vampire AU hcs
a/n: something short and sweet to get these ideas out of my head, spooky szn hasn't quite left me yet 🦇💕
oc x canon, they/he law, blood ment, hickeys
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Vampires being repelled by garlic but treating it with the same weight as most lactose intolerant people because, depending on the amount consumed, the affects are more or less the same as a mild allergic reaction - Law is not giving their idiot vampiric boyfriend their blood to sip equivalent to a lactaid pill while he sniffles and whines at them over a bowl of pasta
Law travels a lot for their work and it's not uncommon for Kirin to shadow them, stealing kisses under the cover of heavy foliage or napping comfortably under the good doctor's coat in the form of an innocent little bat until the sun sets
On the occasion that the area that he has to visit is notoriously sunny or crawling with vampire hunters, however, Kirin stays "home" at whatever little inn they've made themselves comfortable in for the month
The first long trip away from each other, Law returned to the innkeeper running up to him in a panic about the state of his partner since their departure; Kirin was as they left him, asleep and tangled up in the covers with his hair splayed across both pillows
Just that this time his skin ran a deathly chill (more than one would expect from the undead) and according to the inn-keeper he'd hardly moved at all in the past week, let alone get up to eat anything; although Law supposed that latter part was a good thing considering his partner's... proclivities
Only after they assured the innkeeper, and the handful of worried servants that had been charmed by their partner's nature before he ended up in such a sorry state, that everything would be fine if they just gave them some air and space to work, in private, did light return to Kirin's eyes
Whether it was the prospect of fresh blood or just Law's presence as they leaned down to give their pallid lover much needed affection and sustenance - that mattered little because life quite literally poured back into Kirin with the first bite
Later he'd get a scolding smack from the huffy doctor when Law asked how he ended up like that in the first place, and Kirin's only answer was that he refused to drink anyone's blood but theirs because "he was afraid to upset them" if he took anyone else like he took to them
They discussed later that if this little asshole was literally on the brink of a second death, that drinking other people's blood was okay without Law present
I like to think that Kirin's bites have minor healing properties in addition to the local anesthetic actual vampire bats have, where wild vampires have their gluttonous bloody feasts he lures his prey in with easy smiles and a gorgeous silhouette in the night, then he's gone without leaving so much as a trace on their necks
Makes things a lot harder for the hunters to follow his trail if there isn't one to follow
As far as Law is concerned, it's convenient, especially when he has to head into a meetup with other hunters over the weekend and their frankly insatiable lover is begging for more blood - although Law does feel a little something when Kirin proudly flaunts the patches of red and purple that they leave on him with his open, flowy shirts
Almost pouting because they've got nothing to show, but really all they have to do is ask and Kirin would gleefully mark their throat with love bites that didn't break skin, therefore having no need for his supernatural abilities to kick in and hide them
Though Law would hesitate to actually admit it out loud, since they're almost certain that the idea of them actually wanting to be marked by Kirin would send that man into a giddy, giggly haze for hours, and they really don't have the time to flush for that long (they're right)
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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Guys.
Y’all.
I…
I just. I just… i have discovered something. And I have laughed too much. I have laughed every time I have tried to explain it to someone. I cannot get through this.
Look. Okay.
There are two things you need to know, here.
First: There’s a style of Greek pottery that was popular during the Hellenic period, for which most of the surviving examples are from southern Italy. We call them ‘fish plates’ because, well, they’re plates, and they’re decorated with fish (and other marine life).
Like this one, currently in the Met:
Or this one, currently in the Cleveland Museum of Art:
They’re very cool. We’re not 100% sure what they were for, because most of the surviving ones were found as grave goods, but that’s a different post.
The second thing you need to know is that when we (Classics/archaeology/whatever as a discipline) have a collection of artefacts, like vases, sculptures, paintings, etc. and we do not know the name of the artist, but we’re pretty sure one artist made X, Y and Z artefacts, we come up with a name for that artist. There are a whole bunch of things that could be the source for the name, e.g. where we found most of their work (The Dipylon Master) or the potter with whom they worked (the Amasis Painter), a favourite theme (The Athena Painter), the Museum that ended up with the most famous thing they did (The Berlin Painter) or a notable aspect of their style. Like, say, The Eyebrow Painter.
Guess what kind of pottery the Eyebrow Painter made?
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Non-redstoners trying to redstone: the magic of the glowing red ores is one of the great mysteries of the world that few have mastered. But with careful study, observation, and practice I too may be able to harness its powers
Literally anyone trying to use an armor stand: Cleo is a witch and if I touch their spell book I will die or be haunted for the rest of my days by the aftershocks of magic I will never comprehend
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Trixa: "Maybe they wanna see our circus!"
Anya: "Maybe we should kill them all!"
Pluck: "Maybe you should calm down."
Werblund: "Maybe you're a bunch morons."
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Alright alright alright SO one of my favorite lines in Calefaction isn’t exactly the prettiest when it comes to prose, but I love it nevertheless: “He wants to file this all away and never think about it again, and he doesn’t ever, ever want to let go.”
That line was my breakthrough for the story. See, Calefaction got stuck in Writer’s Block Hell for ages because the difficult thing about writing an Itafushi story hinging on a conversation about feelings is getting Megumi to talk. He flat-out won’t. He’s allergic to it. He’d rather die.
So in order to have talk about feelings be a legitimate story beat, I had to figure out why he wouldn’t just ice out and avoid the conversation completely. I was honest-to-god drawing flowcharts to try and figure this one out, and then I wrote that line—he doesn’t want to let go—and it all sort of clicked.
Because that’s what kickstarted the tragedy of the two of them, isn’t it? Megumi can’t let Yuuji go, even within minutes of meeting him. He’s the one who advocates for Gojo to spare Yuuji’s life, even though it goes against his morals, because he can’t walk away from this dumbass he just met. Yuuji’s the one he makes exceptions for, over and over again, so while talking about his feelings is unbearable, the alternative just isn’t an option for him.
From there, it was pretty easy to weave that thread throughout the rest of the story, and everything fell into place. The this-is-unbearable-but-the-alternative-is-worse motivation had the potential to be angsty but honestly just made his internal monologue an so much fun. His inner voice is so dry and logical that mixing in Dramatic Teenage Angst™ is hilarious to me specifically. For that exact reason, my second favorite section is “His face burns like he’s a middle-schooler with a stupid crush and honestly. Just shoot him now. Put him down like a sick dog. End his misery,” especially since this kid graduated middle school less than a year ago. It's wonderful.
Overall, this story was so much fun to write and I had a lot of fun answering this. Thanks for the ask!!
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