#i vampire drawing with no blood in it? unrealistic.................
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Dearest Mother, your works are wonderful as always. This child craves for smut vampire x vampire hunter. please and thank you.
“On the bed. Now,” the vampire commanded. Obviously, the hunter wasn’t interested in those cheap vampire practices. A lot of vampires had a lot of lovers these days. It wasn’t that unrealistic that the hunter was the second or third person to be in the vampire’s bed today. So, with one lazy wave of their hand, the hunter refused.
“No, thanks,” they said bluntly, staring at those magnificent dark eyes. It wasn’t a secret that vampires were particularly seductive. Most of them managed to find lovers on the open streets, one flash of their pretty teeth made many humans fall for them within seconds. A primitive need to have a vampire on top of them was something people reported often.
The hunter would know. Especially this vampire was…complicated.
“Yes,” the vampire said. “Please.”
The melody of their voice didn’t suggest begging in the slightest which wasn’t that confusing to the hunter. Of course, the vampire’s whole being made the hunter feel those same things others felt as well. Yes, they wanted the vampire on top of them. Yes, they wanted to be bitten. Yes, they wanted the vampire.
But they had a job to do. They didn’t have time for games.
“Look. I can make you finish without ever pulling down your pants. And you look like you need it. You haven’t been touched in a long, long time,” the vampire purred. They walked around the hunter’s chair and let their hands slide over their shoulders agonisingly slow. It made their blood rush through their veins. “Aren’t you a poor hunter? So terribly lonely when you slaughter my kind…”
The hunter took in a deep breath. No vampire had ever managed to make them doubt their job. Unfortunately, this vampire had been a friend once.
“I’m not going to sleep with you,” the hunter said. It sounded so unreal, actually saying that. Sometimes they really wished this wasn’t their job, so they could be one of those lucky mortals who became lovers of vampires and survived their partners.
God, what a night that would be. The hunter knew they were blushing from the sheer thought of it. The vampire on top of them, kissing their neck, grabbing their flesh, their teeth scraping over their skin…
“Why not? You think about it all the time,” the vampire said. Again, they walked around the hunter’s chair. Now that they were standing in front of the hunter, the hunter realised how intimidating they actually were.
The vampire could surely rip them apart in seconds.
“I do not.”
“Come on. I wanna know what you taste like.” The vampire licked their lips, their tongue even going over their perfect teeth. It was weird how calm they were. How they wanted to fuck the person who was supposed to kill them.
“You’ve had my blood before,“ the hunter said. “You know what I taste like.”
The vampire glared at them.
“I do not.”
Suddenly, the vampire sat down on the hunter’s lap and they started to lick their enemy’s neck patiently. Without thinking about it, the hunter moaned their name and grabbed their hips, desperately trying to control themselves.
“I love your blood though,” the vampire whispered. They started to bite the hunter delicately. Not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to make the hunter’s knees shake. “I can feel it when I’m kissing your skin…it feels so good.”
With too much experience, the vampire’s hand slid down the hunter’s chest and dove into their pants. With a gasp, the hunter looked at their enemy but all they got in return was a teasing smirk and half-lidded eyes.
“Don’t play with me,” the hunter said, begged. “Please.”
“I won’t.” Contrary to the meaning of their words, the vampire reached even deeper into the hunter’s pants where it found much too sensitive skin. Without hesitation, they started touching it, teasing the shaking mess the hunter was by now.
“Please—” The vampire shut them up with a kiss. It was primitive. Possessive. Careless.
The vampire pushed their tongue into the hunter’s mouth as if they had to prove something. As if they had to remind them what they were.
Shaking even more as the vampire bit their lip, the hunter’s mind was already clouded. They’d wanted this for a long time but actually getting it was probably the biggest regret they would ever have in their entire life.
Finally, the vampire pulled away, breathing as heavily as the hunter.
The kiss hadn’t been fair. It had been so unfairly good it would’ve made the hunter angry if they’d been able to think.
“You’re adorable,” they whispered. Then, they put two fingers into the hunter’s mouth, pressing them slightly onto their tongue.
With their other hand, they teased them until they finished.
#mommy’s always there for you <3#writing snippet#vampire#vampire hunter#vampire x vampire hunter#enemies to lovers#suggestive#request#an answer for an ask
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Vampire: The Masquerade Chronical
Skeletones of Charleston
June 2010
The Camarilla Council of Archons sends Detective Vivien Juan Andres Garcia of Colombia - Gengrel-Ancilla [character belongs to @hawxharley ] who must investigate the mysterious disappearance of an important Tremere. The missing man was last seen in Charleston, the town under the complete control of Camarilla. This town is small, but known for its bloody history and holds many ancient secrets, for which it is regularly attacked by Sabbat or someone else. For these reasons, a powerful Ventrue (apparently straight out of the Roman Empire) has been chosen as the town's Prince since the 1980s. The remaining Kindred here may not be many, but most of them are over a century old.
Vivien is greeted by the residents of the town:
Denzel Rocce - a relatively young Bruja who actively cares about informing citizens and tourists about the history of this town. He doesn't want anyone to forget the agony of his ancestors… and possibly himself.
[Then player truly lost this character and continued the game on the Archon's emissary, Assamite named "Krait"].
Elena Markovich - Ventrue and the Prince's Childe, assigned by himself to kindly help Vivien with settling into her new place, introductions and investigations. Or alternatively… making sure she didn't learn more than an outsider should know.
[Elena is my girl]
I love how our chronicle evolves and we definitely want to go back to it and build theories about what the hell is going on. So I come home after the game and I want to tell my partner about the story, the relationship dynamics and the intrigue. But my story goes something like this: well, this dude, who is white-haired, no, who is ours, went there and met that other dude, but from another clan, the one who used to do it, and he doesn't like that one, because he hangs out with a group that they historically do not respect, and that other dude, who is with others, he is not with them, but with her….
So what's the problem and why he doesn't really understand is becoming more than obvious))))
It is very difficult for an uninformed guy in all these intrigues to orientate and it is difficult to tell about it. So I scribbled a scheme of who is who to whom, and then I and generally visited me the idea of designe it normal.
Some of them I didn't draw much, as they died somewhere early in the story and definitely won't be coming back. The antagonist side is still a work in progress + likely recruitment to the ranks is not that unrealistic)
Though there are rats among the Camarilla too… as if the Sabbat, Hunters and Inquisition aren't enough, then they're also at each other's throats. Typical Camarilla… they were told that we have a Blood Hunt, you must kill enemies (!!!!), and they are like: okay, but first I will strengthen my position by killing my allies, and then we'll see what to do with the enemies. Oh, yeah, the demons are sitting there watching with popcorn.
P.S.
By the way, if someone will seem that some of the characters remind some actors, it is not a coincidence). For our master it was sometimes easier to describe nps by creating an association for us.
#vtm art#vampire the masquerade#vtm camarilla#Chronical: Skeletones of Charleston#oc:elena markovich#ventrue#gangrel#bruja#giovanni#toreador#tremere#lasombra#assamite
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Adult Fernand is best drawn 2 ways :
Happy and cute
And PISSED AS FUCK
#Grand Vampire is a mess with adultery praise/forgiveness rushed love stories and unrealistic meetcutes with forced plot points (dammit Sfar)#but I still like kind of like it. it's funny and cute and feely at times#again I see it as a canon AU along/linked to the original comics (that are fake memories). the movie and the show are their own continuities#petit vampire#Grand Vampire#comics#drawing#lol#cute#happy#angry#blood#scary
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Kinktober - Day 29
Day 29 of the Kinktober list provided by @the-purity-pen
None of you are going to believe me but I did in fact manage to randomly draw Max Phillips on the day where a period kink was listed. I didn’t believe I drew it.
Prompt: Period Sex || Gender swap || food play
Character: Max Phillips
You never really thought you’d be into this.
The first time you’d heard about it, you’d been repulsed. You could barely stand being in your own body for five days every month, why the hell would you want someone fucking you - or even worse, putting their mouth on you.
Over the years though, as you grew and formed your own opinions and stopped taking every thought directly from others, that changed. You weren’t exactly into it, but you weren’t as vehemently opposed, either. You learned how to touch yourself on your period without making an awful bloody mess, figured out that orgasms could help with the cramps.
And then, Max.
In retrospect, you should have been a little bit more scared coming face-to-face with a real live, honest-to-god vampire.
But you weren’t.
You were a little apprehensive, sure, but not terrified like you should have been. Blame it on too much unrealistic porn or not enough love as a child or whatever you wanted, but your dominant emotion upon the realization your boss/casual hook-up/definite painful crush was a vampire was...excitement, honestly.
And he seemed more surprised by that than you were.
You didn’t want to be a vampire, at least not yet, but you were more than willing to fuck and eventually fall in love with one.
All that to say, the events of your life leading up to this moment were surprising.
Max had already known orgasms could help with cramps, he’d used it to his advantage before he met you. Even before the vampirification he’d had no problem with fucking a girl on her period, he just enjoyed it now.
The first time he brought it up, you reacted like you would have when it was first brought to your attention.
“You want to do what?” Max had that slimy salesman's smile plastered on his face, completely unphased by your reaction.
“You heard me. Look, you and I both know there’s a real simple and permanent solution to your cramps, but you won’t hear it so I have to come up with something else. Orgasms help with cramps, and you cannot seriously think that I of all people would be grossed out by some blood.”
He had a point, damn him.
It took a while for you to be comfortable with it, years and years of being told you were gross for something your body did naturally surfacing every time Max settled himself between your legs.
Max, for his part, was surprisingly patient about the whole thing. It wasn’t really obvious looking in from the outside, but once you - forcibly - peeled back the bloodsucking bastard exterior, your boyfriend was nice. You’d even call him sweet sometimes, although he almost always found a way to ruin that.
Finally one night your cramps were bad enough you couldn’t summon up the energy to be mortified, and Max was too excited to tease you about it. And he had been right, as much as it killed you to admit. You couldn’t even tell the difference once he got started, and it felt so much better after.
Max always had this slightly drunk look on his face whenever you could get him to pull his head from between your legs, like the taste of you was too much for his senses. The first time you saw his mouth covered in a messy smear of blood you could have died if it wasn’t for that look on his face.
After, once Max had had his fill and you were too boneless with pleasure to care about your cramps anymore, was when you got to see sweet Max. He would immediately clean you and himself up, wiping his face and washing his mouth out and disposing of the towel you insisted be put down even though he insisted he wasn’t a messy eater. Once he was done cleaning you got cuddly Max, an even rarer sight and even more appreciated than sweet Max. He would curl up to your side and pull you against him, a hot pad sandwiched between the two of you since he couldn’t provide the body heat you inevitably craved.
He wasn’t so bad in the end, as long as he kept his mouth shut.
“Can I call you my little blood-sicle, babe?”
Damn it.
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@knivesareout @writeforfandoms @gorgeousgrogu @leto-duke @marvelousmermaid
#tppkinktober2021#max phillips#max phillips x reader#max phillips x f!reader#max phillips fic#bloodsucking bastards#period kink
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But Please Don’t Bite - @doubleredweek Day 6
Read on AO3
The number one rule about the Bats is to always, always stay away from their fangs. It’s no secret that despite Bruce’s strict no killing rule they’re the most lethal of the pseudo super families.
The rule especially applies to the Arrows, wolves and vampires don’t mix; they tolerate each other at best. The years of petty bitching between Oliver and Bruce at every Justice League meeting should be proof enough of that.
Roy Harper however never found a rule he didn’t at least want to tamper with. Befriending Dick Grayson, a creature of the night not a creature of the hunt, had been his big teen rebellion, but oh boy that’s going to look like he stole a pack of gum and promptly returned it immediately out of guilt in comparison to this.
Because right now Jason Todd’s fangs aren’t just within spitting distance which he knows Oliver would consider risky enough, they’re pressed right up against his throat.
Roy’s not totally sure how he wound up here, not that he’s complaining in the slightest when Jason’s lips travel down to the base of his neck his fangs slipping out the tips just barely grazing Roy’s pale skin.
Teaming up with Jason in the first place had been an accident, a wrong place wrong time incident that Batman’s most complicated son helped him out of. From there he’d just kind of stuck, Jason didn’t necessarily need the help, but he didn’t turn it down either and Roy couldn’t seem to stop. It was fun working with someone whose style wasn’t exactly like his and Jason’s wry sense of humor and handsome face were nice to be around.
There was just something captivating about Jason that Roy couldn’t seem to step away from even though every lesson he’d ever been taught told him he should. Captivation quickly turned into a crush, a silly unrealistic crush a werewolf had on a vampire, which quickly then became something more. Roy found himself in so deep, so quickly he knew no matter what they were, no matter if Jason felt more than obvious mutual attraction to him, he was going to be sticking around for a long time.
So, here they are now with months’ worth of tension spilling out in a cold, dark alleyway with a pile of unconscious drug dealers stacked up on top of each other not ten feet away.
“Jaybird,” Roy says just as he nips at the delicate skin of Roy’s jaw, not quite enough to break the skin and draw blood but damn near close enough. The action makes him think of the speech he got from Oliver years ago, a warning about remaining on guard whenever a Bat was around.
“Just because he’s been training them all for years to reign it in doesn’t mean they aren’t creatures of habit,” he’d said. “They’re connected to their base urges just like we are. We can’t resist the moon when we lose focus, they can’t resist blood when they do.”
He groans, he really doesn’t want to be thinking about Oliver right now, and damn if Jason doesn’t seem wholly focused anyways.
“Don’t worry,” Jason says pausing his trail along Roy’s neck in favor of kissing him once, biting at Roy’s bottom lip when he pulls back. “I won’t bite,” he pauses again placing a slow gentle kiss on Roy’s jaw. “Unless you want me to.” He winks once at Roy before gently tilting Roy’s head to the side slowly working his way down the other side of his neck.
And sweet baby Jesus Jason bleeding him dry is the least of his worries he’s gonna die on the spot from his lips alone.
“No really Jaybird,” he says making absolutely no attempt to put a stop to it when Jason grips his waist tight and pulls him in closer pressing the length of his body right up against Roy firmly pressing him into the wall. “We should,” he pauses struggling to get through his intended sentence when Jason does something particularly pleasant with his tongue. “We should talk about what’s happening here.”
Jason pulls back his face still dangerously close to Roy’s. “I thought it was pretty obvious what was happening here.”
Roy huffs a little laugh reaching out a hand to delicately hold Jason’s sharp jaw. “I don’t mean this, this. I mean this in general,” he explains waving his other hand between them.
“So clear,” Jason says flashing his fangs a little when he smiles.
“Jay,” Roy says seriously, his words may be unclear, but Jason knows exactly what he means.
Jason sighs tilting his head up into the night air the glow of the moon, just a few days away from Roy’s time of the month, catching on the scar along his eyebrow and the white streak in his hair illuminating them. The motion causes Roy’s hand to slip down to Jason’s neck still holding lightly.
“You mean how vampires and werewolves aren’t supposed to mix and how your dad fucking hates my dad and they’ll absolutely both lose it if they find out about us?” Jason says his head tilting back down to look Roy in the eyes. The usual blue of his eyes is halfway gone being swallowed up by the vampire red that only comes out in anger or desire, a strange and mesmerizing purple line across them where the colors mix.
“I don’t give a fuck what they think, Bruce is always gonna be Bruce and let’s be real your dad just hates Bruce specifically, his issue isn’t with us,” Jason continues and Roy decides not to argue it. It’s technically true, Oliver doesn’t hate Dick or Jason or any of the other Bat kids but that doesn’t mean he’ll be thrilled if one of his kids starts sleeping with one of them. “Except maybe Damian, but Damian just kind of has that effect on people.”
Roy smiles amused, he actually kind of likes Damian as brash and rude as the kid can be.
“I guess they don’t really need to know if we start fucking in alleyways anyways, huh?” Roy says somewhat defensively protecting himself. He wants it to be more than just this, but he knows Jason isn’t exactly open to emotionally complex relationships. This might be all he’s willing to give. “Unless some siblings of yours catches us and blabs.”
Jason surprises him kissing him once on the lips light and soft not at all like the kisses they’ve been sharing since he punched out the last of the goons took one look at Roy and just pounced.
“You don’t have to do that,” he says and Roy just gives him an innocent look like he has no idea what Jason is talking about. Jason clearly doesn’t buy it. “You don’t have to act like this is just fucking in an alley. Which for the record we absolutely are not doing we may be nearly indestructible creatures of the night but I’m fairly certain there are some diseases down here that could very much take us both out.”
Jason leans forward touching his forehead to Roy’s keeping them close.
“I know I’m an emotionally stunted bloodsucker, but I’d like to try and not be with you,” he says closing his eyes. Up this close Roy can almost count every single one of his thick dark eyelashes. “Well the first part, can’t really do anything about the bloodsucking.”
Jason’s skin is cool to the touch just like it always is chilly fingers slipping under the edge of his vest. Roy’s warm hands stroke absentmindedly where they still rest on Jason’s ice-cold neck, it should make him shiver, should be such a contrast to the wildfire that always runs in his veins but Roy can’t feel it, he just feels warmer than he’s ever felt before.
“I’d say let me buy you dinner and then that sounds like a great plan, but you don’t eat,” Roy says with a chuckle leaning in once to press a quick kiss to Jason’s lips.
Jason snorts pulling back just a bit, but staying close. “How about you take me to blood bank?”
Roy nods pushing himself off the wall entangling his fingers with Jason’s. “A cold, clinical blood bank? How romantic,” he says swinging their arms back and forth as he drags them out of the alley.
He knows that sooner or later the fallout from this is going to cause an absolute shitshow incident between their families, but everything before and after that is going to be so much fun.
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Ch. 1
Pairing: Arthur Conan Doyle x Mina Van Gogh x Charles Henri Sanson
Tagging: @plumpblueberry @starry-starry-night24 @youreawizardharr (please let me know if you want to be tagged)
A/N: First new oc of the 12 Days of OCmas! Eventual poly-ship. All the Van Gogh siblings will make appearances in this fic!
The dark sky shielded all light from reaching the path outside of the city. Steady rain fell into her soaked form, seeping its cold down into her bones. Trudging along the cobblestones with water pooling in her boots, the young girl shivered. Winter weather wrapped in a rainstorm was not ideal for the long walk.
She exhaled, like dragon’s breath spilling from her mouth, it hung in the air. Mina’s steps sluggish with the numbness spreading across her frigid limbs. This was the only opportunity she’d been given to escape and get this close to the mansion.
Hesitating at the large double doors, she cast a worrying glance behind her. It wouldn’t be unrealistic to fear that someone might be following her. That’s how overprotective her eldest sister was, or rather, how controlling. If she found out, Mina didn’t know what punishment might await.
“How long are you planning on loitering at the door?” The harsh voice paired perfectly with narrowed violet eyes and an annoyed frown. He held the door at a crack, opposed to letting her in.
Mina only paused for a second. “I’m looking for Vincent.”
“Why?”
Why was this man so concerned? Perhaps she should admit that she was also a lesser vampire, but she chose not to. “I’m a friend of his. He’ll want to see me.” That was only half the truth, but it was enough to get her entry.
He demanded that she wait there, muttering under his breath as he walked away.
Alone, Mina investigated the entrance. The whole room warm and bright, like a real home. Not like the place that she lived, which was empty and dark. A stark difference. She let out a soft sigh, brushing her wet bangs away from her face.
“I heard we had a guest. What a pretty little skirt.” The curious man descended the stairs, sauntering up to her as if she were solely there to see him. A wicked grin grew on his lips. “Hello there, love. I’d be delighted to know your name.”
He was very close. Mina found it impossible to look directly at him. If she stared into those blue pools too long, she might absolutely drown. “I’m Mina.” Her voice failed her, barely above a whisper.
“Mina, I’m Arthur. It’s lovely to meet you. What brings you to our humble home?” He asked. She was nervous, pulse racing. Her gaze couldn’t settle. But no, he found no ill intent.
“I- well-”
“Broer, you shouldn’t meet with strangers. I can handle this.”
“It’s alright, Theo. They came all the way here. It must be important.”
Oh, she was not prepared.
All her psyching herself up sizzled out completely.
Arthur observed her behavior with mild curiosity. How interesting. “You’re familiar with Theo and Vincent, are you?” He kept hold of her hand, brushing his thumb gently across her knuckles. It must have been them that brought her here.
“Oh, Arthur, you’re here, too. Mozart said there was someone here for me,” Vincent said, his protective little brother right behind him. No one received visitors, so he’d been quite surprised.
Mina stiffened at his voice, one that she had terribly missed. But her fears overtook her. She needed a moment to calm down, that’s all.
“Oi, is that her?” Theo’s gruff tone did not aid in soothing her nerves.
She was so very grateful that neither of them could see her. Mina reached out a shaky hand to clutch Arthur’s jacket. Her head shook slowly. “I- help-please--” Her voice just loud enough for the mystery writer to hear.
He didn’t quite understand what was going on, but who was he to deny a lovely maiden in need. “I’m not sure,” Arthur replied to the brothers, tugging Mina forward protectively into his arms. “But this sweet skirt is here for me, and you’re frightening her terribly, Theo.”
“The hell did I do?” Theo asked, irritation laced in his voice.
“Well, I suppose it must not have been that important. I’m sorry we interrupted,” Vincent replied.
It hurt more than she realized. The dull ache in her chest turning sharp. Only once they’d gone could she breathe fully again. A gloved hand rested atop her head as a silent comfort. “Oh, I’m sorry-” She pulled away, heat flushing her cheeks.
“Let’s get you some dry clothes and then you can tell me all about why you’re here.” Arthur said, arm falling around her small shoulder, guiding her to his bedroom. What a curious situation he’d found himself in.
Only when the door to his bedroom close did Mina relax. My apologies, luv, but this is the smallest I could find. The clothes in her hands would be baggy, but she cared little when soaked to the bone. However, the trousers staying up would be quite the problem.
“Hmm, let’s try this,” Arthur said, still snickering at how tiny the woman looked in his clothes, and the hint of pink on her cheeks at his teasing was adorable. She’d be thrilling to play with, he thought. But first, he produced a pair of suspenders, clipping it to the front and back of the trousers and adjusting the length.
Mina was hyper aware of his hands occasionally brushing against her body. “Th-thank you. I’m sorry I dragged you into this,” She apologized. How embarrassing. He must think her some kind of coward.
The writer plopped on the chaise, patting the space beside him. “There’s no need for that beautiful face to have such a sad expression. I helped you because I wanted to, so there’s absolutely no reason for apologies. I am curious about your business with dear ole Vincent.”
His hypothesis currently was that she was a long-lost child. Her bone structure similar, and eye color the same cerulean blue. Physically, save for the raven locks, she fit the part. The only missing piece was that the author couldn’t fathom the gentle Vincent having a fling.
“No, I...” Mina couldn’t draw her gaze away from his, as if he were holding her there to peek at her darkest secrets. Besides, after all he’s done for her, lying would be rude. “I’m Willemina Van Gogh, the fourth child and youngest sister of the Van Gogh family, and I’m also a resurrected vampire, like my brothers and you.”
Arthur searched her but found no lies. She surely believed that she was a vampire, and it would account for how she managed to come to this mansion unimpeded. Most humans didn’t know this place existed. But what fun would it be to simply accept her word. A sly smirk spread across his lips. “Alright, then why don’t you just give me a little bite? You must be parched, after all.”
Mina flushed, surprised by his proposal. Since vampires were a well-kept secret, of course she couldn’t just say it was so. Something about his cheeky tone lit a fire of determination in her. “Alright. If you want proof, then I’ll bite you.”
“Ah, grand! No need to be shy,” Arthur teased, tilting his head to the side, and tapping his neck with his index finger. She was to do it, which absolutely thrilled the writer.
The room’s temperature rose. Mina leaned in slow, convincing herself that she’d be quick and not drink his blood. He smelled of ink and fudge, a strange but alluring mixture. A streak of smudged black ink showed some frustration from his work.
Deep blue irises studied the woman. “Something the matter, luv?”
She jumped at the sound of his voice, his adam’s apple bobbing as he spoke, drawing her in. Mina didn’t answer with words, instead sinking her fangs in. His warm blood coated her tongue, and a low moan escaped from the author’s lips, only making her desire to hear it more.
Mina could lose herself entirely with only a sample of his blood.
But she maintained self-control and pulled away, licking the last drops of the delicious nectar off her bottom lip.
Vampire bites were meant to soothe human prey. They stung, and then spread pleasure in order to subdue them into submission. It affected vampires similarly, except it tended to only make them crazed for each other.
Arthur was buzzing with desire. His features flushed, throat dry, and body burning with need for her blood. He hooked an arm around her waist, hauling her into his lap. Her cerulean irises begging for him to continue.
If only he’d locked his door before he’d begun this little game.
“Hey! Who the hell are you?” Theo had thrown the door open hard enough to knock it from its hinges. He’d heard from Mozart that there wasn’t two women in the mansion, only one.
Mina jerked back from Arthur’s embrace, falling promptly onto the floor. “T-theo!” She yelled in absolute embarrassment, forgetting entirely that he had little idea of who she was. All that swam through her mind was that he’d seen her so intimately with a man.
His eyes narrowed, trying to puzzle out why she knew his name.
One gentle but shocked voice covered all the others. Vincent hardly needed an introduction as he recognized her straight away. How could he forget his darling little sister of whom he’d been so close to?
“Will? You’re... alive?”
#ikemen vampire#ikevamp#ikevamp vincent#ikevamp theo#ikevamp arthur#ikevamp charles#ikevamp mina van gogh#ikevamp oc#new oc!
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“I wanna live life fast, I don't know how to slow down.”
full name: Kaiden “Kai” Leon Amari
city of origin: Atlanta, Georgia
age: 34
species: Werewolf
occupation: Owner of Moonlight Ink tattoo parlor, part-time boxer at 9 Round
faceclaim: Sinqua Walls
⇨ B I O G R A P H Y
Kaiden was born into a werewolf pack in the heart of Atlanta, Georgia. The younger of two sons, Kaiden and Kallen grew up thick as thieves; his brother was always his best friend and never seen as a rival. Kai’s father was an alpha werewolf for a modestly-sized pack in Atlanta and it was set in stone that Kal would take his father’s place before Kai was ever born. Their youth went as expected: Kal was kept on a short leash and Kai was free to run rampant. As the younger son, he had no promised responsibility to weigh on his shoulders or ruin his childhood. While his brother was stuck in classes on werewolf history, or stuffy meetings with local pack leaders, Kai was allowed to wander, run, and enjoy his childhood. He spent more time with their human mother, who had a wild streak of her own and was more than willing to indulge Kai in adventures. A lot of Kai’s early memories were spent out exploring dozens of local nature trails her, baking sweets for the entire pack, and spending the day at the local art supply store to encourage his love of drawing and sketching. In those moments, he learned about werewolf and pack life naturally, outside of textbooks and lectures, and decided from an early age that he would never join his father’s pack.
As they aged and matured, one thing became clear: Kaiden was a natural leader, with an electric sort of personality that drew people in, and Kallen just wasn’t. Kai was constantly in trouble at school for pranking his teacher, running amok in the classrooms, and convincing his classmates to get in on the action. He lettered in football and lived out the high school dreams that mirrored popular teen movies. Kai had popularity and infamy at his local school, a steady stream of girl and boyfriends available, a large friend group, and a good life. He rarely spent time around the pack and his father if he could help it, and he was happier for it.
Kai’s father actively demonstrated his disappointment in him as he got older but he never took it to heart; Kal was the golden boy, after all, and the one who was saddled by fate with their father’s unrealistic expectations. And Kai? He was a wildcard, a free spirit, and he would not be tethered to a pack that barely acknowledged his existence outside of “the alpha’s son” or “the future alpha’s brother”. Their father’s disappointment towards Kal was much more private and a heavy sort of tension that filled their house during his teenage years. Although not as close as when they were young kids, Kai loved his brother and always made time for him; the boys would disappear a couple times a month into an adventure of their own, outside of the watchful gaze of the pack, littering the back of Kal’s truck with cheap beer cans as they existed outside of any forced expectations of greatness.
And then Kallen came of age. As the eldest son of the alpha, his activation of the curse was scheduled around his twenty-fifth birthday if it didn’t happen accidentally before then. The entire thing felt cruel, scheduling the death of someone, and the weeks up to the ceremony were tense and awful. Kai found himself crashing on friends couches just to avoid being home, unable to sleep in his own bed due to the heavy emotions around the Amari house. The night before Kal’s ceremony, he showed up at the couch Kai was currently surfing on, their pickup packed to the brim, and asked him to leave town with him. Kai never hesitated. He had already graduated high school and was working at a local tattoo shop after interning there, but had no other obligation to town besides his mother. He broke up with his girlfriend via text, climbed through his window to grab his letterman and a couple of other relics of his childhood, and hit the road.
They drove through the night and made it to Ohio by breakfast time. From there, the brothers lived week to week in different towns, cities, and areas. Kal had amassed a large savings account that Kai had no idea about, and it funded their road trip throughout the country. He kept in contact with his mother, of course, updating them vaguely after they had cleared an area and were already onto the next stop. Kal seemed like a new person without their father bearing down on him, and their bromance re-kindled on the road as they were allowed to just exist, carefree and young and stupid.
Until the accident. Kai doesn’t talk about how he was triggered, or even mention a having a brother, but one day they were on their way some festival inside Salem, and the next day they were werewolves. The activation of the curse brought up a lot of old feelings and drama, and Kai knew that his brother had changed in more ways than one. It only took a couple of weeks before Kal left him a note, an envelope full of cash, and a broken heart. He had left in the middle of the night, again, to return to their family.
Kai was furious. He allowed his anger to crackle at his bones and it kept him in wolf form for almost a month. Every time he tried to change back to his human form the rage simmered and stoked something in him that was too emotional and human to feel on two legs. He kept the money, spiteful but not stupid, and travelled to Atlantic City. After using his wolf senses to cheat his way through a casino, he had enough money to try to settle down and start over. Living life on the road lost its luster without his brother, and he was tired of feeling so angry.
New Orleans had meant to be a boozy pit stop to drown his sorrows in. Kai quickly fell in love with the city, especially the gritty, messy parts that escaped the light shed on the city by tourism. He was charmed, and for the first time in too long felt compelled to stay somewhere longer than a week or two. Kai avoided the supernatural scene for as long as possible, but the city was chalk full of power struggles, turf wars, and aimless wolves that needed taken care of even in times of “peace”.
Kai caused a lot of fights when he first arrived. After nearly coming to blows with a vampire that looked at him the wrong way, a strange offer had been given: a membership at a local boxing club. The 9 Round became a healthy way for Kai to try to channel his rage and aggression, and he soon became a staple member at the club and improved some of his inter-species relations. Kind of.
Despite the his decades of struggles, Kai was an alpha’s son, born to lead, and the draw of pack life eventually called to him. Leadership fit him like a glove, and after a messy battle with a complacent alpha, Kai found himself in charge for the first time in his life.
Kal had continued to wire him money after the betrayal, and Kai hadn’t touched any of it until he needed it. It was enough for him to start is own business, Moonlight Ink, in one of the grungier parts of town. During the first couple of months Kai lived in the storage loft above the business to save money. A natural artist, the shop quickly grew popular with locals. Kai had the unfair advantage of werewolf senses, and his line work, shading, and inventive techniques soon gained infamy in the area. They were known specifically for glow in the dark tattoos, using non-traditional mediums, and insane geometric line work that could nearly cross eyes. The parlor had to move to house enough chairs for additional artists and clients into a nicer part of town.
Kai laid down roots, and the city responded with a love he hadn’t felt in a long time. No longer on the run, he could openly converse with his mother and old friends from town. His father never cared much for him, after all, and why would he start now with the golden boy home? He had grown immensely since his arrival. No longer a child, or in his brother’s shadow, he could hype up his pack brothers and sisters without making any of the mistakes of his father. All of Kai’s mistakes were definitely his own, and usually a result of his awful temper. His pack was his family, his new, chosen family that he could keep from fucking up, and he took his responsibility very seriously. That didn’t mean that he would be a stick in the mud alpha, though. After all, what was life without a little bit of chaos and blood?
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- impulsive, aggressive, chaotic
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nAdDy sEnpAi if you’re still doing ikevamp matchups, could you do mine pleaseee 👉🏼👈🏼, school’s been really hectic and i need a pick me up 😔😔 here’s my updated info hehe 😚
I’m a female on the libra-scorpio cusp and a Slytherin, I used to be an ENFP but now I’m an INFP. Appearance-wise, I’m 5'2, i’ve brown eyes and caramel brown hair. I also wear glasses and I’m also quite tanned from being out in the sun all the time.
Personality-wise:
- I can be really enthusiastic about stuff I’m really interested in, such as history (especially world war history), sciences (but physics is trash to me) and anime (I’m a closet nerd hehe) .
- I can be really ambitious and competitive, and I would sometimes place unrealistic expectations on myself, leaving me mentally exhausted and stressed, but like i place these unrealistic measures on myself to strive to be the best
- I do try to chill and take it slow, but you know, sometimes i just can’t 😅
- I’m quite an open book to all my close friends
- I also tend to be really possessive, like I dont like people purposely trying to steal my friends (it happened a lot of times before) and i hate it when someone randomly butts into a conversation i’m having with anyone, especially if it’s a deep conversation
- I can be really awkward around people i don’t click with, but around people i click with, i can be pretty wild and will be able to hold conversations with.
- I tend to procrastinate a lot, and people say i look intimidating but i don’t feel like I’m intimidating.
- I can be really sensitive to other’s emotions and i tend to put others before me, so like my close friend always told me that i’m too much of a giver, like I try to please everyone else and ignore myself
- My love languages are physical touch and quality time
- I can’t stand people who are attention seekers or just aim to be public nuisances as i feel that they’re just really irritating and it gets on my nerves, especially those people who are just doing stupid things to be popular (which is lowkey why i think tiktoks dances are dumb, like seriously i dont get the hype, but i do like tiktok meme videos tho)
- I listen to a lot of different genres of music, but i especially love classics (mozart and chopin are my favourites) and pop.
- I can really insecure at times, because i always feel that every other girl out there is better than me and i’m just a plain and ugly, and partially because i got bullied when i was younger about my appearance
- I like dressing up and putting on makeup occassionally, but i do act like a tomboy most of the time (ie. I hate skirts, like i really dont like them and i have no idea why, but jeans are supreme).
- I also love playing the piano and singing as well, even though i’m not that good at it :D
- People tell me that I’m very curious and persistent, constantly pushing until i get answers, but i do know my limits.
- I’m also very passionate about things I love, and i would do anything to protect people that i care and love.
- I’m also very affectionate and supportive towards my close friends and people i love. - I do have trust issues and I often feel like i do not deserve love and that I hate people who betray my trust.
- I’m ok with pda, but not anything overly affectionate, like hand-holding and kissing is ok, but not making out 😳😖
- I also tend to be pretty forgettful, and i’ll not eat for hours to get my work on hand done (whoop pretty unhealthy but :0)
- I’m also really sarcastic when i want to be, and i can’t hold a poker face to save my life (i swear i always start laughing like 2 seconds in) and I tend to sass people a lot, especially if I’ve had a bad day
- I’m also pretty fiesty and I hate people stereotyping me for my gender (i.e like when someone says that “oh you’re pretty good for a girl”) like what does my gender have to do with my ability? Like there is zero correlation
- My sense of humour is kind of twisted at times but i really love memes and i tend to crack inappropriate jokes sometimes
- I’ve been told that i come across as really flirty to some guys but it’s because i can be really touchy feely to my friends
- I’m also quick to anger, especially if i have a bad day, i hate people who nag and i hate people who put down others
- I’m kind of touch-starved, so i really like hugs and cuddles, but I’m also ticklish so my friends tend to tickle me when hugging me
- I can be a daydreamer at times, like I would get stuck in my own fantasy world when i shouldn’t 😂😂
- I’m also a drama queen around my friends, I dont have a lot of them in real life because of some rumours that others spread, so i only have a close circle of friends i really treasure and would do anything for them
- I also tend to bottle up all my anger and negative thoughts, and would sometimes like explode on others even though I don’t mean to
- Sometimes I don’t really think before I say or act, which is why sometimes I can come off as a bit rude or unfeeling but it’s just me and my impulsiveness
Fun Facts:
- i really love food, especially sweets (dark chocolate and dango is my life)
- i really hate horror movies (I’m usually pretty brave, but horror movies just get to me so much ergh) but i love chick flicks and adventure flims
- I’m also a hopeless romantic, which is why even little romantic gestures can make my heart flutter
- My hobbies are reading, writing and shooting (only air-rifle though)
- I used to be pretty athletic, I still am, but to a lesser extend now, because i injured my left knee playing volleyball in the past. It’s on it’s road to recovery, but it still hurts quite badly when i overexert myself.
- I love artic foxes and cats, dogs are too energetic for me 😅
- I’m also a sneaker hoarder and I love collecting and wearing sneakers hehe, heels are like torture devices for the feet i dont care even if they make me taller
- Coffee over tea anyday, no offense to peoples who like tea, but a fresh cup of brewed coffee is one of the best things in the world 😚
- I’m really terrible at drawing, I’m not gonna kid you. When i was younger, my art teacher threatened to fail me because im really terrible at drawing. 😂
- I’m also very injury-prone and a bit clumsy, which caused me to have bruises occasionally
- I’m kinda bad and math and physics, but like if you take your time to explain to me then I’ll understand a bit more lol, my best subject is like chemistry
- my ideal date would just be cuddling with my boyfriend, and either watching a movie together or bookshop date hehe
uwu i would be super grateful and happy if you did my matchup uwu thank you sm sending you all my love and hugs and cuddles 🥰💖💕
Hi hi, lia! ❤I’m so happy ya requested! 😆Hehe, I hope you enjoy it love, and I hope this cheers ya up! Love ya lots, and I hope you enjoy it! ❤😊
So I match you with……………. Isaac
Oh, the first time Isaac spotted you in the dining room, introducing yourself to everyone, he was paralyzed with fear. You quite possibly looked more intimidating than anyone he has ever met in his whole entire life, and that’s saying a lot considering you were standing right next to his pure blooded vampire, sire. Comte spotted Isaac hiding behind the doorway of the dining room, peaking in to catch a glimpse of their new guest. You instantly turned around when you heard the blond vampire beckon, someone closer, whose name you know all too well. He had been the cause of endless amounts of math and science homework over the years.
Your eyes locked with his for a split second, but moments after you met his rosy eyes he darted them to the ground. “I-s-saac Newton, n-nice to meet you.” You gave him a shy smile and took his outstretched hand and shook it, before you could even say a word, Arthur budded in and interrupted. An action which caused you to feel slightly irritated, Isaac looked up at your face and saw that you were starting to become awkward with being the centre of attention. The two of you still held hands when the physicist decided to pull you into the kitchen with him to give you a moment of peace. You smiled when he is a very soft meek voice confessed that he didn’t really like crowds or loud people, a little fact that the two of you bonded over. And before you knew it, you and Isaac were now sitting in the kitchen chatting away in a deep conversation about your mutual dislike of overcrowded places, bullies and plain old public nuisances.
The next day you decided to curiously explore the mansion. You came across a great big library, and you felt as excited as a kid on Christmas day. They had every and any book you could possibly wish for. You decided to spend the day doing something you absolutely loved, and that would be... reading. You had found yourself an old outdated science book, and you were honestly so fascinated at how little had changed in terms of scientific principles over the years. You were so invested in the book you were reading you didn’t even hear Issac walking in. He was on the hunt for his little hedgehog.
You were awoken from your book reading trance when you heard the sound of a vase smash against the floor. Startled you turned your head towards the loud crash only to see a very distressed looking Isaac. You are naturally sensitive to other emotion, and very much a giver, so it only took one glance at Isaac’s troubled face to prompt you into action. You noticed that he had cut himself on the fallen vase and he was now down crouched on the floor trying to retrieve his terrified hedgehog, who had gotten himself caught at the bottom of one of the large bookcases.
Wordlessly you laid on the floor beside Isaac and peered under the bookcase, when you spotted little Harry cowering in the dark corner tangled in a ball of wool. Your hands and arms were much smaller than Issac’s, so you were easily able to reach under the bookcase and secure the little hedgehog. Both of you sat up as you cradle the scared little animal in your hands, trying to untangle the wool that was wrapped around his body. “My God, Harry, I was worried sick about you, please never disappear like that again.” both you and Isaac breathed a sigh of relief at the now rescued critter.
That is when you looked up and noticed that Harry wasn’t the only hedgehog who had been injured, “Isaac, your hand!” You stood up and offered Isaac a hand up, you then gently took his hand in yours and led him to your room. You sat him down on your bed and gently started treating the injury as Harry had made himself comfortable, now sleeping on your pillow. While treating Isaac’s injury, you started chatting away with him. You could see him blushing profusely from embarrassment so you decided to tell him about the book you were reading before the whole fiasco. At the mention of the science book, Isaac instantly perked up and met your enthusiasm ten fold. After his wound was wrapped and treated, the two of you sat in deep conversation for the second time that week, chatting all about science and your mutual love for the subject. And that my dear friend is how you and Isaac had become good friends
Since that day, it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to be sitting across from each other in the library, reading away. Usually, Harry would be nestled in your lap as you and Isaac enjoy a quiet afternoon together. Some afternoon the two of you would just simply sit in silence and read while other afternoons were filled with laughter and conversation between the two of you cuties.
As the days went on Isaac had noticed a very curious fact about you, and that was how forgetful you were. He had noticed that you would go hours and hours without eating or drinking something which strangely enough, was the exact opposite of him, who required minimum routine of five meals a day. It was this curious observation that had started the habit of the two of you dining together every day. Something which both of you really enjoyed, especially now that the two of you were determined to find the best sweets in all of Paris. Every day without fail, at lunchtime you and Isaac would go out to town to try a new cafés for lunch and sweet. These café crawls usually involved Isaac showing you around Paris, visiting book stores together and leisurely walking beside the Seine. You honestly loved spending time with this hedgehog, who had seemed to have completely opened up to you.
Isaac loved your inappropriate jokes and twisted humour and would bust out into uncontrollable laughter whenever you would crack a joke. One time as the two of you were sitting on the fountain’s edge eating some ice cream, you saw a man falling up stairs. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t keep a poker face, it just wasn't in you, especially when Isaac had just witnessed the exact same scene and was now looking at you and snickering. Of course, being the sweet angels you were, you rushed to see if the man was alright, however, your walk home with Isaac was filled with jokes and endless laughter of the days events.
Ooh how Isaac had fallen head over heels for you, his favourite thing in the world was to hear you sing and play the piano. He would silently walk into the piano room whenever you played, and just let the beautiful sounds wash away his weariness of the day. He would shower you with endless compliments, even more so, when you would deny them, saying that you aren’t that good. These playful little banter fights usually end with him tickling you. He usually won’t give up until you admit that you are the best singer and piano player in the whole mansion. Cue Mozart walking in like challenge accepted.
The night Isaac finally confessed his feeling for you was on, one warm summers night. The night started of with Isaac taking you out to watch a musical concert. He knew just how much you love music. Before he had met you, he had never really bother taking the time to listen to music, as he had always been far to absorbed with his own work, to stop and smell the flowers. However since meeting you, he found himself utterly enjoying going to the opera and musical concerts and letting himself just get absorbed by the sound of music. He loved the way your eyes gleamed as you watched and listened to the performance.
After the concert, he lead you out into the garden, where his telescope had been all set up. The two of you sat together and stargazed while Mozart played some romantic classical music in the background, which was arranged by the resident hedgehog himself. Somewhere between the beautiful sight of the stars and the gentle melody playing in the background. Isaac build up the courage to finally reveal to you just how madly in love he was with you. He then produced a bunch of red roses out of thin air and resting in the roses was a card with a hand-drawn meme ( courtesy of Sabastian) asking you in the most hilarious way to stay in the past with him. The two of you met in a sweet kiss and the rest of the evening was spent cuddled in each other’s arms under the stars.
Both of you are pretty touch starved creatures, so expect to be cuddled, snuggled, kissed and hugged whenever Isaac comes across you. Like if Isaac spots you in the garden hanging laundry he will give you the biggest hug from behind, kiss your neck and then tell you how much he loves you, before he is off with Napo to teach the children.
Don’t worry about your impulsive behaviours, bottled up emotions or a quick temper. Isaac might be new to the whole human behaviour thing but he is very in-tune with your emotions and he will instantly pick up when you are feeling upset or angry. He will aim to fix every and all problems immediately, especially if it is causing you hurt or upset. This also counts for when you are over stressing yourself, about putting too high an expectation on yourself. If he sees you getting angry, stressed or frustrated, he will pull you into his arms and gently stroke your hair, you can’t be angry when you are being so gently held and loved. Isaac will sit an listen to all your troubles.
He always encourages you to communicate whenever you are having negative emotions so he can help you through it the best way he knows how, with cuddles. He would usually make you a cup of coffee and pull you into his lap and cuddle you, as you unpack everything and anything that had upset you that day. He will patiently listen and leave small little kisses on your cheeks to remind you that he is there for you and will support you no matter what
He loves your competitive side, even more so when you use it to win a bet and beat Arthur. HE also loves how open-minded you are. The two of you often teach each other new skills, for example, you have been teaching Isaac how to shoot while Isaac has been patiently teaching you maths and science.
He low key loves how possessive you are and is just as possessive over you. He absolutely adores you and will remind you of that every single day.
He loves holding your hands and giving you small kisses on the cheeks whenever the two of you go out together. He honestly can’t believe it when you feel insecure about the way you look, “You are honest to God, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” Will tickle you and shower you with kisses and loving words whenever you are feeling insecure about yourself.
He will always snicker when your feisty side comes out. Like whenever you sass the men at the banquets for spewing gender based stereotypes and being ignorant. Once they have been put in their place, Isaac while still laughing at the hilarious smack-down you just gave the ignorant men will always give you the sweetest kisses, “God, I love you so much.”
Isaac legit loves everything about you from your quick temper to your clumsy streak. You best be sure this hedgehog is ganna be right by your side whenever you clumsily injure yourself. He will legit sweep you off your feet and nuzzle into your neck, all while making sure you didn’t injure yourself too severely.
This boy loves you to the moon and back and would do anything to make you happy. If you are overexerting your injured knee you best be sure he will piggyback you to his room and do everything in his power to ease away the pain. Even if that means taking a soothing hot bath with you.
Often the two of you cuties can be found cuddled together, each reading their own book. Both your love languages are physical touch and quality time so Isaac is happiest when you are nestled near him simply spending some good quality time together.
Other potential matches…………. Comte
I hope you have the best day lia! Sending ya all the hugs! ❤❤🌻 @i-sleep-like-napoleon
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Okay BUT (and hear me out on this): NEW WRITING CHALLENGE. VAMPIRE Michael feeds on you a bit and then just kind watches it run out of you and ends up slathering it all over himself because he loves how you smell and wants to smell it forever so he rubs it in like it’s a perfume before he eats you the fuck out BYE 🌽🌽🌽🌽
I KNOW YOU SENT THIS A FEW WEEKS AGO AND I STILL HAVEN’T COMPLETED THE FIRST ONE I AM.. TRASH.
AND I’m mad at myself for not finishing the other one you sent yet so I’m gonna finish this one for you in the mean time. ANYWAY. ILYSM!
ALSO FUN FACT: I WORKED ON THIS WHILE I WAITED TO BE CALLED FOR JURY DUTY.
BUT here we go
Warnings: BLOOD KINK, oral (female receiving)
You were laying on ivory silk sheets, stripped down to nothing but a lacy lingerie set Michael had gotten you. There was no surprise as to what was coming, yet that just made the anticipation in your stomach double over.
Michael stood at the foot of the bed, bare torso, a pair of black jeans hanging low on his hips. You fought hard to keep your eyes off the light trail of hair that led into the waistband of his pants.
With a sharp gaze, he watched over you. He was able to see, hear, feel, and almost, taste the blood pulsing through your heart. His attention was focused on a vein you had above your collarbone - pulsing for him him a neon sign. It was like your body was made for him, Made for him to feast on - in more than one way.
He wanted nothing more than to feel your hot blood quench his dry throat. Thoughts of your sweet taste made his mouth water.
The room had been silent for too long yet neither one of you wanted to break away from the intimacy of this silent dance. Michael began to climb on to the bed, kneeling in between your legs. His cold fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, snapping them back; just for a reaction out of you. You drew in a sharp breath, snapping your head up to meet his clear blue eyes.
No matter how many time you found yourself in this place, you still couldn’t wrap your mind around how unrealistically beautiful the man hovering above you was. The candles that burned vigorously in the room made his golden locks appear ashier than they were. As he began to lean down, his hair framed his sharp cheekbones.
Your body trembled at the bare brush of his fingers over your stomach. Michael chuckled softly; not so much humor in his laugh in comparison to amusement.
“Still okay with this?” he tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, his eyes never leaving yours. While he meant his question, but he still hoped with every part of him that you’d continue to be okay with this. In reality, you were more than okay.
You reminded him constantly about how oddly erotic you found this to be. Being used in such a manner turned you on more than you’d care to admit. Fueling this man - this monster, fueled something completely different in you.
“Yes, Michael.” you nodded as your hips wiggled on the bed, anticipation growing. He could tell you were almost as antsy, as needy, as he was for this.
He laughed again, this time ending with a smile that exposed his pearly white fangs for you. That alone made the blood that was pumping in your body rise in temperature. Your whole body felt on fire and you hadn’t even started.
Michael finally brought his plump lips to your collarbone. He sponged a wet open mouthes kiss to the spot; a gentle reminder of how much he loved you. You closed your eyes and awaited the moment you knew was coming.
Three full heart beats pass before Michael breaks your skin, puncturing it with his fangs. Dark, sweet blood immediately starts pouring into his lips as he gently sucks on the now exposed wound. Your airy gasp is covered my the primal moans that come from Michael.
The pain that comes with it, quickly washes away as his mouth is placed on you. As he feeds on you, his left hand is secured at your hip, keeping you in place. Your chest rises and falls slowly as the blood trickles into his mouth.
He can feel his head spinning in ecstasy as he feeds on you. Your smell fills his senses and he knows he can never get enough of you. Reluctantly, Michael pulls his head away from your cut.
Slowly, blood begins to flow out of the spot he fed from. It slowly oozes down your chest, covering the top of your breasts in the hot fluid. Michael’s eyes are glued to it. Glued to the way the blood falls off the curve of your chest, dropping to the perfect off-white surface of his silk sheets. The stark contrast of the blood on the silk is a sharp one.
Both his index and middle finger drag along your opening. It’s slow and sensual as he licks his lips watching your blood coat his fingers.
The blood dragged from your flesh to his fingers like honey. It was hot and thick. Not being able to have enough of you; Michael began to spread your blood over his naked chest. Streaks of crimson covered his porcelain skin as he smeared your blood on his own collarbones and wrists. As if your blood were his favorite scent (which if you asked him, he’d say it was) he dosed himself with you. Just as he had marked you as his - he now marked himself as yours.
The patterns he painted on himself didn’t seem to hold a meaning to you. He simply freehanded the sticky scarlet substance on himself.
He drew in a long breath, tilting his head back as he inhaled you. The scent of your blood was not the only thing he could smell off you. Your aching cunt was drenching your panties.
“I can smell you,” he lowered his head, licking at the spot that trickled blood. His fangs grazed over your breasts as he trailed his head down lower and lower, making sure to kiss all the way down your torso. His curls fell over his shoulders and brushed your skin, sending a heated shiver down your body. “All of you,” he peeked up at you from his dark lashes when his mouth was met with the waistband of your panties.
A pathetic whimper went past your lips. Indescribably needy, he thought. He tsked his tongue and hooked his teeth on your panties, pulling them slightly down. The bulge in his pants proceeded to harden to the point that he had to shift uncomfortably on the bed for the smallest amount of friction. You were like a dream; glowing by the candlelight, dripping in more than one sense for him.
“Up” he commanded for you to raise your hips for him to tug your panties down your legs. He grabbed on to your thighs, pulling them apart and exposing your pulsing wet pussy.
“God.” he sighed, dipping his head once again to meet your throbbing core. “Stay still for me, baby,” he spoke in a low sultry voice. You could tell by the dark look in his eyes that he was driven completely by lust.
His blood coated tongue swiped a broad stripe down your slit, collecting your wetness. You let out a sigh of release with the first touch he gave you. “Please,” you begged, looking into his eyes. You could see his tongue was tainted with your blood.
“Shhh,” he cooed, parting your leg further. His head was nestled between your thighs as he continued to eat you out. He felt your thighs tremble around his head, but he relentlessly continued. You felt the tip of his tongue begin to play with your clit as he circled and sucked on it. He pulled your clit with his lips, before releasing you.
Your blood continued to trickle down on to your body from your trembling. Michael noticed the messy trail of blood that led up your torso and he pulled away from your pussy, only to lick one, slow, long, drag of his tongue up your stomach to wipe off the blood.
“Fuck,” you gritted your teeth, feeling closer and closer to the edge.
Michael smiled into your flesh as he heard you curse. He began to kiss your pussy, using his tongue to part your folds. He curled his tongue inside you, fucking you with his sinful mouth.
As you felt yourself begin to reach your breaking point, your hands flew to his head to keep him there. You pushed his head down on your pussy, surprisingly yourself (and Michael) with your sudden burst of assertiveness. He couldn’t help but moan into you as you finally released on his tongue. You chanted his name over and over like a prayer as you came all over his tongue.
In more ways than one, Michael had devoured you.
You were still trembling on the bed as he kissed up your body as to soothe you as you came down from the intensity of your orgasm. He ran the tip of his nose along your jaw, feeling your pulse. You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his hips to yours, melting in his kiss. The faint taste of your blood and cum still on his tongue. You were intoxicated by him.
“Fucking delicious,” he rutted his hips into yours, taking your bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard enough to draw blood.
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God me too, thanks for requesting!
Err... I guess warning for blood/biting? It’s vampire time guys. I guess I will rate it Lime just because... No restrictions for me lol.
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“A-Are you sure?” he asked, his hesitation canceled out by the fact he was practically hanging over you already, mouth close enough to your ear to make you shudder. “I-I might change my mind if you don’t hurry up, Julian.”
You could hear him gulp, his hands caressing your arms up and down. Maybe it was an effort to calm you, maybe he needed to be calmed himself, you didn’t know. He leaned over you, sitting on the edge of your bed with your body propped onto the pillows carefully. With his coat covering you two it got almost unbearable hot between your both bodies, even though it wasn’t the hotness you had expected to happen that night.
Actually, you weren’t even sure anymore what you had expected. Certainly not that the charming doctor in the corner of the tavern, throwing seductive glances at you as much as he sipped on his Salty Bitter would end up far from being your typical human doctor. You two had hit it off pretty well, a drink here, some kisses on the next night. Getting kicked out on the third night for the little groping here and there, spending the time together at the shore until he vanished with the rising sun.
Who would have thought that this charming, young men would turn out as something... much sinister. It shook you as you glanced down to his teeth biting down on his own lip. The white was way too long, way too sharp to belong to a human and your slightly intoxicated state of mind didn’t make what was about to happen any less scary for you.
You felt one of his hands come up, thumb driving down your neck. Unsure if he was feeling for pulse or if he was checking how your skin felt under his way too cold touch, you swallowed too, leaning your head to the side. If only you had ever touched him without clothes in the way, it may have told you what he was.
But you had agreed anyway, even when he had told you he was a vampire.
His free hand slung around your body, holding you tightly in place while he brought down his lips, kissing your previously inspected neck tenderly. “Sometimes it hurts, but I’ll make sure to be quick, my Dearest!” he stated almost apologetic, but the underlying enthusiasm was undeniable.
Gripping your hands into the coat over his back, you opened up the area by slinging your arms over his shoulders. Pinching the eye closest to where he was going to bite, you couldn’t help biting your own lips while the anticipation bundled in your stomach, ready to burst. All that you could think about was ‘Why did I agree to this?’ and ‘How could I even let it come this far?’
But it was far too late now to back out of something you didn’t even know how he drew you into doing it in the first place. Something about him must have enchanted you, letting you submit to this idea unwillingly in the back of your mind.
In some way, it was like getting pricked with a needle, but times four and in a very sensitive part of your body. You were unable to hold back the gasp escaping you while it was hard to breathe as he bit down further into your skin. You wanted to trash and get him off but you were helplessly hanging in his fangs while Julian was drawing blood.
If you could have seen him, you might have seen the tired, apologetic gleam in his eyes, but you were unable to. The only thing you could do was claw your hands into his back, tearing at the fabric while you wanted nothing more than it being over.
He had been right: It did sting a tiny little bit, even if it only was for the first few moments of the whole ordeal. He wasn’t quick, however, and you were sure to reprimand him for that later. Soon enough, the light-headedness set in, your hands losing strength as you sunk into his hold more and more. It got easier to breathe again, even a small groan escaping you - for better or for worse.
Because it seemed to make Julian snap out of it, teeth releasing from your neck rather rapidly and uncomfortably, how you found. Your mind was blurry and hazy, almost unable to understand what was going anymore, and you weren’t sure if the wet you were feeling was your blood running down your skin or his tongue licking up the wounds, but you didn’t so much care anymore either.
Carefully, he placed you back into your bed, with his arm retracting to not hinder you in laying down properly. “I am so sorry,” you heard him whine, hand coming up to brush some hair out of your face. Either he had grown warmer or you had gotten colder while this happened, but you leaned into his hand, even bringing your own up to cup his. “Could have been worse...” you slurred, eyes closing while your breathing steadied.
“I promise I’ll be out here right now, I am so sorry for having done this to you-”
“No!” you whined, eyes springing open again. “Promise you’ll be here when I wake up...”
You could see him swallow hard, biting his lip again. As if he was worried about something that your tired mind didn’t understand at that moment. “We shouldn’t stay together-”
“Schsch,” you hushed him, letting your arm fall to the side, pointing into the room.
“Just close the curtains...”
The last thing you heard was his unrealistic, beautiful chuckle before you felt his hand fall into yours. “As you wish.”
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Okay Castlevania Season 3 Thoughts
I’ve been watching it on/off for the past four days since I got busy at points but I just finished it about a hour ago.
(seems like everyone is either shitting on it or liked it lol)
Okay so, it was a fun season as someone who’s played (about half??? ish?????) of the series’ games. There’s a ton of easter eggs and nods, particularly the biggest ones being The Infinite Corridor (of Curse of Darkness fame) and Legion (I’ve only battled them in two games, one being SOTN). I didn’t realize it was Legion until they all started flying up in the air though lol. I’m very much glad that they weren’t all naked though dodndodn. Also the monsters!!! Very good!!!! I loved the Cthulhu one and they even included some of his in game attacks AND THE ANGELS UGHHHHH THEY WERE SO COOL AND THEY HAD THE GAME MUSIC PLAYING TOO
anyways I digress
Okay so plot line wise! I think Issac and Trevor/Sypha’s plotlines were the strongest imo. Just mostly because they both had the most screentime out of the four plotlines.
I don’t think either Alucard’s or Hector’s plotlines were particularly weak (or as weak as people are making them out to be). I think the problem is that since this is a twenty minute episode show, most of the build up shown in their plotlines won’t really pay off until the next season.
Hector is most likely going to go through his Curse of Darkness arc next season, likely whenever Issac launches his assault on the castle- and him being manipulated is the beginning of his arc. He basically realizes at the end of s3 that “Hey, I’m being way too trusting because every single time I place my trust in someone- I get used in the end so I should stop.” And so I think Issac might end up helping Hector unknowingly or unwillingly whenever he reachs Carmilla’s castle but that remains to be seen.
Alucard wise- yeah that sucked but it was needed (though I won’t necessarily agree it should’ve been in that way). I think it’s the beginning of his arc toward the SOTN and later games. The only humans he’s ever known was his mother and Sypha and Trevor and it’s here I’d like to draw a interesting parallel to Sypha and Alucard this season. Both by the end have their expectations betrayed because both unrealistically believe that monsters are bad and humans can never stoop down so low- and are proven very much otherwise by the end of their arcs. Between Castlevania III and SOTN, Alucard is said to have been sleeping the entire time. By SOTN, the only reason he wakes is because something happened in Dracula’s castle. If these are the events that lead up to him putting himself to rest for over a hundred years, I don’t blame the dude.
I’d like to also point to a post I saw earlier drawing parallels between Jesus and Alucard. There’s way too many parallels between them to not say there’s no connection, and that whole post is a good read for anyone interested in it (here’s the link). Anyways, the post points out as of right now, we’re at the point where Jesus is betrayed by his own disciple, Judas gives him the kiss of betrayal, and then Jesus is crucified. Likewise, we have Alucard being betrayed by his own students/disciples, he’s given a kiss of betrayal, and then crucified in literally the same position Jesus was. What happens next in the Bible is Jesus being placed in a tomb (assumed to be dead) and he ‘rests’ for three days and then rises and washes humanity of their sins (very much a brief bad retelling of the Bible but anyways). What’d make the most logical sense is that in Season 4, Alucard lays down to rest only to wake up at the events of Rondo of Blood/SOTN, and then ‘save humanity’ or in this case, Richter- the descendant of the one and only Trevor Belmont- thereby finishing the ‘Jesus Arc.’ While I don’t agree too much on how Ellis went about it, I can see how and why he set up Alucard’s storyline like he did- and it’d be unfair to say that I didn’t see it coming. There’s some really off lines they say at the beginning of the season which already made suspicious of those two, so it’s not exactly like it came out of nowhere- especially given their backstory (though they took it to a extreme I wouldn’t have thought they would).
Other characters wise, god I should’ve seen it coming but I’m sad about the judge character (anyone who follows me knows how into AA I am currently). He seemed so nice, but I realized that was over as soon as he told the monk dude to go to the apple tree because I was like “there’s no way there isn’t a trap for him there.” And then when they showed him falling into the pit, I was like WHELP THAT KID FROM EARLIER IS DEAD. Ugh I hate he’s a serial killer (and may have done more? Don’t want to think about it) and he collects their shoes uGHHH COOL BUT I WISH I KNEW EARLIER I WAS LEGIT GOING TO DRAW THE DUDE BUT IM NOT SURE NOW.
St. Germain was so cool! I loved seeing him (and even more nods to curse of darkness ughhh) and while he wasn’t a time traveller (at least not yet), he was such a treat to watch on screen. I’m very interested to see how he’ll act if he pops up later into the shows timeline, overall he was just a joy to watch on screen interacting with the other characters and I loved watching him talking about snorting mysterious drugs and waking up weeks later not knowing wth happening and of course, the toilet paper.
(Also the lesbian vampires DO own my heart thank you very much)
Anyways!! I didn’t think the season was bad! Still much better than any other plotlines I’ve seen most tv series try to do, so I refuse to say it’s bad writing (at least all of it). I couldn’t tell in Season 2 how this was going to link to any of the later games but I think with the end of Season 3, I’m starting to see how it’s linking together- at least in the way I’m thinking it’ll be. It’s very interesting watching this unfold as someone who’s been playing the games and watching other people losing it especially if they’re unaware of the events of rondo/sotn/ and the games with reincarnated dracula and alucard except now he’s decided to be a secret agent (which I haven’t gotten very far in). I won’t say people are being unfair in saying this was bad, because there are points where I was definitely un-invested, particularly during Alucard’s segments- which I think definitely needed more length and more time dedicated into making the story a lot better than it was- but I do believe despite some of the cons of this season- there was some pros as well.
EDIT: I’d like to also add I don’t think this is the end of St. Germain! If they decide to keep his timetraveling, although Issac and Hector’s roles are basically reversed as of rn, he comes in Curse of Darkness to stop the two from killing eachother so that could also potentially happen in a season 4. Just my thoughts and theories though lol
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Zombie Movie: I Am Legend (2007)
“Here’s Karen at the health desk.”
Karen from the health desk. (Picture: A female news anchor, Karen from the health desk.)
Language warning (sorry kids, but this is an MA15+ movie).
I shit you not, that’s one of the opening quotes of the movies. So, friends and enemies, welcome to the longest review I’ve done of a zombie movie yet. It’s 1:35am here in Australia and I’ve just finished rewatching I Am Legend, everything’s fresh in my mind and I’m hyped up on chocolate.
This movie has incredible tension, a fresh take on the zombie apocalypse, and it’s based on the 1954 novel by Richard Matherson, which inspired the modern day vampire and zombie movies. Why you may ask? Because it popularised the concept of a worldwide apocalypse due to a disease... now I’m beginning to realise that watching zombie movies during a global pandemic maybe wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had. Any who.
YouTube rewind made me forget how bloody good of an actor Will Smith is, and boy does he deliver in this movie. Robert’s (that his character, btw, though I will probably end up just referring to the character as Will Smith) interactions with Sam the goodest girl in the world (she’s a dog) and the mannequins is incredible.
The goodest girl in the world. (Picture: A dog (I’m sorry - I don’t know dog breeds! I’m 99% sure she’s a German Shepard) being given a bath and head scratches by Will Smith.)
Now: three things to look forward to in this “review” (assuming you read the spoilery section below). One: how realistic is this apocalypse? Two: there’s a dog. Three: zombie vampires. Vampire zombies?
Backgrounds details! (Picture: Will Smith opened the fridge. On the fridge door are photos of his wife and daughter, a calendar dated for December, a drawing with “Marley” written in kids handwriting, post-it notes, a pamphlet with the heading “Quarantine”, and a Time Magazine cover of Robert Neville (Will Smith). The title reads (heading) “Saviour?” (sub-heading) “Soldier, Scientist” (body of text) “In a Battle that Could Save Thousands of Lives, Lt. Col. Robert Neville Takes on the XV Virus.”
Also, there’s banging in my house at the moment and when I say I’m peaking. I’m going to need to listen to some music while I write this.
Read on for a fun time! Spoilers ahoy!
Realism (the really relevant part. Yikes)
Okay, so what’s this fresh take on the apocalypse? Basically, this doctor cures cancer and it all goes to shit from there. I’m not 100% on the logistical jump from “destroying cancer cells” to “humans (and animals) becoming bloodthirsty mutants that burn in the sun” - for instance, this is just my sci-fi high-school biology and physics brain working here, cancer is basically a rogue cell that mutates other cells and destroys them in the process, yeah? So if the doctor, like she said, uses these cancer cells to work for the body and in the process “cures” cancer, wouldn’t the humans just... infect each other and the virus would kill the host if it went south? Given, that did happen in like 90% of cases as Will Smith explains, but where does the sunlight allergy come in? Is cancer afraid of UV? Confused, but I digress.
... Is that my queen, Missy, from Umbrella Academy? (Picture: A woman with blood leaking from her eyes, holding a child and shouting for help.)
The scene where they’re listening to the radio and the guy is like we’re “issuing a military quarantine of New York City” I’m like bitch you wish. Unrealistic. The USA currently (9/10/2020) has the highest cases of COVID-19 in the world (for future historians and poor school children, it’s at 7.68 MILLION cases, no statistic for recovered cases for some weird ass reason, and sadly, 212,000 deaths. For reference, here in Australia we’ve had as of today 27,206 cases, 24,807 recovered and 897 deaths. New Zealand, who went into hard lockdown, had as of today, 1,864 cases, 1,800 recovered, and 25 deaths, with a period where there were 0 new cases for several days.)
Though, with that in mind, everyone going outside and gathering in large crowds? Realistic.
The actual movie part
Praises time! Will Smith has a stockpile of food. Also, him getting Sam (the dog) to eat her vegetables like she’s a little kid? Cutest thing ever.
Stockpilesss. (Picture: Will Smith wearing an apron and preparing a meal in a kitchen chock full of food items, including things like Pringles and spaghetti sauce.)
Setting alarms on his watch for sunset? Brilliant, smart idea, fantastic. Re-enforced windows and door, AND booby-trapped house? Incredible, genius. Setting traps to catch the zomvamps? (like the dumb name I just came up with? Don’t worry, I’ll reveal the stupid arbitrary name they ACTUALLY came up with later) Talent, intelligence.
Dude, why wouldn’t you restrain the head/chest? You know, the part that can bite you? (Picture: Will Smith in a lab coat standing over a female zombie-vampire who’s been secured to a metal bench by the wrists and ankles. Medical monitors are connected to her.)
Now, Will Smith is out here looking for a cure. And by looking, I mean actively creating. In a lab. He washes his hands before going in - *chef’s kiss* follow his example - and unlike other zombie movies where it’s super dramatic in the hunt for a cure, this is a lot more chill considering it’s a) been 3 years and b) is more like how science actually works. Trials, tests, animal test-subjects (there is a debate about the ethics of this which I won’t go into here) (I mean a debate in real life not in the zombie movie haha) and human test-subjects.
“Did you kidnap my girlfriend, bro?” (Picture: bald, pale muscular dude-bro-looking zombie-vampire roaring in rage.)
The mother-fracking zombies
I have to say it: these are the most dumbass looking vampire-zombies. I say vampire-zombies (zomvamps) because they avoid sunlight but also eat people?
Now, unlike most zombie movies, these are really bloody intelligent zomvamps. At one point, after setting a booby trap and catching a zomvamp after stumbling into a nest of them, Robert says “They’re not showing any human social behaviour.” Hahahaha. Okay bitch first of all dude bro screamed when you kidnapped his mate, secondly dude bro has pet dogs, thirdly dude bro fucking caught you in a trap. He took revenge on you there, love. He followed you home!
The zomvamps are apex predators, can climb, run, hunt in packs, communicate with each other, set booby traps, make coordinated attacks, follow you home, learn where you live and remember it, and holy fuck humans had no chance.
Thank you for clarifying, because I actually found this quite funny. Like, look at him! (Picture: dude-bro zombie-vampire from earlier growling in front of a flaming car. The zombie-vampires are very CGI, pale, fish-person looking things with pale skin and completely bald of hair. This guy is wearing ripped clothes. The caption reads “Growls menacingly”.)
Random things I have in my notes but haven’t mentioned yet (yes I took notes)
What’s with the apocalypse and mannequins? Looking at you, Five (Umbrella Academy).
(Picture: Will Smith looking at a “female” mannequin, who is dressed in a coat and black bob wig. They’re in a movie store. Funnily enough, behind the mannequin is the “Adult” section of the films.)
I agree with the fuck-that-shit sentiment when you see a mannequin suddenly appear in a different part of the city - like how in the hell??
(Picture: Will Smith aiming a rifle at a mannequin in an orange jumper. Mannequin is usually located outside of the movie store, yet here it is randomly in the middle of the street at the end of a T-section. There are tall glass windows behind the mannequin, and the window to the right has a giant, gaping pitch black hole in it. It’s presumed that there is a nest of zombie-vampires in there.)
... so is this a booby trap for humans or for zomvamps? Because the former makes sense if that dude bro zomvamp analysed Will Smith’s trap from earlier and remade it (hence dropped the car off a bridge to string him up), and the latter doesn’t really make sense because a) you’ll only catch (and probably kill) one zomvamp and why would you want only one unless you’re Robert and two why tf aren’t you meeting up with Robert he’s been broadcasting and racing around town hunting deer (elk?) in a sports car.
I’d like to know how hard it actually is to do like a weird sit-up and get yourself free of one of these kinds of traps. Am I dumb for thinking it’s not that hard? (Picture: Will Smith is suspended in the air by a rope tied around his ankle, the result of a booby-trap. He’s struggling to free himself.)
Come on, you’re literally a doctor and a soldier. Don’t tell me you’re actually considering pulling that out? (Picture: Will Smith has been impaled in the leg by something. It looks like he’s about to attempt to pull it out. He’s in the middle of the street as the sun sets, and Sam is right next to him.)
Sam is a queen. Here are some photos of her.
(Picture: Robert Neville’s wife carrying a baby Sam - Sam is a puppy, by the way, and very adorable. Neville’s young daughter is walking out of the gate to their house behind her mother.)
(Picture: Will Smith in a flashback saying goodbye to his wife and daughter and crying. Sam is licking away his tears.)
Sometimes I hate foreshadowing. (Picture: Will Smith searching a house. He opens a cupboard and there’s a newspaper article with a picture of a zombie-vampire dog. The article reads “Infected dogs can come out at dusk. Stay in the light.” There’s a number to call for questions.)
Worst birthday ever. Now I’m sad and there’s still half the movie left.
(Picture: Will Smith sitting on the floor of his lab, hugging Sam, who’s just been bitten by infected dogs.)
Get Shrek’d.
(Picture: The ‘Shrek’ movie playing on the TV in Neville’s house.)
Ma’am, do you not know how to ration? That is such a waste of food. (Picture: the woman and kid who rescued Will Smith have cooked breakfast. She’s cooked way too many scrambled eggs for two adults and a kid, and all the of the bacon for literally no reason.)
Oh yeah, wanna know what they call the zombies in this movie?
Dark Seekers. They dropped that one on us well into the final half of the movie. Dark Seekers? Really? I won’t get into how dumb that sounds when you had two options to choose from - vampires and zombies. Hell, go with my suggestion of zomvamps, even vampzoms. Dark Seekers? Sorry, I get hung up on dumb zombie-alternative names. Sure, I get the atmosphere might be ruined by calling them vampires or zombies, but not even lying I didn’t realise she said “Dark Seekers” until I turned the CC on to grab a quote. I thought she said “Dog Keepers” hahahaha. “The dog keepers got them.” My defence is that the dude bro did keep dogs.
Finally, wrapping this up at 2:15 before I add in pictures, you’re telling me approximately 100 zomvamps made a coordinated attack on Will Smith’s house to eat... 3 people? That’s like me and a hundred mates descending on the pentagon for a fucking snickers bar. We’d get like an atom each.
Oh, what’s that? They’re here to rescue one person? Really? Really? How in the fuck are they even zombies if their primary purpose isn’t to eat humans. I’m disappointed. But points for a fresh take, at least.
Now one of the things I remember about this movie is that is has an alternate ending. The actual ending (huge spoilers but then again, you’re in the spoiler section) has Will Smith sacrifice himself (read: blow himself and the zomvamps up with a grenade) to defend the cure and save his new friends. The alternate ending, which was scrapped due to negative audience reaction, has Will Smith communicate with the zomvamps who like actually calm down and listen to him. He gives the dude bro back his friend, and... no one dies.
I’m sorry, how is an ending where, sure, a cure isn’t found YET, but, the “villains” of the movie are humanised and a new side of them is seen that shows, hey, maybe there’s another way through this apocalypse, better than an ending where Will Smith dies? Make it make sense test audience. Because, remember, there’s still a whole bunch of immune people living out here, and three of them are currently in the same room. Robert’s only been working on the cure for 3 years. How many years do you reckon it takes to cure cancer? Hint: it’s ongoing in real life. Just because the cure isn’t found in the movie doesn’t mean it won’t be found. Ughhhh. I digress again.
I have more random photos but I am very tired. If anyone’s interested in hearing me roast butterflies, the world not actually ending in 2012, and a missed pun about Until Dawn (even though it was made like ten years after this), and a quick analysis on Robert Neville and God, let me know :)
Have a great day everyone, wash your hands, social distance if possible, and quarantine. Just because the COVID-19 virus isn’t turning us into zombies doesn’t mean it isn’t hurting us.
Worldwide statistics, 9/10/2020: 36.2M total cases, 25.3M recovered, 1.06M deaths.
(Picture: Will Smith saying “I like ‘Shrek’ after just quoting an entire scene of it to win a kid’s trust.)
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Thoughts on each even, you don’t have to answer. You just have some of the better skam opinions on this site.
Hi 🤩💫 First off, flattery will get you absolutely everywhere with me, anon, thank you so much haha.
I took a few days to think about how best to answer this ask because most of the Evens don’t feel so different to me that I could think of many things to say about each one. But then I thought I’d approach the Evens through their art style.
I was a bit of an Even in high school— liked 90s hip hop, fell in love a lot, was a bit of a dreamer and a romantic, doodled and tried my hand at different art projects with mixed results, etc. So in talking about the Evens, I’m also going to talk a bit about myself if you don’t mind!
I’m also not going to rank them this time, let me know if you want me to rank them (or to rank anything else about Skams, idc).
Even - I like Even’s drawing style and I feel it suits him very well. He never had an insta, but Isak’s season banner features a good amount of his drawings, plus the ones we saw on the show. He’s obviously influenced by American hip hop and comic culture, what with the COOLCAT, the weed, the crown, the diamonds… and the dicks. I’m very fond of Even’s Illuminati eye surrounded by boners, lol. It really feels like the kind of things a boy like Even (who loves Romeo + Juliet and Pretty Woman and Gabrielle, but also Nas and Lars von Trier and Stjerner uden hjerner and FIFA) would draw. I like that Even felt inspired by his conversations with Isak and pushed through his own fears to make art directly referencing things Isak said. Even felt scared by the possibility of parallel universes, but in order to show Isak how much he cared, his drawings for Isak all referenced parallel universes. I also like that Even’s art style is not stereotypically cute. It reminds me of the borderline gross style of Daniel Clowes and Peter Bagge.
Niccolò - Okay, so at this point I think we’re all aware that Skam Italia didn’t even have the budget for insta content, and they clearly didn’t have the budget to hire an artist specifically to create Niccolò’s art. He does have lots of drawings in his room, but then he doesn’t really draw anything for Martino? It feels like Niccolò is more of an arts and crafts kind of person, at least to me. Anyway I like that (aside from the red string of fate, which never got a follow up of any kind) the stuff Niccolò makes for Martino all reference Last Man on Earth, the TV show they bond over, in one way or another. The show is really not what I would call epic romance material, which I feel works for them tbh!
Eliott - My thing with both Eliott’s furry thing and Polaris, is that both seem really cute, but ultimately like… they didn’t mine either thing for all it was worth, I guess I would put it. Also, in comparison to other Evens, Eliott’s thing is almost developed (Eliott is after all a fictional character, not a real person) in order to elicit maximum cooing from its audience. Like, no one would say the illuminati boners or Last Man on Earth are objectively cute, not out of context! (And I’m far from a Skam Italia fan, I’m just saying.) But the hedgehog and the raccoon and the cat are all drawn in a very cute style. It feels a little too saccharine sweet for a 18-year old. However, Maxence not looking like a 18-year old might also play a part in my hesitance, because as a 18-year old I legit drew a full on comic about me and my then crush as superheroes fighting against our teachers in order to conquer college admittance tests together. (Like I said, Even and I have some shit in common lol.) And I drew my crush as a cat because he looked like a cat to me. So where the hell do I get off criticizing Eliott, y’know? As for Polaris, it’s like… Okay, so one is afraid of the light and one is afraid of the dark, and they meet and kiss right outside the cave, what else? It’s like, it’s cute and romantic, right, but not very developed as a season long motif.
David - I mean, do I have to say it? I love David and everything about him. I love that he has different art styles and uses different tools, it’s very realistic for someone his age still trying to find what his specific thing is. I love his sketches and his collages and the fact that he has a vampire persona that he draws in thicker lines. I love that he didn’t initially have an insta, and that he only got it because Sara and Leonie needled him about it, and I love that he didn’t post selfies or pictures of himself until he went through his character development. I love that his vampire persona crap is only for Matteo and he doesn’t post those cartoons on his very serious, very aesthetic insta. I love that his vampire persona looks similar to the Magdalene Hanke-Basfeld illustrations for the Angela Sommer-Bodenburg “The Little Vampire” book series. (I have no idea whether it’s intentional/an homage or just me seeing things where I wanna see them, but I loooove it.) I love that his first posts on insta really just seem kind of random (aside from the bird taking flight ofc) and like they don’t have a connection to the s3 storyline, it’s as if David really existed and made art and had ideas and thoughts before he met Matteo. I get such a kick of David’s sense of humor, like he seems kind of angry at the cliche of being barefoot on the beach and having a good time (ZUM KOTZEN!!!). Lol he’s just so delightful. I love that he can’t post a goddamn pic or video without a filter, oh no that’s simply not him!!!!1 And let me tell you about the time he made a highlights folder and named it Nights on Earth, I almost lost it on twitter I had such a great time. Anyway, David’s art and insta really scream that he’s a bit of a pretentious snob who corrects people on proper terminology and will only make cute things for the person he cares about the mostest AND NO ONE ELSE. PERIODT!
Joana - I’m a bit torn about Joana because I’m not into her more anime-esque stuff, but at the same time, god, if that isn’t me. I learned to draw by watching anime and trying to emulate the style, and because I’ve never really taken lessons, my cartoons just scream anime. I’m a bit embarrassed about it, because weeaboos and what not, and that extends to Joana as well lol. Before I revisited the Evens’ stuff for this ask, I had this idea in my mind that Joana’s art is a bit unrealistic because it seems too polished and professional for her character, but really, that’s just the piece that she in character made for the hospital/the BDP project. The stuff on the show and on her insta is actually believable as doodles or pieces she can put a bit more effort into, but aren’t like, art gallery-ready. I like that Joana started posting black and white doodles from graph paper notebooks (ftr this is the kind of notebooks most Spanish students use, lined or blank paper notebooks not so much), and started adding colors and creating more complex pieces as her relationship with Cris progressed. I think it says so much about Joana that the cartoons that represent her are always in some kind of pain, physical or emotional, but the cartoons that represent Cris (including the toads) are always cute, always happy, always desirable. Like, be more in love pls. I love that Joana is a bit of an edgelord, and uses a lot of imagery related to arrows, knives, tears/blood drops. That’s so accurate of girls like her. I love that the season banner has an actual to god vulva on it. Compared to other Evens, Joana seems more focused on drawing than anything else, so maybe that makes her video for Cris’ birthday not plausible, but on the other hand, I feel like Croana shippers could’ve used more cuteness in week 10, so you know what? Imma take that video, copypasta of “Gutten som ikke klarte å holde pusten under vann” as it is. I hope that Joana keeps posting art in s3 and s4, and so we get to see how her style develops. ✨
Sander - I haven’t really watched wtFOCK.
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𝟎𝟏. ( ALIAS / NAME ) —— cip, but i’m thinking of changing it
𝟎𝟐. ( BIRTHDAY ) —— april 25!
𝟎𝟑. ( ZODIAC SIGN ) —— taurus sun, capricorn moon, virgo rising (or, hungry bitch sun, emotionally stunted moon, anxious bitch rising)
𝟎𝟒. ( HEIGHT ) —— 5′3.5″ I must stress that 0.5
𝟎𝟓. ( HOBBIES ) —— at this point idk writing, i draw maybe once or twice a month, taking walks, not-studying-when-i’m-supposed-to-be-studying
𝟎𝟔. ( FAVORITE COLOR ) —— purple!!
𝟎𝟕. ( FAVORITE BOOKS ) —— frankenstein by mary shelley, gone girl by gillian flynn (also my favorite romcom 🤪)
𝟎𝟖. ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ) —— Fantasy by PinkFantasy (yeS i’m a kpoppie)
𝟎𝟗. ( LAST FILM OR SHOW WATCHED ) —— the last show i watched was the Good Place and the last movie I watched was this Italian film Il Medico della Mutua
𝟏𝟎. ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ) —— In Fall 2019 I was in a novella course where we had to write a full novella (what became the first version of the current Outrunning Karma). Alexander was originally D’Ablo with a different appearance, name, and backstory: he was still blond, but his hair was shoulder-length, he dressed like he was on the runway, and he talked like D’Ablo does. Basically, I needed a villain, and I’d been writing D’Ablo since 2014 so I knew him best. Strangely, as touchy as D’Ablo is, Alexander was touch-repulsed from the start. Since then, Alexander has uh . . . evolved. Into the gremlin he is today. It’s a glow-up.
Jay was originally just an attempt to write a dumb and flirty, fuckboy-ish character, because I usually write characters with a hint of a brain cell. I also wanted to explore the idea of scientific vampires, since the vampire myths are really unrealistic and not at all feasible. And I also wanted to write a vampire who was technologically savvy, knows his way around google, and had the extra moral dilemma of being a vegetarian who is faced with the “drink blood or die” problem. I also wanted to write an ace character and start representing ace experiences. He became the main character of Outrunning Karma.
Colin is me, once again, trying to find scientific reasons behind cool powers. He has electric powers and this is a world that runs on electricity. Living systems run on electric and chemical impulses. We’re surrounded by electricity. That makes him very, very powerful, but he doesn’t know. He has a strong sense of justice and I wanted to write a man who seeks out justice in morally grey ways. I wanted to write him coming into his powers and making the decision to use them for good. Like a coming of age story, except with a 40 year old grumpy PI with bad knees instead of a teenager.
I’ll stop at Colin because I have more than a few people on this blog and I don’t want this to become too long.
𝟏𝟏. ( STORY BEHIND URL ) —— my very first D’Ablo url was cupido-periculosa, which referred to how his longing for power was his undoing. then it became diviinitas, because he has a god-complex (divinitas means “divinity” in latin), with a multi sideblog that was legendsuntcld because i had “centuries” by fall out boy stuck in my head at the time. now it’s diviinitatis, which is the possessive form of divinitas, so “of divinity”.
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Scary Halloween Costumes: Your Guide To Realistic and Really Spooky Costumes (On A Budget)
“In the real world, Halloween is when kids dress up in costumes and beg for candy.
In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it”
Set your stop watches people - we’ve got 11 days to prepare for the most wonderful time of the year: Halloween.
And despite the cultural traditions echoing across the world, there is one phenomenon that dominates the rest.
Halloween costumes.
It’s the personalised touch Christmas loses out on, and it's the one day of the year we can awaken our inner child.
And no, I don’t mean the therapeutic kind where you get in touch with your real, raw self. I mean the inner child that wants to pull on a Pennywise cosplay and eat an unrealistic amount of processed crap.
Working out your halloween costume requires thought and consideration. And then giving up on creating a latex prosthetic and slapping on a pair of cat ears.
But at the Paranormal Periodical, we like to do things a bit different.
If you like things spooky and you’re a bit skint, pull up a chair - welcome to your complete guide to realistic halloween costume ideas!
Every year we see the classic costumes: a witch in a black hat; a vampire sporting a single drop of fake blood on the lip; and a zombie with a scrape of blood down one arm.
I’ve decided to shake shit up.
I’ve taken the most common costumes, and gone back to the roots of the creatures. Yep, I’m rewriting halloween, and putting scary back on the menu!
So, if you’re considering being a witch, vampire, zombie, or mermaid, here is your guide to the realistic costumes.
Let’s get spooky!
The Witch
It’s a classic.
It’s the go-to option for women, merely requiring a pointy hat you can grab from Claire’s, and the clothes from your goth phase when you were 14.
Add a smudge of black eyeshadow, practice a cackle, and boom.
You just got halloweened.
But actual witches from way-back-when weren’t so Instagram.
In fact, they were considered the worst kind of women: hag-like, old, ugly, disgusting women. If you can think up a trope for a stereotypically ugly woman - which isn’t necessarily true, I mean, people rock unibrows every damn day - then put it in your costume.
Back in the 1640s, witches were considered poor, crone-like women. That’s a moustache, wrinkles, hairy brows, squinted eyes, and crooked teeth.
Also, they had teats! No, that’s nothing to do with their actual nipples, you won’t have to do anything to your own.
Basically, a point of ID for a witch was a devil’s mark - that’s scars, pimples, birthmarks - anything which symbolised their pact with the devil. Or, they had extra nipples which their animal sidekicks would suckle from.
Speaking of scars, if a witch pricked her finger, and it didn't bleed, the subject was a witch fo sho. And if they placed their hands on a dead body that they had killed, the body would start to bleed.
The final trademark fashion statement comes from one of the witch tests: dunking.
Aside from being stripped to her scanties, the witch’s thumb was tied to her big toe and a rope was cinched around her waist. She was chucked into a body of water - if she floated, she was a witch! If she sunk, she would die!
Yeah, it’s not a good test.
So, how does all that shizz translate to a costume?
Here’s how:
For the signature makeup, go with a heavy brow, and dark, eyelined eyes to perfect the squint.
Then, fake scar it up. I’m talking dots of red on your hands, maybe draw a pink circle on your face for a nipple, and slash a lipstick scratch up your arm.
Or, ditch the red dots on your hands for literal red hands - just like the blood pouring out of your victim’s body. It could be fake blood, it could be red nails, it could even be patches of dark reddy-brown!
Whatever it is, finish the look with the iconic style of a witch:
Follow up with the fashion twist on a black pointy hat, tie a rope around your waist to give shape to the look, and tie some wool or string around your fingers.
That’s right; accessorise your way to authenticity.
The Vampire
This is the unisex approach to halloween.
Couple of drips of fake blood, maybe an Edward Cullen inspired quiff - anything can be a costume if its teamed up with the im-100-years-old-but-look-17-so-its-not-creepy smoulder.
But there’s a lot more to the vampire phenomenon that didn’t make it into Nosferatu, nor Twilight.
Vampires were popularised in the 19th century, so most of their style inspo was based on Victorian vibes. But in terms of their bodies and faces, there are some striking features you need to know about:
Vampires were often regarded as have bloated faces and bodies, and ruddy looking skin; these are the supposed effects of blood drinking.
And this blood was also believed to seep out of the mouth - and the nose. But fangs? They were rarely reported.
These features from past vampire sightings have been typically debunked via two explanations: the disease, Poryphoria, a group of diseases which cause blistering and itching in sunlight, and the past’s lack of knowledge regarding decomposition.
So, fancy reworking your Edward Cullen into something a little less up-to-date?
Here’s what you need to do:
Take your fangs and fake blood stash from last year, and do the classic drip from the lip look.
But this time, smear a little under your nose, too.
Speaking of facial features, it’s time to get ruddy - that means giving yourself a flushed look. So, grab some blush - reddy, pink tones, only - and go to town. I’d suggest a patchy look for the deathy vibes.
And make sure you leave your contouring kit in your make-up bag - aim for a bloated, round-faced look. Or, opt for loose clothes or something baby bump-esque to bloat out your half-dead body.
To finish the look, dab on some liquid latex and pull apart to give wrinkly, blistery skin in patches. You can even check out my tips for being a zombie to ensure you achieve the death you aim for!
The Zombie
In more recent years, this has become to go-to for quick costumes, thanks to show like The Walking Dead.
But it’s not the easy part of the look that I love, it’s this: a zombie is an inclusive halloween costume.
Anyone can do it.
You can pull out your FX make-up stash to show your skull’s skin peeling off and limb rotting, or simply pull a face and make a groaning noise.
You don’t even have to buy new clothes! Put on your usual get up, and stick your arms out like a Mummy.
#nailedit
But - if you’re asking me - achieving the realistic death look isn’t an expensive or difficult feat.
Zombies are supposed to be the undead; they’re infected and they’re decaying.
So, let’s go through some of the features of slowly rotting corpses:
A few minutes into death - aside from going cold, and going pale - cells begin to die and leak as they breakdown. Couple hours after the beginning of that process, things start to get shitty...
Yep, piss and poop just start leaking out ya body.
Then, your skin starts to sag, leaving it pale with red patches. Then, that skin shrinks, making your hair and nails appear as if they are growing.
Following this, your skin turns green as you begin to digest your organs. Then bugs, like maggots, take part in consuming your body.
It’s not long before you turn purple, lose hair, and slowly become a skeleton.
And there you have it.
#decayed
Question is, how can achieve this look?
Settle in folks, and let’s get dead.
(Oh, and I can assume you don’t want to be a skeleton with purple skin draping on your bones; so let’s cut to the early effects!)
To get your undead chic on, here’s what’s on your to-do list:
For ya face, make things red and patchy with a dab of red lipstick smudged around your visage. Oh, and don’t forget to moisturise and highlight - think less leaking cells, more dewy finish.
A few patches of grotesque green will further the final look. You could even put gel on the ends of your hair to make it seem wet, or longer, and define your fingernails with brown eyeshadows.
Yep, start contouring your nails - let’s start a #trend.
Ready to take things to the next level? Cut some gummy worms up, and latex ‘em to your face.
Et voila, ya ded.
The Mermaid
Our final option is the current Insta-fave.
Joining the ranks of the pastel-aesthetic is the glittery, highlighted-on-fleek mermaid.
But why be pretty, when you can be pretty damn realistic?
Fact is, nothing is more realistic - and scary - than climate change. So, it follows that any mermaid will probably be struggling in the plastic-filled hot tub that is the ocean.
It’s time to swap the dewy, contoured fish finish for an actual mermaid. Or, well, a dead one.
Typically, a dead human who had been left in the ocean would have several zombie-like characteristics that would be exacerbated by the sea water.
Your body breaks down much more slowly in water, and salt water - like sea water - would slow the decaying process even more so. A body left in the ocean for 2 weeks will look the same as one left in open air for a week!
So, that’s the red, patchy, dewy finish we already discussed with zombies.
And instead of the pruning you get in a bubble bath, imagine blistering, black skin. Plus, that skin also becomes swollen, and bleached, giving you the bloated, patchy glow that you don’t see in The Little Mermaid.
Oh, and don’t forget your body!
Thanks to accumulating gases, the abdomen swells from bloating.
Fun fact: this is what makes corpses turn upside down and rise with the torso and head at the water’s surface!
So, are you ready to get your mermaid on?
Swap your Ariel wig and beachy waves for patchy, red and green skin, and use latex to create blistered, wrinkled skin in patches.
Simply follow my tips for a go-to zombie look, and like, make it wetter.
Don’t forget to stuff a jumper down your shirt to puff out your abdomen - bonus points for farting out those gases filling out your torso.
Now, go get your fish on!
So: which supernatural being are you vibing with this All Hallows’ Eve?
And which of your past halloween costumes have you been most proud of?
(Mine was my Man-Spider costume from last year...)
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~ Juliet’s Story: Void ~
Mun!Yuki: So before we begin, I would like to tag @first-blood-moon because I mention Kris and Thomas, who both belong to her, in this story. :) This story, similar to last year, gives another perspective of Juliet as a human who grew up differently than other humans, and how it affects her views due to being the human society’s definition of “different”. Exploring Juliet’s character is always intriguing because she is very different from the characters I’ve made, especially on her views being different from others due to her own upbringing. You’ll see soon enough. :) And now! Without further ado, let’s get started!!!
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For a long time, I never understood what was so important about the feeling of loving someone.
Romantic love, to be exact.
Perhaps, it was because it was unnecessary for me?
Maybe it was because I was still too young to understand?
Who knows?
Because I don’t.
Mother told me that love was different for everyone. She told me how my grandmother and grandfather from her side were opposites, yet somehow fell in love; Yet somehow, despite being enemies at one point, even Mother and Father fell in love.
Love was apparently a feeling you can’t help but want to cherish.
I understood platonic love as I only loved Leon and my family. No one else really mattered to me.
Aunt Yui told me that soon I will find the right person that would make me feel warmth.
But I could only respond with logical answers, mostly just “It’s unrealistic.”
Though, I often kept my mouth shut whenever she retorted how I used to want to marry a prince when I was a small child.
I can never win against Aunt Yui; But I refuse to acknowledge that even I would feel what it was like to have a love like that. It sounded too unnecessary.
I’m considered ‘different’ to Human society standards. I am homeschooled. I’m not exactly likable to other people. I am a sadist that holds no remorse or care about other people because there is no point in weeping for the stupid and end up crying all day.
When Father told me it could happen, I didn’t believe him. When Leon told me his belief of true love actually existing, I still didn’t believe in it.
And that’s saying something.
I didn’t believe in love.
It was as simple as that.
“Juliet.”
I remember when I was around the age of 12, and reading on the couch during my exercise break. Without needing to look up, I responded, “Yes, Mother?”
“Since I have turned in my manuscript early today, Would you like to join me and Leon to visit an old friend of mine from High School?”
I guessed it’s a vampire; After all, My mother’s only human friend is Aunt Yui. “To their home?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Actually, we’ll be going to a museum for her art exhibition; She is an artist.” Mother explained. “Is it wise for a vampire to be out in daylight?” I questioned again. Surely it would be tiring to be out in daylight for so long. Even for an art exhibition.
“Oh, sweetie. She is not a vampire.” Mother smiled, “She is actually a first-blood.” So it’s not a vampire? It’s a founder? A female? “I see... okay I’ll go. Leon might get lost anyways.”
I say that as I got off the couch to get ready.
But what I never expected that the choice I made would eventually create a path that lead me to eat my own words.
Father was still busy with work at the university, so the only ones available to go to the exhibit was Mother, Leon, and myself.
Once we got there, I made sure to stay beside Leon as Mother met with what I suspect to be the friend she mentioned before. Judging by her aura, there was no mistaking that she was indeed a first blood.
“This is the first time we’ve saw a first blood in real life, isn’t it?” I hear Leon question. “Yeah it is.” I was about to walk away until my little brother stopped me. “W-Wait! Where are you going?” He questioned. “Looking around. Isn’t that what you do at exhibits?” I answered bluntly. “Sis, We need to introduce ourselves; It’s rude not to.” He reminded. “... You’re right.” I said, making him smile and walk over there. Taking this chance, I quickly walk away to blend in with the crowd, ignoring Leon’s calls when he realized I escaped.
It’s not due to ill feelings I refused to introduce myself; I just don’t see the point of meeting someone that you’ll only ever meet once in your lifetime. While she may be Mother’s friend, I have nothing to do with them and had no interest in socializing. Nothing against First-Bloods. I just don’t like socializing.
I search around to exhibit. I’ll admit, The artwork was nice. They give off an interesting feeling.
Meanwhile, as I looked around, I noticed a couple nearby. I felt disgusting as they behaving openly affectionate with each other. I find PDA just gross. Get a room.
But then again... Why do I care? It’s none of my business as my business should be anyone else’s but my own.
I sighed and began to think to myself.
This art give off more of a warm feeling; But remember who the artist was reminds me of how “different” I am.
Is a human like me even capable of feeling romantic love?
That’s what I don’t get.
It’s unnecessary to me, of course.
But is it even possible to begin with?
What is it even like?
... Why am I even thinking about this?
Rather than romance, I should be thinking about when I can finally get Takoyaki. I’m hungry anyways.
“Juliet.”
I turned around to see my mother, looking at me with a sad look. “Leon told me you disappeared shortly after we arrived; You didn’t force yourself to come here, did you?” She questioned. I shook my head, “Not really; I just wanted to look around.” I answered honestly before looking at one of the paintings, “Where’s Leon?” I asked.
“He is with my friend; He wanted to ask questions about the artwork she does.” Mother answered. I nodded without looking back at her, still focused on the painting. Leon loves art, as he often draws as a hobby; It shouldn’t even be a surprise.
“Juliet... is something the matter? You look troubled, sweetheart.” Mother asked. I was looking normal as usual. Guess Father‘s influence helped Mother in seeing through people better; Either that, or it is just a Mother thing.
Initially, I wanted to respond that it was her imagination; But it’s useless now that she was even able to see through me. “Mother, did you ever thought that something like love was out of your reach?” I questioned, making my mother’s eyes widen in surprise. She didn’t expect myself to actually ask the question it seems.
Nonetheless, Mother looked at the artwork with me and her expression turned serious. “To be honest, I did.” She answered with sincerity, “Once I decided to become a huntress, I thought love was unnecessary because it had nothing to do with getting revenge; I was so focused on my goal to exterminate vampires that I didn’t care giving up my own virginity to complete a mission just to reach that goal. It was a path of life that was made for me, even before I was born.”
Suddenly, a warm smile appeared and her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, “That.. was until I fell in love with your father...” She sighed, “Back then, I hated him because he was the absolute worst; Until I realized I was just as bad as he was. All he cared about was repaying a debt and protecting his brothers. It was the same with me wanting revenge and protecting the innocent. No matter the cost.”
I continue to listen without saying a single word. That is surprising. My mother also thought it was completely unnecessary; Yet, she gave up everything just to it.
“But you could’ve gotten your revenge if you chose power over Father... What made you chose it over that power?” I couldn’t help but be curious. Leon and I have heard tales about Mother and her time as a huntress, but I never understood what made love more important than power.
And that’s when my mother turned to me with a clear answer:
“Because, in the end, no matter how unnecessary it seems in the present, Love is more powerful than power itself; Love can become your strength and Change becomes inevitable. Once you experience it with someone that accepts you as you are, you’ll feel a warmth you’ve never felt before and do whatever it takes to keep it safe.”
I glanced at her and back at the painting.
“As expected... So stupid...”
At the time, I really believed that the whole concept of love with nothing but a fallacy.
Illogical.
...
Haa...
If the past me saw the me in present time...
I’m certain she would’ve been in such disbelief.
She would’ve never expected that she would later meet the son of Mother’s friend, a tired first-blood, and eventually come to understand what everyone meant.
Because Mother was right.
In the end..
No matter how unnecessary it seems in the present...
Love is more powerful than power itself..
Love can become your strength and Change becomes inevitable..
Once you experience it with someone that accepts you as you are, you’ll feel a warmth you’ve never felt before...
And do whatever it takes to keep it safe..
That is what I can only feel with Tsukinami Thomas.
In the end, I did meet the prince I dreamt to marry when I was but a child..
However, it will be I that continues to sweep him off his feet, enslave him with the unconditional love he managed to make me to develop for him, and become his queen that rules by his side...
He filled the void in a cold-blooded sadist’s heart.
As future king, He must take responsibility for that.
~ END ~
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