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dika-fern-art · 17 days
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Parents: you had a whole day and you did nothing! what have you been doing all day ?
Me who has been thinking about my lesbian oc's while listing to Chappell Roan:
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gabriellemkari · 7 months
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Carmilla & Laura 🩸
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mynqzo · 29 days
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carmilla
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laurasimonsdaughter · 9 months
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Pack dynamics for domestic urban fantasy werewolves:
● They're never exclusively werewolves. Werewolves have a habit of aggressively adopting everyone they are fond of and when you've won the trust and affection of one, the rest come along in a package deal.
● They're territorial in the protective sense. No trouble in our neighborhood. No hunger in our houses. No fear on our streets.
● They hold grudges. Shopkeeper overcharged one of the pack members in their store? None of them will shop there again. Restaurant owner yelled at one the cubs who got a job there washing up? They've just lost all their hungriest diners.
● Young werewolves think the word "pack" is way too old fashioned and prefer words like crowd, crew, fam, and swarm. ("Honestly, honey, swarm? What are we, pigeons?")
● They're nosy. The upside is no one with a werewolf pack to back them up will ever be left to fend for themselves. The downside is that everyone is always sticking their hairy noses in.
● They vary greatly in size. In some places, especially more rural ones, it's not uncommon to find entire villages that are basically one pack. In other places they might only have a dozen members, scattered about. And many packs start with a set of two or three going somewhere new to build a life and a community.
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yashley · 6 months
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halloween episodes + laura
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vamplire · 5 months
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long overdue for some fangs in my neck
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ragecandyart · 6 months
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Oh no they got you!
Happy Halloween lol
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rain-44 · 7 months
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Carmilla :3
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avatarchai · 5 months
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Cover illustration and design for Sheridan Le Fanu's Carmilla 🦇❣
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tvarchive · 5 months
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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER 4.08 "Pangs"
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darkacademiaarchivist · 2 months
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when will people learn that overly sheltering people from knowledge about vampires is how the vampires get you?
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dika-fern-art · 24 days
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Doodles!
Haven't done doodles with pen since finishing high school. College f*cking drains... even though I do art there.
Anyway, most of the art is oc's and random stuff I thought of while drawing.
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per1w1nkl3 · 6 months
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reading carmilla is an experience because you'll read the most beautiful declaration of love you've ever encountered but then you remember this is a cautionary tale about the dangers of sexual perversions
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zombie-bait · 3 months
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Highly recommend the 1872 novella Carmilla to all the wlw iwtv fans out there, it's about a gothic lesbian vampire-human romance and it lowkey changed my life. Like I cannot explain to you how shockingly gay and poetic this story that came out two decades before Dracula is. I'm a little devastated it took me this long to read it tbh
(And if you're looking for a good retelling that embraces the gay further I recommend Carmilla and Laura by S.D. Simper. It's not as poetic but it focuses on internalized homophobia, religion and has a happier ending)
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laurasimonsdaughter · 3 months
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It took a full minute of struggling before the vampire finally gave up and held still, going mostly limp under the tangle of briars.
“Alright,” he said, rolling his eyes at them. “You’ve made your point.”
“Have I?” they asked menacingly. “Because that’s what I thought last time.”
He looked up at them. “Oh come on—”
“I told you,” they snapped, “that if I tested one more giggly person with inexplicably low haemoglobin, I would fucking find you.”
The park was badly lit, but they could see the vampire’s face well enough to see that he wasn’t taking this anywhere near as seriously as he should be. Ballsy, considering they had him fully immobilized at the moment.
“Clearly you can’t actually be trusted,” they added. “So now you’re stuck with me.”
Dull light glinted of the vampire’s teeth as the corners of this mouth twitched. “That really isn’t the punishment you think it is.”
They stared down at him, baffled. “What—?”
The red shine in his eyes was almost amused. “You’re the only person around here who knows what I am, who I don’t have to pretend for. You know how tiring it is never to smile?”
The cool night air suddenly didn’t seem as cool anymore and they bristled with indignation. “There’s plenty of slayers in town all of a sudden who seem to know exactly what you are,” they replied sourly. That pissed them off too. Slayers were a brutish, self-absorbed lot. They had one or two violent encounters and suddenly felt entitled to harass innocent people just because they had a bit of trouble around the full moon.
The vampire grimaced. “Correction,” he said smoothly. “The only person who knows and is nice to me.”
“Nice to you,” they choked.
“Come on,” he grinned, fangs sparkling. “I could be lying here choking on garlic, or burning with silver! But instead...roses?” He gave a half-hearted tug on the bloom and thorn covered branches. “You could have done far worse…”
A loud, thoughtless rushing filled their ears, their face flushing with confusion. That was not—
“On that note,” he continued conversationally. “Why are you still here?” He gave them a curious look. “Why not just leave me here?”
“I—”
His grin returned. “You don’t want the slayers to find me, do you.”
“Shut your fanged face.”
“Ouch,” he winced, but not in a way that anyone could possibly interpret as painful.
They were too annoyed – too angry – to think straight. “I could be asking you the same fucking thing,” they snapped, recollecting themself. “Just passing through, you said last time. So why the hell are you still here?”
His expression changed, just a fraction, and for a moment it looked like he had an answer for them. Then he shrugged, shifting uncomfortably on the grass, and looked away.
That, at least, was better. Slightly. Probably. “Well,” they said after a brief silence, folding their arms. “If you’re sticking around, you better keep your fangs off my patients. You can go right back to stealing the lab’s medical waste.”
The vampire made a dismayed noise, his gaze snapping back to their face. “You expect me to survive on nothing but dead blood?” he cried.
“I expect you not to trick innocent humans!” they glared.
A sly look passed across his face. “So the slayers…?”
Well, if they kept bothering Mrs. Lupus… They gave a sharp shake of their head. “No! No biting any humans!”
“Unreasonably cruel,” he muttered sulkily.
“You—” They raised their head with a start, glancing in the direction of a sudden sound.
“Speak of the devil,” the vampire breathed, eyes darting in the same direction.
Damn slayers. They grimaced through their frustration and drew their pocket knife. It glinted in the dull twilight and the vampire’s eyes were on it instantly.
“Now hold on, there’s no need for that!” he protested nervously. “I agree— I agree to your terms.”
“You better,” they hissed, kneeling beside him with the knife. It wasn’t silver, but he couldn’t have seen that immediately they supposed. They deftly snipped through the briars and cut him loose. “Go on, get out. And I better not have reason to bother with you again.”
The moment he was free all the vampire’s speed and grace returned. He was on his feet in a moment and smiling brilliantly down at them the next. “Well, that’s highly unlikely,” he grinned ominously. “You’ve just turned your place of work into the only place in town where I can get a bite to eat.” He winked, and fled.
They watched him disappear, their hackles raised as high as their heartbeat, and swore into the dark.
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yashley · 3 months
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laura in critical role one-shots* (part 1)
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