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padme789 · 6 months
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(Robin's Eyes [Castlevania inspired])
This story is rated M HADES - 1 - Not finished Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationships: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler Additional Tags: Underworld Vampires, Buffy the Vampire Slayer References, True Blood References, Vampires, Robin Buckley is a Vampire, Vampire Bites, Blood Drinking, Supernatural Elements, Mild Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Pining, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Human/Vampire Relationship, Monster of the Week, Slow Burn
Summary: It's been years since Nancy set foot in Hawkins. Granted she was seven or was it six years old when her family left, semantics. What secrets could a high school senior hold? What Hawkins mysteries might be uncovered?
Can Nancy just have thirty minutes to herself so she can finish her college admissions?
A few seconds, so, she can ask the vampire that keeps staring at her from the stage at The Hideout, what her deal is? So what if she's nice to look at too.
Nancy didn't ask for any of this.
-aka-
Vampire!Robin/Nancy and vampire melodrama. So much vampire melodrama.
Chapter 1 Excerpt:
Two doors flung open, and the siblings exited. Nancy Wheeler shaded her eyes, uncomfortably empty backpack flapping at her left shoulder. Mike squinted, righting himself, not used to this new leggy frame. They stare at the school’s banners and hear the yellow bus doors close as the last students depart to begin their day. A cursory glance and Nancy could already pick apart the sizes of cliques and what spaces to avoid. She shifted her hair to hide a sudden feeling of unease. Was someone watching them? Of course, people were looking. They were the new kids. No, this was different. Two sets of eyes were observing from within the sea of ‘high school elites.’
“Have everything?” Karen Wheeler bent through the car to view her two oldest children.
Nancy and Mike both nod.
“Come on, you two, I know you’re going to make friends the minute you step through those doors. You just need to think positive.” She gave a thumbs up. This couldn’t be real life. “Sweetheart? Try not to get kicked out of this one,” finished Karen.
Nancy gave her mother a reluctant smile, rolling her eyes at Mike’s groan.
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finngualart · 5 months
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Hel in the underworld
(sharing some process pics under the cut)
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initial pencil sketch, digital sketch to fix proportions and composition, pencil lines, and scanned pencil lines with more detail added digitally
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404-art-found · 1 year
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pondering how there are surely other Ferrymen sailing the Styx, and how they may greet each other
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happyk44 · 3 months
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Percy, Jason, and Thalia can see ultraviolet
Nico, Bianca, and Hazel have superb night vision
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forestfullofberries · 14 hours
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ough. Penelope's "Waiting, Waiting..." in The Challenge hits so much harder now when you know another woman who sung it and literally died waiting for him
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inksetebos · 16 days
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diversity win! the ghost terrorizing the subway uses any pronouns!
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ask-hades · 2 months
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why does persephone call you babygirl
how about we stop talking for a little while
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sarafangirlart · 3 months
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Hades: y’know I had a wife before you
Persephone: Oh yeah?
Hades: Yeah but they got her
Persephone: What does that mean?
Hades: I liked her too
Persephone: What do you mean they got her?
Hades: Made the White Poplar in her honor, she was a good woman
Persephone: … fuck this Hades
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padme789 · 3 months
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This story is rated M VAMPYR - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - Not finished
Chapter 10 "Robin Part I" Excerpt: There's no clear display of who stepped first, but their lips locked. After weeks of avoidance and an ignored acknowledgment, both have wanted this since their first meeting in the alleyway at the back of The Hideout. 
Robin's hands gripped Nancy's waist, thumbs and pointer fingers grazing the hidden skin under the oversized t-shirt worn today with her heavy coal-grey sweater cardigan. They began to move. The brunette steering them, her back turned, toward the bed.
Nancy felt the edge hit her calves. Ready to fall when the blonde began to pull away. Staring at her were the incandescent sparks she's woken from in a handful of her dreams. The brunette touched Robin's face, keeping it still, refusing to break their trance.
The blonde blinked, eyes back to their usual still water-like blue. Nancy pulled Robin down for another kiss, this one more urgent. They fall onto the bed. The brunette's fingers laced into blonde hair. Robin's hands slid along Nancy's lower back, gripping possessively. Their kiss was released with a click. The blonde's lips traced the brunette's chin, descending with delicate pecks down her neck.
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shadowpeachyuri · 8 months
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note to self. still want to figure out what the hell purple stands for in the color symbolism of lego monkie kid
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plant-cell-park · 20 hours
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hey did anyone notice that some parts of monster has a similar melody to open arms :')
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thatstroubling · 1 year
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Picture Me Better - Weyes Blood
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darabeatha · 3 months
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/ It's late here but I still can't go to sleep because the mosquito trapped in my room is still here and whenever I see it, it disappears but it keeps taunting me and coming back and I can never catch it
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fragrantpines · 11 months
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Meng Po Soup's favourite flowers are red spider lilies.
They are the only flowers that bloomed in the underworld, helping lost souls find their way back onto the path of reincarnation with their fragrant scent.
Despite living in the underworld all his life, he had never really paid attention to them. After all, they were just some flowers, why should he care about them?
Yes, he never cared about the flowers. What he cared about was the smile you would give him whenever he gave those flowers to you, watching your face bloom with happiness as you accepted the flowers gracefully, a shy blush spread across your cheeks.
Once upon a time, he had been nicknamed by the masses as "Heartless" for a number of reasons. His face that was as still as a rock, his voice that never faltered while speaking the cruelest of thoughts, his body that never flinched when he was handing out punishments mercilessly-- there were too many to list out and he didn't feel comfortable listing anymore anymore when tears started to appear at the corner of your eyes.
"What they say is not true! The fact that you love me is proof that you have a heart!"
Is that so?
Perhaps you were right.
After he had met you, he began to learn about the various emotions in his heart in order to love you the way you deserved to feel loved. Every day, his heart was packed with emotions that he never knew the names of till you taught him what they were, why they were there and how each ones were significant. Those days were the best days in his immortal life, ones that he wished to perserve in the library of memories so that he could revisit them whenever he wanted to.
So why did he have to meet you in that field of red spider lilies?
"I'm sorry, Meng. I have to leave now."
"You don't have to. You can drink the soup and stay here as my servant again."
You don't have to go, so stay. Stay here with me please.
He wished that he didn't see you shake your head, shattering his ideas of keeping you all to himself.
He wished that you didn't approach him with a sad smile before embracing him tightly, just like how you would greet him whenever he paid a visit to Kongsang.
He wished, oh how he wished, that he didn't feel how cold your body was against his, devoid of the warmth that the living had within their bodies.
"Take care, my love. Remember that your heart is always here with you no matter what."
No, no it wasn't. His heart was never with him. It was in the hands of the person that smiled for him, cried for him, died for him.
That day, tears fell from his eyes as he pressed you close to his chest, praying that this nightmare would disappear the moment he woke up. Alas, when he saw your memories slowly disappear the moment you drank the soup--his soup--, a part of him died along the memories they shared. Memories that only he would carry from today onwards.
Meng Po Soup's favourite flowers were red spider lilies.
Now, as he looks over the sea of red spider lilies, a sneer appears on his lips.
Maybe they would look more beautiful if they were burned down with the world that dared to hurt you.
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forestfullofberries · 17 hours
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themoonking · 6 months
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see someone spreading misinformation about ancient greece online, gently correct them, they say "well discerning whats canon and whats fanon in greek mythology is really difficult". i am killed instantly.
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