btw malkia doesnt mean queendom in hebrew. queendom, as well as kingdom, is mamlacha (ממלכה) in hebrew. i only ever heard the word malkia as a name of a kibbutz in israel, which is named after a family of kohanim from the tanakh.

another thing worth noting, imo, is that "malkia" in first kill isnt the name of the legacy (or council, or matriarchy - whatever you call it, it's pretty unclear); it's the name of the snake. the snake is named "emerald malkia". the snake as in The Snake, from the garden of eden. that one.

according to them, the emerald malkia bit lilith in the garden of eden, thus turning her into the first ever vampire. which. im not going to try to unpack that

it's been pointed out that while malkia (מלכיה) isnt really a hebrew word, (and does not in fact mean "queendom") malka (מלכה) is a word, meaning "queen". and personally i dont think "malkia" comes from some attempt to "make up" a hebrew word for "queendom": a) because i've seen the show and this is giving them far far Far too much credit, and b) because, like i said, it's not supposed to represent the matriarchy. it's the name of the snake. so if you asked me, it's a lot more likely that they meant to call it "emerald malka" (emerald queen), and messed up.

which is not better

in fact i think it's worse. what they essentially did was associate a hebrew word (or hebrew-adjacent) with the snake that is the source of all vampires. a reptile. that is the source of all blood-sucking creatures.

that's worse. you see how that's worse, right?

tender things the dads do in moments where they realise just how much they love you (these things really reveal how much of a sap i am)

⛪Joseph: his yacht holds a soft spot for him with you, being your ‘first’ place with him. so he either asks Mary to take the kids or organises the regular babysitter to come that night and he takes you, along with some light food to the yacht where lovely bottles of wine await. you have a night of snacking and drinking and soft touches, laughing over your shared terrible corny humour. this inevitably leads to below deck where he lavishes you with affection and sweet words and sweeter confessions 💪Craig: he knows he’s busy, even with trying to relax more, so he calls Smashley to ask her to take the girls for the night. He cooks you dinner and makes dessert too, where you then retire to the lounge to watch the History Channel, laying together and he runs his fingers through your hair, he belongs solely to you these nights, your wish is his command. 🔪Robert: if he’s not with you in the moment, he comes to you, a soft knock on the door, and that’s what follows: softness. It’s a gentle embrace as he hunches to bury his face in your neck and inhale, the barest grasp of your jaw as he kisses you with one arm left around your waist, holding you flush against him. It’s lacking the teeth, the fingernails, the firmness, it’s a tenderness that makes you weak and feel like you should be grasping his jacket to stay grounded but he’s holding you and you know you’re safe there 🎣Brian: he’ll pull you from whatever you’re doing into an embrace, a kiss and start to sway in a slow dance and tell you everything he loves about you, every memory he treasures with you, memories he wants to make too. 🦇Damien: he cups your face, stroking a cheekbone with his thumb and just stares into your eyes with the most tender look, it’s a moment where the slow blossoming in your chest is that feeling no words can explain yet it’s the feeling which gives every damn love song a sense of truth

☕Mat: he tends to realise when everything slows to a crawl. when it’s late at night, Carmensita is long in bed, you’re both relaxed on the couch and it hits. he pushes you back if you’re not already reclined and climbs on top to straddle you, pushing your arms aside, he first kisses you on the forehead, then the eyelids, nose, he smiles, then your lips. the corner of your lips, jaw, just under the ear, neck, collarbone, he carries on kissing every part he can reach with his hands gently running up and down your sides under your shirt. which tends to lead to heading to the bedroom and carrying on like the following.. 💯Hugo: he loves you and he wants to show it and make you feel it. you have sex and make love but this is different, it’s slow, it’s soft and it’s deep. the only language known is that of eachothers names and ‘i love you’, with breaths shared and hands entwined or grasping. the peak is like liquid heat running through your body and the only rough moment in this whole moment is you clutching him like a lifeline.

I don't know if your still willing to do Omegaverse stuff but like the thought of dadsona being super into random hugs and hand holding before they get together, because dadsona just is a really affectionate guy, just gets me through the day

I’m more than willing to do Omegaverse. In fact, give me more of my favourite AU! - Mod Mare

🥃 Robert and touch have an… interestingrelationship. On the one hand, he gets very touchy-feely when he’s completelyplastered; you can’t remember a time he hasn’t wrapped his arm around you in aone-sided hug when you were at Jim and Kim’s drinking. On the other hand, whenhe’s sober, he shies away from touch as if it’s poisonous. It takes you a very longtime, but eventually, you figure it out: He doesn’t think he deservesaffection. The realisation alone makes you want to weep. You’re almost 100%sure he doesn’t remember the conversation where he practically admitted to howhe feels or else he would have reacted differently when you first hug him whenneither of you is drunk. He is out with his dog, looking hangover and tired andvery much in need of a long hug, so that’s what you do. In your arms, Robertfreezes. His hands hover awkwardly in the air, his fingers twitching as if he’storn between touching and not touching, and he’s gone completely tense. Yournose might not be as good as an Alpha’s, but even you can smell the distressand confusion under the layers of cologne, whiskey, leather and cigarettes thatalways cling to his body. You don’t say anything, but also don’t move,determined to have him hug you back. Eventually, after a few minutes, he does.From then on, whenever you see him, no matter what you were doing before, youdrop everything and hug him. Normally, your affection is instinctual,automatic, but with Robert, you make a conscious effort. And, after weeks ofdoing this, Robert finally allows himself to relax into the touch. At onepoint, you could swear you heard him cry into your hair.

🍸 In Joseph you had found someone just as tactile as you. His displays ofaffection are subtler than yours, but they’re there all the same. With you, itseems, he gets to be as touchy as he wants to be. Whenever you’re around, hehas a hand on the small of your back, on your shoulder or wrapped around yourwrist. His hugs are the second best, outranked only by Brian’s. To some extent,his body language stands in harsh contrast to his words and actions. You’vemostly been around just him, but whenever Mary is there, too, things are…tense. Joseph always makes sure to touch her more than you, but Mary doesn’tseem to like it, always moving out of his reach or glaring until he drops hishand. When he touches you, the moment he notices what he’s doing, he draws awayagain. The situation is awkward, so you retreat, keeping your hugs with Josephshort and staying as far away from Mary as possible with you being neighbours. Omegasaren’t the slaves of instincts traditionalists make them out to be, but thetension makes you feel physically sick, as if there’s a crack in your pack that’ssteadily growing and you don’t do your job keeping everyone together and happy.Wandering along the bay, you’re surprised to see Joseph in the distance,staring out at the sea. Frowning, you approach him. You’re not an empath, buteven to you it feels like the misery is pouring out of him like fog. Withoutthinking you move faster until you’re standing next to him. You put your handon his shoulder, but he pulls you into his arms, all but clinging to you. If heknows you notice him tremble, he doesn’t mention it and neither do you.

☕ “Hey, Mat!” The barista in question looks up from his till at the soundof your voice and waves with a big smile on his face. “Hey, Carmensita!” Youbend down to hug her, unconsciously rubbing your cheek against hers, nearlypurring, before getting up to do the same with her father. From the way younearly leap across the counter, one could have thought you haven’t seen eachother in ages, even though you’d only been here yesterday. When you release Matagain, his face is beet red. You wonder whether he is ever going to get used toyour tactility. Dropping your arms, you take a hold of his hands and lace yourfingers. “How are things going?” Mat peels his gaze away from your joinedhands, blush deepening. “G-good. It’s a quiet day, but the home-going trafficwill be soon, so I’m getting ready for the rush of people.” You look around. “Isn’tPablo in today?” Mat shakes his head. “His band plays a few towns overtomorrow, they’re preparing…” Mat pauses as you lean in to rest your head onhis shoulder comfortably. From somewhere behind you, you hear a childishgiggle. “…preparing for the gig. I gave him the next three days off.” You lookup again. Your faces are only inches apart. “Do you need any help? I can’t makefancy drinks but I know how to use a till.” He shakes his head. “No need, butthank you for the offer.” Reaching up, you squeeze his shoulders, then lean infor another hug. “Well, if you change your mind, you know where I am. I’llleave you to it! See you!” Mat’s face is even redder than before when you letgo and round the counter again.

🌹 Next to Robert, of all the dads in the neighbourhood Damien is takenoff-guard by your random hugs the most. Unlike you, he’s not much of a touchyperson, which you believe can be traced back to Victorian etiquette. The thirdtime he makes a hasty retreat after you hug him, you decide to tone it back forhis sake, as much as it physically and mentally hurts you. You do not touch himunless he’s the one instigating it; no hugs, no holding hands, no bumpingsides. A week of this and you’re already feeling sick. You try making up for itby hugging the others more, but there’s a Damien-shaped hole in your chest(larger than it ought to be, but if there’s one thing you’re good at it’s notacknowledging your feelings). You’re moping about, taking a walk through MapleBay, when out of nowhere, a hand grips you and pulls you aside. You yelp. Mary givesyou a look that makes you tense right again; she looks pissed. “I don’t knowwhy you treat Damien differently than the others, but if you don’t give me agood reason in the next ten seconds, I’ll kick you.” You hope no one else walksby or they’d smell your distress against the wind. You gulp and take a step back,but Mary’s having none of it and crowds you again. “I thought he didn’t want meto. He always ran away when I did.” Mary blinks, then shakes her head andreleases you. “Idiots, the lot of you. Go hug him. He’s moping.”The next time you see Damien, you make sure to hug him long and hard. Heblushes, red like a tomato, but also doesn’t flee. He returns the embrace,holding you close.

🎣 Pun intended, Brian takes to your love fortouching people like a fish to the water. His hugs, you decide early on, arethe best thing ever, which bothers you at first – another thing he’s better atthan you – but you quickly come to terms with it, if only to properly enjoy theglory that were his strong arms wrapped around you. What Brian seems to notlike at all, though, is that you extend your affections to everyone. Wheneveryou hug someone he pulls you back into his arms and touches all the skin thatcame in contact with the other person. It’s the same this time, after youhugged Joseph saying hello, but this time, he growls. It’s quiet, but Joseph hears and automatically takes a stepback. That’s the last straw for you. Excusing yourself, you pull Brian along toa quiet corner of the garden. Before he can get a word in, you push your indexfinger in his face. “Brian, what the hell? You growled at Joseph. You don’tgrowl at people. What’s going on? Every time I touch someone, you act reallyweird. Is that your way of telling me everyone has lice? I don’t get it.”Brian blushes. You do a double-take. Brian blushed.“Ah, Y/N… I can’t help it, I’m sorry. I’ll try to control myself, I promise.”You search his face for any signs of him lying, but he looks sincere, so younod. “Good. Now we go apologise to Joseph.” He opens his mouth to protest, butyou ignore him. You take his hand again and tug him along behind you.

👟 Craig is already used to you being a very, very,very tactile person, so he acceptedthe hugs without the bat of an eyelid. Memories of your college days, when youwere often so drunk you hugged everyone at parties, ring in your head. Youremember how Craig usually had to pry you off people after thesocially-acceptable time span for an introductory hug was over and howsometimes, after you had gone around hugging everyone, he would throw an armover your shoulder and keep you at his side, no matter what. That didn’t changewhen he met Smashley, not even when you started dating Alex; it only lessened.His behaviour, back then hadn’t made much sense to you, but now, in Maple Bay…It made even less sense. “Bro!” You jog up to him and jump into his arms for ahug. Craig, as always, catches you and laughs. “Hey, bro!” You bury your facein his neck and wrap your legs around his stomach. The scent of Alpha does funny things to your belly;with other people, you tend to acknowledge their status, but the reminder ofCraig’s always leaves you blushing. Craig’s arms tighten around you and heholds you for as long as you want, so you take your time soaking up thephysical affection. Then, you pat his back and he slowly releases you. Anexpression of reluctance flashesacross his face, but is quickly replaced by a beaming smile. “Ready for ourwalk, bro?” Instead of answering, you take Craig’s hand and tug on his arm. Theaction makes him blush lightly. Under your questioning gaze, Craig rubs theback of his head, blush darkening even more. “L-let’s go, bro!”

📖 Keeping a professional distance from Hugo is torture, but he’s Amanda’steacher and you doubt she’d appreciate you extending your lack of personalbubble to him. In fact, you doubt Hugo would appreciate it either. Sothroughout your first meetings, you focus far more on not touching him thanactually paying attention to what was being said. Ah, well, couldn’t have been thatimportant. Trivia Night, however, the atmosphere is so different, you wonderwhether this still classifies as a friendly get-together or if it was a date.The thought alone makes you blush. “Are you okay, Y/N?” You look up from thecheese platter between you and give Hugo a – hopefully – reassuring smile. “Ofcourse. I was only lost in thoughts.” He still looks at you quizzically, so,without thinking, you reach out to squeeze his hand. “Really, Hugo, don’tworry.” Hugo pushes up his glasses again and averts his gaze, and there’s a redshine to his cheeks now. After a few more seconds, you release his hand again.After dinner, you two walk home. It’s cold, compared to the inside, and youdidn’t bring a jacket. Unconsciously, you drift closer to Hugo until you’repressed against him. This time he doesn’t comment, but merely wraps an armaround your shoulders hesitantly, allowing you to nestle under it and into hisside. He doesn’t let go as he shows you his wrestling den, nor do you drawaway, despite not being cold anymore. The opposite is the case. “Thanks forshowing me your wrestling stuff,” you say before wrapping your arms around himin a hug. He freezes, but then embraces you too and pulls you close. Where yourcheek is pressed against his neck, you feel him blush.

Where's this thing gonna end?

So I've changed my answer a few times when people have asked how much is left in the fic -- here's the behind-the-scenes.

Originally it was going to be a one-shot -- just that first chapter, a static portrait of depression and alcoholism. The ending of it caught people off-guard, because we expect change and progress in our narratives, so it's disconcerting to reach the end and get neither. It begins with Robert miserable and hungover, alone in the dark except for Betsy, and it ends with him miserable and drunk, alone in the dark except for Betsy, no improvement, not even any cause for hope. It’s a rude thing to do to readers, but that’s what alcoholism and depression is.

And then the bake sale chapter came to me; I don't recall the inspiration, and initially I was apprehensive of the reception it would get because it was so very different in tone from the first chapter. But hey, it turns out people like seeing Robert have a good day too, and together those two stories didn't form any real meta structure, but I could live with that.

And then, Scheherazade-like, the same night I posted “The Zara Shirt," my brain furnished me with the complete plot for “This House Just Sings (This House Just Screams).” And suddenly the chapters started getting harder to write, because suddenly they mattered more. It wasn't just about Robert's depression anymore, or his fluffy escapist romance with Gene, it was also really, really important to me that people understood just how fucking terrible Joseph is, that there is nothing sexy about psychological abuse, and goddamn this fucking fandom and their hard-on for shipping Robert with Joseph. Usually I don't care if people like a pairing that I'm not into -- Steve/Tony? Sure, you do you, bro -- but this... christ almighty.

At best, Joseph is a manipulative serial adulterer who took advantage of someone mentally ill and grieving. At worst, you're shipping Robert with his rapist. If you like Robert, you shouldn't want him anywhere near Joseph, and I could write a thousand words of meta on the subject -- or I could write a fic that delivers the same message.

Anyway, after that installment, the series had developed enough that I felt it deserved some closure before I stopped. As I was working on “This House,” I was also kicking around some ideas for the next chapter to be something more lighthearted, as a palate cleanser -- a romp in which Robert and Mary scheme to trick Gene into getting a dog. Then after that, I thought, would be the closing chapter, featuring some important conversations between Robert and Gene, showing what lasting change looks like for someone like Robert, and ending on a note that is not without complications, but hopeful. (Kind of like the ending of the game.) Five chapters in all, three serious installments with two lighter interludes.

Except it didn't happen that way, because after "This House" my brain was like "lol okay but what if you wrote a sex comedy about Gene and Alex and Craig and Smashley having a foursome instead?" And after that my ideas started wandering more toward Gene's angle (*cough* and Alex) and we got three Gene-centric chapters in a row -- “The In-Laws,” “Her Dad's Dumb Crush,” and Gene's remix of “The Zara Shirt.” And with each chapter, Alex became more and more integral to Gene's world, and rightfully so -- you don't love and live with someone for fifteen years without shaping each other. Gene's history is so deeply wrapped up in Alex, all the major touchstones of his life have involved Alex, all his beliefs about what relationships should be and how to make them work were formed by his experiences with Alex.

And it was while I was writing the foursome chapter that it stopped being a coincidence that Robert and Gene hadn't had sex yet, and crystallized as yet another thing that Robert had issues about -- which is why the chapter that wound up coming out next was the morning-after coda, “After the Storm,” when they finally acknowledge the existence of those issues. And it meant that the ending wasn't simply a matter of getting around to writing a sex scene (and addressing the alcoholism, and addressing the depression), it also needed to work through the intimacy issues that Robert's Joseph-related PTSD had left him with.

(That's part of what delayed the sex comedy -- that in the original version, it was Robert who prompted it, and Gene told the story to him, not Mary. But halfway through, it became blindingly clear that this is not a story Gene can tell Robert. Not at this point in their relationship; Robert is already wildly insecure about his worth as a partner and how he measures up to Alex's memory, and struggling with his hangups about sex. Listening to a story about how much Gene adored Alex (and all the crazy awesome uninhibited sex they had) would have gutted him. So it got overhauled, and Robert got swapped out for Mary and her more neutral, prurient curiosity.)

And that means the ending isn't just addressing the romance, and the substance abuse, and the depression, and the PTSD, Robert also needs to reconcile himself to the memory of Alex and the place that he's always going to hold in Gene's heart.

So yeah, I admit, I keep moving the goalposts.

But what makes an ending satisfying is whether it provides proper closure and forms symmetry with the rest of the story. And as the story evolves, so too does the ending need to, or you're going to wind up with a Harry Potter epilogue situation -- a jarring return to primary colors after the story has broadened into shades of gray. Delving deeper into Robert's character and his myriad issues has meant reassessing where the finish line needs to be -- and for Robert, the finish line has never been about sex, or even romance, really. They show that in the game -- that his good ending isn't about getting to shag the Dadsona, it's about finding the will to change and finding someone who cares about him enough to support him in that endeavor.

So I wouldn't say that I have a plan for the ending exactly -- I'm still playing it by ear and letting the story unfold as it wants to -- but I do know what it needs to accomplish and I am building toward that resolution, not just meandering around pointlessly. It'll probably cap out around 100k~120k, because novel-length is the only way I know how to tell a story.

Now if I could just get over this fucking writer's block that leaves my head full of stories but without the words to tell them.

DDADDS Dadsona Poly fic

So I wrote a fic where Dadsona ends up with all the Dads in the game. At the same time. Um... enjoy? 

Takes place post good ends + A or S rank dates and may reference multiple good endings for Dream Daddy

Pairing is Dadsona / All the Dream Dads and possibly also Mary 

Featuring transman Dadsona, named “Dees” (DS = Dadsona)

Poly in which all the Dads are aware that Dees is involved with all of them, and have agreed to it, but aren’t necessarily involved with each other

Part 1: Craig

One of the funniest bits about the whole situation, Dees reflected, was the fact that the softball moms that made up Craig's avid fanbase still thought he was some kind of live-in babysitter. Dees could admit to himself that he could feel nothing but glee that time Craig celebrated a particularly ecstatic game win, soaked in Gatorade and riding on the adrenaline high, by pulling Dees into a passionate kiss that had him bent over backwards from the force of it, held up only by Craig's strong arms, while the other moms looked on aghast.

It didn't take long for that particular show to fade from their memory—a good three weeks later they were back at it again, fawning over Craig like some thirsty safari animals around a watering hole, and when Craig made a point to greet Dees with a crushing bro hug and sweetheart's kiss, one of the moms actually said they thought the two had broken up. Three weeks into finding out they were together.

Which would have been funnier if she hadn't mentioned what made her think so.

“I saw you canoodling with a brooding fella in a leather jacket near the woods that time, I swear it,” she said indignantly, mostly talking to Craig, who looked uncomfortable but not altogether surprised. Dees shrugged, trying to play it off as nothing while also trying not to die inside.

“Can't a guy spend time with his friends in a not-so-suspicious romp in the woods?” he said, trying to act unaffected even as the words made him feel dirty. The twins looked like they were ready and willing to back him up if possible, if not chase the suspicious moms away with their softball bats.

“Hey look over there!” one of the girls, either Briar or Hazel (with their hair tucked under their hats it was hard to tell, but Dees thought he was at least getting better at identifying them by face, if not by identical voice), said, distracting the moms long enough for them to make their timely escape.

“I'm so sorry about that,” Dees started, but Craig stopped him with a solid hand on his shoulder and a firm kiss to the forehead.

“Bro, don't be. Our personal lives are none of their business, and they should've respected us being together enough to not butt in. Seriously.” He smiled, getting Dees to smile along with him, grinning shyly from behind his hair.

“So, uh...” Craig then said, looking a bit awkward as he scratched the back of his head. The twins were taking turns carrying River and the two dads trailed behind at a responsible distance, just far enough not to be heard. “How's, ah, Robert doing?”

Dees shrugged, smiling warmly, his eyes set to the middle distance as his mind drifted to the man in question. “He's doing fine, far as I can tell? He's drinking less, though he hasn't gone cold turkey just yet. He's making a real effort though. He and Mary are trying to cut down, and the three of us make a point not to get anything alcoholic when we're out on the town sometimes. Most days, we spend time in the woods hunting the Dover Ghost, or the strange beast that we encountered up in the hills one time, and—the look on your face is one I haven't seen since Smashley claimed you could clear up a hangover by eating pig testicles.”

“Not that I don't believe you, but sometimes I get the feeling you and Robert operate on this whole other, like, plane of speech that has some deeper meaning us mere mortals aren't ever gonna get, and maybe on that plane you actually do hunt ghosts and fight monsters and we just never noticed because we're too busy being dads to notice the rising undead threat,” Craig said, and Dees laughed uncontrollably, setting River into amused gurgles and giggles, the tiny girl reaching her arms out to her other, considerably less healthy and swole, dad figure.

“You'll never know,” Dees said after taking River into his hands and lifting her over his head, making her squeal with laughter. His face turned serious for a moment before he sighed. “Man, I wish I was too busy being a dad to notice the rising undead threat.”

Craig looked apologetic. “Sorry, I didn't mean—”

“Totally not your fault, not even a little,” Dees said, winking reassuringly. “I miss my Manda Panda everyday regardless. I guess it's nice that Robert knows what it's like to have a daughter old enough and strong and independent enough to be away and all, even if our situations aren't exactly the same. Plus, you know, who else will fight the supernatural elements threatening Maple Bay?”

Craig gave a warm laugh, pulling Dees one-armed to his side, River between them while Briar and Hazel got in on either side of them. “Man, how can we possibly repay you for your bravery in fighting the supernatural threat? Any ideas, girls?”

“Fro-Yo on the bay?” Briar suggested, and Hazel nodded vigorously in response. “Hero's Fro-Yo! One for Dees, one for Robert!”

“I'm sure he'd love that,” Dees said, thinking of how warmed Robert would be by the gesture. Man, but daughters were great.

Dees met Craig's eyes, wondering if he had any problems with the kids acknowledging, even tangentially, Robert's relationship with him, but Craig just gave him a reassuring nod, looking somewhere between enamored and proud. Dees blushed, biting his tongue to keep his smile from getting too wide.

It's all gonna be okay

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by Furuba_Fangirl

When Isaac met Alex, he definitely wasn’t prepared for all the events to come. Falling in love. Forming a family... Loss. With all the good and bad memories, he wouldn’t give them up for anything in the world.

Words: 1318, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dadsona (Dream Daddy), Alex (Dream Daddy), Craig Cahn, Ashley | Smashley (Dream Daddy), Original Characters, Eventual Game Cameos, Amanda (Dream Daddy)

Relationships: Alex/Dadsona (Dream Daddy), Craig Cahn & Dadsona, Ashley | Smashley/Craig Cahn

Additional Tags: Fluff, I'm not kidding all the fluff, Underage Drinking, First Love, Dating, Marriage, Light Angst, Implied Sexual Content, Family Drama, Grieving, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Depression, Moving On, POV First Person

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maybe im reading this wrong bc im not american but to me the MAAMs kind of seem like the type of people who would also think covid is a hoax? and it sends kind of a weird message that in the show they are... right..

my name is margot fairmont. you ate my mother. prepare to kiss

the thing is i want to talk about the implications of ben pressuring noah to come out and taking a photo of his dick without his consent and refusing to delete it, and then giving some righteous speech about it that the show frames as an empowering moment, and noah getting slaughtered immediately after that - but.

he ate her mother man

lesbian vampire show bad

"not every monster is a murderous menace. some are mild-mannered productive members of society, who maybe drink a little blood"

ben. ben.

1. that's classist

2. that's racist

3. considering vampire lore, that's antisemitic

4. juliette still. kills to survive. what exactly are you trying to say

also i do have a question re the whole lilith story in f.irst k.ill. shouldnt she still be around? arent vampires immortal? why does it seem like there are only 3 generations of legacy vampires (whatever that means) at any given time?

not that it matters yk. he ate her mother

bigoted monsterphobe.

im actually rlly sad bc i feel like they created elinor specifically for me and they failed so miserably

on my knees shaking crying begging f.irst k.ill to tell me what it wants from me

im halfway through the last episode and i still have no fucking clue what's going on and i think it takes some sort of talent