue. salt to buds, it settles in her mouth, thinning out her pupils in its hellish–ly titillating flavor, the true flavor of you.

a savored swallow is heard.

and then a hark of her husk.

"just once more, baby– need you inside of me~"

blahh i wanna write vamp ellie saur bad!!!

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #vampire!ellie #vamp!ellie #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #lesbian #sapphic #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams concept #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams drabble

[ailelie]

I want a Leverage/Stargate crossover in which Parker, Hardison, Eliot, and Sophie all know about Stargate and all think they are the only ones who know.

Eliot is easy. He worked for them. He's been off world and has seen aliens up close. He doesn't want that danger anywhere near his team and, if they knew aliens were real, they would seek them out.

Parker, pre-Leverage, was once going to steal from a goa'uld. She's hidden away and safe, but sees the goa'uld change hosts or similar. It is one of the few times she walked away without her score. She still stole something, just not what she had gone for. She also neatly accepted that mind controlling snake monsters are real and that made her much more accepting of the impossible and, weirdly, less afraid in general. Nothing beats a mind controlling snake monster.

Hardison hacked his way into the mountain base while setting up in Portland. He didn't go in deep; he was just looking for something cute and Santa related for Parker. Instead, he found a mission report some idiot had sent in via email. The report had video. Brutal video. He watched. Three times. And then bought himself a new computer solely to hack deeper and figure out if what he saw was real or fake. It was real. He was thrilled--space ships and aliens were real! He was terrified--space ships and aliens were real and not very friendly. He wanted no part of that.

Sophie conned her way into a dinner with military officials. It wasn't even for a job. She was just bored and wanted to test out her skills. (Part of her also wanted to get caught. Part of her post-Nate was a bit self-destructive). She found a man fuming and lent a listening ear. With a bit of alcohol and a lot of pretending to know more than he did, she learned about the Stargate program. She locked that knowledge up deep, ready to wield it if ever needed.

And then, one day in New Orleans, SGC comes knocking for Eliot. It is one of the times that Hardison is home with them. Eliot is cooking and Hardison and Parker are teasing him in the kitchen. Harry is out. Breanna is working to undo a virus Hardison created for her as a challenge.

Then, say, Cameron Mitchell walks in. Eliot glances over from where he's cooking at the stove and says, "No. Turn around. Walk away."

Hardison has gone still. He remembers Cameron's face from the reports he read and watched. "How do you know Eliot?" he asks.

"We used to work together."

Hardison turns to Eliot, eyes wide. "Eliot?"

"Better question," Eliot says, turning off the heat. "How do you know Mitchell here?"

"Someone has to keep an eye on what the government is doing," Hardison vamps, part of him still hoping to end this conversation without Parker learning about the spaceships and aliens.

"Dammit Hardison."

By this time, Parker has hopped off the counter and walked up to Cameron to get a better read on him. She also nicks his wallet and firearm. "Catch," she calls to Eliot as she tosses the firearm to him.

"Parker!" Eliot chastises as he snatches the gun. "Don't throw firearms."

She shrugs. "I knew you'd catch it."

This is the first time Cameron has looked wrongfooted this entire time. "What?"

"Cameron Mitchell," Parker reads from his ID. "Airforce."

Cameron swipes it back from her. Parker lets him. As she turns, she catches Breanna's eye and gestures to her ear.

Breanna pulls out of the code she was working on and starts looking for any foreign frequencies to find out who is talking to Mitchell.

Sophie, who has been watching quietly this entire time and noting Cameron's military standing, takes into account his actual division and the ways Eliot and Hardison are acting and clearly talking around something. She decides to make a gamble.

"Does this have anything to do with the Stargate program?"

Eliot, Hardison, and Cameron all freeze and look at her.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Cameron says, "But how do you know about the Stargate program."

Sophie offers him a beatific smile. "People do talk--" she pauses and gives him a searching look "--commander is it? Interesting that the commander himself came to talk." She turns to Eliot. "This might be important."

Cameron spins to Eliot. "Did you tell her?"

Eliot crosses his arms. "I've not said anything."

Parker raises her hand. "What's the Stargate Program?

Hardison is the first to speak up. "It is a secret program that deals with threats from space."

"Like aliens?" Breanna asks, continuing to hack into Cameron's comms. She's surprised by the layers of protection.

"Yes."

"Okay," Breanna mutters. "Cool. So aliens are real."

Parker raises her hand again.

"You don't need to raise your hand, Parker," Eliot mutters into his hand.

"Are any of these aliens mind controlling snake monsters who like Egyptian antiquities?"

Now every eye is on her.

"Yes," Cameron says, stretching the word out. "How?"

Parker just hops back up onto the counter. "I stole from one."

"Did she just say she stole from one?" A woman's voice plays from Breanna's corner.

"So I've hacked their comms," Breanna says.

Cameron nearly growls in frustration. This was not how this was supposed to go.

"Why don't you invite the rest of your team in?" Sophie says. "Eliot, will we have enough food?"

Eliot rolls his eyes and turns back to the stove. He turns the heat back on and gives his dish a stir. "I was making enough for leftovers. We'll be fine."

"Who are you people?" Cameron asks. "I mean, I've read your files, but--"

"Oh, how did you like those?" Hardison asks. "Beauties, aren't they?"

"You forged your records?" Cameron asks, his tone flat.

Sophie touches his elbow and guides him to a seat. "When you've taken over a small country, darling, paperwork is child's play."

Cameron looks at her, sees she isn't lying, and laughs. "Okay. Fine." He calls his team in. They'll have dinner. And then they'll discuss saving the world.

#sg-1 #leverage #fic i want to read #not!fic #this got away from me

[fangfic]

Okay but imagine a seasoned vampire hunter, you travel all across the country, taking down vampire nests one by one.

Sure, you've been in the business of killing vampires for a long while so you know how damn sexy they are. But vamps are menaces so they need to be taken out.

One day you walk into a nest not too far from the places you once called home. Your blade in one hand, your silver bullet gun in the other. You hack and slash your way in until suddenly you see them...

Your high school bully? The one who put you in lockers all the time? Yeah they're standing in front of you with blood dripping from their chin, next to your high school crush who is currently in the process of having a poor human girl ride his dick while sampling her blood.

You're confused for a second, something you shouldn't ever be when hunting vampires because before you know it your blade and gun clatter on the floor. Pretty nails open up your shirt, exposing your chest to all, while a pair of fangs sink into your neck.

"Oh I've always wanted to do this" you hear your bully say as they unbuckle their pants and take their rock hard vampire cock to you.

"Don't worry love, I won't put you in a locker this time" he says with a grin before revealing his fangs and piercing your arm.

Slowly you start to black out, the last thing you see is your crush dropping the human girl and walking up tp you with his big fat vampire cock in his hand.

#nsft #tw monsterfucking #nsft post #nsft concept #nsft text #vampirecore #vampcore #vampire aesthetic #vampire smut #vampire kink #vampire hunter

[brittmouse-spirals]

Pinned | April 2024

Y'know it's like totally past time for me to finally make a pinned post soooo hi!

I'm Mouse, 23, and a trans woman! She/it. No I will not send or accept dick pics (unless I specifically say so). I have several wonderful partners and owners and I love all of them immensely. I used to be all sub but I guess I'm a switch now. No I will not give out trances at random.

DNI: Minors, queerphobic, racist, CyberSmith

Kinks

Hypnosis / brainwashing

Dumbification

Bimbofication

Dumbification (oops I said that already!)

Degradation

Objectification

Dronification

Corruption

Monsterfucking (especially tentacles, vamps, and werewolves)

Orgasm denial (edging, gooning, especially hot when ordered)

Bondage (pinning, shibari, tentacles again)

Dominance

Submission

Whatever @mindchangethefifth has got going on with cunt worship

Inferiority play (kinda into misogyny although it's way hotter when women do it, most men are shit at it)

Dollhood

Partner worship

Addiction (it's complicated)

Overstimulation

Oviposition

Fluids! (cum and spit)

Interests But Not Yet Kinks

CNC

Drugs

Sadism/Masochism

Kidnapping (hot in theory, hell no in practice)

Fluids... (piss, tears)

Not Interested

Breeding

Rimming

Lazy men

Actually misogynistic men

Hard Limits

Scat

Diapers

Food control (too much or too little)

B*mbi sleep (not a DNI anymore but you deserve better bimbo hypno files)

Sissification

Whatever the hell human pet guy cooks up (it has taken years off my life)

A word on BS: it ain't for me for a few reasons. 1) Bad quality, like i've heard really good hypno similar to BS's style before but voiced by real people and it gets me off way better. 2) Federal hack. That file basically installs an NSA backdoor into your brain that any douche with an internet connection can access. You deserve better than that. Don't open your ports to malicious code - only allow trusted SSH connections.

Enjoy my blog! Every note gets me wet~

#pinned intro #pinned post #pinned

[theresattrpgforthat]

I just found this blog and i love it!!! I have a few different questions so to make organizing easier im gonna ask one here and send the others separately so I apologize for the abundance of asks im about to send :D what are some of your favorite past jams or bundles?

THEME: Game Jams and Game Bundles.

Thank you so much! I will probably space out these answers so that other folks have a chance to get their questions answered first. But this one is a pretty fun one to start with.

I’m a sucker for charity bundles, to be sure. My first bundle was the Itch Bundle for Racial Justice and Equality, which was back in 2020. I filtered through all 50 pages and sorted all of the ttrpgs into folders - this was the start of my Itch organization. It also introduced me to quite a few games that showed me the amazing breadth of tabletop games, including Subway Runners, Visigoths vs Mall Goths, Troika, and i’m sorry did you say street magic. An additional recommendation I have from this bundle is Transmission Burst v.1 and Transmission Burst v.2, collections of evocative mini games by UFO Press.

One really impressive bundle was The Bundle for Ukraine, which had a staggering amount of tabletop games in it, including Thirsty Sword Lesbians, Apocalypse Frame, Lutong Banwa, and The Great Soul Train Robbery. I want to give a specific shout out to Bright & Terrible (Atlantean Exiles from a kingdom that fell), as well as Recipe on Kmiydish Paper, a solo gaming experience that fleshes out a world through a single recipe.

If you have bought a lot of charity bundles, I also recommend checking out Bundle Browser, which is a website that helps you sift through games by bundle and tag. I find it super helpful when I'm not sure I have a copy of a game, and clicking on the game brings you to its game page!

Now, let's talk about game jams. The Emotional Mecha Jam was a game jam in the beginning of 2019 that explore the depth of emotions that exist in the mecha genre. This jam inspired works such as A Long Night in the Mech Bay, All My Exes are in Mechsuits, and Breakup on Re-Entry. You should absolutely check this jam out.

In 2021, there was a jam called Applied Hope: The Solarpunk and Utopias Jam. I’ve talked about this jam recently, and it’s very very good. I love the theory and conversations sparked in this jam - the goal was to dream of possible worlds - not perfect ones, but ones that were brighter, worlds that could are meant to increase our capacity for joy. I’ve talked about a number of games here before, including subconscious_Routine, Waxworm, and After the World Drowned. I’m also intrigued by Scraps, which won the award for Best Solarpunk DIY game.

The BIPOC Vamp Jam was also a lot of fun! It was a jam that ran in 2021 and asked Black, Indigenous and Creators of Colour to submit their vampire games, in an effort to look at vampires through a different lens. I’ve talked about Vamp Camp and Bloodbeam Badlands before, but I’m also stoked about The Vamp is Dust, (a hack of The Witch is Dead), as well as Project: Day Breaker (Vampires in space!).

Some of my favourite jams are jams that are focused on a specific system. The What’s So Cool About Jam is one of those. It is a super simple system, and the jam is what introduced me to the WSCA ruleset, which is pretty light-weight system that can be translated to a lot of settings. I’ve personally been interested in What is So Cool About Sky Pirates, as well as What’s So Scary About Dinosaurs?.

Titanomachy also has a solid history of good game jams, as evidence by their first and second Caltrop Core jams. Caltrop Core has gotten some pretty big attention, because it’s so easy to hack! This can be seen in in HexFall, which is also by Lex, as well as SW//NG by @farmergadda (emotional superheroes), and Last Hope (dark magical girls). I’m also interested in The Dreaded & The Deep (nautical horror) and The Dying of the Light (a city struggling in the darkness).

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #game recommendations #mint speaks #asks #game jams

[ho3sferatu]

hi! first of all i really love your simblr! second, i saw in your previous answer that vampires and werewolves are annoying when they're unmodded, so i was wondering what mods do you use/ would you recommend, for someone who would like to play vampires and werewolves in the sims 2? thanks in advance and have an amazing day :)

Thank you, anon! 😭💖 I cracked open my folder full of supernatural gamefixes. Some of these are an absolute must for me, others are just for flavor. I don't include things like prettier skin/eyes overlays and such because everyone has different tastes and styles.

⚰️FOR VAMPIRES🦇

Vamp Daytime Indoors Decay Hack - A mod that stops decaying needs of vampires as long as they're indoors, giving them a chance to normally function during the day. However, I eventually switched to...

...Sunlight immunity for vamps - No more sunlight weakness! Why was this so important for me? Vampires can't hold basically any job because they cannot go out during the day. Large families of vampires are extremely hard to control, as sims are naturally suicidal and often get ideas such as, idk, cuddling together looking at clouds during daylight, completely unbothered by their burning flesh. So I use this mod to keep them safe (and myself sane). Despite their immunity, vampires still won't appear as walkbys and they cannot be called on the phone during the day. They still throw hissy fits at the sun. But they don't die. 😌

I know I said no cosmetic mods but... A vampire skin overlay that doesn't suck is an absolute must. It's absurd that non-transparent Maxis overlay turns black-skinned vampires pale white!😵 I personally use Semi-Transparent Vampire Default by Episims (which matches the set of skin defaults I use) but many other semi-transparent overlays exist out there.

Biting neck satisfies hunger need - I use version V.2, which separates "Bite Neck" interaction into "Embrace" (create new vampire) and "Bite Neck" (drink blood)

Vampires can turn sims into Ghouls - ever wanted to have your own Renfield? This mod is for you!

Vampire Walkbys

No vampire hair

Grand Vampires Outside Downtown

Vampires Can “Voodoo”

Vampires Can Influence For Free

🌕FOR WEREWOLVES🐺

No more turning into a werewolf every night - I use version "LBFControllycantropy(3dayaweek-nopersonnalitychange))". This one was quite important for me. Vanilla lycanthropy is quite disruptive to the life of the sim with all its hunger need swings and personality changes. This mod allows them to have some better, less hairy nights 😉

No personality change for werewolves - Alternative mod if you still want the transformation to occur at normal intervals.

Werewolves Can Always Grr

No More Stupid Werewolf Hair!

[deliciouskeys]

@cozycornerkinktober's prompt #7: DIY P*rn

Documentary (Butchlander)

@xieyaohuan expressed interest in my take on DIY P*rn. The verdict: I think it's hilarious and don't know what I'm doing. They're in an established relationship here, I'm not going to even bother explaining how or why for a ficlet. Warnings: rated E, HL being HL. Maybe I don't have to censor p*rn, but I'm not taking any chances, Tumblr. AO3 link.

Butcher didn’t really know what he was getting into when he agreed to have sex in Homelander’s apartment. He should have known. The decor was creepy enough but the mirrors, the fucking panoramic mirrors, should have clued him in that his sex partner was insane. Not just in the drunk-with-power-and-fine-with-harming-people-insane sense. The let’s-sit-and-watch-a-play-by-play-of-our-previous-sex-session brand of insane.

The sick cunt can’t seem to wrap his mind around people not wanting to be filmed without consent. Or not wanting the sextape played on several large screens, with the volume cranked up, bass boosted, which is the scene Butcher walks into when he strolls out of the shower. 

“Why the hell are you watching this?!” Butcher immediately tries to snatch the remote off the big ugly leather sofa but Homelander’s hand puts it out of reach faster. The cunt gives him a brief glare.

“I want to relive it.”

Butcher slumps down on the sofa, the bath towel still wrapped around his waist, and watches in spite of himself. It’s an aerial view of them getting ready, undressing, Homelander lying back and hooking his hands around his inner knees. He clearly glances up at the camera.

“Okay, so there’s a camera behind your ceiling mirror,” Butcher says, grimacing as he distinctly hears lube being squirted into his palm although you can’t see much more than the top of his head. “But where the fuck is the sound getting recorded from?”

“What do you mean?” Homelander asks, but he doesn’t tear his eyes off the screen where Butcher has now undressed and slowly positioned himself between Homelander’s legs. “There’s a couple of microphones in my bedroom. On the nightstand and on the wall.”

“So you use surveillance equipment to record sex sessions? You didn’t think to ask me before we started?”

Homelander shrugs. “I don’t understand what your problem is. The only people who have access to this are me and you.”

“Until your cloud account is hacked.” Butcher scoffs. “And I’m sure everyone and their mother in Vought Analytics can watch this too. Probably watching it right now.”

Suddenly the camera angle shifts and it’s a side view of the proceedings.

“How many cameras are there? One behind each mirror or something? And when the fuck did you have time to edit this footage together? Were you up all night working on this?” 

Homelander scoffs and shrugs his shoulders dismissively. “This isn’t Dawn of the Seven editing here. I just took the best angles. Not like it took me hours to do it.”

It’s not clear what Homelander is getting out of watching this, because he’s fully dressed in uniform and definitely not touching himself. He might as well be watching a documentary.

Despite his disgust at the entire thing, Butcher’s eyes keep being drawn to the screen. It is interesting to see himself fuck from the side view. The Homelander onscreen makes breathy little lewd noises at every thrust, tossing his head side to side. It looked random yesterday, but now Butcher realizes he’s vamping for the cameras that only he knows are there. Butcher winces when he sees his screen self grab hold of Homelander’s neck. It’s not an action that can harm the supe but it’s plain to see that Butcher enjoys doing violent-looking things to the man underneath him.

“We look good,” Homelander says, beaming, wholly unperturbed by the fact that his partner fantasizes about throttling him, apparently just taken with the aesthetics.

Butcher’s mind is still put off by the existence of this footage, but his body is starting to respond to the sights and sounds on the screen. He considers crossing his legs, but then decides against stifling anything. If this cunt is going to provoke him with their own pornography he better be prepared to deal with the consequences. 

The Homelander onscreen arches violently, mewling.

“There, right there.” Homelander pauses the video.

“What about it?” Butcher asks. The still does look like a work of art, every muscle in Homelander’s body looking tensed, something that could be ecstasy or agony.

Homelander rewinds a few seconds back. “I came without, you know, coming. With my cock. It’s never happened to me before.”

Butcher shrugs. “I think I remember. You were shaking and seizing and then went all limp.”

“It’s never happened before. I’m trying to figure out what you did differently.”

Butcher shakes his head. “I’m sure it’s nothing I did. You’re just mentally turned on at home, staring at yourself, showing off for your Big Brother setup.”

Homelander seems annoyed. “I was trying to compliment you.”

“I mean, I’ll take it,” Butcher says. “But you were acting pretty differently on your own bed. I thought you were faking it a little. Now I know why, at least. Hamming it up.”

Butcher’s finding it hard to stand it any longer. The video is still playing, the Homelander onscreen lying limp and sweaty in the aftermath of his dry orgasm while the Butcher onscreen just keeps on keeping on. Homelander’s body is so relaxed and loose that now his head lolls with every thrust into his body. “Fuck me harder,” he says breathily, but it’s loud on the speakers. Butcher’s erection is tenting the bath towel he’s wearing. Homelander glances over and presses his hand against it, eliciting a hiss from Butcher. 

“If you’re going to touch it, take off your damn gloves and open the towel at least,” Butcher mutters.

Homelander blinks and sits still for a moment, before doing just that, bare hands reaching down and stroking his length. Butcher groans when Homelander leans over and his mouth descends over his cock, that supernaturally strong suction making Butcher see actual stars in front of his eyes. He leans his head back on the couch, breathing hard, trying not to thrust, not because he doesn’t want to hurt the cunt’s throat but because…. Well… Butcher is having trouble keeping his train of thought. He keeps watching the porn onscreen, although his vision is hazy. The camera angle has switched to the other side view. The Homelander onscreen seems to have recovered from his little death, wrapped his legs tightly around Butcher’s hips and is pushing back to meet the thrusts. The Homelander offscreen has started humming in time with the lewd moans he’s making on the tape, and Butcher can’t help it, can’t keep himself from grabbing the cunt’s head by the golden hair and pushing his head down to take his cock to the hilt, even as his hips jerk upward. Homelander makes a choking sound but doesn’t stop sucking, swallowing down every drop even as Butcher’s body comes down and he sits on the couch bonelessly.

Butcher slowly gets his wits back, and his onscreen counterpart has also finished and slumped down on Homelander’s body (aerial view camera only showing Homelander’s face mostly hidden behind Butcher’s shoulder, only blue eyes peeking out).

“So you just record everyone you sleep with in that room?” he finally asks, his voice still strange and husky. How many of these sextapes does this cunt have?

“I guess,” Homelander says, then mumbles something quietly while turning away.

“Come again?”

“I said, you’re the first person who agreed to sleep in that bed.” Homelander’s still looking away, down at the floor. “Cause apparently it’s a ‘weird setup’,” he airquotes and Butcher has to wonder who said those exact words. Maybe Maeve? But this supe cunt actually sounds hurt about it.

Butcher suddenly gets up and grabs Homelander by the hand, still bare, which always causes a startle in him.

“Come on. Let’s go to your ‘weird setup’ and peel you back out of that uniform.” 

“You just came…” Homelander protests, as if Butcher needed the reminder.

“You don’t think I can improvise?” Butcher chuckles. 

When he’s got Homelander toppled over on the bed, and undoing the buttons holding the hard shell of his suit together he adds, quietly in the cunt’s ear. “But if you make those little slutty sounds like you did last night, I’m sure I’ll be ready to go again soon.”

Homelander makes a small whimper at those words, as if on cue.

#cozy corner kinktober #butchlander #homelander #billy butcher #Youtube #the boys #the boys tv #mystuff #fic

[vivalabunbun]

OKAY SO. Hi. It's that anon who previously tried to infect you with that vampire!Alhaitham and his human wife brainrot (only to realize you had already been infected)

I've come with another brainrot, and please bear with me as I need to throw this out somewhere:

Android!Alhaitham and his human lover.

I've gone straight back into the arms of those OG speculations before his backstory was released. But it just feels so good.

Idk what kind of android he would be. He could purposely be made to handle large databases? Makes it interesting because it's a work environment then. Or maybe, he was for database management, but ultimately was repurposed for someone in the general public to buy? (House husband Alhaitham era??? 👀)

I feel like there's a lot to talk about when it comes to human vs android stuff. Like the subject of humanity, or the meaning of life. They both coexist but it's just so different.

Anyways thanks so much for listening to this rant.

A virtual cookie for your thoughts?

🌕

Anon be honest with me… did you somehow hack into my drafts???

Bc I had that android alhaitham fic in the drafts for so long and then when I read your message I got spooked 😭😭

I think vamp alhaitham and android alhaitham once sat side by side in my drafts

I dusted it off and originally wanted to post it on Halloween bc Frankenstein, but then… academic responsibilities and me hurting my hand…

Same brain cell? Or is this what brain rot does??

#vivaramblings #anon you are scaring me #do you read minds?

[bsideminibang]

Title: Meet Me In the Woods

Author: @MBQ

Artist: @sidewinder

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Dean Winchester/Benny LaFitte

Warnings: Angst, typical violence

Tags: oral sex

Posting Date: August 31

Summary: Dean joins up with Benny in Purgatory, but Cas is still out of reach and never seems to come any closer as Dean and Benny slash their way through the grimy underbelly of Monsterland. When Dean and Benny finally catch up to runaway angel...things get "complicated."

Keep reading for an short excerpt:

He started out running and afraid. Then mad. And now he was scared. Running scared again, but not for himself. For Cas. He needed to see him again. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. We’re in this together. And when he nearly took Benny’s head off? At least it was somebody. Maybe somebody who could help, because he was running thin. Then that damn vamp smiled with his bloodied teeth.

"Howdy, Soldier," the vamp smirked, “Ya gonna hafta really hack with that maw, huh?" He smiled and Dean faltered. The other monsters were similarly cavalier, but Benny didn't seem to take it personally and it gave Dean pause. The vamp’s baby blues shown like jewels even in the pitiless dark of Purgatory. Dean jerked the vamp’s head aside in annoyance and stepped back. He tried to tell himself he shouldn’t trust anyone–especially this guy, but he had a hard time convincing himself.

"You know your way around this shithole?" Dean asked crudely. Benny had looked the man up and down. He rubbed his neck and chuckled.

"What the hell is a human doing in God’s armpit?" he asked.

"Don't smash Dick," Dean spat angrily, “Save yerself a trip,” he waved his weapon around, “To God’s armpit.” He stalked past the vamp who was almost a victim two seconds earlier. The vamp didn't know whether to laugh or be offended. So, he fell in step behind the only human in Purgatory. He didn’t know if the human had shown him a mercy or if he had just subjugated himself to a mad man. He didn’t really care. Dean sniffed and wiped his grubby sleeve across his face.

“Thanks for saving me first. Sorry for almost killing you second,” Dean muttered. Benny did laugh at that.

“The odds just seemed shitty, two against one. Don’t accuse me of any kindness, though. Kindness will get you killed ‘round these parts,” Benny drawled. Dean scoffed, “Not much different from my life topside.” He shrugged.

#supernatural #fanfic #fanart #promo post #castiel/dean winchester #benny lafitte/dean winchester #b side minibang

[neonbyte-if]

hi! I'm the guy who's only been here like three days lol

I saw the other questions about regrowth and had a very dumb/goofy question, if you dont have an answer thats fine cause I know that this concept isn't fully done

would this fix things like injured lungs, cancerous growths, etc (from before or after being turned into a vampire)

and in universe, would this lead to an organ trafficking/organ black market issue larger than irl? or would that be pointless and an organ being transplanted would turn a human into a vampire?

so so sorry to bother lol! I'm just a really curious person

Hmmmmmmmmm. First instinct: yeah, the body's not gonna grow back a tumor if you hack it off. It knows the difference between something that was harmful to the previously human body and, for example, bottom surgery. So if, god forbid, a trans guy gets his dick chopped off it's gonna grow back as a dick, he's not gonna revert.

Same if you cut off a finger that has scars on it; it'll grow back as your normal finger, no scars. Which poses the interesting question: If a person had moles on their arm pre-amputation, does it grow back without? Does it grow back with ones in different places? 🤔 It'll certainly grow back without scars and tattoos (watch out, Dom) but where's the limit?? (me asking me) ((don't dig too deep on this, KC, you have to sleep at night))

A transplanted organ wouldn't turn a human into a vampire. There'll definitely be a few vampires out there growing organs to sell off but there aren't that many vamps around for them to be causing a notable difference. Not nearly as much as the humans out there taking people's frickin' kidneys (rare occasion where vamps are more ethical than humans??)

Don't apologise for asking these questions, I love thinking about these things that I'd probably overlook otherwise!<3

#answered #anonymous #neon byte

[icecream-and-gadreel]

Still Got it

Summary: Dean wants to prove that he's still got it, even after a particularly damaging hunt. 

Pairing: middle-aged!DeanxMiddle-aged!reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, blood mention, lightly attempted sexy times, mention of violence

Word count: 900+

A/N: I was laying here thinking "Man, when's the last time I wrote some Deanxreader?" As an original Dean girl turned Gaddy girl, I had to write my wrongs. Here's the song I used in the fic. Enjoy!

Eternity squad: @mrswhozeewhatsis @sheinthatfandom

There's something so special about the sweet, sweet embrace of a bed after a long day. Warm blankets, soft pillowy surface, and –

“Fuck!” you wheeze as your stomach collides with the bed. You turn on your back, biting back a scream before turning onto your side. No relief. No goddamn relief no matter which way you turn. The one good and true constant, that being the comfort of your bed, is ruined because you just HAD to get thrown against a brick wall tonight. You remain stone in your place as the door to your motel opens, listening to the new thump-drag rhythm of Dean's walk. Honestly, it's a wonder his ankle didn't break during his reckless pursuit of the fiend that took a chunk out of your stomach. "So," you begin, grazing your fingers over the floss keeping your stomach wound shut, “That sucked,” you grumble against the pillow. Dean grunts in return, and you look up, watching as he fiddles with the TV.

“I hurt in places that I forgot existed,” he says as he flips through the channels.

“Lay down with me,” you coo, wincing as he turns to you. It's hard to say who got the worst of it. Yes, you're fucked up in your own right, but seeing just how messed up your boyfriend's face is makes your blood boil.

“What?” he asks, gesturing to himself. “Can't stand my ugly face?"

"Not ugly just...bloody," you say, clenching your teeth. 

“So I'm still hot?” he asks. You cock an eyebrow, slowly turning onto your back.

“They'd have to hack your face off with a cleaver to ruin that handsome mug,” you say, closing your eyes.

“Your horrifying compliments always get me goin',” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. He flips through a few more channels before finally landing on a channel playing old music. “You know what? Prove it.”

“Huh?” You cock an eyebrow, watching as he slowly begins rocking back and forth. He unbuttons his pants, swaying his hips as he pulls them down his thighs. When he bends a bit too far, he lets out a pained wheeze, quickly kicking out of his pants.

“Show me just how hot I am,” he says through clenched teeth. You stifle your laughter as he slowly raises back to his full height with your eyes trained on his muscle-clad legs. Even after getting flung around like a rag doll, the man is gorgeous.

C'mon and hold me

Just like you told me 

You watch as Dean shimmies his shoulders, rolling your eyes as he passes you. He limps every step of the way, a hint of a wince crossing his face every time he puts weight on his foot. 

Then show me

What I want to know

Sucking in a deep breath, you lean up on wobbling arms, trying to hide your pained groan with a giggle. Your back throbs rhythmically, a gentle reminder of your bout with that damn vamp only hours ago. As Dean pulls his top off, you come back to the moment. You whistle, clapping your hands as he twirls the shirt over his head. “Wooo shake it!” you howl, gaining a wide grin from your boyfriend. He begins crawling up the bed, wincing as he rests an arm by the side of your head. Long scrapes coat his arms, different shades of purple and blue lining them “Come here baby,” you say, voice a near whisper.

Why don't we steal away

Why don't we steal away

Into the night

He begins slowly lowering down, the fatigue in his arms taking away any chance of him holding his own weight. In a split second, he's collapsing on you. The screams and groans coming from you both are sure to get neighbors complaining. Quickly, you push him off of you, and he rolls to the side, curling into himself with a stifled groan.

“I'm startin' to think I lost my mojo,” he says, chuckling breathlessly.

“Or we're getting too old to keep having our asses kicked,” you retort, gaining a look of faux shock in return.

“I'm aging just as good as Baby,” he grumbles, turning to you and pressing a kiss against your lips. He jerks his head away from you with a hiss, holding a hand over his split lip. “Almost as good," he adds in a whisper. 

“We just gotta buff out the dents,” you say, hand grazing over his cheek.

“You can't get enough of insulting the love of your life, can you?” he grumbles. Though you try, you can't stop the laughter from coming. He smiles in return, scooting closer to you with a huff. "Maybe I'll let Sammy go solo next time --" He buries his head in the crook of your shoulder -- "He's still young and spry," he adds groggily. 

"Hate to break it to you, but those luscious locks are starting to grey out," you say, rubbing a hand over Dean's shoulder. "So, maybe we all slow down a bit. Let the youngins do the leg work," you say. After a few moments of silence, you look down, a content smile spreading across your face. Dean's breathing slows, his body slumping against yours as sleep overtakes him. Though the weight of him on your shoulder makes your muscles scream for relief, you decide not to move him. 

#supernatural #spn #my writing #fanfiction #dean winchester #deanxreader #reader insert #fluff #oneshot #dean winchester fanfiction #fanfic #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic

[linashirou]

hi Lina! Just out of curiosity but what is your opinion on Naomi Hunter, especcially in mgs4?

Okay. First of all, I'll always have time to say that I hate Naomi. But I'll explain why.

If we go back only to her era and role as a character in "Metal Gear Solid," She is consistent and quite self-conclusive; a dark character, driven by revenge. I already hate her enough for what she did with Foxdie and for injecting it into Snake… but well, things happen.

Regarding what is narrated in Nastasha Romanenko's book and in "Metal Gear Solid 2," She turned into… crap (in my POV). Naomi manipulated Richard Ames and got involved in the project he had to create Foxdie (Something briefly mentioned in MGS) and the creation of Vamp's immunity is directly her fault.

Knowing all that, let's go to MGS4; knowing the modus operandi she had with Richard Ames (who discovered the truth through conversations via codec), it's even more obvious that she'll do exactly the same thing to Hal. She is a femme fatale, used to using men as a tools for her own purposes. This is an unnecessary pain for him.

I also hate her "Mary Sue" side here: She knows how to do everything out of nowhere and is even smarter than Hal? God, please give me a break! Why did Kojima and his scriptwriter do that? You told us that Hal is almost breathing and hacking the Pentagon with air, creating things and coming up with clever solutions, and then you put him in a corner just to give backup to Snake? in my eyes, they reduced Hal a lot as a character in MGS4, even though I love him deeply in his older days, I would like to see him more involved in the hacker stuff, along with Sunny and without Naomi. It might be more interesting to see them fight for a solution than to have them be under the shadow of her "highness" Naomi.

And I really think that bringing her back was absolutely unnecessary; I still think that part of her lore could have been carried on by new characters because if we remember, in Nastasha's book they tells us that she has the COMPLETE Foxdie research (Please remember that Foxdie was not entirely Naomi's invention. She joined the project in order to make "her" intervention and tilt the project's progress in HER favor): they could have easily introduced a new scientist or a couple of new characters.

I really hate all this poorly executed character "cleansing" in her, she feels like crap to me; SHE IS NOT GOOD, NEVER WAS, AND NEVER WILL BE: let her be crap until MGS in peace. I could talk about it for hours. I feel like there's so much to explain and dissect, but this is the most condensed version I've managed to do, and for it to be understood in my shitty English.

#Fuck Naomi #mgs4 guns of the patriots #MGS #mgs2 sons of liberty #In the darkness of Shadow Moses Island #naomi hunter #Leave Sunny alone. Don't teach her empty machismo bullshit

[salemruinseverything]

fun new years eve hack start playing danger days at exactly 11:09:18 for the "1, 2, 3, 4!" in vamp money to play at midnight

#reminder 2 myself for tmrw #salem's random thoughts #my chemical romance #danger days #vampire money

[chen-chen-chen-again-chen]

Hi, hello, hola, beautiful friends! Thank you so much for the Sunday tags, @hushed-chorus, @artsyunderstudy, @fatalfangirl, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @larkral, and everyone else who has been tagging me on Wednesdays & Sundays of yore. ❤️❤️❤️ I very much appreciate it, and want to get back in the habit of sharing SOMETHING (no matter how itsy bitty teensy teensy) on these blessed days.

I am (rawr) still quite ill, hacking and coughing and worrying my poor spouse, but I am also trying to edit my beast of an EGF, tentatively titled Good night, good morning, good night. My working title was I'm (not) sorry for what I said when I was hangry, but I still think of it as The Kidnapping fic AKA the Fuck or Die That Turned into a Fuck or Talk.

Here's a SFW snippet from the first chap, where Baz is Not Having a Good Day:

“Hey,” the man-thing says, “you a vampire, then?” 

... Horrors and hells. 

“The folks who nabbed me, they said they were gonna throw me to a hungry vamp,” the man-thing says. “Are you actually hungry, or is thirsty more accurate?”

 Baz stops. 

Then he goes over to where he thinks the door is, and pounds on it with both of his manacled hands. “I KNOW YOU DIDN’T BELIEVE ME THE FIRST THIRTY TIMES I SAID THIS, BUT I REALLY WILL, ALEISTER CROWLEY AS MY FUCKING WITNESS, INCINERATE THIS ENTIRE PLACE!” 

Not going to tag cause it's already evening where I am but hello, hello, hello. I hope you have a lovely rest of your Sunday, and a lovely week. ❤️

(OH gratuitous P.S. for @bookish-bogwitch - TWSBI Diamond 580 with a 1.1 nib & Diamine Red Dragon for the header, although the photography makes the ink look more like Noodler's Black Swan for Australian Roses. 😆

- Your Inkwife 💋💋)

#six sentence sunday #EGF 2023 #good night good morning good night #fuck or talk #look ma I DID A THING #my fic tag

[acornered]

WIP Game

I was definitely not tagged by @rizaposting and most assuredly not pressured by @patron-saints to do this

Rules: in a new post, post the names of the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it! If you don't write, list your art wips!

HOO BOY SO-

glorbie fic

rizalasv

p&n ch 4

fairytopia fic

dfd (gw)

totm d1

hacks- tarot

rhaenicent fic

re8 maiden fic

vamp story part 1

I Curse with this Plague: @patron-saints @consistantly-changing @elle--nic @crankygryphon @tooquirkytolose @wongkarwives @artbytesslyn @romans-art @racethewind10 @tenebrousgallant

#ooough some of these are embarassing #but we do what we must #hey if I tagged you come here for a sec #closer #ok closer #I am grabbing yer face #I am demanding u do this #but if you don't wanna that is ok ig #my wip names make sense TO ME ok #acornposting

[dixons-sunshine]

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Seen as how we’ve had a nice convo before then hopefully this is something else that can be continued..

I have my firm belief that the character, Joshua/ Josh ‘Scud’ was around timeline of the first Blade..

Too coincidental that Deacon Frost is an overlooked character in being smart, smart enough to understand hacking dynamics; definitely see Scud already doing stuff with engineering but clearly picked up hacking as another way to stave off boredom, make money & keep his life around vampires as the creatures need all the ends and outs to continue to live..

Scud wasn’t the Familiar to the second timeline villain vampire, at least not in the way he was to Deacon; taking the mark was a ploy, it was to make sure all the ends an outs were noticed in taking out Blade, Scud deep down hated the guy & his mentor for taking out his actual boss, friend & love..

Look at how both men dress, it has some similarities; casual/dressy with hint of sloppiness-(shouldn’t look good but it does😳😂).

The similarities aren’t that far off in the world of what you’d do with your significant other or friend; Deacon doesn’t come off as a guy to care about how others dress but when it comes to Scud he clearly did as he was in fact, his man, his human.Both smoke too, how it went was Deacon smoked cigarettes as being a vamp didn’t do anything in taking green while Scud was the one who did the green ‘cause he could feel the affects; firmly believe that Scud used to have an addiction problem to something else, the eating snacks isn’t just a means because he’s hungry, no, it’s to help fend off wanting other cravings.Deacon helped out in getting Scud clean so the guy could be better to work with before other things happened between them..

I also find it interesting that Deacon considers those beneath him, like humans for example, cattle and later Scud says the same thing when later he confronts himself in being a spy; Deacon once thought Scud the same way but changed his mind, he saw something in him that wasn’t beneath himself, he saw him as a true partner & Scud never forgot it, even to his death..

You can also see that Scud doesn’t wanna be called, Josh, he automatically says to call him, Scud an while he gave a reason for that it wasn’t the actual reason; Deacon called, Josh-Josh & it’s very reliable to say that the name could’ve been used when the guy did something slightly stupid or something completely wrong, the name, Joshua is definitely what was used as an everyday thing as it sounded sophisticated/ strong..

There’s more to say but this rant is pretty long enough😂

I actually have wondered if Scud was Frost's familiar first and it definitely would make a lot of sense. I don't have a lot to add to this as I've only ever seen the Blade movies once, but this is definitely an interesting thought. And I also didn't pick up on the cattle reference, so that's a cool observation! Scud being Deacon's familiar is something that I've talked about with one of my friends, because it would've made a lot of sense, but there's no confirmation, so it's just a thought. And Scud always eating donuts or something else to stave of cravings for, ahem, things other than joints makes a lot of sense too. I have a family member who used to smoke who regularly eats sweet things whenever they're around someone else who's busy smoking, and I've asked them about that. They told me that it's to get rid of the urge they have to ask for a cigarette, so once again, that would make a lot of sense for Scud doing that.

Deacon Frost is wayyyy too overlooked as a smart guy. If I remember correctly, someone from the vampire council thingy told him that translating the ancient vamp text (?) was impossible, but yet he succeeded and got his way, even if Blade won in the end (barely). And for the reason why Scud doesn't want to be called Josh, that kinda makes sense. I read something kinda similar to your reasoning online and it could be a reason as to why.

I don't really know how to elaborate more on this, (it's almost midnight and I'm tired af), but it was cool to read about this. I have my own theories as well, and Scud being Deacon's familiar is one of them. Sorry if this response was kinda lackluster, but if you ever have any other theories or headcannons you wanna share with me, feel free to! It was nice to receive this in my inbox.

#krys discusses theories ★ #krys' asks ★ #ilysm