#Vlad is me in this instance

[thebibliosphere]

Not to be an unbearable plot tease, but I'm editing/rewriting a chapter from Hunger Pangs book 2, and while I adore all of my characters equally, Vlad and Ursula getting to know each other properly might actually be some of my favorite moments.

His realization that he can pester Ursula to tell him more about random historical events as they actually happened, not how they are portrayed in history books, is so, so sweet. He's like an excited labrador who just found a dinosaur bone.

Ursula's very much not used to this kind of attention.

She's used to people only being interested in her power. And here's a werewolf who couldn't give less of a fuck about exploiting her magic for his own gain, and a vampire who wants to ask her what textile production was like circa the fall of the Ecrecian Empire.

[dragongirlpoet]

Dark Signs 2

Pt I I Pt III I Pt IV

Alucard x you

Synopsis: You asked Alucard for a favour. Now you have to be careful what you wished for. "To be born a dhampir is to be born a monster" - Vampire Hunter D

TW: Dark fantasy, horror & gore elements, blood, SMUT (Alucard is feral in this one) Explicit 🔞 I Words: 3.5k

Also to @skychaser777 hope you can sleep after this 😉

The hollow stone walls echoed my shaky breaths, caving them in, the thumping of my heart violent in my ears. My skin was pricked with goosebumps, foreboding dire dwellings. 

“Adrian, what’s wrong?” Absurd question, considering everything was inherently far from right. 

There had only been one instance where I felt unsafe with him. 

Located in the underbelly of Wallachia was a forgotten catacomb, a labyrinth where the dead and undead alike convened. I had been extracting bile from slaughtered night creatures, told to render powerful salves when mixed with mint, myrrh and…other herbs. 

Body sticky with sweat and hands grimy from reaching into revolting guts, I was almost to my fifth vial when a guttural growl stopped me dead in my tracks. 

From the marrows of a tunnel, a numbing cold, laced with strangled gnawing, reverberated through the passageways.

Every fibre of my being told me to run, alas I had all but the impudence of a child. Unsheathing my iron dagger, ensorcelled to wound even the most vile, I treaded warily towards my impending doom.  

The sight that awaited me was sickening. Crouched over bodies upon bodies of night creatures was a pallid, mangled man? His face was buried in their carcasses, marring at their flesh, lapping at their blood. 

Before I could take another breath, the man turned, face smeared with ravaged viscera and foul, curdled blood. He had hair like the purest wisps of wheat and eyes like dark, desecrated graves. 

I choked back a gasp.

“You foolish, foolish girl. You are not prepared for the evil that lurks here, feeds here..” his bellow was deafening, diabolical. Blood spilled from his fangs, splaying his torso tainted with innards and rotten flesh.

“Wh..who are…you?” I paced backwards as he stalked towards me.

“You don’t know who I am? Most fascinating��” he offered a smile so sinister, as if he had stumbled upon the most naive of fools he was soon to devour.

“I am the sun…rain…the darkness. I am sin made flesh and I am whom you should most fear. I am Alucard, son of Vlad Dracula Tepes.”

A loud “smash” rattled through the room as I retreated into our wooden dresser, knocking over a prized hourglass Alucard so often used to practise his script. The pair of glowering molten eyes trailed me — never blinking, burning caverns into my soul. 

I shifted my gaze downwards to avoid stepping into glass, but that was regrettably the least of my worries. Lifting my stare, those eyes were gone — quick as spectres passing through dimensions. 

Our chamber fell into a boundless black, and my human sight could not adjust acutely enough to the darkness. I flailed my arms about willing to grasp onto anything that could give me some bearing. Anxiety crept through me like poison ivy ensnaring a forsaken home. 

“Adrian? Stop this please! This isn’t funny.” The volatile rhythm of my heart suddenly became too loud, too unbearable. 

No amount of breaths could repress my violent trembling. A faint flicker from the corner caught my eye — Alucard’s heirloom sword. If his magical estoc was there…he is still in the room with me. 

The hairs on my arms shot up, little by little.

Out of nowhere, forceful, ice cold hands prised around my throat, yanking me out of my state of terror. From behind, Alucard, voice grave like a thousand infernal souls, growled into my ear, 

“Do you understand the gravity of what you’re asking?”

Whether it was fear or the vice-like grip around my neck, I couldn’t speak.

“Answer me.” 

He clamped tighter.

”Ye…yesss,” I wasn’t telling a lie. 

“Then let’s finish what we started, shall we?”

One minute I was in Alucard’s death grip, the next I was shoved, hard, into the stone wall, my face chafing against the abrasive mortar. I winced at the pain.

“You’re hurting me, Adrian!” 

Behind, he tightened his grip on my wrists, binding them into the small of my back. 

“Am I? Ohh…but you like danger, don’t you?...His other hand reached down to unfasten his pants, his erect cock sliding out… “You are drawn to the darkness, just as I am.” 

He trailed the words up and down my neck, pausing ever so subtly to savour the scent of blood in my veins. 

A small bead of sweat started trickling down my face…no, no, it was blood — from my collision with the wall.

Alucard went eerily still again. I felt a shift in his countenance, like a malevolent cloud obliterating sunshine. 

He was hungry.

With one knee, he forced my legs apart and hauled my nightdress up, my backside fully exposed. I could feel the tip of his length against my rear — throbbing, impatient. He snaked his hands all over my naked body, grabbing at my breasts, digging into my thighs. 

The scent of my blood set his every carnal need aflame. 

Adrian had always been prudent — he would excuse himself at the slightest scent of my exposed blood, isolating himself in the castle dungeons for hours, as if he deserved it. Deserved to be punished for his beastly urges, deserved to be condemned for being born a monster. 

Every blood-month I had would send him away for days — “I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve seen what I become when I feed… I’ll just be hunting, it’d be just a few days, and your cycle would end when I’m back,” he would say with a smile. A sad smile.

And I was utterly tired and heartbroken that my Adrian, so kind and full of love, would admonish himself, rip his spirit to shreds, for a fate that had been unfairly handed to him. I was going to end this, tonight.

Alucard nuzzled his face into my hair, taking in all my smells, heaving. His body was unyielding against mine — elegant marble against bewitching velvet. I could hear his vampiric heartbeat ringing in his ears, drowning out all sense of reason. He was an animal in heat. 

“You know I cannot control myself around you. And you know what your blood does to me… Do you know how long I haven’t fed?” 

His writhing cock was brandishing my cunt, starving for my hole.

“Do you know I think about what it’s like to have your blood in my veins? How much I want it, need it, desire it. 

How much I want my blood in you. And you ask this of me, tonight, when I’m sitting at the precipice of hunger and lust…”

There was a sharp intake of breath. 

“Hmmm you don’t know what’s coming for you. Once I do this there’s no turning back. 

Do you know how long I’ve been holding out for you? To be better for you. And now you ask this of me…”

At that he yanked at my hair, forcing my head to fall back. The red trace on my cheeks bowed complete to his mercy. 

Staring defiantly into his eyes, I said, “Do it, Adrian. I want you to.” 

Danger, danger.

A devious smile tugged at his lips. Alucard skimmed my neck with his mouth, bruising it with reckless kisses and parlous nips. He moved precariously to suck at the aquamarine veins running down my breasts, licking slow circles about my nipples. He was a wolf dallying with his food. 

A true vampire, hedonistic even in the slightest of pursuits, moving inevitably to the blood trail. He had waited so long for this. 

Alucard pushed his lips delicately into my face, afraid of spilling even the smallest of drops. My blood was a sacred river, a bath of worship he would praise forever. Shaking, he ravened the scarlet off my face, sucking at the open cut, willing for more. 

He was a mixture of muffled moans and enthralled ecstacy.

It was exhaultant. I adored being able to give Adrian what he most craved. 

Drinking in more than necessary, the whites of his eyes were no longer — entire sockets now overtaken with crepuscular crypts darker than the blood moon that hung outside.

Alucard’s cock twitched beneath me, length growing harder and bigger by the second. Grunting, he pumped his sex and slid it against me. I was light-headed with anticipation, but he had merely fondled my folds, prodding at my entrance, testing to see how wet I was.

Perhaps he had been right. Perhaps a dissolute part of me yearned for the darkness, but what I’d wanted most of all was to know that I had years, centuries — immortality, to be with Adrian. 

Head over my shoulder with eyes like lacquered obsidians, he interlaced his fingers with mine, bringing them down to press at my clit. Flagging off from my most sensitive spot, he traced them up my body, slowly, torturously. 

“I wonder…” fingers caressing my abdomen… “how far up…” I gasped as he adjusted them higher… “my cock will go when I’m deep inside you…” Alas settling on a spot above my navel.

A sacred river spawned between my legs. 

Incapable of restraint any longer, I reached back to stroke his shaft, thumb stimulating his tip until his pre-load creamed my fingers. I lathered his fluids, relishing in the feel of his hallowed flesh tethered to my hands. 

“Fuuuck.” Alucard bristled against my touch, face buried in my neck. Below, he was thrusting at my entrance, not yet entering, readying me for his carnal devotion. 

”Adrian please, I need you. I want you inside…”  

His last thread of resolve snapped. He rammed his boner into me from behind, stretching me, engulfing me. My tender walls were a haven to his brutal thrusts, welcoming him in. Cock barely to his hilt, he spread my bottocks apart, plunging himself in. 

“Ahh…ahh…” I whimpered, hands braced on the wall. 

“How are you still so tight…” he hissed, enraged he couldn’t yet feel all of me.

My fingers weaved into his hair, tugging as I leaned further back into him. This feral urge, I craved it. It was scarce enough to satiate the searing lust in me, so I ground impiously against his length like the unholy girl he wanted me to be. 

Tonight, he was to have his way. He was the nefarious overlord and I was but a malleable zealot. My hips were firmly held down by his hands — he wanted to control my rhythm. I was, afterall, his submissive little prey. 

Alucard forced his cum-stained fingers into my mouth, swirling them about the insides of my cheeks, wresting in and out of my plush lips. I licked at them greedily, suckling on his taste. He was so deft — hands and length penetrating me in a lyrical sync, sating me above and below.

I gagged when he stuck his fingers further down, my throat wedging tight. Tears rimmed my eyes but I continued hollowing my cheeks, head bobbing. “Such a good girl…” praising as he brushed hair off my face. I was to appear immaculate while being fucked indecent.

Hypnotised by his bulge assaulting my hole, I bit sinfully on his index, tearing his skin. He pulled out from my mouth, eyes transfixed on the blot of blood. 

“You’re being a naughty little lamb tonight…” His smile was insidious, like a serpent suffocating its meal.

My vampire smothered his blood over my parted lips. My tongue grazed over it, wiping it clean like I was the one writhing in blood lust. What I did had Alucard under a powerful spell. He plummeted his smug into me, our kisses heedless, crashing into each other in depraved lust. 

We sucked and bit them swollen, both of us unrestrained and shameless of our monstrous love. Under, he continued hammering his heat into me, hand pushing my cunt back to swallow more of him.

Alucard was never one to trifle with a perfect opportunity. Hands at his favourite spot, he rubbed his digits forcefully at all the places his cock didn’t already fill. My knees buckled at once from overstimulation. 

“Stay.” He landed a firm smack onto my soaking sex… “Still.”

“Or I won’t let you cum.”

He bent me over, my backside raised to allow him easy entry. I compelled my wobbly legs to stand, muscles quivering at my bones.

“Good. Hands on the wall.” 

Like his obedient little lamb, I hoisted my arms on the cold stone, squeezing taut around my feral wolf.

I was begging, moaning his name, my being in complete disarray.

Content with how tight I was clenching around his shaft, Alucard drove his erection mercilessly into me, pounding so hard I was lifted off the ground. 

I cried out in pleasure and pain. “Adrian! Adrian please…”

“You like it when I’m rough with you, darling? You want me to turn you, and fucking you senseless comes with it,” he spat in between thrusts, dragging hair away from my ears to ascertain I could hear him loud and clear. 

I was so deliciously filled my lewdness spilled out onto my legs. Paths of sweet nectar trickled down my trembling thighs, glazing his girth with my wicked desire. 

I was so close.

Smelling my arousal and imminent climax, Alucard slammed faster into me, his own pace losing cadence. 

We were so close. 

He had everything timed perfectly. Just as he had countless times before — night creatures and wild animals — all unsuspecting pawns to his blood thirst. He was adept at hiding his deplorable little secret, but I knew better. 

Fangs fully exposed, he grazed them masterfully over my neck, humming at my veins and arteries. Quite like a skilled chef discerning food, he was choosing which would taste most exquisite. My scarlet vessels were pulsing in tempo with my heartbeat — palpitating, quivering, waiting.

“Are you frightened? I can feel your terror in my bones…” villainy laced his snarl like a wolf finally rid of sheep’s clothing. 

I had to inhale gulps of air to articulate my words, “No….” But what I said or what I thought mattered no longer. Gone was Adrian — human, moral, benign. A bestial, debased monster, instead, all consumed him. 

Soulless eyes searched me once more, as if to forewarn me about my perilous decision, as if the human in him was straining to break free of his chains to stop this atrocity.

There was no turning back now.

I offered my neck to him, reckless, bloodstreams on full display. At last, with Alucard’s throbbing cock still stuffed full inside, I felt the firestorm in my core and the crushing torrent soon overcame me. 

My release tonight felt different — cathartic. I was once again the delicate driftwood being dragged underwater — careless, aimless, going where the current took me. My limbs fell limp at my sides, my spirit devoid of vigour. And I knew why. 

Alucard’s fangs were buried in my neck, drinking my blood as if a divine offering. When did he bite me? I felt no pain, only a rapture so heavenly I ached for more. 

And so drink he did. Rivers of blood coated his lips, crimson tributaries surging down his throat. He sucked and lapped at my vital spark, clawing at my body so arduously as if I was the most cherished jewel of immeasurable value. 

Like a vampire deprived of debauchery, he drank me in like sweet sin. He had no beginning and no end. And rightfully so. I was profoundly proud of my Adrian. At long last, he no longer had to be ashamed of who he was. He was liberated. He was free. 

My racing heart was now a supine hum. I lay naked — pliant and frozen in his arms. The sleepy swell of the ocean lulled me into the black nothingness. I was rising and falling, so in harmony with the current.

Above, hazy sunbeams fractioned the waves like sparkling diamond necklaces. Beneath, the sombre abyss tugged at my essence, diffusing all manner of light. The ominous depth, though a macabre embrace, was one so full of promise. It was beckoning to me, calling my name — stay, stay, stay…

—

I awoke to a pall of infinite blackness. 

I had been dreaming. There were shadows — silhouettes, of people I couldn’t quite make out. They were whispering, a sonnet of hurried voices, as if going somewhere, but nowhere at the same time. Then there was a lambent flame — the colour of pale amber, always in the distance but never near. Always tailing, always watching…

Where was I? 

I could see nothing, hear nothing. I shifted slightly, and my shoulders were met by cool textile — silk? As more of my senses reconciled, I felt the mattress below me, a satiny divan not reminiscent of my bed. Muted was the air, hollow was the roof, and

…algid was my skin. 

I was in a coffin.  

Panic coiled through the ridges of my ribs, puncturing my heart like lethal thorns. I clawed and pounded at the wood…was I buried alive?

Alas, like the caves of hell being vaquished by divine light, the casket slid open, and I clambered onto a sprawling granite floor. I was heaving, frantic to take in air, clamouring at my chest as if ghostly hands were crushing my heart, splintering my valves. 

Where was Adrian?

A succession of torches adorned the upper vaults, the mellow ebb of light suddenly becoming glaring to my eyes, as if I had been staring directly at the sun. I could make out the phosphorescent ripples and saffron hues that wreathed the flames. 

The air smelled vaguely of mildew and crumbling concrete, while the scampering of rodents in between masonry thundered in my ears. I could hear them squeaking, the sounds of their bones compressing while they squeezed through cracks and crevices. 

I could hear their heartbeats — tiny surges of blood in their capillaries. 

Such fragile little things, I wonder what they’d feel when they’re crushed by the force of my teeth. If they’d feel pain, if any at all, as I drain them dry…

I was so, so hungry. 

My awareness had heightened ten-fold, the anarchy of it all confounding whatever human that was left in me. The sensation of everything all at once was too much to bear and I covered my ears to drown out the distress. 

Futile efforts indeed. 

“Adrian? Adrian…” My voice hoarse from wheezing.

Was this what he had to endure? Being so akin with the presence of entirety, enough to render one insane. Was this why he had been so loath to turn me?

I hauled myself off the ground, bidding my legs to what looked to be a door. Scarce a blink had passed than I was face to face with a metal threshold — intricate lineations etched faintly onto the frame. 

“Willing blood of the Raven Maiden,” — Enochian, words of ancient bygone, but Adrian and I had been avid philologists.

I didn’t concern myself with whether the translation had in fact referred to my blood, but I sank my fangs — a lurid extension — into my wrist and smeared them over the threshold. 

The magicked portal transported me to a bed chamber, a former bed chamber, now resembling the crux of a dense forest.

Creepers cleaved through stone, while poison vines slivered across furniture. Rich moss clung to the bed frame, eating away at the tulle canopy, embedding itself into rotted linen.

That chaise…it was ours. 

Horror flooded my senses as I glanced furtively around. 

Our armoire, our settee, our desk. 

Strewn across the floor, some shredded by tree roots dissecting the wooden panelling, lay stacks of disintegrating parchment like remnants of forgotten lore.

Vampiric speed overtaking, my eyes scanned the moth-eaten pages over. 

“Come back to me.”

“Come back to me.”

“Come back to me.”

I choked on my tears. 

“To be born a dhampir is to be born a monster.”

They fell like glass, shattering on the ink, eroding the paper more.

How long had I been asleep for?

“No, no, no…”  I wept into the emptiness, anguish imprisoning my lungs, blocking off air. In spite of being undead, I had a heart, and it bled — it bled crimson, pain and grief. It bled with all the words I wished I could take back. 

It bled with all the ache that I might never see Adrian again. 

I scoured the castle. Every tower, every room, every dungeon, each a shell of its former mirth. The scenes ran parallel  — overgrown foliage, wrecked furnishings, pillars atrophied by decay. Our home had been eaten away by the curse of time. There was no sign of life, no essence of Adrian. 

With a threshing hole in my heart, I raced past the lattice of abandon toward the main doors. As the iron portcullis lifted, I recoiled at the hell that awaited me. 

There, in the blistering winter, impaled upon rows and rows of stakes, dangled festering corpses of night creatures…and humans. 

What have I done?

Pt I I Pt III I Pt IV

[fattummyt]

Dracula Vlad Tepes | Mathias Cronqvist/Female Reader - Nicked 🌶️

Summary: An accident has left you with a harmless wound from Dracula's fangs. Ancient texts state that the bite from a vampire's fang has the ability to send humans into an extremely aroused state... but what about a nick?

Author's Notes: Y/N = Your name. I was recently inspired to make some art for this one. Tumblr gets to see it before AO3! AO3 readers had to wait a four year gap for chapter two, but Tumblr gets it all at once! I'm sorry AO3 readers I love you!!

Warnings: brief mentions of blood, slight reader injury, loss of control, restraints

Tags: extreme sexual tension, smut, aphrodisiacs, vaginal fingering, penis in vagina sex, sweat, guilt, begging

Chapter 1: Tingling

As typical with the drab scenery of the manor, Castlevania was still and lifeless this afternoon.

The only place you could find solace in living--or rather, bubbling-- things was Vlad's elaborate laboratory that he was gracious enough to let you use.

You'd passed most of the day taking down notes in your leather-bound artists block completely undisturbed by your host. So needless to say, you were completely oblivious when he-- as mischievous as he is dashing-- drew close to you from behind and gazed over your shoulder, muttering, "Intriguing."

Instinctually you raised your hands in defense, nearly popping him right in the jaw.

Typical of the vampire race, Vlad's reflexes were plenty fast, but in this instance, not fast enough.

"Damn." He cursed, nursing his bloodied lip.

"God-- I'm sorry, are you okay?"

He exhaled, stilling his rising anger. "It's alright. It's just a mere flesh wound. Believe me, I've healed from far worse."

"Don't sneak up I'm me like that! I was so--"

He licked away the blood from his skin,  freezing momentarily as a look of shock painted his face.

"Give me your hand." He rushed to your side, flipping over your palm to reveal a good-sized set of nicks on your knuckles.

"You're bleeding." He gasped.

"Oh, I suppose you're right. It's just a flesh wound, nothing to worry about."

Vlad was not as satisfied however, cupping your injured hand ever so urgently.

"Y/N. Was this would already there or did my fangs cut you?"

Aside from less than thirty seconds ago, Vlad had never held you so close. You worried he could see the nervous sweat or the anxious tremble in your fingers.

"I-I'm not sure. It's so small I barely noticed."

"--Tell me Y/N." He stared into your eyes with a deep intensity. "Did you enter with this wound or not?"

You reflexively pulled your arm against your side, "--Why are you so concerned? It's a simple nick, nothing more."

He strummed his fingers through his hair nervously, pacing back and forth as you looked on, like a concerned spectator.

"--What does it feel like?" He interjected.

"Nothing, Vlad. It's a nick--" "--WHAT does it feel like? Is there a sting? A tingling? Tell me, what are you feeling in your hand right now?"

You swallowed tentatively at his sharp change in tone, glancing down at the floor.

"I suppose it tingles a bit."

With the rise of his hand, a book levitated from the ceiling length bookcase decorating the far wall, falling open on the table in front of him.

His eyes scanned the page with a look of strict dedication only to be replaced by a look of worry.

"Vlad, what in heavens is happening?"

He blinked the looming thoughts away, collecting himself. He shut the book with a newly relaxed visage, turning to face you.

"I apologize for my sudden change in demeanor, but." He swallowed. "I'm afraid you will not be returning home tonight, as you originally planned. You must remain here in my manor for the evening."

Taken aback by his statement, you backed away from the man.

"What do you mean I 'must remain'? That wasn't what we agreed upon. I must return to the village before sunrise or the people will grow suspi--" "--When you were wounded by my fangs, you were poisoned with a powerful aphrodisiac." He continued, reluctance tinging his voice. "If you leave now... you will not arrive before it begins to take effect."

"A vampire aphrodisiac...?" You scoffed, smiling in disbelief. "I do not believe in such things."

"This is no matter of magic nor fairytale. The ancient texts confirm it. Therefore. I cannot, in good conscience, allow you to leave this manor."

You glared at each other in prolonged silence, save the sound of bubbling beakers.

The slim chance that you believed him steadily began to grow as you felt your hand begin to tingle and throb.

"Well." You started. "How do you intend to treat me?"

Your whimpers seemed to echo through the manor as Vlad paced every corridor in its entirety. Even in the deep dungeons below, he felt the call of his namesake falling flippantly from your lips.

As he neared your door again, your distress seemed to have died down to just tired whimpers until he entered the room.

"Vlad." You swallowed, voice hoarse with desperation. "Look at me, please, Vlad?"

"No. Y/N. You don't know what you--"

"--Touch me, please, Vlad." You urged, desperately rubbing your thighs together. "Please, sir, I'm so hot."

"Don't. Please. Y/N, stop." He pleaded, riddled with guilt and shame.

Even now, limbs tied to the bedposts in what is quite essentially your cell, you appeared more defiant than ever.

"Vlad--" You mewled, tugging against your restraints as he pressed his hand over your mouth.

Racing thoughts came looming back into his mind as he stared down at you, sweat dotting your skin.

What a poor, pitiful soul. You asked of none of this. It was his own actions that led to this. How cruel it was of him to tie you down as if you were some sort of vile creature.

In truth, it was he who was truly vile.

A deep tugging in his gut urged him to right this wrong, in some way. To offer you some mercy as a form of relief.

He raised the hem of your skirt to your knees, spreading your legs apart, his hands gliding across your sweat gleamed flesh.

Your muffled pleas fell silent as his hand slipped up your thigh, grazing your thoroughly soaked panties just enough that he noticed the shine upon pulling his hand away.

Your lips moved against his palm as he met your gaze, searching for a sign of consensus in you.

"May I?"

You nodded fervently, your eyes communicating such desperation as your thighs trembled for the touch of his hand.

"Forgive me..."

He raised his hand, unbuttoning his cape, letting it fall to the floor, followed by his ornate black trenchcoat.

"As I'm sure you'll soon become aware that it's been some time since I've..."

His hand hovered over the bodice of your off-shoulder blouse.

"Accompanied a woman in this way."

You watched in lip bitten suspense as his talonous nails dragged down the center of your laced up waistcoat, severing the ties, almost seamlessly.

Your body inadvertently arched as his fingers trailed down your stomach, ghosting over your pelvis.

"Please." Just barely audible, fell from your lips.

Chapter 2: Throbbing

Vlad pulled away to roll up his sleeves and immediately the aching need began to course through your body yet again.

"Please touch me." Mouth uncovered, you whimpered, practically shivering in anticipation.

"Hush now, please. Spare your voice, Y/N. I'll see to it that you're taken care of."

He smoothed his two fingers across your sodden panties, rather shocked to find your lips a bit swollen and puffy.

"My, you're quite further along than I expected. Your inner thighs are covered in ecstasy." He admonished. "How very inconsiderate of me to have kept you waiting."

With as little force as it would require a mortal to shred a sheet of paper, Vlad ripped at the seams of your panties, rendering them useless as he pulled them free from your body.

"Please allow me to offer you some retribution."

Vlad slid his two fingers between your lips, a look of quiet reverence painting his expression.

You gasped, breathing out a shaky moan as he brought his fingers to either side of your clit, rubbing alongside the sensitive spot before gliding thickly over it.

An inadvertently deep groan left his throat, as you throbbed rapidly against him, your moans growing louder as he massaged you in circles.

You panted, his hand pinning your skirt against your stomach rising with your impending orgasm.

"Vlad." and "Please." and some other mixture of orgasmic incantations chorused him as you quickly reached the peak of your orgasm.

Grinding harshly against his fingers as he continued determinedly, his eyes fixated on his task, driving you to your quick and noisy completion.

You looked on in quiet shock as he freed his hand from between your legs, examining his thoroughly slicked fingers and palm before bringing them to his lips.

He savored the taste of you, your musky scent enchanting him, one by one, he desperately sucked what was left of your essence from his fingers.

"What a splendid treat."

"More." Your voice, hoarse from begs and moans, pipes up.

"More?" He added.

“Inside me.” You begged, a desperate tremble in your voice as your body burned for his touch, damn near tears.

Perhaps this was going too far.

Though he thoroughly enjoyed himself, pulling these moans from you; free will to tease you and treat you in such a way.

He'd never forgive himself for it.

You braced your thighs together, a need for pressure growing that much more intense under his watching gaze.

Vlad couldn't possibly turn back around and abandon you in this state.

Sweat permeated your skin and the sheets beneath you, tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

He'd never, even in his most sordid imagination, in his most carnal fantasies, he'd never imagined you so shamelessly craving him. Damn near begging him to spread you open.

Perhaps if he were of stronger will he could resist.

You parted your thighs obediently, readily offering him access as soon he leaned over your form.

Oh, Vlad was sick with how drunk this power over you made him.

You bore no shame in your excitement, your ecstasy, your glee.

Your chest rose and fell as your eyes followed his hands, a smile bitten back between your lips.

His fingers pressed into your tight, wet pussy and he practically shuttered.

With the warm, familiar sensation, something, which laid dormant in him, throbbed to life. Practically rising with need.

How long had it been since he'd last had reason to grow erect, let alone masturbate?

Almost as if you recognized it, the desperate, pained expression on his face, you rushed to beg again.

“Vlad–”

"No-- no."

He urged his hand over your mouth, once again.

This was not about him and his petty needs for self stimulation. This was about you. 

"More, more. Please." You slurred beneath his hand.

He had to help you in some way. 

"Deep inside me Vlad."

To ease your growing discomfort. 

“I need your cock.”

To make you cum. 

He freed his hands from your mouth,  fingers grazing over his cock, earning a subtle jerk of his hips.

He hissed, “My cock. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, Vlad please. It's what I've always wanted.”

It was a treat all its own to watch you become so uncomposed, but to hear you admitting your salacious desire for his body… Vlad could not possibly refuse your call.

Removing his trousers was simply a task he was uninterested in busying himself with, merely slipping his cock free of his fly would suffice your hurried pleas.

The sensation that overcame him as he leaned over your form, skin glistening, clothes shredded by his efforts, your heels curving behind his thighs felt truly predatory.

You pulled it out of him.

You begged it of him.

To ravage you.

To make use of your holes as his own plaything.

Your deepest, darkest desires were steadily dripped into his present mind, diluting his rational thoughts into animalistic urges.

He was frenzied, no longer striving to assist your orgasm, but bringing yours on by chasing his own.

"Deeper-- deeper--"

He severed the ties binding your limbs to the bed frame to grab under your knees, lifting your legs higher. There, he found the impressive spot he was chasing. Where every thrust in pressed the head of his cock deeper in, enough that you'd be seeing stars.

The communication between you two had devolved into high pitched breaths, answered with fevered grunts, chorused by the instrumental of smacking flesh.

He was nearing his end, nails carving boldly into the headboard as his hips smacked against you. His heart raced with excitement, chasing the precipice of his pleasure, his cock throbbing as he was overcome with a jolting sensation he’d not felt in a millenia.

Vlad had collapsed on top of you, his hair ravaged, yet his head clearer.

Far clearer than he’d felt in some time now.

And as for you, slowly, more awareness returned to you. The dark circles at the edge of your vision began to lighten as your other senses, long neglected to focus on your intense pleasure, came back into focus.

“Y/N.” He whispered, caressing your face, voice gentle and low. “How do you feel?”

All you could muster was an exasperated laugh, waving your hand as if to beg for surrender.

He chuckled, glancing between you at the trail of cum spilled across your stomach.

“My. We’ve made quite the mess, haven’t we?”

“We have.” You smiled, biting your lip rather bashfully, as if all a sudden embarrassed by the pleasureful affair.

“I’ll go grab a towel--” “No.” You answered quickly.

“No?” He asked.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, guiding his head down, where he laid against your exposed chest.

“Stay with me, Vlad . ” You whispered.

Your heart panged rhythmically in your chest.

Perhaps even more so than the exhilarating sex, listening to your heartbeat was one of the most foreign, yet nostalgic sensations he’d experienced today yet.

“I can honor that request.”

Secretly, quietly, he hoped that perhaps, one day, if you allowed it, you'd come to know the effects that his bite may have on you yet.

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[queenmabsim]

prologue 2 || our old bargains

the click clack of agnes's kitten heels echoed against the damp, cavernous walls of the ancient straud mansion as they both descended the stairwell to the crypt. vlad appeared to be walking exceptionally slow for her benefit which was both saccharine and deeply vexing.

agnes crumplebottom was an exceedingly independent woman. she knew how to walk down some damn stairs on her own.

they entered the final room off of a poorly lit corridor. it was grand. curtains were draped from the ceiling to the floor which gave a lush sense of old money decadence. an ornately wrought coffin was proudly displayed in the center of the room in front of an old, well-used fireplace. mirrors placed with specific precision between the drapery reflected the candlelight in an almost celestial way. ostentatious bastard.

the silence was so thick in the air that it took vlad a moment to gather himself and brave the stillness.

"have you forgotten our-"

"oh, do be quiet. this is important." agnes snapped. "be quiet and listen." she pressed two fingers into the pounding spot on her temple and tried to take a calming breath. it did not calm her. there were a lot of moving cogs in this little scheme and one shoddy movement could rend the entire machine naught but useless, or worse... have you ever seen what happens when you stick a limb in a gear that started grinding unexpectedly? it is not pretty.

vlad startled. agnes exhaled.

"forgive me." the tension held in her former tone dissipated. it was replaced by something softer, an almost foreign fondness from a lifetime ago. that level of vulnerability immediately made the couple noticeably uncomfortable. both looked pointedly away, unable to meet the gaze of the other. agnes cleared her throat. "that was rude...

...and I fear I must ask an otherworldly favor from you."

"you expect a favor?" he grimaced.

"is that so wild a notion?"

they argued.

"no, but I-"

"are you refusing before you even hear it?"

"what? no, agnes-"

there was no denying that he tried, but vlad could not manage to get a word, much less a full sentence, in edgewise. how could he possibly know what he was or wasn't agreeing to? agnes had not been this worked up since...

"would I ask if it were not imperative?"

on second thought, the count could not recount a single instance when this particular woman seemed so... frazzled. sure, she was prone to giving a good thwack to anyone bold enough to flirt in her presence and had a general distaste for pleasantry and cheeriness, but that was a part of her acerbic charm. it was very methodical, though. every action had a reaction, but this felt different. this was... frantic.

"darling-"

agnes brushed his concern away. this was not something she had decided overnight. no. all of this was far too long coming. little did the vampire know that he had been a crucial part of her plan for some time yet. another moving cog in an abject defiance of death.

"if I do not set this right, I will never be able to look at myself again."

vlad glanced over her shoulder into a mirror with no reflection in it at all.

"oh, how could I relate to that?"

[katherinakaina]

Did you notice that Olgimskys are trying to kill the Bachelor from day one?

Maybe you did. I'm not that smart, it took me a while. I did think that morgue situation on day 4 is weird, but I dismissed it. But then I was thinking about day 1 quest beast like fugitive and it hit me.

So, day 1.

Small Vlad asks a scientist to kill a guy. That doesn't make any sense. What I think is going on is Vlad wants you to go and try to talk to the butcher. Vlad acts as suspicious as possible so the detective Batchelor is like, aha! if I want to know what really happened with Isidor and the Termitary, I need to interrogate this fugitive, I'm so smart. This is why you don't even have an option to tell Aspity 'step aside, I will kill this butcher', you have a choice between letting him go or insisting on talking to him. And when you meet him you can talk to him, which doesn't go well. Which is exactly Vlad's plan - to kill the Bachelor.

Day 2.

Small Vlad wants the Bachelor to leave. He's the only character, who's not involved in Eva's quest, who talks to Daniil about leaving the Town and suggest you talk to his father about it. Big Vlad also wants Bachelor to disappear of course. You can be killed in the end of this quest too, but that's not intentional, I think. The Olgimskys would be content with Bachelor just running away. Too bad.

Day 3.

Small Vlad directs the Bachelor to the house with three (was it three?) butchers to be beaten to death. And it's not even Simon's body. Who's body is it? Are those guys Artemy's friends helping him with something? Maybe. But I think the entire situation was fabricated by Vlad. The butchers were hired for the job. And even if not, if they just happened to be there, that means Vlad used this setup to get rid of the Bachelor yet again.

Day 4.

Okay, how many people does it take to kill this guy? He has a fucking gun, it's not fair. 7? Let's try 7.

And they succeed. I don't think there's a person who beat the Barley's lair with the first attempt.

Now you can go to Barley through Saburov's quest. But it's Grief who sends you there. And on the same day in Changeling's route we discover that Grief works for Big Vlad. But even if this would fail, Vlad made sure to send Daniil to his death anyway. The Barley's lair is the supposed morgue, which you must inspect on your main quest. Vlad sends you there to die. And he 100% knows about the bandits, again, he works with Grief.

You could go further but I think it's enough to make the case.

The question is, why? Why so early?

Well, one possible answer is that it's just good business practice to kill the doctor before the epidemic. Think all the hatred from conservatives towards Fauci for instance.

But the more likely option is that Capella told them to. In the same way that Alexander is constantly trying to get rid of the Haruspex because of Katerina's prophecy. Katerina herself is not on board, but the men in power are using her warnings to crack down on somebody they just don't like. Capella maybe made some unfortunate remarks about how this big city snake is going to destroy our traditional way of life and that was enough for the Vlads.

[mayormimii]

For the character ask game! I thought for a long time who exactly to ask (I was rushing between all the young Mistresses), but I decided to choose Clara!!

7, 8, 14, 18, 21

Hi, Saya!! Of course I’m happy to chat about second-generation Mistresses, including our little clawa

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to [Clara] that you like?

I will always “teehee” at Clara memes, this one by rat-prophetess has been my most quoted since last May

When Clara’s included in Termite content on the sheer principle that she’s a teenager. So sweet.

When fans remember she can sometimes get along with the other Healers, even when she’s depicted as their occasionally annoying sister.

When artists keep the gap between her upper-front teeth or give her shaggy hair

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to [Clara] that you despise?

“Despise” is a strong word I'd only use for the time a guy called Clara Burakhovsky’s adopted daughter (with Artemy as the “jock” and Dankovsky as the “gay nerd”); I know Clara would strangle him for the mere association.

Oh, but I do despise when fans neglect the fact that she’s as much Artemy and Dankovsky’s doppelgänger/soulmate as they are each other’s, though I can imagine why some are wont to neglect that.

The following’s less offensive since her personality’s subjective, but I don’t enjoy when writers/artists refuse to ground her in teenaged-girlhood or neglect to distinguish her from her eldritch sister as a person. A prime example of the former is that line in which Bad Grief asks if she’s looking for patterned stockings or a doll house just to irritate her. I love that she’s modeled after a developer’s younger sister, and I want her to remind me of girls I know, between her desires or her affection for specific people rather just ‘humanity’ as a hazy whole. We already have two protagonists who are men, and have certain relationships to women/womanhood specific to them, so it would be nice to appreciate the aspects of Clara that men can't necessarily relate to (but are still resonant to many people). I believe she loves the Saburovs, or at least wants their love—but some fans treat her like an angel of death only out for their blood. I also think she’s friends with some of her Bound, but she’s often depicted in isolation unless it’s to call the other two Healers idiots.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to [Clara].

As she already is? Clara is *so* '90s grunge and the reason I refuse to believe the game is set anytime before c.mid-1960s. If you asked me to dress her in another subculture, she’d pull off cyber grunge, fairy grunge, or 2000s olderbrothercore. My Pinterest board makes her look like a ‘Messy French It Girl’ sometimes, which is so appropriate for our Jeanne d'Arc

An artist once drew her with a long skirt, but in a ‘hobo in the colder months’ way, and it’s easily my favorite art of her.

18. How about a relationship [Clara] has in canon with another character that you admire?

Whoa, “admire” specifically? Well, I admire—even envy—Clara’s dynamic with older men such as Vlad Sr, Victor, Rubin, Bad Grief; how easily they come to treat her like a younger sister or daughter.

Her animosity toward Andrey and the debate they have is the reason I began to like him.

But one of my favorite relationships is the one she shares with Tot that brings out her tender, nurturing side.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for [Clara], what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

I enjoy detailing Clara’s private, cozy moments in the Rod with her parents, talking about the meals they share and what she wears (you might remember an instance in which she borrows her father’s pajamas since she hates itchy nightgowns), how her room is arranged, and what it means to be Katerina’s heiress (such as becoming well-versed in the town’s intrigues).

I don't enjoy writing about her sister, who (I believe) represent the aspects of Clara that soured my opinion of her during the Haruspex route, or inevitably addressing how mercurial her personality is, which should make Clara feel real but only makes her feel surreal: more like an idea or symbol than a grounded, relatable person. In the end, I tend to ignore that and focus on how she was in my playthrough.

The rest is difficult to articulate, so I pulled pins from my board & a song which hopefully offer an idea of how I want to portray her/what I want to see from others’ future portrayals:

As always, thanks for asking! <3

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Hi Rose 💜 Weird question time! Do you have a favourite quote(s) from the series you've watched? Like, some sentence that got stuck in your head. I am looking at the empty wall in my room and feeling a very adult urge to just write something on it so I'm looking for inspirations.

No pressure though, it's just my head is completely empty and my memory is bad 😅

Hi Kat💜

So my memory is also terrible. A lot of the times I forget quotes really quickly. But I was thinking about this and going through the rolodex in my brain, and realized that I do remember lines from shows, but usually they aren't significant by themselves. Like for me it's a quote that brings me straight into the show again, like I'm seeing in my head and it's invoking the same feelings that I felt during the show. (also there's also the language thing, where I'm not always sure if I know exactly what they're saying so I'm always afraid of giving it weight for some reason)

Like for example. If I'm thinking of WDYEY, I think of onions, and chicken thighs. Specifically "I think I should use two chicken thighs", as said by Shiro. Because it makes me remember them instantly, and have the same feeling I had when I watched. Also lot of the times I think of bits of dialogue and not necessarily lines by itself. Like for instance in ULS when Hotae is talking to Donghee while cleaning and he says a bunch of things ending with something like "But that's all bullshit. Because when you can't endure something, then you just can't endure it."

So I don't know if these will help you, because although I think I could maybe put them on my wall or something, and it would be meaningful to me, I don't know if it would be the same for you.

But anyway, you asked and I will tell you some of my favourite lines, that I think of, when I remember certain shows. (these are from memory, so they might not be verbatim)

Light on me "Yesterday, today and tomorrow. I'll still be thinking about you" Shinwoo - this is of course an all time favourite.

Love Sick "It barely takes any time to fall in love, so why does it hurt so much to say goodbye?" Noh (I'm gonna stop at one with this one because I'd be here all day)

Gaya Sa Pelikula "Tell me a story Karl." & "I refuse to be a plot device that triggers somebody else's identity crisis only to be left alone in the end" & "Jesus is too forgiving to be a Capricorn" Vlad (yeah this show also had a lot that I like)

Kieta Hatsukoi "We don't have to be like everyone else" Ida

If it's with you "I think liking you might be good" Ryuji

Old Fashion Cupcake "Don't just be a part of my life. Please be my entire life" Togawa

To My Star "If it's too hard for you. I'll go to you." Seo Joon

We Best Love "Am I still the lucky one?" WBL 2 "You wanted to stay with me forever, but you didn't believe in my forever" Shu Yi

Theory of Love "Why Khai? Why are you still waiting" "I don't wanna love you anymore. It hurts" < I can hear this one in my head. Third

The Eighth Sense "I'm getting sick of wearing a mask" & "Let's try it together even if we're afraid" Jae Won (this one is another I'd have several)

Unintentional Love Story "I'll love you instead." Ji Won Young

I've not been able to really go look, because life, but I know I have more and if more come to me I'll let you know. I know there are a couple from kdramas I really like but for the life of me I can't remember them right now. The only one that comes to mind is from Navillera that it's just "Did you soar?" cause I get emotional just thinking about it.

Anyway since perhaps I'm not the best person for this particular thing, because I have a terrible memory and maybe because I'm more of a visual person when it comes to tv, I thought I'd open the floor to some people that might be able to help. So tagging some folks that might be able to contribute to your endeavour.

@lurkingshan @twig-tea @wen-kexing-apologist @bengiyo @hyeoni-comb (no pressure of course)

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Hey, I'd love a matchup for Castlevania, if you're up for it (was not the person who wrote you those ask anons btw, although I appreciate them clearing things up).

I’m a heterosexual cis woman, although I’m starting to suspect I’m on the asexual spectrum. So, I'd prefer a male matchup. Also not super sure I'd be down with polygamy.

I'm a premed student (no time for irl dating unfortunately 😭). I also work as a volunteer EMS on weekends. Outside of my school and work my hobbies are singing (musical theatre and classical mostly), theatre (backstage work as well as performing), skiing (the only sport I’m any good at) and TTRPGs (was this close to getting my group to play a Castlevania campaign 😔).

I’m also a big nerd about history, American comics, and folklore. I’ll rant for hours about my special interests if nobody stops me. I’d describe myself as ambiverted. I'm socially awkward, but also very loud and expressive. I’m a bit oblivious, I’ll admit lol, but I do my best. My MBTI is ESTJ, and while I doubt MBTI's accuracy, I agree I’m very Type A. When it comes to the things I’m good at, I’m a major perfectionist, but I’m proud of how hard I work. I think my greatest weakness is probably thoughtlessness, but my greatest strength is humility.  My giving love language is acts of service, and my receiving love language is quality time. I'm verbally affectionate towards friends but I freeze like a deer in headlights if somebody flirts with me. Also: I know appearance isn’t super important, but I think it’s important to know I’m only around 5’0 tall. As my friends say, "headpat size."

A/N: Okay for you my PreMed Student Anon (that’s amazing, congratulations by the way!)I have two potential matches in mind. You said you’re heterosexual and would prefer male results, so I chose two from that gender because I honestly couldn’t decide which would please you best. For you, I’m thinking either Dracula or Alucard would be your perfect romantic matchups! (It really does just come down to which man you’d like better: father or son, lol.) 

Dracula (Vlad Tepes), as terrifying as he may be when he decides to enact justice on the human population, is a very reserved and intellectual man. He’s introverted and devoted much of his life to learning about anything and everything from medicine to history to poetry. 

In this instance let’s pretend he’s either never met Lisa or he did meet and fall in love with Lisa but she either lived a full life and died of natural causes, or Dracula was able to overcome the anger and blame he held for humanity following her murder.

Dracula is a patient man. Being immortal means he understands that you must dedicate much of your time to your studies and your volunteer work. So long as the few moments you do get to spend with him are uninterrupted and meaningful, I believe he’d be understanding, and even supportive of your academic endeavors. He was more than happy to aid Lisa in her quest to learn more about biology, so I have no doubt he’d do similarly for you. Any questions you have, he’d gladly answer them. Any resource he has in his castle, any book or scroll, any record of any kind is yours to inspect. He has no doubts that you’re going to make a very accomplished professional one day, and he has every intention of doing whatever it takes to help you get there.

Along with that patience comes an understanding that sex is not the end all be all in life. Sure, it has its place for either pleasure or reproduction but it doesn't need to dominate relationships. If sex is something you're hesitant about, or against having, it doesn't make much difference to him. Dracula would be fine without sleeping with you, so long as he can have you in other ways. Holding you close, holding your hand, sitting next to you in front of a warm fire- those things are what make him feel close to your heart. 

Dracula also enjoys how animated you get when you go on rants about your special interests. He’s very versed in history and folklore as well, although not American comics, so he would listen intently as you teach him all you know. 

As an ESTJ, you would be very grounding for him (an INTJ), while still having a great deal in common. The both of you value an intellectual connection in a relationship while your more empathetic, extroverted side would help push him to see the truth of humanity where he may previously have only seen things in shades of black and white. You both strive for the best, and that suits you just fine with your perfectionism, but do be warned, there may be times you don’t see eye to eye. What you hold as most important in an issue or debate may be different than what he holds. Remember to be patient. INTJs are prone to stubbornness, but being a Type A personality, I do not doubt that you’ll be able to handle any contrary moods of his just fine. 

Your thoughtlessness can also be a source of discourse within the relationship, as Dracula is bound to worry about you. You’re human, you're fragile and under so much pressure. He cares deeply for you and does not want to see you hurt. The one advantage you do have, however, is your humility. It keeps you from being both arrogant and thoughtless which is a much more dangerous combination. So long as you are aware enough of your limits, and keep your wits about you the best you can, Dracula promises to trust you enough to let you come and go as you need to, so long as you’re willing to admit when you need help. But with your best trait being your humility, that shouldn't be a problem. 

Dracula is so touched by your acts of service. Being such an ancient and scary vampire no one ever thought to make him tea or ask if he needed help with anything. He feels so fortunate to have a partner who does not see him solely as ‘Dracula’, Lord of Vampires, but as Vlad Tepes, a man at heart. 

Not to mention your size difference is too adorable for words. He’s so tall and you’re so tiny… He always kneels whenever you ask for a kiss, he’ll never ask you to step on a stool or climb a ladder to reach him. He’s more than happy to come to you. He loves you. You are his new light, his new reason to believe in humanity. 

Alucard (Adrian Tepes) could also be a good match for you! He’s an ambivert like you, although he may not admit it. He’s the son of a scholar and a doctor, so he’s very understanding when it comes to your education and career. And his empathetic nature makes him extremely compatible with your considerate one. 

As Alucard is a dhampir and immortal, this matchup could work in either medieval times or modern times. For the sake of this matchup, imagine whatever you might prefer. 

Alucard hasn’t always had the best experience when it comes to sex. Granted, you can’t judge every potential future experience based on one horrible one, but he’s not the kind of guy who jumps into bed easily. He has reservations and feels very insecure about the whole act. Should he ever engage in it, he’d need a partner who’s very understanding, or just as nervous as he is about the whole thing. In hindsight, I don’t think Alucard would mind not having all that much sex: for him, your continued company means more than any sexual endeavor could. 

Alucard is very impressed with your decision to go into pre med. He knows how much work that means you’re going to be undertaking, and he’ll do whatever he can to support you, either in your studies or in your personal life. He’s very well-read and rather educated on biology as his mother was a physician, so feel free to ask him any questions or have him quiz you before exams. He’s also a bit of an obsessive lover. When he decides he likes someone, he makes a point to memorize that person. (Recall the Trevor and Sypha dolls?) He wants to know what you think and why you think it. That way, he can anticipate your thoughts or needs. 

And he does quite enjoy it when you sing to him, especially if you sing him to sleep. Sleep hasn't always come easy to him, but with your presence and your lovely voice, it’s as if an angel is singing him a lullaby. I also believe Alucard would absolutely thrive playing TTRPG: he’s sarcastic, smart and strategic. I really think he’d dominate any campaign he set his mind to. Plus, it’d be great socialization for him besides you. 

As an ESTJ you’re fairly compatible with Alucard’s INFJ. You’re just extroverted enough to pull him out of his idealistic daydreams, but grounded and predictable enough not to shake his confidence or trust in you/your relationship. The only possible issue is that INFJs can sometimes get caught up in the fantastical destiny of it all: it’s about people and purpose. Whereas ESTJs tend to be a bit more practical- you value reality and stability a bit more than potential and daydreams. But I don’t envision this to be a huge problem, so long as you push communication with Alucard. He internalizes a lot. He’ll need to be reminded to share his inner feelings. So long as you do that, I don’t see any major discourse between you two. 

Alucard may be a little disappointed in your moments of thoughtlessness, but at the same time, he finds them endearing. You try so hard: you’re a perfectionist like he is, and even though you’re only human, you strive for the same greatness. It’s rather admirable. He likes that about you. 

Alucard would also be very touched by your acts of service, mainly because he often finds himself doing the service for others. It’s nice to be taken care of for a change. And he is very happy to spend quality time with you. He’d follow you everywhere if you let him. So long as he’s near you, he feels complete. He’s always leaning down to give you soft forehead kisses whenever you’re around. You’re so precious to him. 

[hahligirl56]

A Glitch in Time Spoiler Discussion pt. 1

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I can’t say I grew up being the BIGGEST Danny Phantom fan growing up, but I do remember enjoying it when it was airing on Nickelodeon back during its initial run. I recognized the same style as The Fairly Odd Parents, but also something different and original. Darker, even. As a preteen/young teenager I really appreciated that.

Imagine my surprise after about 16 (I think?) years later…this new graphic novel comes out, following the series finale. Continuing some plot threads that were long thought abandoned, and introducing some new ideas.

From what I gather, A Glitch in a Time has been pretty well received, and has sold out on multiple platforms (I got my own copy via Barnes and Noble). I was curious what everyone’s overall thoughts were on some specific plot points, whether they think it’s likely that DP may continue on in this format or another series may be a possibility - I’d love to know your thoughts!

Dark Danny and Danny’s relationship with each other fascinates me, for one instance. They’re the same (duh), and at the same time not (thanks Vlad). Dark Danny (or Phantom as how he’s called here, I don’t know which is preferred) has some…petty motivations, at least how it starts off. But some panels made me scratch my head and put my thinking cap on as to what he and others could mean. Such as…

On a superficial level, I get the motivation. “The main hero ruined everything I had, so I’m going to make him pay by destroying everything he has…” You know. But the comic dogs in a little deeper, as ghosts are shown to have deep, deep obsessions that drive them. So, what is Phantom’s?

I just can’t with the self-awareness and character growth I see here. 😭 I saw snippets of this in the show itself but…being a mid-2000s NickToons show (that wasn’t Avatar: The Last Airbender), I’m not sure if it would have gotten this far.

I have more thoughts on Phantom/Danny’s dynamic but…yeah…what do you guys think about all of this? *twiddles thumbs*

[ectokelpeigh]

Can we talk about one of Danny's strongest powers that is actually specific to him. That being his power copying ability. Like seriously this is the only second power that we have been shown is specific to Danny himself yet not much of the fandom talks about. Like what would happen if he copied another ghost's powers how many powers can be copied at a time stuff like that. Like seriously what are the limits.

I'm not sure he has this power? I suppose canon doesn't confirm or deny this because IIRC it's not something that's addressed.

I think the closest instances we get are his awe at Dan's ghostly wail, ranting that Vlad can duplicate himself, and getting the idea from Technus to jump into that video game. To me it seemed like he was inspired to try these things that he already had the potential to do, he just hadn't thought to try them prior (and they hadn't already manifested spontaneously like the ghost ray)

And I think it's funnier this way tbh. Who knows what else he can do but hasn't, because super creativity is evidently not one of his powers.

Imagine years down the line he's fighting a ghost who whips out some whackadoo new power and Danny's like "WAIT A MINUTE.... we can do that??? :D"

Or how many times has he seen some power, tried to copy it, and utterly failed? (he would definitely try to grant his own wishes post-Desiree) Or maybe he's been afraid that he has some observed power?

[bainofjustice]

Kitty's Notes On Episode 2 Of The Payday Web Series

It is really funny to me that they made a “previously on” part for a web show and to recap a episode that clocks in at 6 minutes 

It's funny that Dallas & Houston have time for a very small argument. Also helps set up the insane amount of tension the web show portrays them having

The editing/camrea is so choppy like this isn't a review but omg I had to write that down

Okay it looks like Wolf keeps zip ties on his belt, makes sense both for the game stuff of tying up civis and also is probably helpful for his mechines

Chains and Houston demask INSIDE A FUCKING VAULT post running out of ammo and while they do tell the civis present to not look this is just such a bad idea especially because the vault is basically surrounded by cops 

But also the bromance between Houston & Chains is real, like they're in a bad situation and they plan it out

Also it seems like Dallas and Wolf are the main movers of goods within this heist, I'm not sure they're the best picks but with the limits the gang had at the time I suppose they aren't the worst, it just feels like in general the plan doesn't cater to the real talents of the gang. Which tbh is probably because the web show is meant to be a ad, so they wanted more action which required mostly gun fights and they didn't do fight scenes in a intelligental way 

Also I just realized for some reason Chains is using a damn hand gun meanwhile it's Houston with a assault rifle, which really doesn't seem catered to their skills

I just remembered a little later after writing the above that Chains mentioned being out of ammo for his own assault rifle so not as bad as I thought, still wonder why they didn't switch at any point, like it worked out but yeah

One thing I do like about the action scenes is that the gang uses more than juet guns and use melee attacks as well

Houston is able to flat out flip a guy over and steal his gun, I feel pretty confident in saying Houston has probably taken some hand to hand combat lessons.

Also it appears that both Dallas and Wolf are using assault rifles which makes sense given their roles in the heist.

WE GOT A WILHELM SCREAM!!!

In better lighting it seems Wolf actually has a shotgun which is even better for him actually 

We see the escape driver when Dallas and Wolf are ambushed at the escape van, he appears to be at most middle age, white, brown hair, slightly fatter build and wears a black hoodie with a band or event tee-shirt under the hoodie, grabbing a pic to see if I can locate the shirt later.

We see several of Vlad's men during the ambush including who we later learn seems to be his right hand / personal bodyguard

Vlad's intro is so funny to me, like he holds the gang at gunpoint and stalls their escape and this actually manages to end with him getting the gang to work with him, like I am sure that Bain or Vlad carefully planned this part but it could have easily gone wrong if for example Wolf shoot someone without thinking it through, or if a officer managed to follow them to the van, especially since everyone unmasks!

Houston Vc: Do you know these guys?.    Dallas, who is being held at gunpoint vc: does it look like I know these guys?

1. Vlad decides to shout “Bain” while explaining he is a ally, 2. He calls Bain in this instance “Mr Bain” which I find to be a fun detail of characterization and also to how at the time the only people sorta comfortable enough around Bain to be confident when saying his name and such is the core members of the Payday gan

Ah and then Dallas has to go back uncover which requires faking a injury, which he lets Houston do the honors of punching him, only adding to the family feud they seem to have in the web series. Also this one punch is enough to knock Dallas to the ground.

Also funnily Dallas or should I say, “Nathen Steele” is the one to call in the first world bank heist

Bain vapes! We see him vape, we also hear him in game talk about smoking cigars, so either he does both or in my opinion more likely he lies about the details of his smoking habits even to the gang.

We can see that Bain wears a leather jacket with a design on the back & front when in his lair, the design most looks like fire to me but it's very dark, I would love to someday see some behind the scenes footage or something with the costume.

[utytimeline]

Thoughts on UTY (Pacifist Version)

Reactions from when I first played Pacifist, and observations I made as the game progressed.  A lot of these will be outdated by the time I get this list compiled, but it’s a faithful list of my reactions.  No spoilers, plz.  I haven’t done Geno, betrayal kills, or boss kills yet.  (I kinda don’t want to, these are my babies.)

Long post ahead.

Ruins

Questions

Clover is the narrator, aren't they? I don’t think Chara’s even in this game.

What happens if we don't leave a tip at the lemonade stand?

Is there a way to wake Decibat after he goes to sleep? (I know that's cruel, I'm just curious.)

Dalv keeps talking about a friend, talking like he thinks he will meet them again- Kanako?

Dalv is mistaking us for the human that attacked him, isn't he? The one that made Chujin decide to kill the next human?

Who was leaving Dalv corn? My best guess is Ceroba- that she's felt sorry for him this whole time.

How to look in Dalv's locked doors/drawers? (Probably have to kill him. That... is gonna hurt. I like Dalv, he's a sweetheart.)

Observations

Decibat's music volume decreases the more you stay silent. (Which makes me think all battle music is being generated by Clover, not the monster.)

"Penilla draws near." (Italics added for emphasis.) *facepalm*

"Rorrim" is "mirror" spelled backwards.

Also, "Dalv" is "Vlad" spelled backwards, so might Rorrim be Dalv's personal mirror? Seems to fit, Dalv is extremely tidy.

Dalv's furniture's "fine craftsmanship" is probably Chujin's work.

Other Thoughts

I feel like a sponge cake with 2x absorption should have an effect where it absorbs damage for at least 2 turns.

Snowdin

Questions

Does the Snowdin ice block ever move? The guy that comes here from the Dunes just stands there and does nothing. Perhaps I need to check very late in the game, return from the last SAVE in New Home or something.

What kind of creature is Mo? I looked it up, and all I can find is "he looks like a raccoon." Yeah, I can see that, but he's kinda reddish-brown, so maybe a red panda? I also considered the possibility that Mo could be a tanuki, a Japanese raccoon-dog (and yes, it looks like a raccoon) that supposedly tricks people, especially tricking them into buying drinks- and Mo is a drink salesman.

What are we to make of the human on the wanted poster that Marty describes?  She said they wore a hat like ours, but they came from space.  I can’t think of a single equippable UT item that seems outer spacey.  And since she’s describing a wanted poster, I don’t think she’s talking about Red (the monster she thought was a human).  My first guess is that some monsters may equate the Surface with outer space, since they’ve never seen either (and many monsters are obsessed with the stars- Starlo and all the monsters making wishes in Waterfall, for instance).

Observations

Flowey: "We won't be anywhere near your fancy surface air for a while." (Italics added for emphasis.) He sounds... jealous? This was when I first realized that Flowey's only playing nice, but I still have no clue what he’s really planning.

"Snowy" is just barely recognizable in "Snowfall."

Mo's theme is easy to recognize because not only does it use the Sega Genesis soundfont, it even includes the Michael Jackson whoop from Sonic 3&K.

Ice Wolf was when I started to realize that Yellow isn't that long before UT. (Yeah, I know, Flowey should've been my first clue, but I simply assumed he couldn’t be Asriel, that he was someone else that somehow turned into a flower.  Anything can happen in these games, after all.)

The Shufflers are all named after things you do with a drink: Toast, Swig, and my favorite, their leader Rephil (Refill).

The Shufflers scold Clover for starting a fight, but later Axis is the one trying to drag us into a fight.  I guess battles can go either way.

Shopkeepers have full animations, it's not just facial expressions.

Yellow finally gives us real puzzles. Some of them even take a bit to solve.

Flowey makes a comment about mailing ourselves to Asgore.  He clearly already knows about resets, so I think it’s likely that he’s seen the moment (at the end of The Dunes) that the whales start shipping people by mail.

Other Thoughts

Frostermit is so adorable. I need a Frostermit plushie.

Mo makes me think of what Spamton must have been like before Gaster (no, I'm not suggesting a connection, just that's what he made me think of- but given the other, more obvious DR inspirations throughout the game, I think it’s possible they were going for that kind of character).

Headcanon: Insomintot is related to Knight-Knight. They both inherited a genetic tendency to fall asleep when a human sings.

I love the UGPS jingle, it's so cute.

"(The remnants of a snowman. Once full of life. Now full of potential for new life.)" This line is a little creepy, to me. Clover may not realize it, they're probably just joking, but WE know that some snowmen in the Underground are alive, and I'm wondering what happened to this one.

I don't know if it's the same soundfont, but the Honeydew Resort theme reminds me of Final Fantasy: Mysticquest.

I actually picked "minor scales" when talking to the cellist at the resort, because I actually do like minor scales.

Being a Shadow the Hedgehog fan (the character, not just the game), I got a chuckle out of the description of coffee bean ammo. What do you mean, you can't eat the beans???

I haven't actually noticed any 4th wall moments, but Martlet's message on the second ball puzzle, the message that apologizes for making it too high to see and says the human must be very good at guessing, makes me think it's a very obscure allusion to the fact that Clover is being possessed by the player. There aren't enough moments like that in this game for me to go all crazy with lore and theories, but it's a nice touch to see such an allusion.

In all fairness, Marty has some craftsmanship abilities. Unfinished, shoddy workmanship notwithstanding, it still takes some knowledge of mechanics to make a water-powered door lock.

I just love Marty, she’s so sweet, I want her to be my little sister.

Waterfall

Questions

Why does the Royal Guard bother to survey their prisoners on “auditory ambiance” and things like that when they’re just gonna deliver the SOUL to Asgore???  I mean, isn’t the victim (except Red, apparently) usually dead before they get this far???

Observations

Not sure, but I’m guessing this is a different river than the one we travel with River Person.  Not only do we never meet River Person, but the colors of the ground and plants behind Ava look like the marshy sections of Waterfall that we never get to walk in.

Other Thoughts

I love how we never actually visit Waterfall (unless you count the post-credits scene), we just float past it.  Acknowledgement of the source material without actually copying it.  And gave them that much more time and room to include an entirely new area (2, if you count the Wild East as separate from the Dunes).

The mention of a Royal Scientist threw me off.  I totally did not expect Alphys, I thought this game took place many years before UT, and I’ve seen no Gaster references in this game at all.

The Dunes

Questions

More of a complaint than an actual question, but… if they wanted to make a Zelda reference, WHY OH WHY did they have to do the Death Mountain rockfall???

Since the Dunes are so near Hotland, could the gigantic Swelterstone be responsible for Hotland’s heat, too?

Since El Bailador calls us a “Sentinel of Silence,” how will killing Decibat affect the fight with Bailey?

If you do well in the Bailey fight, does he stop saying you don’t love dancing as much as him?

How to move the sunbathing (wait, what sun?) cactus that blocks that one road?

Observations

The Dunes is where I noticed that the battle theme changes depending on the location.

Sea Tea still increases SOUL speed.  Loved that they kept this in.

Same black slime that we met in MTT Resort Hotel.  And still outraged because of an elevator.  Feels like he’ll never find a working one.

Bowll being a china bowl shaped like a bull is probably a play on the phrase “a bull in a china shop.”

Clover got the green healing flowers (the ones in the Omega Flowey fight) from Violetta.

I sucked at Mew Mew Love Blaster, but I watched a walkthrough, and DID THEY SERIOUSLY GIVE MEW MEW A “BIG SHOT”?!?  (Coming back to this after finishing the game, I went, “yup, they did.”)

Other Thoughts

“Vigorous Terrain” is my favorite location theme, but I still haven’t figured out whether there’s any significance in it being a remix of “Your Best Friend.”

That first tumbleweed, the one that comes rolling out of the hole in the cliff, had me like “wut?”  I did love how they replaced Undyne’s rocks with tumbleweeds.

I also love the mines music.  The first few notes remind me of Zelda’s Lullaby (from LOZ).

I actually missed getting a free pickaxe because the monster’s trivia question about the Royal Scientist threw me off.  I still didn’t realize this took place after Asgore hired Alphys, I thought it came WAAAAY before that.  (This also finally confirmed for me that Flowey is, in fact, the same one we know from UT, Asriel.)

I tried not to make a lot of comparisons to DR, considering this isn’t even canon to UT, but I did feel like the mouse attack in Bowll’s fight was very similar to that one attack in the Maus fights in DR.  But I think the Maus fight itself was probably a reference to some old video game (can’t remember which one, it just always felt familiar), so maybe UTY was making the same reference.

Was stunned to see Undyne look-alikes in the Mines, was more surprised that they mentioned her, and was the most surprised to find that they’re not related.

Clover has a very cute animation for hopping in the mine cart.

I could not figure out Bailador’s fight mechanics, and tbh, I got thru it on an absolute fluke (and the silver scarf).  I had to look up a walkthrough later to realize you have to move into the right space AND press the action button when the color lights up.  I thought it was just being in the right space.  Every rhythm game controls differently, it seems.

Wild East

Questions

Do mail whales keep notebooks full of potential rhymes, like Marty and her notebook full of puzzle ideas?

Is “designated naptime” a reference to siestas, or did Star just not want to overwork everybody?

“A ballet shoe could be lethal if used enough times.”  Um.  Got anything to share there, Blackjack?  “Don’t question my morality!  I’m not prepared to speak on it!”  OKAY, I REALLY NEED YOU TO SPEAK ON IT NOW….

Can we get into the locked farm cellar?  (Preferably without killing anyone?)

Observations

Animals still living in the Underground at least provides some explanation for where monsters get their food (in addition to the corn).

The BEST part about the health overcharge?  You don’t lose it when you SAVE!  He might be a plague doctor, but Doc works absolute miracles.

Star paid double price for the gun he bought us.

They actually take around 15 paces for the dual (I lost count).  (And yes, I spelled it “dual” on purpose.)

Moray comments that Star made them walk around with a rubber snake in their boot.  I looked it up, and it looks like the first and most well-known movie to use that “snake in my boot” reference really WAS Toy Story (although it has origins outside of film from farther back).  So Starlo also watches animations (as long as they have cowboys).

Vengeful Virgil’s comment that not caring about others’ feelings is what makes him a villain, comes while we’re on our way to console Star after his cocky selfishness drove everyone away.  This was not a coincidence.

Every monster has a magical ability, and Starlo’s is literal “bullet time” (he can slow you down).

^This also makes me wonder: remember how he flew backwards in slow-motion when we shot him in the dual?  I wonder if he was using his bullet time on himself for dramatic effect.

Star’s family: his dad, Solomon (the sun), his mom, Crestina (the moon), and a brother who’s name I never found but looks like a 4-pointed star.  (I’ve seen people call him Orion, so I’m going with that, for now.)

Star has several sticky notes in his dad’s almanac, and keeps dad’s almanac on his own bedroom nightstand.  Seems like Star probably took his life on the farm seriously before he left home.

Star also apparently had an interest in outer space.  Possibly some confusion stemming from Toy Story?  (I actually started headcanoning that Toy Story got him into cowboys, and put together a fic on that.)

Not sure where the term “space cowboy” originated, or what Clover’s actually referring to when they say it about Star, but the first use of that phrase that I’m finding is a Steve Miller song from 1969 (referenced later in Steve Miller’s “The Joker” from 1973, the line that a lot of people associate with Steve Miller: “some people call me the space cowboy, some call me the gangster of love”).  The phrase has been used numerous times in multiple ways since then.

Seems like Star sewed his own outfit.

Other Thoughts

Picked “no” when Star asked if monsters die when you ride them into the sun cuz I thought the whole town would converge upon me, heh.

Was honestly surprised that the dummy finally showed up.  This was the first time I tried using the FIGHT option, and it turned out to be rather difficult.  I am not looking forward to Neutral or Genocide.

Star tells Ceroba we’re as good of a shot as him, and she goes, “Really?  A child?”  Still not entirely sure whether she’s poking a bit of fun at Star, but I don’t think she is.  Star doesn’t take any offense to her comment for himself, and her sprite when she speaks next, saying she’s “impressed,” looks extremely surprised.  (In all fairness, despite Blackjack’s claims, Star actually is really good.)

I suck at them all, but the mini-games in UTY are all so fun.

Love the change-up to the battle animation during Feisty Four’s attack, how they switch between characters and even team up.

“A tumbleweed rolls by.  It says hello.”  Well, why not?  I mean, the rocks and cacti are sentient.

The first mention of Kanako at The Lab had me in tears, because, like… we KNOW what happened to her.

Steamworks

Questions

“The Steamworks was the main power source of the Underground.”  This statement confuses the timeline a bit for me.  The Core is now the main power source of the Underground, but my understanding is that the Steamworks was operational long after Gaster died.

I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT LAST AWARD ON THE WALL SAYS.

Does the story change at all depending on what parts you use for Axis’ gf?  (Also, I wonder how many of us just picked up the first 2 or 3 items and then realized there’s way more than 4 items to choose from and wished Ceroba would let us start over.)

Is there a way to fix the grandfather clock?

Does the grandfather clock say something different if the time on your PC actually is 6:26 on a Monday morning in spring?

Observations

Ceroba telling Clover to wait in the corner, kinda refers back to her doubting that a child could be as good of a shot as Star.  She has very little respect for Clover at this point.  Not entirely sure if it’s just because Clover’s a human, or if it’s also because they’re just a kid.

Don’t think I missed Flowey’s comment about The Lab.  He clearly does NOT want us to go there.

Ceroba must have some kind of dimensional satchel, herself.  I don’t see how else she can carry the hunkajunk we built (not to mention pulling her staff out of hammerspace).

BTW, “dihydrogen monoxide” is just water.  Vendy probably just called it that to make it sound poisonous.

Vendy said their last boot up was yesterday and that their creator always comes by on Mondays to restock them.  Sadly, the grandfather clock is stuck on 6:26, Monday morning.  Kinda feel sorry for Vendy.

Guardener is actually nice.  She even grows a flower just for the bot that came late.

Telly-Vis starts using the bullet patterns of other monsters during the “reruns” portion of the fight.

You can cheat on the Axis fight if you have the silver scarf.  Just deliberately miss Axis when you ping-pong the red balls for enough turns to heal up.

I haven’t tried it yet, but I’m guessing that Ceroba would get mad and ditch you if you kill one of the robots, turning the run into a Neutral.

Other Thoughts

Screw those water puzzles at the start of Steamworks.

DAT MUSIC, THO.

I’m not gonna try to discuss Ceroba’s growing respect for us.  That needs a whole analysis post of its own.  (Well, everything about Ceroba needs its own analysis.)

Axis rolled in and I was like, “Oh, no, another one.”  Seems like we just keep running into these darned toaster ovens on wheels.

Axis music is fire, tho, all of it.

I swear I hear some DR inspirations in the music.  Haven’t learned the names for all the tracks yet, but at one point I thought I heard Digital Roots (when Ceroba’s fiddling with the generator) and at another I thought I heard Card Castle (the room where you build Axis’ gf).

A game mechanic I love: Ceroba’s shield effect (well, as long as it’s shielding Clover).

A mechanic I hate: Jandroid’s slippery floors.

I also love the manta ray ferryboat.

Mo’s level of professionalism is off-the-charts.  He ain’t about to let a little thing like his clothes and his stand catching fire ruin a sales pitch.

Being a Christian, I’m not going to share what I really think of the Axis chase.

Loved seeing the return of popato chisps.

I swear, I thought all that white stuff was monster dust at first.  Walked into the Science Division and nearly burst into tears.

I hope somebody finally has chance to either fix Guardener or shut her down properly once they reach the surface.

Conveyor belt puzzle caused me trouble because I kept trying to box up trash.  Took me a while to realize “red” and “blue” referred to the highlights around the objects.

I’ll talk more in depth later, but I love how Clover has this calming effect on Ceroba when she’s chewing out the productivity bot.

Believe it or not, I didn’t get caught by Axis in the fireplace room!  Go me!  (Actually, it’s really not that hard….)

Still not entirely sure what I think of Axis deliberately handing us a “weapon” just to give himself an excuse to attack us.

I’ve said this before: he took me an hour and a half to fight the first time.  I really hate the mechanics in his boss fight.  And it was especially humiliating for me because I’d only died, maybe, 3 or 4 times before him.  Didn’t have any trouble with Starlo, and while I never did get the hang of Bailey’s fight, I think I only died to him once.  Guardener was responsible for the other deaths.

I love how Ceroba’s been insulting the Steamworks the whole time, but I don’t think she ever insults Axis.  That was her late husband’s baby.  And then she even gives him tips on dating.

Ceroba finally respects us after the Axis fight.  It takes remembering why she needs us for her to be able to press on with her mission.

Chujin’s House

Questions

Woodworking, robotics, SOUL research, video game designer, loving husband and father- I know Chujin was kinda old, but how DID he find time for all this???

Marty finds Kanako’s room to be unsettling.  Not sure why.

Clover doesn’t like the gas stove and worries it will cause a housefire.  I’ve wondered before whether they came from an orphanage.  Did they lose their family in a fire?

“The Founder’s Crest.”  Who are the Founders?  Founders of what?  Or is this just a reference to something I’m not familiar with?  (Possibly something in Japanese culture?)

Was Chujin actually that much older than Ceroba?  Or did he just age rapidly because of his research?  If boss monsters only age when they have children, how could he have become so old before marrying Ceroba… unless he’d already had, and lost, one child before?

I’ve been told there’s a secret behind Chujin’s grave.  Will have to check it out the next time I do a Pacifist run.

Observations

Strange that Ed found the trapdoor so easily when Ceroba didn’t know about it until Chujin told her.  Ceroba must not have covered it up properly before locking up the house.  Possibly also Chujin somehow arranged it with her that he would be the one cleaning the dining room.

I feel like Moray’s the smartest one of the Four.  They knew it was a good idea to send for Marty.

And THIS is where Marty gets smart.  She takes charge in Star’s absence.  The Four listen to her, even Ed (reluctantly).  And SHE’s the one telling us to stay on track.

(Ok, she’s still a bit naïve- she doesn’t seem to consider that Chujin’s paper with her name is actually ABOUT her.)

The drawings on Kanako’s bedroom wall: Dalv, the monster on the Dunes swingset, her family… and a flower?  Well, I mean… a lot of little kids like to draw flowers, so that might not be anything.  Also a drawing of what looks like Axis lying on the floor.

“Nuh-uh!  Kids shouldn’t mess with knives!”  Nice little reference there, dev team.

And, of course, it’s Flowey who makes light of Ceroba’s mission, calling it a “science fair project.”  Well.  He has every right to say whatever he likes about SOUL research.  Doesn’t he.

Of course, we didn’t get Star’s letter in time because Ceroba wouldn’t let us check the mail.  But I highly doubt she planned it that way, as she had no idea the Five would be snooping around her old house.

Other Thoughts

Starlo is so. completely. PISSED.  And… uh, he has a right to be.  Like, she’s doing a lot of what he just did- lying and scheming and using Clover to fix her own problems (those two are a match set, I swear….)  And he’s torn.  These are his two friends, Clover being the human he practically worshipped, and Ceroba being one of his closest friends (not to mention the love of his life, but I digress).  He doesn’t want anything to happen to her, but he can’t let Clover get hurt, either.

The fact that Moray sent for Marty as soon as learning that Clover was in danger just seals in the idea that Marty is part of the family.

…how long has that corn chowder been in that fridge, anyway???

I’ve already discussed my thoughts about Chujin in other posts, a lot of them still in queue.

Hotlands

Questions

Kinda wonder what could’ve made Clover suspicious about the wall to the left of the UG Apartments.

Never did figure out where the “rain” was coming from.  I figure it’s just a leaky sink upstairs or something.  (I’d thought at first it was from the janitor cleaning the hallway, but that’s on the other side of the building.)

Observations

I’m sure everyone recognized it, but in case someone didn’t, Bailey’s in the colored tile room.

I think Muffet herself blocked the way thru Hotland, renovating for her pastry shop.

Mr. Cursor mentions a 10-sided die.  They have some version of D&D in the Underground.  Probably more like… idk, Houses and Humans?

Working for Mettaton must have taken quite a toll on the janitor.  He doesn’t look nearly so tired or decrepit here.

There was a flier on the bulletin board in the Wild East that was advertising the acts at the UG Apartments.  The band we saw in Honeydew Resort has a gig at the Apartments on Fridays.  So, this game- or at least by the time we reach Hotland- is on a Friday.

Other Thoughts

The monster candy is butterscotch-flavored.  *nods*  Of course, what else would it be?

Poor Heats.  Defeateeeeeeeeed again….

Star can actually survive drinking magma.  I’ve got headcanons about this boiling in my brain….

I thought Know Cone said he was just gonna look at Hotland from a mountaintop…?

New Home/Pacifist Ending

Questions

If there’s an elevator leading to the castle, I’m guessing that means at least one of the other endings has us actually fight Asgore.

How exactly does Kanako’s mask give Ceroba superpowers?  I feel like it might be a reference to Japanese mythology, but I know very, very little about Japanese mythology.

How exactly does Clover have the ability to see into Ceroba’s memories?

I kinda hate myself for asking, but… what happens if you choose FIGHT after you beat Ceroba?

Observations

Star is the one asking Ceroba if she’s gonna kill them all because while he doesn’t know all the details, he recognizes the headspace she’s in.

Other Thoughts

Not only am I thrilled to finally get to explore some of New Home, I’m absolutely in love with the design and the music.

I think when Ceroba says she lied about Kanako, she’s not saying she lied about Kanako falling down, or about sending her to the lab.  She lied about having any hope that Kanako would return safely.

How the heck do frikkin’ cherry blossom petals have so much attack power???

The dash mechanic took me time to learn, but if Toby ever decides to steal from Yellow, I hope he steals this :P

My reactions to Ceroba’s plan: “But Chujin specifically begged you NOT to use Kanako!  How do you think you’re honoring his memory by going against his final wish?!”  “Oh, I see, finishing the serum was his death wish.  That’s still no excuse to use your own daughter, tho.”  And finally: “…oh…”

I tried to get thru the game without cheats (except for being on easy mode) but I did have to turn on auto-fire for Ceroba’s final phase.

[shmowder]

It's 5 am (.... don't even ask, this certainly isn't the first time and it won't be the last 😅) so there isn't going to be a lot of substance here but PLAGUE DOCTOR READER HELL YES I am once again saying your knowledge of herbs is immense and your beak is huge. Even orderly reader could be something. They'd still get the cool bird costume!

"The herbbride x reader was because I wanted to smooch a herb bride pls let pls :"(((" Pathologic dating sim when!!!!

I think you have a point about detailed readers, and I'm not just saying that ^^ Especially in a longer fic, having a specific job and/or background can definitely help build the story and anchor the reader to the universe. The real problem for me arises when the reader's personality is well-defined for no reason (for instance, if the prompt is specifically about shy reader or bratty reader). Like I was once reading this random set of general headcanons and the reader was bold and sassy and rebellious and I was like who tf is this person. The more I attempt to describe this issue the more I realize it might just be a me problem :o)

Stopppp no bc I also thought the Big Vlad comment was kinda 👀 Then again, he called me a gullible kid in the same breath. Which is kind of accurate so I don't really mind.

Man that concept art of the Stamatins is cool. Andrey's animal being a shark is perfect; so is Capella+butterfly and Maria+cobra.

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It makes me really happy to hear that these conversations are making the game more fun! I feel lucky to have found your blog, too. <3

Some random stuff I've been thinking about your BG3 blog for a few days, since I had another look at it recently. First of all the drabbles masterlist?? Holy shit you've written so much, it's amazing! I had only checked out your "my works" link before. Crybaby Tav my kindred spirit. And I'm obsessed with how organized everything is.

Your OC Sol is stunning!! I think it's so cute that you even have a section dedicated to other people's OCs. I've been trying on and off for a while to perfect my OC using the Sims 4. My favorite thing about the Sims 4 is as soon as I open the game I immediately forget what a human face is supposed to look like. Still, it's fun even though I'm not 100% satisfied yet.

🐿️ anon

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Plague doctor Reader after some surgeon's grass potions are more effective at combating the plague than the leeches you've been administrating to the sick:

(they were expensive leeches) (it was your last jar too)

The fun a plague doctor reader would have in pathologic, it is literally plague utopia, isn't it? Daniil having to come to terms that someone like you holds the same authority and prestigious standing as someone like his will never not be hilarious.

Also, the mental image of plague-doctor!reader being"I'm a healer.... but" *relaods shotgun*

would the leeches work? theoretically they should since it was the earth blood which cured the illness. Which annoys Daniil even more that your barbaric and outdated methods are more effective than his pharmaceutical antibiotics but they're still less effective than Artemy's tinctures.

The executors or orderlies follow after the reader instead of the bachelor, akin to a bunch of small chicks trailing after their mother hen.

Daniil is mean and yells a lot. You're nice. They'd rather follow your orders instead.

Also the whole gothic look? The long beak, the anonymity of the mask, the black coat and gloves. It's just so intriguing, rumours about how you must look like under the mask keep spreading through out the town and people are getting more and more curious.

you're like a doctor doctor, not a philosophy doctor like Daniil or a priest surgeon like Artemy. You aren't afraid to go to extreme measures to cure this plague which is clearly the work of the devil. Carrying viles of acid around and managing to makeshift a small lab to conduct your experiments in, making various concoctions and trying them out on the helpless paitents. Some work, others melt their eyes off, it's still a work in progress.

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About the Bg3 blog. lmao yeah I wrote so much, i even made some original characters like the loser high elf for the human kink thing. It was an amazing time, I hope i stay in the pathologic fandom for just as long and leave a similar legacy behind.

Thank you so much! Sol is my first ever OC, i love them more than the sun <3 I wanted to make an irredeemable unlovable character and shower them with absolute love and adoration.

Oh god crybaby!tav. Those were the good times. Like sure I enjoy being a strong and capable reader, but sometimes a reader who's helpless as a kitten and constantly tears up at the slightest misfortune is just so fun to write!

Clinging to whoever comes to save you, relying on them to solve your problems. Continously making bad choices or tripping, endangering yourself without realising it because you're just so oblivious and they need to rush in and immediately whisk you away because you just can't function on your own.

Keeping you under watch constantly. You're too air headed to realise how dire the situation is, too naive and trusting.

A reader like that would make Daniil's hair sprout grey, frustrating him endlessly as he has to urgently drop his responsibilities and run across the town because you wandered too far into the steppe to pick pretty flowers and now you're lost, cold and confused and sleezy men won't stop eyeing you.

Or an Artemy that doesn't believe it when you actually sat on his lap after he threw a teasing remark that you look like a lost pet sitting alone at the bar. Who is concerned that you're so willing to trust this hulking gaint surgeon who could break you in half. Who's brain can't function because you keep fidgeting on his lap, unawarly pressing yourself against him.

Alexander Saburov might just be the most fun out of these bunch to have a crybaby reader running to him at every minor problem or inconvenience. He's cooing at you while wiping your tears, asking what's wrong? He'll make it right, you're safe with him. His ego tiples in size the more you cling to his arm when walking in dangerous areas, his back straightness more as you refuse the help from any other person but him, even telling Victor Kain himself to not get near you because he scares you while hugging Alexander instead.

You'd send Yulia into an early grave, everyday is an almost heart attack with that woman who's trying her best. No matter how many lectures on safety or being independent she gives you, her words are too big for your brain and you zone out halfway through. Thinking that the worried expression on her face is super adorable, interrupting her speech with a kiss and making a fuse blow in her brain as she immediately forgets what she was speaking about. The usually collected Yulia, flustered and stuttering as you ask for more kisses.

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Your comment about playing the sims made me actually choke with laughter I cannot coahxoqjkdkq I feel you. God I do.

[plutoshaunted]

Something I think the first two seasons of Danny Phantom did very well was showing a natural progression of Danny's distrust and fear of his parents. It's also one of the most tragic things in the show imo.

At first, Danny believes his parents' love is unconditional. Of course they would love him no matter what. He even says to Vlad in Bitter Reunions "My parents will accept me no matter what."

It makes sense, Danny had always known his parents were obsessive about ghosts but with no ghosts to interact with, he didn't realize just how strong their bias was. Plus, as neglectful as the Fentons can be, they've always loved their children. Sure, he's apprehensive about their reaction, else he would have told them immediately, but he isn't very concerned about the possibility they would hurt him.

As season 1 progresses, Danny starts to have doubts. The first really visceral reaction I can remember him having to his parents is in My Brother's Keeper. Their glee in talking about hunting down the ghost at Jazz's school and ripping it apart molecule by molecule visibly distresses him.

Then, his parents start actively hunting him. And after Public Enemies and Control Freaks, it becomes more complicated with his reputation as Phantom is tanked.

In season 2, the conflict between Danny and his parents only escalates. I'm not going to list every instance, but there are numerous moments in season 2 where Danny reacts in fear, sadness, or anger to his parents' words and actions. I feel like Maddie and Jack also pull even further away from their kids this season too, which doesn't help. When they do express concern over his wellbeing, their help is often very misguided (like in Phantom Menace). But unlike season 1 we don't see them lament over how their kids are pulling away, they've become very focused on their ghost hunting.

In Reality Trip we get explicit confirmation that Danny is afraid of his parents hurting him if they found out what he was.

Sam: "Where are your parents?"

Danny: "Probably looking for me, or a scalpel to dissect me with."

and

Tucker: "We should contact your parents."

Danny: "And tell them what? I'm sorry I've been lying to you and please don't rip me apart molecule by molecule."

And really can you blame him? His parents have given no indication they would accept him as a ghost. He has been shot at, threatened, and insulted by his parents. Plus even if it was in an alternate universe, it's hard to forget Maddie strapping him down to a lab table and threatening him. This kid has major trauma that is not really touched on at all in the show.

I also find Jazz's reaction to Danny's secret interesting. She says its Danny's secret to tell, but it's putting him in danger not to tell them. Not once does she suggest telling their parents. Which really makes me believe Jazz isn't confident they would accept him either, and that she thinks it's safer to keep it from their parents.

In Reality Trip, Maddie and Jack do accept Danny, and Danny erases their memories. Which leads to a weird limbo in season 3. No longer are the Fentons portrayed as a real threat to Danny, in fact they barely interact with him as Phantom in this season. There's a lot of dynamics that suffer in S3, but it really feels like its just treading water. The only real highlight I can think of is the family bonding in Girl's Night Out. It makes me wish they'd let Jack and Maddie keep their memories and played out how this would impact their family dynamic. Or at the very least, have Danny reach out and try to make a truce with them and work on having them accept Phantom. Anything really would be preferable to what we got in S3.

And the reveal in Reality Trip was much more satisfying than the reveal in Phantom Planet, as Maddie and Jack are actually made to confront how they treated Danny and why he didn't trust them.

This is a kid's cartoon show, so at the end of the day, Jack and Maddie were always going to accept Danny. But in my opinion, the show was successful (until it wasn't) in playing up the horror of the situation and the fear that your parents will reject you for who you are.

Anyway, it'll be interesting to see how it plays out in the graphic novels.

[hannahmanderr]

Dan for the ask game!

full disclosure: these opinions are pretty much exclusively based off of TUE and fan representations, not AGIT

One aspect I love - gonna be real honest off the bat and say I've never been totally sold on Dan, BUT that doesn't mean I don't appreciate his callousness. AGIT aside, it's great to have another DP villain who has no scruples and won't even bat an eye at razing down anything standing in his way. the only other villain like that in canon was Pariah Dark, but yeah. for some reason the ruthlessness intrigues me

One aspect I wish more people understood - *inhales* DAN IS NOT JUST DANNY'S ALTERNATE SELF like hooollly crap I know Danny is the main character but DAN IS LITERALLY HALF MADE OF PLASMIUS TOO and the Plasmius side of Dan often gets overshadowed (no pun intended) in favor of giving Danny more angst. and I get it, Vlad doesn't even know Dan exists (again, AGIT aside), but I'm talking more in terms of characterization. for instance, I see fics all the time that have Dan having memories of being Danny, but I barely see any acknowledgment of Vlad's side of it. idk I just wish people would recognize that mroe afdhkl

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have - a big contributor to Dan's instability is because he has two contrasting cores rattling around inside him. Danny's cold core and Vlad's hot core aren't meant to get along, especially in the same body. ofc it's gonna cause some pain and distress

One character I love seeing them interact with - keep this man away from everyone HONESTLY IN A WEIRD WAY seeing him interact with grown-up Valerie is fun. I like how it's implied she's really the only one who's ever been able to meaningfully stand up to him and keep him from making things too horrible, at least for Amity Park. I wish they had more of the fun taunting between them, but ig that part of Danny didn't make it over (insert sad emoji)

One character I want to see them interact with more - oKAY YOU KNOW WHAT I would've loved to see a newly formed Dan and a newly ghost-power-less Vlad interact. I know realistically, the latter probably went and hid right away bc he can be a coward, but I like to believe that Vlad had genuinely started to turn a corner after Danny came to him when his family died. Personally I think it would have been super fun to have Dan sticking around for a bit after he was first formed, taunting Vlad about his failure to fulfill on his promise to Danny, that he lost his powers, etc etc.

One (or more) headcanon(s) that involve them and another character - Dan essentially forced the Fright Knight over to work for him because he reminds the Fright Knight that it was him who got Pariah Dark kicked back off the throne - both parts of him really, since Danny did the fighting and Vlad did the locking. Either way, the Fright Knight is bound to serve whoever sits on the throne, and by all known laws of aviation, having defeated Pariah, Dan sits on the throne

[adrianastrix]

One thing that I absolutely adore about horror is how someone's deepest dark fear is someone else's interest/attraction/comfort scenario.

For instance, the reason I loved to read Lovecraft (and similar cosmic horror) wasn't because I share a fear of weird/existential stuff with him. I LOVE that stuff. That's why I became a scientist.

Lovecraft: GAZE UPON THAT INCOMPREHENSIBLE DISGUSTING BEING AND DESPAIR

Me: Aside from Nyarlathotep and the Mi-Go (screw them), no alien in those stories actually did much more than... existing? Most human "villains" also did little more than existing, honestly. Also, both the anatomy and culture of Lovecraft Aliens look fascinatingly non-human. Imagine the perspectives! So... friends?

Me: *expands Bram & Vlad concept of Victorian monster hunters befriending the respective monsters to Lovecraft fiction*

Me: There. Everyone is friends now.

Me: ...what do you mean Lovecraft was supposed to be horror?