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#this isn’t really about vampires
lordfreg · 2 years
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💜us against the world💜
tags: @carl-unironic
Fandom: ROTTMNT
AU: Vampire!
Character: Donatello
Warning: Snarky comments n fluff🥰
Reader: im going with female, Yokai-human hybrid on this one because idk it’s just more interesting🥺. And you’re a Chinese dragon hybrid
                                     ୨⎯“us against the world”⎯୧
It was a cold, October day, the perfect weather for taking a stroll down your fellow neighborhood in New York City. Ah, yes, the big apple! It was home to a lot of creatures, this Y/N knew.
Y/N was a Yokai.
Well, only half of that statement is true. Her father was a human and her mother was a Yokai. In any form, Y/N was proud of her family and her Dragon side. She used cloaking magic to cover up her dragon features like her soft ears and scaly tail. The said magic emblem was a necklace in the shape of an emerald, that dangled on a silver chain.
She lived about an average life, as average of a life you can live as a mutant. Y/N was told at a young age to keep herself hidden, as much as she could anyways. She became a fan of ushankas and dresses.
October was the one month of the year that Y/N could walk around with her ears flopping free and her tail dragging on the ground and no one questioned her. That’s why Halloween was her favorite holiday.
Y/N had awesome friends that accepted her anyway she was, except she hadn’t told them that she was a dragon hybrid. Y/N was scared that they would only see her as dangerous and scary, she could manipulate fire and she has a prehensile tail. People said it would be cool to have a tail, but it was kinda hard because it kept getting stepped on every two seconds, but hey! Still cool.
Once, Y/N asked her father why she couldn’t show her true self to anyone, and her father simply replied with wise words.
“People fear what they don’t understand, sweetie.”
Y/N lived by those words, especially after her father died when she was only 14 years old. It was sad, her mother was destroyed, but did her best to care for her daughter.
But it was almost time for dinner, so she rushed back to her apartment complex with two steaming hot coffees. Being careful not to spill the coffees, Y/N bolted up the stairs and unlocked the door with her tail, no one was around anyways.
“Hello, Nomi!” Y/N chirped, setting the lattes down carefully and greeting her mother with a peck on the cheek before helping her with dinner.
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Afterwards, she did the dishes to ease the burden of being a single mother with a 15 year old girl.
“Y/N, darling, I’m not feeling so well,” Her mother spoke, “I think I’m going to go to bed early.”
“Okay!” Y/N sighed, resting her gloved hand on her head and on her hip, “You rest up, I’ll handle the dishes and then I’ll take a walk.”
“Okay, dear,” Mother sighed, “Just.. be safe, please.”
“Your wish is my command!” Y/N saluted.
Her mother chuckled a bit, “You’re so silly, Y/N. Good night, dear heart.”
“Good night, Nomi.” Y/N smiled.
Soon, Y/N was finished with the dishes and took a quick shower before taking the midnight stroll. Night time was Y/N’s favorite time, there was barely anyone awake and the streets were mostly empty. That gave Y/N an excuse to let her dragon features show.
She lifted up her dress and twirled around, embracing the so-crisp-it-almost-stung autumn air, and let her ears flick back into visibility along with her tail.
Unbeknownst to Y/N, there were red, shining eyes watching over her. The owner was perched on the ledge of a building, along with three other figures hidden in the shadows.
The looming eyes were quickly covered by goggles with blue and red lenses. The goggles zoomed in on the girl frolicking around along the city streets. The watching figure switched a setting on his goggles and it showed the female’s Yokai magic.
“Found something of interest, Don?” The one with the blue bandanna nudged the purple one as they came into the moonlight.
“Not particularly,” Don said, briefly looking around the other city streets.
“Then why were you staring at Walkway street for, like, 45 seconds straight?”
(AN; I don’t actually know if there’s a real street in New York called walkway just roll with me here😰)
“B-Because,” Purple huffed, “That girl down there appears to be a Yokai, Leon.” The goggle-wearing hero spat out.
“Whatever you say, bro.” Leo smirked.
For the split second that Donnie had taken his eyes off of Y/N, she had managed to wander down into an alley following a cat.
Frantically searching for the darling— for the girl Yokai, Donnie spun his head back and forth before his youngest brother called him to action.
Y/N was being held at knifepoint being forced to give up all their valuables.
“I-I told you already sir!” Y/N pleaded, “I don’t have anything!”
“Sure you don’t,” the raggedy man hissed, “That’s what they all say,” he slurred his words.
Just then, four shadow-like figures jumped down from the building behind the female, weapons bared. Their eyes glowed red, and their fangs were visible.
The scraggly man looked shocked, almost dropping his knife before clasping it tighter and pointing it at the threatening creatures. As they lurched closer Y/N stepped backwards and let them surround her in a protective circle. She noticed the green hue of their skin in the dim street light, and the fact that they had shells. That too.
“If you touch her or us,” The red one stated, “And we’ll eat cha alive.” He grinned while leaning in close to the man, making sure to show his fangs off.
The man then screamed and ran out of the alley, dropping the knife and pushing Y/N onto the ground. The dragon hybrid fell to the ground with an “Oophf!” As she landed on her back.
The group of turtles turned to face her, each of their bandannas coming into view. Their glowing, red eyes became yellow in the light and their curious expressions were now visible.
‘Huh.’ Y/N thought, ‘Color coded ninjas. Where have I seen that before?’
“I’m so sorry, lady!” The orange one said, taking her hand and lifting Y/N onto her feet once again.
“It’s okay,” Y/N said, rubbing her back and smiling lightly, “I’m fine,”
“Oh wow,” The blue one stared in awe of Y/N’s ears, “A-Are those real?” He asked, stepping closer and poking them lightly.
“Are those real?” Y/N laughed back, poking his fangs as he stepped back in surprise.
“Yeah,” the red one said, “We’re all, erm, vampires.” He said nervously.
Y/N blinked, processing what he had just said. Then a look of bewilderment washed over her features before morphing into an excited grin.
The purple one was observing the dragon the entire time, taking in every little detail. Who knows? Maybe there’ll be a pop quiz about that one strand of hair that got hooked in the side of your mouth or what degree does her eyebrows rest at compared to the rest of your beautiful, glorious face?
“You mean, like, real vampires?!” Y/N almost jumped with joy, “But your turtles?” She almost shouted.
“Yeah,” Orange said, “Half man, half turtle, half bat!” He said, making claws and waving his arms around with every “half.”
“That would be one-third, you brainless sea sponge.” Purple said, lightly skidding the back of the poor kids head.
“One-half, one-third, who cares? Important thing is, I’m about 99.9% sure that we just made a new friend.” Blue smiled, pulling Y/N in for a side hug.
“I’m sorry,” Y/N interrupted, “But I didn’t get your names, who are you?”
“Oh!” Orange raised his hand and waved it back and forth, “Me! Me! Me first!”
“Okay, the uh, ninja in orange!” Y/N pointed, “You can go first,”
“My name’s Michelangelo, but everyone just calls me Mikey!” He smiled, “Or Mickey, or Mitch, or Mike, or Angelo, or M, or—“
“I’m Rafael, Raph for short.” He said, sweet and simple.
“You already know me, I’m Leonardo, fearless leader. Leo for short.” He winked.
“And the antisocial blob of purple in the corner is Donatello! Don-Tron why don’t you give a warm welcome to Y/N our new BYFFAE.” Leo said, scooting Y/N towards Donnie. “That means best-Yokai-friend-forever-and-ever.” Leo whispered.
He cocked a brow while looking Y/N up and down, his glaring eyes looking down on her made Y/N start to sweat.
Donnie sighed and stuck out a hand for her to shake, “Hello, Y/N. I am Donnie, formally known as Donatello Hamato.”
Y/N shook his hand which was smooth but clammy at the same time, “Wait, did just say the word ‘sigh’?” She asked, but got no reply.
He paused for a moment, not letting go of Y/N’s hand in an iron grip.
“Why aren’t you scared of us?” He questioned, leaning closer to the dragon, “You should be terrified that we might suck your blood or something.”
“Well,” Y/N inhaled sharply, “I just thought that you guys would like me since we’re both… sorta freaky.” She said sadly, thinking that they didn’t like her.
“Hey, we’re all freaks here,” Raph said, smiling. “You’re welcomed.”
“Well, now that’s settled,” Raph began, “We should get headed home, Dad’s waiting on us.”
“Yeah, I should get going too,” Y/N said, yawning. “Tonight was crazy!”
“Yeah, I’m sure all of us are tired, we had a big day, can we all just go home now?” Donnie said annoyed at first, but then descended into a desperate attempt to hide his newfound interest in this Yokai.
As Don was pushing Mikey by his shell towards Leo’s portal, Y/N came scrambling back into the alleyway with a pen and a crumpled up poster.
“What’s that?” Don asked, shoving Mikey into the portal.
“My number,” Y/N said, “So we can hang out again!” She smiled.
Donnie felt his heart skip a beat, perhaps he was having a heart attack, which would’ve been fine by him at this moment. His face was so red it felt like it was burning holes through his mask.
“Tha-Thanks,” He said as she sloppily shoved the paper into his hands.
“No problem!” Y/N said, running out of the alley, “Just make sure to call me!”
Don huffed out a laugh that was more of a sigh, astonished at fact that Y/N had given him (and his brothers) her number. To call her! And hang out!
“Hey!” Leo shouted from the other side of the portal, “Quit gawking and get squawking!” He said making chicken noises at the purple turtle.
“What are you talking about? That makes no sense.” Donnie sighed stepping into the portal.
“You make no sense,” Leon resorted in a mocking tone.
“Whatever.”
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It had been a couple of months since Y/N and the turtles had met, and almost every weekend they would go out for pizza. This time all the turtles had gotten sick with the common cold, and Don was the only one left standing.
“Hello, Hello!” Y/N called out, balancing the 4 pizzas on her palms, “I’m here with your food!”
The red eyes peered from the shadows of the sewer lair, hungry growls leaving the mouths of the boys. Donnie stepped in front of Y/N protectively, stopping Mikey from lunging at Y/N and eating all the pizza.
“PIZZZZAAAAAA!!!” The orange one hissed.
“Not on my watch, Mike,” Don said through a purple medical mask, holding out his Bo-tech to stop M, “Go back to the sick cave and wait for me.”
Y/N chuckled at the sight of the sick boy’s attempt to gobble up the delicious midnight snack. Mikey slid off the staff like a snake and the others looked just a worm-ish.
“Sorry about that, Y/N,” Donnie murmured, “They’re sick, so they’re more feral than usual.”
“Understandable,” Y/N smiled, “You want me to help you get them back into bed?”
“Sure,” Don actually smiled a bit.
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After the bros were safely hanging upside down, after a full meal of course, Y/N and Donnie had some time to spare.
“So,” Y/N started, looking at the hanging turtle bats, “Won’t blood rush to their brains?”
“Implying that they have brains for blood to rush too,” he laughed, “But, uh, no. You see, due to the crazy clump of biological disasters we are, our anatomy is all messed up.
We have a constant flow of blood from our hearts to the rest of our body. That fact that it doesn’t it doesn’t rush to anywhere at all makes it very easy to hang upside down.” He went on.
“Aaand, you don’t care, do you?” He said getting self conscious as he realized that his crush was looking up the entire time.
“No, no,” Y/N interrupted the bad thoughts, “Blood can’t rush to your heads because of the constant flow of blood from the heart, but look!”
Y/N pointed to the ceiling, grabbing Don’s arm and pulling him close to her to see what she was seeing, “They’re all huddled together.”
Donnie smiled fondly, “Ah, I remember when we used to do that,”
“Huddle together?”
“Yes,” he sighed, “Bats of the same family often huddle together for warmth and comfort, we used to wrap our wings around each other.”
“That’s adorable, Don,” Y/N said, still interlocking her arm with her friends’. They faced each other and kinda just stared before Donnie finally broke the awkward moment.
“Uh, you can let go now,” He mumbled almost reluctantly.
“Oh,” Y/N let go and looked away, trying desperately to brush off the moment, “My apologies.”
“Apology accepted,” the purple turtle said as he picked at the carpet.
After a few seconds of silence, Don finally spoke up about something he’s been overthinking for a long time.
“Hey Y/N?” Don looked over to the dragon with worried and pleading eyes.
“Yeah, Donnie?” Y/N faced him, trying to hide the blush from her embarrassed blush.
“Why..” He choked on his words a bit, “Why do you stay with us?”
“What do you mean?” Y/N asked concerned.
“I mean, I’m a monster and you’re,” he paused looking down at the carpet again and started picking at it, “Well, you’re not.”
“I’m not a monster,” Y/N repeated, as if she was processing the information she just heard, “You’re not either, Don. None of you.”
“Well, people don’t seem to know that.” He huffed, scrunching up his face into his usual glare.
“My entire life, I’ve been told to never reveal myself to anyone.” Y/N started, “You guys are the first people, er, turtles to accept me as I am. Even with… this whole situation.” Y/N said, waving her spread hand over her face.
“What situation?” Don asked, “The half Yokai or the cute face?”
Donnie didn’t realize what he had just said.
Y/N blanked, her cheeks when red and her ears turned up. Something, Donnie had noticed, she did when she was shocked or embarrassed.
Then it hit him like a truck.
He had called Y/N cute.
He was so shocked that he hadn’t even realized that he was holding his breath. He inhaled sharply, trying to think of a quick response to brush off  the awkward comment and bring the conversation back on track.
“Well,” Y/N said, snapping him out of his thoughts, “I think your face is cute too.”
“Why thank you,” Donnie boasted, “Wait, what?”
“Yeah,” Y/N sighed out, bringing her knees to her chest, “I’ve always thought you were handsome, but the way you focus on your work so intensely, yet your touch is delicate.”
Donatello was taken aback, was this a confession? That wasn’t supposed to happen until next week! He even had it on his calendar.
“Is this…” he paused to process, “Is this a confession?” He would blush, but you know, constant flow of blood.
“I guess it is,” Y/N looked at him with hopeful yet disappointed eyes, “It’s fine if you don’t like me back, I understand.”
“No!” He basically shouted, “No, no, no, I like you also! I mean I really, really like you. A lot.” Donnie looked away, sort of mortified.
“So, I guess we both like each other,” Y/N stated, after a few seconds after Donnie spoke.
“Yeah, I suppose,” He looked at Y/N and took a huge breath of confidence before hooking his finger under Y/N’s chin turning her to face him.
He leaned in and planted a long kiss and her lips. Y/N was shocked, but promptly kissed back, making Donnie relax into the kiss. They both pulled away, breathless, and feeling like all was well in the world.
“Wow,” Donnie was only able to mumble out.
“Agreed,” Y/N smiled.
“AWWWWWWW,” they heard from above, “That’s adorable!” Leo slurred.
“LEON!!” Donnie growled before lunging at his brother, before Leo was saved by his Don’s new girlfriend.
“It’s okay, Don,” Y/N said, patting the top of the grumbling turtle.
“Well, now that loud mouth knows, everyone’s gonna hear about it.”
“Let them talk about us,” She said, “We’ve got each other and that’s enough.”
“Us against the world.”
END💜
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thranduel · 8 months
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astarion, the man who was dying and offered eternal life, but had no idea that it meant becoming a slave to a sadistic master.
astarion, the man who had his freedom and bodily autonomy ripped away from him.
astarion, the man who was forced to befriend, seduce and sleep with people to lure them back to his master, resulting in severe sexual trauma and the struggle to form any sort of intimate relationship.
astarion, the man who was horribly punished whenever he refused his master’s orders (one punishment being sealed away in a dusty tomb, starving, for an entire year. he scratched his hands raw trying to carve his way out).
astarion, the man who was forced to eat rats.
astarion, the man who hasn’t even been able to see his own face since he turned.
astarion, the man who had his body mutilated as cazador carved scars onto his back, which he later found out was to bind him to a ritual.
astarion, the man who is so severely traumatised that he admitted he doesn’t know how to say “no” or ask for help (and he feels guilty when he does).
astarion, the man who waited two centuries to be helped and freed from torture, but no one came.
astarion, the man who was always treated like a monster when all he wanted was to be treated like a person.
astarion, the man who came up to you in the middle of the night just to thank you for defending him and allowing him to make his own decisions.
astarion, the man who said that no one ever looked out for him or showed him kindness, and that you’re the only one. “other people don’t have a heart like you. you’re you. no one is like that.”
astarion, the man who broke the cycle of power and terror that started centuries ago thanks to the love, care and compassion that you showed him when no one else did.
astarion, the man who confessed that he loves you and feels safe with you; something he has never felt with anyone before.
#my darling boy :(#astarion#baldur’s gate 3#bg3#bg3 spoilers#his backstory and character development make me want to bawl my eyes out#this is why i get so angry when people don’t even try to understand him#and when they reduce him to things he’s not#like do you pay ANY attention to anything he says??#or do you just stare at him and drool and then continue to sexualise him#sorry if that sounds dramatic but ughhhhhh man#it’s just incredibly annoying#like i don’t know why some people choose to pick up an intense game with really deep characters if they’re not gonna try to understand them#like they weren’t just made for you to treat them like they’re objects#and what gets me is the fact that astarion would HATE how people talk about him#and yes yes i know he’s not real i’m not dumb i am aware!!!!!#but he would absolutely hate it#that flirty sexy vampire image you have of him isn’t even real#it was a mask he wore#he was literally forced into doing those things#even in the game he has a reputation for flirting and sleeping around but that’s not even who he is or what he wants#it’s all an act#and it’s just so sad how everyone reduces him to that when it traumatises him every day#and apparently there’s a scene with raphael where if you haven’t seen astarion’s scars yet ->#raphael basically says he’s surprised astarion has kept his clothes on for this long and then he strips him naked in front of everyone#it’s so horrible and unfair#i just want to hold his hand and hug him tight. he deserves so much better in the game AND in this fandom#tw abuse#tw sa#my posts
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mrsdulac · 1 year
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do you ever think about how Claudia kind of reverted into an actual baby child after she’s with Lestat and Louis because for the first time in her life she felt safe and loved?
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babygirlgiles · 2 years
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Re-watching Dead Man’s Party and Snyder telling Buffy that someone with her “talents and abilities” should work at Hot Dog on a Stick and saying she’d look cute in the little hat, and now knowing that in s6 she works at Doublemeat Palace, essentially the same thing, where she has to wear a stupid little hat, because of how limited her life is due to the responsibilities she has because of her “talents and abilities”. Wow. Wow wow wow. I am clinically unwell about this. I’m gonna gnaw through a brick.
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hanzajesthanza · 7 months
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combining (one of my) favorite short story with (some of my) favorite characters ❤️
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r0semultiverse · 10 months
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Absolutely wild to me that some human guy was just messing around with experimental medicine and invented what is essentially a vampiric blood disease & that’s how we have Muzan! 👀
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redhotarsenic · 10 months
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First art fight thing done 🙏🙏🙏
For TawnyBudgie
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frodolives · 1 year
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LOUSTAT CAN STILL WIN!!!
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lionblaze03-2 · 24 days
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idk about anyone else but for me /personally/ assigning any of the wof dragon tribes a single equivalent human culture or accent feels kind of weird or off. Unless you’re like. Specifically from that culture and know what you’re interpreting
like sure the ‘nightwings are British because they’re voiced that way in the audiobooks’ is funny at first but I once saw a post break down the accents by tribe and assign sandwings a Nigerian accent. Which IMMEDIATELY makes the fact that they’re commonly rogues and thieves in the story not a fun cowboy thing but a vaguely racist thing suggesting that all Nigerian people scam and steal, which. Given the ‘Nigerian prince’ thing is already a stereotype, well…-
and it definitely isn’t JUST that, I’m not trying to call a single person out. But these kind of 1-1 correlations lead to results like this 9/10 times and it just feels strange. Just mix stuff together. Mash ideas from different places into one. Don’t make the dragons a 1-1 parallel to a specific human culture because then any story you tell that may connect to a stereotype of that culture will come off really, really bad
#Instead of they have ___ accent#Say. Well their accent is closest to like this one with a hint of this one. And it varies throughout the regions of the kingdom#Because that is not saying something about a specific ‘kind’ of person. It’s just taking your favorite ideas and playing with them#This is specifically why everything in righteous pines has like 2 religions and then random other cultural factors thrown in#+ the source material and stuff I just made up for me that isn’t from ANY culture#Because I am NOT gonna get caught stereotyping a specific group and be seen as spreading hate#wings of fire#also I don’t mean like. If you’re specifically from a culture and paying informed homage to your heritage#I mean just. Like. White teenagers picking random races based on general regions for the tribes#Like I probably would’ve done when I was 12-14. Like a fool#anyway this isn’t really an angry post at all it’s just kind of a vague opinion#I’m not genuinely mad at anyone who does this I’m just like. Wary for them. Like#Look out girl you’re gonna get cancelled you need to be more CAREFUL#Because I’m 90% sure most people don’t MEAN it to be racist. It’s just. Internalized ideas or general assumptions or something. Uninformed.#But you cannot be uninformed or you will get got. Inform yourselves folks!!! Play safe!! With many mixed ideas!#lion’s lair#invalid white persons opinion by the way. I’m downright vampiric so you can entirely disregard this post if that affects its meaning#My icks literally do not matter in this situation. I know that. I’m just ATTEMPTING to read the room#And not hurt anybody#👍?
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nightcolorz · 1 year
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Currently thinking about how Anne Rice has expressed that Lestat is a reflection in many ways of the type of person she wished she could be and how she didn’t understand gender + didn’t entirely identify with womanhood, and how all of those feelings are a part of Gabrielle’s character, down to Gabrielle basically saying to Lestat that she loves him because she sees the type of man she can’t be reflected in him and I just…Im not the biggest fan of Anne Rice as a person, she was definitely very flawed (that may be an understatement), but I feel bad that she seemed to have had some unaddressed gender dysphoria, and never really got to explore her gender in a way that she found satisfactory. Based on how she’s spoken about it it seems like she didn’t consider exploring her gender identity to be a possibility. And honestly I find that really sad
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deityofhearts · 2 months
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I hate people who think they have a say in what other people do with their own belongings, people can customize their collectors dolls and figurines, people can write in, fold and tear pages out of their books, people can alter their clothes to their own liking and so that they actually fit. people can do whatever the fuck they want with their own shit, why are y’all so mad over something that isn’t and never will be yours?
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chibishortdeath · 7 months
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—Hello and welcome—
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devilsskettle · 8 months
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also this is a problem i have with a surprising amount of series that are satirical, but i feel like if you make a satire of something specific and then make the topic of satire broader to appeal to a wider audience that doesn’t have interest in the specific topic you were satirizing, then what are you even saying at that point? the more you generalize, the less connected the satire is to the original topic, the less effective the satire is. this happens each new iteration of scream and it’s happening to each new season of what we do in the shadows until they stop being satire at all because of how many degrees of separation it is from the original topic of satire
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cream-and-tea · 10 months
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how do werewolves work in lmd (plus anything else like that)
OK SO.
(this got very very long)
(just as a warning)
(also i’m going to tag @transmasc-wizard bc i remember you asked about this a while ago and a lot of this response comes from what i had typed up to respond to YOU lol)
(okay here we go)
there are (putting it very very basically) two main kinds of magic in the Ghost Story Universe: mortem (Death Juice) and vita (Life Juice). they draw from the same source (God Juice) (which is also the source of the apocalypse but that’s another post entirely) and are kind of different aspects of one thing, but still act as opposing forces. equals and opposites, can’t have one without the other, etc etc. the point is that even though they’re two different types of magic they share the same set of rules and operate under the same basic facts. one of the most basic being that magic is physically taxing to use. no magic comes without a cost
so this is pretty straightforward. and generally it isn’t anything too debilitating, but the more powerful the magic and the more magic used, the more damaging the physical effects become (for example: early on agnes’s chitchats with the ghosts she sees don’t really wear on her because it’s a very passive form of her power, but as the plot progresses and she actively draws on it more and more she starts to develop chronic headaches). the more active magic bullshit you do in succession —> the worse you’ll be feeling the next morning. people would usually need to rest for upwards of a few days after performing a major act of magic and the reason The Library focuses so much on endurance and repetition is to prevent that from happening. it’s to the point that some majorly powerful stuff is possible but the benefit of it is almost completely outweighed by the potential damage it would cause.
rambly worbuilding aside, this is really just a preface so it makes sense when i say: vampires and werewolves are what happen when people push their magic to far.
they’re basically the most extreme end of the spectrum for either kind of magic. vamps are a result of overusing vita (blood life stuff), and wolfs are a result of overusing mortem (spooky death stuff). this happens to people when they’re drawing on so much magic that their body literally cannot support it anymore and starts canabilizing itself in order to support the magic and prevent the person from just. coming apart at the seams. a Regular Person body is just incapable of handling that amount of power, so in turn they have to draw their sustenance from a different non-human source. the comparatively small piece-of-magic-apocalypse-juice in them mutates and co-opts the functions of their body in order to save that body from collapse. both vamps and wolves have to feed CONSTANTLY or they risk their bodies giving in and all their organs straight-up failing. it’s a slow transformation process and sort of representative of how much Whatever Caused The Apocalypse has become so deeply ingrained in every part of the new world. again: it presents differently but it’s all the same stuff in the end.
the world is full of monsters and weirdness and general spooky bullshit but vampires and werewolves especially have an ENORMOUS amount of stigma surrounding them because of the fact that most people still see regular magic users as recognizably human, and view the transformation as a transition from Human Person With Emotions Who I Should View As Such Despite This One Weird Thing to Inhuman Monster. most magical creatures aren’t seen as sentient in nature and many of them are actively dangerous to humans, so if someone pushes their abilities to far and ends up undergoing the transformation then it’s seen as a shift from being one of Us (normal people just trying to survive this crazy broken down to world) to being one of Them (unnatural monsters that came about as a result of the evil forest and apocalypse and want to destroy humanity), except that obviously the people who are turned are the same people they were before, just with an extra set of challenges and probably more bloodlust (which i can see being a bit of concern but c’mon. are u really going to let a little killer instinct get in the way of a lasting and meaningful relationship. weak).
They’re also used as an excuse when it comes to hatred of people born with magic at all. bc sure it SEEMS harmless when you kid is learning from their dead grandma or healing a little bit faster than normal, but with ONE WRONG MOVE they could become A VISCOUS BEAST or a BLOODSUCKING MONSTER and do you really want to take that risk?? wouldn’t it be better to stamp that out now before someone gets hurt??? even in places like The Library, which usually serves as a safe-haven for people born w magic, vamps and wolfs are seen as somehow Lesser. The Library toutes them as cautionary tales and failures of magic, basically a warning of what not to do to their students.
to get into the more specific abilities and effects and What Being A Vampire Or Werewolf Means i’ve made some handy little lists (ft. calliope and luca macnamara, a book 2-3 character that nobody knows about lol) (please click tumblr absolutely wrecked the quality):
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so. yeah.
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francisforever2014 · 5 months
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i thought wrapped day was annoying before i got spotify and now i’ve had it for a few years and i’m happy to report that…… nothing has changed
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widowshill · 5 months
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fun little thing that happened to me the other day is tubi glitched and started playing 210 instead of resuming where i was, but I wasn’t looking so V’s monologue caught me completely off guard and I may have gotten a little emotional hearing her tell me her name again
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