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Noivern
Shadow Pokémon
Ghost/Dragon TypeThey glide silently on moonless nights, surveying their vast territory. The last thing their prey see are Noivern's ears glowing like menacing eyes.
#noivern#Halloween#bat#vampire bat#dragon#dragon type#wyvern#ghost type#pokemon#fake pokemon#fakemon#pokedex#regional variant#pokemon variant#spooky#pokemon fanart#shiny#shiny pokemon#shiny hunter
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Summing up jaune's crossover ships 3 ''Return of the milfs''
(WARNING THIS POST IS FOR COMEDY ONLY! I'M NOT CRITICIZING YOUR SHIP OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT!)
1- Farm Arc (Idea by @true-king-of-monsters)
Looks at nora with suspicion NORA WHAT KIND OF DARK MAGIC YOU ARE USING IN JAUNE HAIR?!
2- Golden Demon or Evil Arkos
If you read the chainsaw man manga. You know how bad this woman is and I know that she would be worse than cinder for jaune.
3- Snake Lover
(I put her two variants because I thought it was better for the list) Congratulations jaune now if you are hugged by your girlfriend you might get crushed.
4- Great Inheritances
I say one thing about this ship ''i'll be your mommy~''
5- Gamer Duo
''ah yes me my girlfriend and her 1000 dollar giant mecha'' Fun fact, this one is one of my favorite crossover ships.
6- Vampire Hunter
So we press f in the chat because Jaune didn't survive this one.
7-Blood Knight
This would be like Ship Jaune with a Ruby and Nora fusion but more chaotic.
8- Angel Knight
I love it but I feel pain from this ship because the way Jaune shows his love and through touch but if he touches Angel he could end up dying.
9/10- Fusion I think this is one of the funniest concepts I've ever done
I think this is one of the funniest concepts I've ever done.
#rwby#jaune arc#crossover ships#lady sif#Makima#gorgon#medusa#fate#tsunade#dva#lady dimitrescu#power#angel#kefla
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more pkmn x danny phantom stuff because i have lost control of my life
also for anyone interested in AU ramblings, please enjoy the literal essay i wrote under the cut lol
THE PREMISE:
AU where pokemon exist in the DP canon. Universes are merged, so Amity Park exists alongside Kanto/Unova/etc in their respective real world locations.
Danny’s parents research/hunt dp-verse ghosts AND ghost pokemon. Their research is focused on the ghosts of once-living creatures, and also identifying the difference between “dead” and “living” ghosts. ex. A Yamask can be born from an egg, which means it never died, but it can also be the spirit of a dead person.
While the Fentons aren’t actively trying to exterminate every ghastly or duskull, they still have some serious prejudices against ghost types, and they DEFINITELY hate dp-verse ghosts as much as in canon.
The portal accident happens normally. Danny was due to get his first pokemon around the start of freshman year, but the accident (and his now spiraling school grades) put it on hold.
Instead, Phantom is exploring the ghost zone one day and passes by a Hisuian Zorua. Danny doesn’t think much of it, but the Zorua follows him home and quickly causes trouble. It seems to have a nasty grudge against humans, playing dangerous pranks against Amity Park’s residents and forcing Danny to send it back into the zone. After several return trips, it settles down and decides that it’s more interested in this not-entirely-living-or-dead kid than getting revenge. After that decision, Zorua quickly becomes Danny’s partner.
Since Zorua are inherently timid creatures and a Hisuian variant would attract a lot of attention (not to mention Jack and Maddie’s possible reaction), Zorua is almost always disguised as something other than its true form. Seeing a Unovan Zorua on Danny’s shoulder is common, as are Rowlet and Hoothoot. No one’s really sure where Danny caught them all, but they don’t care enough to ask.
Phantom, on the other hand, can be seen at night playing with a ghostly variant of Zorua previously thought to be extinct.
PKMN TEAMS:
danny:
hisuian zorua (discussed above)
absol (stalks him for a year because Danny is a Walking Disaster and triggers all of absol’s danger senses. maybe it tried to prevent the portal accident and failed?)
jazz:
eevee (lots of potential, connections to mutations/~molecules getting all rearranged~)
parents were pushing for eevee to evolve into umbreon, but………
sam:
bulbasaur (grass type, connection to “save the frogs” episode)
shiny purrloin (technically the family pet, but is fond of sam)
tucker:
helioptile (generates electricity, connections to desert and ”hotep ra” episode)
rotom (initially a pest who possesses his tech, later forms a rotom phone relationship)
maddie:
weavile (intelligent, vicious hunter. has hands to help out in the lab)
houndoom (hunter, pack animal, loyal)
jack:
slaking (lazy and unassuming but very powerful. has hands to help out in the lab)
porygon2 maybe? (gift from vlad with the intention of hacking their systems)
^^^ weavile and slaking are maddie and jack’s starters. houndoom and porygon2 are bonded to the whole fenton family rather than one particular person.
vlad:
crobat (vampiric, requires friendship- aka vlad isn’t completely evil)
skitty (nicknamed maddie)
noivern (vampiric, violent and cruel but can be tamed. maybe it bonds to Danny and defects?)
hydreigon (destructive and overwhelmingly powerful)
shiny charizard
also probably like a dozen dreepy/dragapult
^^^ most of vlad’s pokemon are just displays of wealth and power. he hasn’t seriously bonded with any of them except for crobat, his starter, and skitty, his “sister’s cat”.
also a note that im not necessarily choosing pkmn that perfectly match a character’s theme or aesthetics, but instead ones that are realistic for them to have in this universe!
WORLDBUILDING NOTES:
Starter pokemon are gifted by the child’s parents. Traditional starters like charmander/bulbasaur/squirtle are only available to those sponsored by a prominent pkmn lab and/or rich parents.
Having a full team is rare unless you’re a full time trainer… it’s just too expensive to house and feed them. On a similar note, shinies are basically unheard of unless you’re stupidly rich.
Pokemon journeys are still considered a rite of passage, but aren’t a universal experience. Not everyone participates, and those who do usually only get 1-2 badges before quitting. The average age for new trainers is around 13-16, though legally you can start at 10.
Amity Park is a ghostly hot spot just like Kanto’s lavender town. There are a few gravesites, but not nearly enough to justify the amount of activity it receives.
The ghost zone primarily contains “dead” ghosts, but “living” ghost pkmn are attuned to the zone and use natural portals to traverse the world.
The Fenton family’s pokemon are all either dark or normal type, for type effectiveness and immunity against ghosts respectively. Any pokemon they give to their children will follow the same type theme in the hopes that they will join the ghost hunting business.
Danny:
was very excited to start his pkmn journey, but with his new ghost instincts demanding he protect Amity Park, he can’t see it happening anymore. Also, while Zorua gradually grows more confident and helps Danny with ghost fights, it still hates having human attention drawn to it and wouldn’t enjoy the publicity of gym battling.
is friends with loads of ghost pkmn, but he never officially catches any besides zorua. They’re residents of his haunt, not his teammates.
if the accident didn’t happen, his starter would either be hoothoot (because of spooky from the initial show concept) or a common dog like poochyena or lillipup… the Fentons spent all their money getting jazz a fancy eevee so Danny’s starter wouldn’t be nearly as impressive :’) rowlet would only be a possibility if gifted from Vlad, though Danny’s parents wouldn’t approve as it evolves into a ghost type.
Sam:
is very anti-battling at first. She felt that battling was abusive and was probably very loud and in your face about it lol. However, Bulbasaur loves to battle and wants to use it as a way to get stronger and evolve, so after a messy disagreement, Sam begins to see it in a healthier light. She still advocates for better pkmn rights, but is careful not to speak over those she’s defending.
would probably join team Aqua, Magma, or Plasma for at least half a day before realizing theyre evil lolol. (then she’d work with Danny and Tucker to defeat them on the exact same day)
Bulbasaur has a lengthy pedigree and comes from a line of contest winners. Neither it nor Sam have any interest in continuing that tradition though.
is the most likely person in the DP cast to become the champion.
Tucker:
is neutral on gym battling. He thinks the concept is cool and likes watching the championships on TV, but is way too much work to actually participate in. His pokemon feel the same and are happy just helping with his electronics.
is obsessed with Silph Co technology rather than new PDAs. He’s always buying their newest gadgets, even if he doesn’t have a proper use for them.
babies the hell out of his pokemon. helioptile is his little angel who can do no wrong and he’s always shielding it from dangerous situations (which becomes a bit of an issue as ghost fights increase in frequency.) With rotom, hes always double checking that its comfortable in his phone, if it wants to possess anything else, if he should upgrade its appliances, etc etc.
Jazz:
never went on a pokemon journey. She thought it was a waste of time since she didn’t want to become a trainer anyway. However, ghost hunting helps Jazz discover her own love of battling, so now she kinda regrets it.
eevee eventually evolves into sylveon. Its prehensile ribbons help Jazz multitask and its empathetic nature assists Jazz with psychology. Also it can scare away Vlad’s dragons lolol. Maybe it evolves in the middle of a fight against him?
if she gets any other teammates, it should reflect her desire to keep Danny safe. Maybe a honedge? usually Danny’s the one with a sword in fanon, but i think jazz deserves one too!!!
#danny phantom#danny fenton#pokemon#zorua#sam manson#tucker foley#hisuian zorua#bulbasaur#helioptile#pixel art#pixelart#animation#for the record that's a hisuian zorua disguising itself as an unovan variant...its not half-hisuian half-unovan lol#i started halfheartedly thinking abt sam and tuckers starters in a pkmn au and next thing i knew i had 1k words written for it#never gonna do anything w it but it was fun#re:readmore i'm not satsfied w jack's pokemon team but i couldnt find anything fitting within his type restrictions U_U o well#dp x pkmn
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I've seen a lot of references to how Hunter Y/N will one day die and leave Eclipse aside, but what about the vampire variant? They will live for a long time, at least until someone manages to kill them, lots of heartbreak potential there, on the other hand, what about Vanessa? Will she die knowing that she could never kill the cryptid that stole her friend's body? Maybe Y/N will give them one last visit to calm her down? Could Vanessa get used to that new Y/N after a long time?
Vampire!Y/N stays alive. They and Eclipse get spared that pain in this AU, but, that means for Y/N that they lose everyone they've ever known and loved, including Vanessa. The extra kicker is that Vanessa loathes that her friend has died and risen once more in an undead fashion. Vanessa hunts and hunts and hunts but she doesn't ever get her quarry, to release her friend from this horrid purgatory, and one day, she grows too tired and too old and gives up.
One day, Vanessa receives a quiet visitor late into the night—she never did sleep well, not after everything. The demonic cryptid responsible for it all lurks outside. It's only her and her friend who still has the same young face they had before vampirism took their body and robbed it of its peace. Blood-red eyes look so sad. Vanessa looks back coldly, full of venom even in her old age.
"I couldn't kill you. So you've come to kill me."
"Nessie. No."
"Then leave.'
"I just wanted to—"
"I said get out."
"..."
"..."
"Please... I just wanted to thank you for being my friend before. I miss you. I don't want to miss you more when—"
"When I die and you keep drinking blood?"
"Yes."
"You don't miss me. You're not them. Stop tormenting me, vampire, and go."
They leave. Vanessa, old and wrinkled with all her hair silver upon her head, cries into her hands long after the vampire departs.
She misses her friend, too.
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"Bitter Black Isles reruns be like..." colored! (Dragon's Dogma) featuring my Unholy Trinity!
Since DD2 is around the corner and like many long time fans of the series im beyond hyped, I felt like coloring an ol DD:DA piece i started last year.
Also fun fact I have a pawn variant of each of these 3 of my vampire hunters, so if anyone on PS4/PS5 wants to have em on their team lemme know XD
#dragon's dogma#capcom#comics#daimon#dark arisen#cerise jarena#beth ravencoft#galmar berastok#unholy trinity#vampire hunters#solikar#crossover#dragon's dogma 2#bitterblack isles
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Our Guest Chapter 3 - Part 1
Vampire!Sun, Vampire!Moon, Vampire!Eclipse x Hunter Reader
(You arrive at a sinister and luxurious castle with the innocent intention of checking why its mysterious residents haven't been paying any taxes or utilities for the past several centuries. Very useful excuse for a vampire hunter to have when trying to do some good old infiltrating. The three vampire lords however, fully intend to capture and seduce you, but that is a bit difficult when you keep asking them about their financial books. Will they be able to make you theirs? Are they onto your little schemes and playing along? Will you finally get that plate of cupcakes? We'll find out)
The Grand Duke was graciously guiding you to an area he deemed appropriate for a duel, one of his right hands on your shoulder, his other right hand gently placed on the small of your back.
In your personal opinion, the corridors would have done just fine for such an activity. Eclipse, of course, did not deem them exalted enough and had proclaimed that he would take you to one of the grand halls instead.
We cannot be sufficiently dramatic in a lowly castle corridor, after all.
You had wondered how he would be transporting the heavy chest containing all the weaponry, but he had quickly solved that mystery through another one of his “parlour tricks“, having it dissolve into diamond dust and safely teleport to the desired location in advance.
Practical and stylish, you couldn't deny that.
His remaining arms were elegantly folded behind his back, his stride regal and dignified, perfect balance and seemingly not a single physical weakness for you to exploit. Immaculate composure, absolute control over each movement and gesture. A vampire lord par excellence.
No matter, there was plenty of other useful information for you to deduce.
Rich amber scent, the soft sound of his cloak moving, the faint echo of his steps, almost imperceptible despite his imposing stature. This was very important to memorize for potential encounters in the dark or if any obstacle were to limit your sight. Moreover, with proper concentration and precision, it was possible for you to use a variant of echolocation if necessary. Air movement itself could betray someone's location or if there was an incoming object.
Eclipse had four arms and therefore it was safe to assume skillful ambidexterity, but you were unsure if he would utilize that against you in a “friendly“ duel. You could use his unfair advantage as an argument for potential disqualification if he got too carried away. One should never underestimate the importance of formalities, they could save you even when the cards were stacked against you, all actions of the other party could be declared null and void due to a simple irregularity.
A dull ache in your stomach reminded you that you were still rather hungry, and a more rational part of your mind began to chastise you for agreeing to play around before getting a good meal first, but you couldn't afford to miss out on an opportunity to get to know your foes better. You wondered whether your dinner could simply be delivered to your chambers after you were done with the whole spectacle. Playing with clingy vampires does take a lot of energy.
A clawed finger wrapped around a lock of your hair.
“You are quiet and pensive, my dear. What devilish strategies are going through that lovely head of yours?“
“Oh, nothing, I am just working on a masterplan that will help me steal all the cupcakes from your kitchen. Beware.“
“How dastardly of you. Has this been your plan all along?“
“All is permitted when one's objective is to acquire treats.“
You blushed as he pulled you closer, placing a part of his cloak over your shoulders as if he were sharing a blanket with you. The gesture was intimate and the soft texture of the fabric reminded you that you couldn't wait to finally take a nap after dawn breaks. One couldn't sleep while the vampires were still awake, after all. Even Sun needed a short rest, despite his eternally insomniac ways.
Eclipse continued to play with your hair, combing his fingers through its softness.
“An intriguing statement, morning star. Are we using a narrow or a broad definition of treats?“
“What would be the broad one for you, sir?“
His hand temporarily left your tresses, claws tenderly sliding down your cheek, passing the jawline and finally caressing along the silken skin of your neck. Your pulse was right under his touch, warm and nectarous blood concealed by such a fragile barrier. The most precious parts of a flower had nothing other than delicate petals to protect them, after all.
“For now I will say that it is open to interpretation.“
Electric tingles danced along your spine and you closed your eyes, fully aware of the rather compromising position you were in, having such a vital area exposed to the tender mercies of a vampire. However, the cacophonous chaos of fear and panic were silenced by the symphony of curiosity, wondering how far he would let you go on with your little performance.
“Forgive me for being so bold, my lord, but if an objective bystander were to interpret the way you are looking at me right now, they may assume that I qualify as a treat in your books.“
“I never made an attempt to hide that I consider you a special type of treat that I intend to savour eventually. There is a proper time for everything.“
“Really? In that case, I warmly suggest you head on to the State Intellectual Property Office to inform them that you created a way to have your cake and eat it, too.“
“Oh, do they offer rewards?“
“Licenses, patents, exclusive rights and such.“
He leaned closer, whispering in your ear, completely concealing you in his cloak as he did so. A playful purr came from him, his eyes alight with mirth.
“Exclusive rights to enjoy our treat whenever we please?“
Your cheeks were ablaze from the sudden closeness, his touch offering pleasant sensations to coax you to relax in his arms. Eclipse's presence was indeed a feast for the senses, the strength of his body, the soft fabric of his fine garments, the timbre of his voice, eyes of gold.
Now, now, do not lose your head just yet. You had anticipated his amorous behaviour, nothing out of the ordinary and all according to your calculations. You told yourself to remain focused, no matter the temptation.
Still, you did not push him away yet. Certain concessions had to be given to keep a vampire lord's interest alive, which is why you indulged him and his brothers when it came to their silly courtship shenanigans. Moreover, it was of crucial importance to continue extending the metaphorical olive branch and show no direct hostility. Antagonizing them could only cost you everything in the end.
You cannot lead monsters astray if you get devoured along the way.
“You are free to apply, but make sure to fill out all the forms correctly or they will ask you to do the paperwork all over again. Bureaucracy is a silent killer.“
“The prize is worth the toil. Although, why bother with such administrative nonsense when there is a myriad of other tools at our disposal to help us mark that delicacy as our own? Quick, effective, delicious, a bond stronger than death.“
“Fair warning, sir, I won't be held liable if eating the treat too fast ends up making you feel unwell. You may direct all of your medical complaints to my nonexistent secretary.“
“Cheeky little thing.“
“I only speak the truth.“
“We can handle whatever you have to offer, be it heaven or hell, bitter or sweet, a true gourmet appreciates all that stimulates the palate.“
“Even poison?“
“Give me every last drop of it to study and analyze, allow me to memorize its structure, I shall cherish it like liquid jewels.“
“Such things you say, lord Eclipse.“
“Permit me to keep entertaining you for the rest of eternity, I promise it will be worth your while.“
You closed your eyes as one pair of his hands squeezed your hips, the other pair rubbing at your sides to ease the tension in your body. Honestly, you had half a mind to simply ask him for a massage. After all, Marquis Moon had been pretty good at it, maybe the same talent ran in the whole family. You hummed, showing contentment, and the Grand Duke took it as a sign to keep playing with you.
Ghostly kisses were placed along your neck, your jawline, then his lips finally settled at the sensitive corner of your mouth. He wanted a proper reaction, waited for you to concede and lean closer to form a proper kiss, but you remained perfectly balanced on that fine line between stern professionalism and playful coquetry.
Eclipse reached for your hand and you allowed him to do so. His lips lingered on the sensitive skin of your inner wrist, right above the pulse. A hint of red circles appeared in his golden eyes, desire and thirst providing exquisite torture, the hymn of your blood calling for his primal instincts to awaken. He spoke, voice darker than the night:
“Has anyone else tried to make you theirs?“
“Alas, I am married to my work for the moment.“
“Are you now? Work does not warm your nights nor does it provide a proper appreciation of your charms. My brothers and I would love to offer a solution for such a glaring problem.“
“If you insist, you may submit a written application and I shall review it when I have the time. Possibly right before sleep.“
He continued to nuzzle your inner wrist, almost as if waiting for your radial artery to tell him your secrets.
“Be careful who you allow into your thoughts before slumber. We may follow you to the lovely realm of your dreams, and there is no escape from your own mind.“
“That works both ways, my lord. If I cannot get out, then neither can those that are there with me. We will be sharing one big happy nightmare together.“
It was difficult to determine who was leading the metaphorical dance. By all logic, he was the one that should be granted the role of the hunter and subduer. And yet, there you were, seemingly allowing him to have his way, but simultaneously keeping your distance and messing with him. Will-o'-the-wisp, fairy light, sneaky nymph trying to lead him across a broken bridge and doing your best to convince him that you only had the purest intentions. He wondered how many beings of the night had met their demise by following your siren song right into the light of the sun.
Nevertheless, he was delighted with your nonsense. You were absolutely adorable. Darling Red Riding Hood trying to outsmart the Big Bad Wolf and the Twin Hunters.
Aggressive mimicry was a common thing in Nature, predators pretending to be prey, but he had never seen someone in your profession apply such a tactic before. It was far more common for people in that line of work to focus primarily on making a direct onslaught, quick and sudden attacks, unexpected raids. A somewhat reasonable logic. After all, the objective of an average “totally legitimate tax inspector“ was to accomplish as much as possible in the short amount of time they were given. They were always plagued with a sense of urgency, needing to act before their more potent enemy retaliated.
You, on the other hand, were playing the long game. Entering the belly of the beast, making yourself comfortable, confusing everyone around you and acting as if your presence there was the most normal thing in the world. The risk of death hanging over your head, danger all around you, two wrong words and one wrong move away from being caught in your little scheme, but there you were, at ease in the eye of the storm.
Eclipse had encountered plenty of humans in his long existence, yet none had managed to provide such an interesting object of study. It was pure absurdity, your actions were both calculated and whimsical, you had created a conundrum specifically designed to awaken a vampire's curiosity, giving them a riddle to solve, grains of sand to count. It was the equivalent of handing them a piece of paper that had “turn around“ written on both sides, using their own obsessive nature against them.
Clever tactic, Y/N, wonderful novelty, finally a breath of fresh air on the scene, he applauded your effort. No matter, he would find a way to tangle you in your own web, nicely wrapped up as a gift for all three of them and they would take very good care of you. One may even say that they were saving you from the fate of potentially falling into the hands of the more ferocious members of their kind.
In a world of debauched immortals, a human with blood as sweet-scented as yours would be a priority target. Special little gems like you were rare, akin to very expensive bottles of wine, and undoubtedly many beasts wouldn't miss on the opportunity to get their hands on you. It was not uncommon for various Lords and Masters to bring forth a captive human during banquets to be shared with their esteemed guests. Bleeding a prized prisoner and distributing their blood in crystal glasses was a sign of being a good host.
He couldn't let that happen to you. A star's place was in the sky.
Nevertheless, he had every intention of making it clear to you that you had an obligation to descend from the heavens each time he or his brothers called for you. You needed to be taught some humility and gratitude for their kindness, it was only fair. Respect held the same value as gold.
As for your side of the playing field, dear Y/N, all was going according to your plan. Well, with a few modifications in comparison to the initial version, but things were as they should be and you still had your head attached to your shoulders, so good for you.
Balance mattered most, your modus operandi was simple in its essence. Dance for them, keep them intrigued, enthrall them, but never let them truly claim their prize. Never forget your advantages nor your weaknesses, both were useful tools in their own manner.
Regular vampire hunters were terrified of placing themselves in a passive position and therefore they would lose plenty of opportunities. Error in philosophy. One simply needed a change of perspective.
The dynamic of predator and prey completely shatters into a myriad of mirror shards when the parched predator writhes in agony, while the prey smiles sadistically, just out of reach, just enough for the predator to dream of a feast that will never come. The former becomes the one who begs the latter for mercy, a single drop of blood to keep him from the abyss of starvation. The prey begins to dictate when the predator gets to eat, pulling at the newly made leash as they pleased.
Of course, all of those tidbits of wisdom had come to you after years of practice, intense study and certain other unpleasant situations that had given you a more detailed insight into the inner workings of elite vampire society.
You had been in a very unfavourable position when you had first entered your line of work. Lost, inexperienced, driven only by the strength of a promise and the power of determination. Trial and error had been your initial mentors, holding you by the hand as they introduced you to the more chaotic aspects of the supernatural, assisting you in finding a stable musical rhythm in a dissonant world of death, darkness and deranged tomfoolery.
The brutal world of vampires and hunters was madness incarnate, completely different from the comfortable environment you had known for most of your life. Your home and your family meant everything to you. Playful ghosts and poltergeists, a kind harpy, a supportive werewolf and a gentle bear yeti had done their best to raise you, giving you all of their love ever since you had been left on their doorstep as a child. You had to persist in your endeavours of making the world a safer place for those that wished to live in peace, both humans and benevolent supernatural beings alike.
Undaunted, you had kept marching onward, making your way through the hellish landscape of reality, walking from page to page of the book that was writing itself as you went along.
Still, you had never been truly comfortable in the role of the protagonist, on display for all to see and for all of your foes to know who you were. You desired privacy, the veil of secrecy and the infinite knowledge of the narrator, always present yet never seen. And so, you had adapted accordingly.
Discretion and disguises. Observation and mimicry. The camouflage and wisdom of serpents, the patience and humility of spiders, the continuous flexibility of plants in the wind, ethereal skill of ballet dancers, the silent presence of ghosts, the endurance of ice and the softness of freshly fallen snow, all of it had contributed to the development of your own special philosophy of dealing with powerful opponents.
You were very well aware that you had been blessed with blood far sweeter than that of most humans and therefore you were perfect bait. Your blood had become an important part of your arsenal, on par with blades bathed in holy water, hawthorn stakes, needles, toxins and your trustworthy hand mirror that could create temporary illusions.
Well, even your umbrella that had met its untimely demise in the wind. There had been a small dagger hidden in the handle, and you were rather fond of such a practical weapon. Alas, you would have to procure a new umbrella of that sort. May the old one rest in pieces.
There were many practical ways of dealing with ravenous creatues of the night when desperate times demanded for desperate measures, especially when you needed a quick way of getting a particularly problematic group away from an inhabited area. Weapons were only useful when their target was in range and when one was certain that there would be sufficient success. Confidence was the downfall of the mighty and you had learned that vampires were most confident when they had a bleeding victim in their line of sight.
One time, you had made a few cuts along your forearms, allowing the precious nectar to flow, an invitation to the fountain of life, then you had waited for them to flock. You still remember the sight of glowing eyes in the dark alleys, all of them summoned by your scent, enchanted by the sight of your wounds. You had simply walked away, tricking them into believing that you were on death's doorstep, luring them to follow you to an old underground bunker.
You had stood in one of the dark chambers below ground, hearing them come, hearing them cackle as they thought you were trapped with them. When a sufficient number of vampires had arrived, you had pressed a button on the wall, causing the entrance doors to close, sealing all of you inside, much to the confusion of the entire congregation. Who in their right mind would willingly trap themselves with monsters?
You had been perfectly calm, your eyes colder than death as you struck a match and held it up to activate the fire alarm, sprinklers raining holy water upon every person in the room.
It goes without saying that such a thing had been akin to a rain of acid to them, agony unlike any other, to the point where they barely had the strength to retaliate against you. Sufficiently weakened, they had been powerless against your hawthorn stakes. Problem solved.
Of course, something as simple as that could never work on someone as potent and ancient as a vampire lord. They demanded a completely different treatment altogether and the process would be harrowing. Going against the Celestial Coven was nothing short of insanity and, by the heavens, you were definitely a few cards short of a full deck, Y/N.
Your gracious host noticed that your mind seemed a bit distracted, so he decided to get your attention again.
Eclipse made a swift gesture with his hand, akin to a magician performing a trick. A decorative hair comb appeared in the palm of his hand, adorned with miniature diamond stars and crescent moons. You barely had time to admire its beauty, for he was already positioning it in your hair, adjusting it to stay in place.
“There we go, icing on the cake.“
“I do hope you won't slice me open like one, sir.“
“Preposterous, my dear. You would complain too much and I am just a simple old gentleman that values what is left of his hearing.“
“I'll be taking your word for it. Otherwise I shall be suing you in a civil case for damages and additional compensation for emotional turmoil.“
“You will sue me from beyond the grave?“
“Do not underestimate the power of being petty. Also, you're in pretty good shape for a simple old gentleman, though. What is your secret? Do share.“
“What type of answer do you expect? Macabre rituals, nefarious deeds, unforgivable crimes?“
“Possibly. Unless you wished to say that the key to eternal life is the simple act of getting plenty of fresh air.“
“I would also add the act of surrounding oneself with beautiful company. Therefore, I must thank you for extending my lifespan.“
The whole exchange was absolutely absurd, an immortal flame having a conversation with a whirlwind of snow, one delighted by the whimsy of the other. Two opposite forces, none capable of making the other expire, acid and alkaline, cancelling each other out as their energies meet, dancing in a perfectly neutral zone together.
The mad scientist within him appreciated the way the structures of your souls formed bonds with one another, evolving, changing, approaching a beautiful alchemical transformation.
And yet, each time he tried to fully grasp at the core of your essence, far beyond the area he had been given permission to visit, the soft snow would turn into hard ice, denying him access, refusing to be his playmate. The Night remained incapable of claiming the Morning and Evening for itself, condemned to forever linger on the blurred border where dark blue bleeds into pink and vermilion.
Perhaps a change of tactic was in order.
To your surprise, he moved away, giving you a pat on the head. He then slightly ruffled your hair to tease you. As expected, you had the expression of an offended royal as you tried to get your tresses back in order. You two continued to walk side by side, raindrops making gentle sounds on the glass windows.
Eclipse spoke:
“Do you perchance play chess, morning star?“
“I was never a fan of it, believe it or not.“
“Really? What did that poor innocent game do to you to merit such a low regard?“
“It takes itself too seriously.“
“Do elaborate.“
“One wastes a lot of effort and there is very little payoff. What do we do and what do we gain? Moving a single piece in a limited direction and then having to wait for your foe to do the same thing? Unrewarding. Where is the cost and benefit balance in that? I'd have better results by simply telling the opponent that there is a bomb under his chair and that he should forfeit the game.“
“Morbidly practical. Is there a bomb, though?“
“I am probably bluffing, but he doesn't have to know that.“
“A creative as that is, you would still be avoiding the rules of the initial game, almost as if admitting that you cannot win by ordinary means without cheating. You could put all of that cunning to some good use by figuring out how to capture the enemy king.“
“It is rather unfair that such a stagnant piece decides the game. Catching other pieces is far more fun, they are dynamic and interesting. A challenge. Players are far happier when they capture a rook or a queen. Who would want to go around in circles afterwards to get to the king?“
“I cannot help but notice the mentality of a bounty hunter. Little mercenary on their merry way to collect whichever toys had caught their fancy that day.“
You gave him a rather stern look, your playfulness disappearing, your voice embodying the spirit of Winter.
“I do not appreciate being compared to bounty hunters and mercenaries. They deserve their own circle of eternal damnation. Those who place a price on life know little about its true value.“
You were truthful. You despised your “colleagues“ and you had little empathy for vampire hunters that worked for money. There was nothing more vile than shedding blood for a fee.
You deemed their morals to be as low as that of any other villain. Blood purchased for cash, loss of life placed in proportion to monetary gain, protection given only after a transaction had been made. Unforgivable, deplorable.
Eclipse had sensed a change within you, whimsical snow becoming a downpour of rain, threatening to drown all in its path. He had hit an unexpected sore spot. Interesting. He wanted to know more, he needed that information. For research purposes, of course.
A good alchemist knew when to introduce a proper catalyst and induce a certain reaction. External stimuli held immense power over inner stability, regardless if he was working with inanimate matter, living tissue or spiritual energy. Too bad he didn't have his gold-rimmed workshop goggles with him. Safety measures were important, especially when dealing with a special little star like you.
“Forgive me for being so bold, my dear, but is it not counterintuitive for someone in your specific profession to scoff at monetary value being attached to living beings? Financial inspection is hardly the pinnacle of morality.“
“Potential tax fraud is not really an act of charity, either. Besides, it is important to contribute to the well-being of general society.“
“I would say that my brothers and I are doing an adequate job of keeping worse evils at bay. We are a necessity in the grand mechanism of the universe. Therefore, the cosmic forces permit us a few acts of self-indulgence from time to time.“
“A mountain of lesser evils shall never reach the tower of the greater good, lord Eclipse.“
“Look at you, child of Spring and Winter, all wise and mighty on your high horse. Beware, for the beast's loyalty to the rider is fickle and one day it might rear up and run off, leaving you on the ground with a broken neck.“
“Bold of you to assume I hadn't already survived many falls, sir.“
“And you always get up and pursue the same madness?“
“There is no other route for me.“
“I do hope the Revenue and Audit Bureau values your heroic work. Which bright mind in that fabled insitution had decided to send you, morning star? Are you certain they had your best interests at heart? No good deed goes unpunished, regardless if you are a noble warrior or a mercenary.“
“Does it truly matter? In the end, I act within my discretion and according to my own sense of duty and justice.“
“A tax inspector with a conscience. I suppose I have seen it all now.“
“I lose no sleep, sir. Unlike the others.“
“Such a relief to hear that your slumber remains undisturbed. It would be a shame if dark circles were to appear under those beautiful eyes.“
Fate had a very bad sense of humour for even allowing such a topic to appear in what was supposed to be a casual battle of wits. You had to pull yourself together. You were on a job, you had to keep your mind stable and collected. Nevertheless, the comparison still bothered you. The mere insinuation was enough to cause a miniature storm in your mind.
You had your own reasons for entering the perilous world of hunting monsters and villains. Your actions were born out of necessity and it sickened you that there were scoundrels out there that had turned such a vocation into a lucrative career, having their wealth and glory built upon the bones of others. You had no qualms with going against your own kind in order to protect peaceful communities of supernatural beings from corrupt hunters.
May the heavens have mercy upon such people, for you had none.
You had certainly not given any all of those years ago, when hunters had shamelessly shown up at your house after being tipped off that preternatural creatures were living there. There had been no glory nor honour in that situation. Only a terrified child trying to protect their home and their family, first blood on their hands, tears in their eyes, dead men all around the room, broken vases, torn curtains, shattered mirrors. No winners.
No, no, none of that, you had to keep the balance. Sorrow was a terrible emotion, one that had a corrosive effect on both the joyful mania of Spring and the stern rationality of Winter, dragging them both into the depths of woe, an ocean of overwhelming despair.
Your emotions had momentarily melted some very important protective barriers on the threshold of your mind. Inconvenient timing, especially when there was an obscenely powerful vampiric telepath nearby.
Your luck, Y/N. Tragic.
Focus. You took a deep breath, commanding your inner chaos to freeze in time, each particle of rain suspended in the air, reminiscent of tiny crystals. Not a proper solution, dark clouds were still covering the sky of your mind space and more rain threatened to follow.
Honestly, you truly were blaming your empty stomach at this point. Mood swings and hunger went hand in hand. You sighed, knowing that you had to repair the damage caused by your words. It would be ludicrous to have all of your efforts sink over one moment of emotional weakness.
“I apologize, sir. I was unnecessarily rude and snappy, my anger was not meant to be directed at you. Probably just low blood sugar levels. I will be fine after dinner.“
In your temporary moment of grief, you had failed to notice that Eclipse was far from offended.
The Grand Duke was a scholar and an artisan, gifted with infinite patience, confidently strolling through the darkest forests towards his goals, shadows and monsters bowing with infinite reverence as he passed them by. Master of self, master of all.
Eclipse did not fear setbacks and obstacles, he welcomed and encouraged them, embracing each difficulty as if it were a dear friend. He would then proceed to dissect and disintegrate them, transforming them into something new, all in the name of the eternal cycle of alchemy. One had to place a problem under a microscope, analyze it, extract every particle of new information from its core.
So far he had only been able to read the exterior parts of your soul, the outer courtyard and surrounding areas of your mysterious sanctum. It was a magnificent facade, but he desired to visit the forbidden gardens of your fortified inner castle. Eclipse wanted access to memories, dreams, desires, and the only thing that could truly create such a key, the only substance that could open the cruel gates, was none other than the precious nectar of life that coarsed through your veins and arteries.
The future offered so many possibilities. Your blood on his lips, your blood under a glass lens, something to both savour and study, granting the bliss of a drunken haze where he could grasp at secrets yet uncovered. Exquisite, truly as if observing a star and the many stages of its life in the celestial plain.
He placed a hand on your cheek, his touch unusually tender.
“Morning star, look at me.“
And you did. No matter how brief our grief, human instinct would forever urge us to seek comfort and relief. Even if a monster were the one offering it.
There was something marvellously ironic when it came to the old saying about the eyes being the windows to the soul. It just so happened that vampires were very talented when it came to sneaking through windows and captivating the minds of their victims with their gaze alone.
One single second of eye contact, one glance into the fields of the mindscape, that was all that he needed to latch his claws onto the windowsill of your inner sanctum, crawling within, as if entering the precious chamber of slumbering prey.
When you had first arrived on their doorstep, his initial attempt had failed, your spirit strong enough to banish him from its sacred realm. The keys that had been used to unlock the gates of your mind at that time were Curiosity and Infatuation. Short-lived results. The current key was Sorrow, far more potent, but he was aware that you would eventually command him to leave once more. Therefore, he had to use his time wisely.
A majority of vampires possessed psychic abilities, but none had ever reached Eclipse's level. His true kingdom was the Subconscious. Desires, dreams, memories. The echoes of Self were not merely present in the “head“, but also coursing through the body, dynamic and ever-changing. Our blood remembered each moment of stress, joy, terror, pleasure, it contained the collective experience of each and every cell it had ever paid visit to on its journey.
A few drops of blood were enough for Eclipse to form a bond that could grant him infinite access to the psyche, and what better way to immortalize such a union than by binding the blood to the intricate structure of a glowing jewel?
One may say that Eclipse's magic was an inverted version of Sun's, both being a subset of a vampire's natural telepathic power. However, Sun focused on external illusions, tricks of the eye, visibility and invisibility, colours that existed in the reality around us, controlling the perception of others and making them see what he wanted them to see.
Now, let us resume with the Grand Duke's perspective upon entering the foyer of your mind. Well, the outskirts would be a far better word.
Springtime paradise along the border, gentle dahlia flowers of all shades and hues resting in the labyrinthine gardens, each flower containing a gem in its center, emotions and memories stored within. Dahlias were members of the Asteraceae family, coincidentally once more affirming the astral motif that had been so prominent about you.
Eclipse's cloak billowed in the wind as he walked through the field, the flowers around him turning to ice as soon as he went past. The environment had made it known to him that he was not welcome. Snowy mountains were in the distance, where Winter reigned, the horizon a deep midnight blue, a layer of pink and violet aurora borealis undulating like gauze in the faraway skies.
He kneeled down, wishing to caress the soft petals and inspect the gems residing in each bud. And yet, as soon as his clawed fingers reached for a pink bloom, cruel frost took over, denying him access. Within seconds, the initial vernal bliss was replaced with a realm of crystalline plants.
“My darling doth try to hide behind the frost of wintertide.“
Ominous clouds gathered above, undoubtedly remnants of the storm he had caused earlier. Soft thunder, subdued, yet resolute. Raindrops made their way towards the ground, but suddenly their progress was hindered and they froze mid-fall.
Enchanted by such a display, Eclipse held up his hand, gathering a few icy raindrops that were floating around him. He inspected them. Beautiful, clear, cold, almost akin to a diamond. No, not a good fit, diamonds did not fully encompass your personality. He had never had such difficulty determining the proper jewel for someone.
Frost had begun to gather along the fabric of his cloak, spreading into a myriad of intricate patterns, almost as if trying to entrap him. He grinned, waving his wrist and summoning miniature flames to remove the glistening verglas from his garments. The environment was sentient and it seemed quite offended by his actions, and for a second he could have sworn that he heard an indignant “hmpf“ echo across the fields.
A spectral version of you appeared in front of him, an embodiment of your subconscious mind, subtle annoyance present in the apparition's glowing eyes. Your inner Self commanded the raindrops to condense together and form a blade of ice, swinging it towards Eclipse. Suave as ever, the Grand Duke caught the sharp edge between his fingers as if it were as gentle as a feather, using a minimum of his strength to shatter it into a plethora of crystal shards.
Before your inner Self could properly react, Eclipse grasped their hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss, acting with the ardent reverence of a lover.
“Wonderful security system you have here, my dear. Point already taken, I am not wanted in your kingdom. I shan't be disturbing for long tonight, we have plenty of time to enjoy our happy little nightmare together.“
Blushing and flustered, your inner Self scoffed, disappearing in a gust of smoke. Wrought iron gates materialized from the ground, blocking Eclipse's path from the rest of the area. He was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly he could hear the whispers of the past coming from the other side of the fence.
It was not for his ears, not for his eyes, and he was fully aware of it. Nevertheless, he approached the gates once more, bearing witness to the many shifts and changes of scenery. A quaint old mansion appeared in the distance. It had a sophisticated style, but one could definitely see the signs of Time taking its toll, several parts falling into disrepair.
You, or rather a memory of you, were sitting on a garden bench, reading, an additional pile of books waiting for your attention next to you.
A trio of silly poltergeists with propeller hats appeared above your head, giggling as they snatched your book away. You looked upwards, surprised, slightly irked, but not truly angry. In a way it reminded Eclipse of the same look he would give to his brothers when they were teasingly reminding him of that one time he got stuck in the castle's secret passageways.
You reached for your book, but they merely floated away. Suddenly, a ghost of a fox-like pirate manifested to chastise the poltergeist siblings for their mischief. The trio made a little apology and returned the book to you, after which they all managed to land on your head and read along with you.
A bear yeti with kind eyes and a gentle smile came out of the house after hearing all the commotion. He was accompanied by a stern werewolf lady that was assisting him as he walked, helping him keep balance, his limp indicating an old injury that had never properly healed.
The whole group assembled around you, keeping you company as you began to read out loud for them all. A cheerful harpy joined you soon after, bringing a tray of cupcakes for everyone to enjoy.
Interesting. Very, very interesting.
Eclipse pressed his palm against the cold metal of the gate lock, assessing its strength. Impossible to open, not without the key that only your precious blood could procure for him. Such a mind, playing between two extremes, as enticing as the cogs within a clock, as unfathomable as the power of a nascent star.
The skies began to clear, clouds dissolving into oblivion, replaced by the gentle pink and blue hues entwined in their eternal celestial dance, impossible to tell whether it was early morning or late evening. Nevertheless, the legendary star was visible, watching over all.
Loving memories seemed to serve as a stabilizer for you, a comfort that brought equilibrium. Eclipse's golden eyes looked down at the frozen plants once more, having noticed that a single dahlia flower had freed itself from its glacial prison, tender petals showing off their magenta splendour. The gem in its center reflected the astral majesty in the sky.
Without further ado, the Grand Duke reached to claim his prize, holding the flower and the gem in his clutches with the fervour of an astronomer that had finally discovered a new world.
“Ever-changing star sapphire, pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. Do pardon my intrusion, but I will require your esteemed assistance in the process of reaching your owner's core, I hope you do not mind. Shall we?“
With a silent yet sinister laugh, Eclipse transformed into a shadowy phantom, his spectral form making a final bow to show reverence to your inner kingdom, before disappearing completely.
Mere seconds had passed in the “real“ world and thankfully your conscious self had not even realized he had paid your mind a little visit.
You moved his hand away from your cheek.
“As I said, I will be fine after dinner, no need to worry about me. You seem rather focused, though. Is there something stuck in my eye, sir?“
“Yes, but I scared it away.“
“What?“
“Oh, look. Here it is.“
You tilted your head in confusion, blinking at him as if he were mad. Well, he probably was, but still. Eclipse made a few elegant gestures with his fingers, not unlike earlier when he was conjuring that beautiful decorative comb for you.
An oval star sapphire appeared in the palm of his hand for you to see. Its colours were shifting from pink to blue, forming lovely shades of indigo when blended together, before parting ways once more. As accustomed you had gotten to Eclipse's magic, you would probably never fully get used to it, the sheer limitless absurdity of it.
“I was wondering what stone to use to make a perfect ornament for you and I finally found it. This little treasure represents you in every sense of the term, my love.“
Instinctively, you reached for the jewel, but Eclipse moved his hand out of your grasp.
“No, no, you haven't earned it yet.“
“Wasn't it supposedly mine in the first place, though?“
“Pardon, I should probably change my wording. I meant that you haven't earned it back, yet.“
“And I can earn it back how?“
“Either defeat me in our duel or in a chess party. Here, an additional incentive for you. Another one of our infamous parlour tricks.“
He made a circular motion with his finger, commanding the matter of the gem to morph into whichever shape he desired, going through various forms before settling for the elegant shape of a chess piece. Magic and beauty notwithstanding, you were slightly disappointed with the type of piece he had chosen. Eclipse noticed your displeasure and spoke:
“No need to pout, my dear. It will be all yours, I promise.“
“Why am I a pawn, though?“
“You need to work a little bit to get promoted from pawn to queen.“
“Rude.“
The storm outside had subsided in the meantime, but only for the moment. After all, it had to clear the stage for the tempests that were yet to come.
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#vampire sun#vampire moon#vampire eclipse#sundrop x reader#moondrop x reader#eclipse x reader#sundrop#moondrop#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#fnaf eclipse#vampire au#five nights at freddy's#daycare attendant x reader#daycare attendant#jester's privilege chronicles#amary's chronicles
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DRACULA, A COMEDY OF TERRORS
Starring Jordan Boatman, Arnie Burton, James Daly, Ellen Harvey and Andrew Keenan-Bolger.
Written by Gordon Greenberg and Steve Rosen.
Directed by Gordon Greenberg.
Playing at New World Stages – Stage 5 – 340 West 50th Street – New York. Run: Through January 7th, 2024.
A New Live Production, Dracula, A Comedy of Terrors, Reveals A High Camp Side to this Story of The Undead Count
One thing you can count on every Halloween is an appearance of Dracula or, at least, some form of a vampire added to the mix. That could mean a re-run of the many classic films with the undead count such as Universal’s original version of Dracula (with Bela Lugosi) or Hammer’s The Horror of Dracula (with Christopher Lee). But this scary season doesn't necessarily require an appearance of the original bloodsucker himself. It could include some resurrection of his character in a movie, play or live visual presentation in some haunted house.
In 1897, when Irish author Bram Stoker published his long-wrought novel Dracula for just six shillings, he didn’t realize that he’d created one of the most iconic figures of all time. Though this story of an aristocratic, undead mastermind was popular in its day, little did Stoker know that his blood-drinking, soulless monster of the night would become the source of countless permutations, reinterpretations, and re-examinations of this creature and its implications. There’s even a Bram Stoker Festival in Dublin which celebrates the Gothic, the supernatural, the after-dark and Victorian as well as the Count himself.
Of course, along with Stoker’s horror classic, the inevitable humorous satires, parodies, and various send ups cropped up. From a tale of the ageless Count needing to leave his ancient homeland to resettle in England to tap fresh blood, the original gothic narrative has often been revised with sometimes hilarious results.
Now, through Dracula, A Comedy of Terrors, this battle with the master of the undead receives an outlandish rethink. Enabled by a compact, five-person cast – Jordan Boatman, Arnie Burton, James Daly, Ellen Harvey, and Andrew Keenan-Bolger – this rapid-fire comedic reimagining of this archetypal tale garners guffaws and lots of snickering.
Taking off from the original’s classic characters, they’re transformed into these versions: sweet Lucy Westfeldt, vampire hunter Jean Van Helsing, insect consumer Percy Renfield, and behavioral psychiatrist Wallace Westfeldt, among others. Here they find themselves in a faux British country estate which doubles as a free-range mental asylum. With its cast of slapstick, quick change comics who switch roles with the aplomb of fast handed pickpockets, this Dracula not only makes you scream, but it does it with laughter. The show also exposes a fundamental ridiculousness that illustrates just how resilient the original concept is: it can take jabs even at its core of terror and still retain a certain majestic-ness.
Through its compact 90-minute show, elements of goth, camp, and variant sexuality are thrown into a gender-bending, quick-change romp. With all the wacky characters, a pansexual Gen-Z Count Dracula tops the list of existentially challenged characters.
As a buddy of notorious gay Victorian author Oscar Wilde, the actual Stoker was believed to be a closeted gay man in a repressive England, so his novel was rife with suggestive sexuality and gender reversals. Director/co-writers Gordon Greenberg and Steve Rosen’s send-up of this novel is meant to be viewed through a very contemporary lens.
Just as the book transcended other Gothic horror of its day, this comedy rises above being simple holiday fare. Make your way to the Westside’s New World Stages for a comedic jab at the jugular.
Brad Balfour
Copyright ©2023 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: November 8, 2023.
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Bonnibel Bubblegum; Vampire Hunter (with her Zoro color variant on the 2nd image)
#adventure time#fan art#art study#artist study#the star#princess bubblegum#bonnibel bubblegum#vamp hunter bonnie#procreate#fionna and cake
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Count Crowley: Mediocre Midnight Monster Hunter #4 by David Dastmalchian, Lukas Ketner and Lauren Affe. Main cover by Ketner. Variant cover by Tyler Crook. Out in February 2024.
"The vengeful spirit of a Halloween tragedy terrorizes the children of Beloit but before Jerri can learn how to bust this ghost, she'll have to face off with a vampire more powerful than anything she's faced. As the stakes increase, all nefarious roads seem to lead to Kansas City, where a provocative lab of re-animated corpses have been used for some unsavory business. The body count rises, the spirits are conjured and something unspeakable will befall one of Jerri's most important allies."
#count crowley: mediocre midnight monster hunter#count crowley#jerri bartman#dark horse comics#david dastmalchian#lukas ketner#lauren affe#tyler crook#variant cover#horror#comics
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Some more Flying fox and other bat stuff, ‘cause they’re cool.
I decided to make RED Medic Tf2 a vampire who turns into a Flying Fox since the lanky big look suits him better than the scrunch faced donut look of tiny bats.
Anyways, here’s more bat content.
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So a Flying Fox is like a lanky sky cat.
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They eat fruit, not bugs/blood.
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Baby bat rescue.
Overall, pretty spooky by fun creature.
Also, shoutout to the eeping big bat that got passed around by people on social media, just because they were scared of him.
He tired, let him sleep in peace.
Now onto tiny bats.
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Overall, a much smaller type of bar with big ears and a scrunchie face. And one that I feel looks too harmless to be the crazy Medic from RED. Even if they are the bug-eating bats.
This is a vampire bat, and they’re the only species that really drinks blood. Also relatively ugly compared to the other tiny bats with their layered looking snout. I still think a flying fox suits Medic tf2 more, even if they’re fruit bats.
They even come in a reddish variant!
Also, while I’m on the subject, someone made a monster mercs AU where Spy’s vampire form is a Mediterranean Horseshoe bat…
The disrespect! This dumb little creature is living its best life, but don’t do Spy dirty like that.
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Rescue of a tiny little bug-eating bat in France. We forget how cool it is that mammals can be this small, including mice.
Hope you enjoyed the bat content.
#tf2#bats#cute animals#animal video#animal rescue#flying fox#vampire bat#monster mercenaries AU#tf2 medic#Youtube
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12, 13, and 17 for Peace on Planet Bloodborne 🐦⬛
(Asks from this ( x ) meme)
12) the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them
I am not sure whether Gratia finally transcended the status of unpopular character after over half a year or not, not from what I've seen? 🤔 But she is a GIANT WOMAN that uses a literal chunk of iron to fight, like, the hugest fucking dumbass woman but one that could punch a wall into a dust fdhdhfd She deserves her place amongst the 'fleshed out' Old Hunters with others! The second known female Old Hunter, too, and with enough references available for fanart at that!
(From this ( x ) page, by AstralLace)
She is also found in the prison for people who learned too much about the Healing Church's secrets, or at least were a threat for it, and the fact that Simon has her fist equipped ( x ) is so cool?? She possibly was one of the people that were able to see through the charade and intended to make it fall apart, and considering Gehrman and Maria knew about everything, it creates even more interesting potential for the story and link with other characters!
For bonus points, in the game, bright red hair is linked to Cainhurst! Sure, could be just a design decision, but with writing the stories everything can go! (Gratia for queen lol)
13) best blorboficiation
Correct me if this is not as frequient as I've gotten the impression of, but I think making Edgar THE grumpy nerd actually was beneficial for the fandom dhfhsdf It is mostly the impression that can be gotten from how his face looks, but the shitposts potential is infinite! Like, yeah, I kinda detalise his character, but the fact that on simpler level he is one of the core driving comedy tropes appeals to me- because of course it does XD
17) there should be more of this type of fic/art
🤔 I think it would be really good to see more of Cainhurst aesthetic art (primarily clothes-related one) than only Knight sets! They look fantastic, but Cainhurst offers an even bigger variety of sets, like Cainhurst Guardian, both variants of the noble dress (burgundy like Arianna's and grey like Forsaken Castle Ghosts), the armours of the guys in the throne room (also frequently found all over Chalice Dungeons), and also every other gremlin from the portraits that never appeared IN game! King of Cainhurst especially has two whole unused models to work with.
Like, all Bloodborne aesthetics are pretty great, but these gothic vampire noble aesthetic ass people are under-explored! I don't believe Bloodborne attracted people with just werewolves/hunters aesthetic dsfhfdh
#bloodborne#ask replies#fandomry rambles#thank you for an ask!#also no not a hypocrite moment I do have a WIP with a lot of Cainhurst clothing involved fdhfhdsfd#I am just slow..... but stubborn lol
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TWST Yuu OC Profile ~ Alaric Warrick Yuumore
"This power, is it a curse or a gift... Even if the blood of the Devil flows within me, I shall not fall into darkness." ~ Elvis
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Personal Info
Name - Alaric Warrick Yuumore
Aliases - Sir Alaric,Sir Warrick,Master Yuumore
Physical Age - 19
Birthday - 2/29
Zodiac - Pisces
Gender - Androgynous FtMale
Species - Dhampir
Height - 190cm/6ft'3in
Orientation - Pansexual
Homeland - Romania
Twist of Elvis/Yvis from Castlevania Moonlight Rhapsody
School/Job Info
School - Night Ravens College
Dorm - Terrovania (@terrovaniadorm)
Year - 3rd
Best Subject - Magic History
Club - Equestrian
Occupation - Master Demon Hunter,Pianist,Violinist
Other Info
Favorite Food - Sarmale
Likes - Classical Music,Gramophones,Vinyl Records,Ballrooms,Waltzing,Moon Aesthetics,Swords,Looking Pretty,Cheesy/Fairytale Romance Novels,Vampire Hunting,Dress Shirts,Heeled Boots,Swooning Others with Words,Old Fashioned Stuff,Ribbons & Bows
Dislikes - People who Judge others too quickly,Stalkers,Dracula & variants of em(That he knows of),His Vampiric side(halfy),Being Thirsty
Talents - Demon Hunting,Swordsmanship,Playing Piano/Violin,Hair Flip,Being a Classic Romantic
Unique Magic - Moonlit Bloodlust - If weakened and drinks/given a good amount of blood will turn feral and thirsty for more. He is nearly invincible in this state but not fully gone as he will not harm those who mean alot to him unless provoked. Thirst must be slated or Alaric must be knocked out to stop this.
Personality - He is confident but not smug about it. Flaws and faults he has em and knows it but owns them rather than sulk in them. Has a just sense of lawfully good in him but given his blood sometimes has a small evil look about him. Kind and generous to all unless given reason not to be or you remind him of Dracula. Believe all other monstrous creatures are innocent til physically see evidence they are not.
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Alaric's Grim Short Lore
Bio - A master rank demon hunter from a world where monsters are judged often with a whip or sword. Teleported to twisted wonderland two years ago and has been adjusting to the way things work here and feeling he has a purpose to find here before ever thinking of going home. Is a classic man and it shows with his sweet tongued words and the way he flips his hair when looking at him. Fighting his own battle on the inside as he figures out if this world would love him as he is with the half demon inside unlike the world he comes from where it's hated.
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland oc#twst oc#yuu oc#twst yuu#twst fandorm#terrovania#oc profile#alaric#Alaric Warrick Yuumore#castlevania#castlevania moonlight rhapsody
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------so the plan , as i've thought about it during work , is eventually to have a blog for each muse in morgan's universe . i need to name the universe officially but it will include some affiliated characters from pals that have shown an interest and either want to make their own muse off of the lore , or have a verse for it .
morgan and lee will have their own carrd because they're already made . everyone else will be on a compendium sort of carrd which will have individual information based off of the actual muse themselves . each blog will be a solo blog because i know if i made a multi muse i'd see tumblr just choose to interact with the man - presenting muses because dick - chasing and that would piss me off . i love ships as much as the next person , but all of these muses are literally years old and deserve a chance at being written with .
currently slated as muses to be created are :
clarity hollis - a vampire mercenary , and her brother will be a guest on her blog
esmé everhart - a human gun runner , kingpin of the black market . his mother was a witch , and a good portion of his clientele are preternatural creatures
rider lorne - a witch ( specializing in necromancy and blood magic ) who runs an occult shop
lucien bello - an incubus who owns a no - touch gentleman's club , which doubles as a front for his black market fencing business
aleera "anaís valdez" - a upir , one of the former brides of dracula
moira osbourne - a shapeshifter who believes she is the reincarnation of muninn
aymeric xandros - a lamia , basilisk variant , whose a rather successful architect
letha righton - a changeling hunter who has no idea she's actually a fae
these muses will come slowly and over time and i plan on rotating through who i write pending who i have energy and muse for . currently only lee and morgan have blogs .
lastly , you can spot affiliated muses speckled throughout and i'll give them shout outs as they prop up more and more . currently we have @wyrdfractures with silas hale ( muse ) , @thirt13n with sylvi karsten ( verse ) , @medicbled with gloria de lima ( verse ) , and @intombed is currently making a muse .
I AM NOT ABANDONING MORGAN . i am working on things behind the scenes and shuffling around on my end . lee has more muse in my head currently but this is how it's gonna roll with a rotation of muses as i work to establish them . threads will be responded to !
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Hello everybody new fandom new pinned new me. I am DETERMINED to establish myself as The verneider author on whatever platforms I post on SO. Here we go.
I'm Nathan, or Angel. We are a system, our main blog is @renegadessys and you can always message us there, that's also where we follow from. Our pronouns are he/it. Most of the stuff we write is highly self indulgent and written for our fictives of various characters but especially with the list that will follow lots of this is just for fun!
Our main fandom and the one we will be posting a lot for as of now is Reverse: 1999, our main ships are Schneider/Vertin, Sonetto/Vertin, Lilya/Sonetto (rarepair central LMAO), and some poly variations thereof (Vertin has two hands!!!!).
Fic ideas and links below!
EXPLICIT
1. A followup to the first smutfic I wrote on ao3, Vertin/Schneider reuniting post Storm resolution and having some wonderful heartfelt moments and then. You Know. POSTED HERE
2. A followup to that followup - several months later, their anniversary.
3. An alternative followup - Vertin wakes up from a nightmare and there is comfort and also You Know.
4. College AU - Vertin meets Schneider at a party. There may be follow up oneshots to this one! POSTED HERE
5. Vampire Schneider/Vampire Hunter Vertin AU. Mostly just insane flirting and nsfw. POSTED HERE
6. Either standalone or potentially a followup to 4: Schneider inviting Sonetto to join her and Vertin
7. Lilya and Sonetto fuck around after that one scene in the story where they do the training simulation together. (NOTE: in this fic and all other fics I write with Lilya in them I will be writing her as a non-op trans girl. This is for one of our system members' sake because that's how she identifies. Don't get weird)
8. Schneider/Vertin and Sonetto/Lilya partner/sub swap. Very simple.
9. College age Vertin meets Schneider after she and her friends visit a bar that is not expressly a gay bar but sure comes close!
NON EXPLICIT
1. Vertin being diagnosed with some variant of Hanahaki disease while in the artificial somnambulism treatments post-chapter 2. Very angsty. NOW POSTING HERE
2. Vertin/Schneider coffee shop au. Someone has to do it. Vertin is a perpetually tired college student, Schneider is a perpetually flirty barista.
3. Future domestic oneshot where Vertin and Schneider are??? Married???? Have kids??????? Idk I just live here
4. End of chapter 4, Sonetto finds out when Z's birthday is and convinces everyone to throw her a surprise party as thanks for helping Vertin and co. (NOTE: I will be referring to her as Dr. Z regardless of canon, she worked hard to get a phd in whatever weird science she does and I refuse to discount it)
5. Ghost Schneider AU. Basically Vertin is "haunted" by Schneider's ghost after the Storm takes her, presumably due to some arcanum fluctuation that sticks her to Vertin (handwaves away the details). Romance. But sad.
6. Time travel fix-it - Vertin goes back in time to try to stop Schneider's death. NOW POSTING HERE
I will update this list as I get more ideas and write these. Please send me asks or let me know if there's one in particular you want to read!
#verneider#reverse 1999#reverse: 1999#vernetto#lilya and sonetto need a ship name lol#schneider reverse 1999#vertin reverse 1999#sonetto reverse 1999#lilya reverse 1999#yaaay pinned post
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MILES MORALES: SPIDER-MAN #12
CODY ZIGLAR (W) • PARTHA PRATIM (A) • COVER BY FEDERICO VICENTINI
Knight's End Variant COVER BY Salvador Larroca
VARIANT COVER BY DAVID BALDEÓN
GANG WAR: FIRST STRIKE!
SPIDER-MAN is on the hunt to find a terrifying new foe before they sink their fangs into Miles' best friends. Only the vampire hunter BLADE and his daughter, BLOODLINE, may know the secret of the villain's past – but are the vampire hunters keeping secrets of their own? And what is Hobgoblin secretly scheming while Spidey is completely overwhelmed? Last issue before GANG WAR!
32 PGS./Rated T …$3.99
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