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[kinobeans]

The Pink Coffin Bag has arrived! Please welcome the pink pastel version of the Everyday Coffin Bag, as well as the Bat Wallet with some cute new inserts and enamel pins, now live on Kickstarter! And if you missed the opportunity to get a black coffin bag, now's your chance--I'm restocking them!! :D

[liennka]

Another tragedy in your pitiful collection of plays

Interview with the Vampire characters x gn reader

Summary: you witness the tragedy that happened that day in the Theatre des vampires and tell your side of story to Molloy…(s2e7)

-> This one is pure angst and rage, I am open to any criticism (be nice pls) and I hope you like it :)

I just wanted to say that I am not the owner of this show, but I did make this story, so don't copy it without my knowledge, thank you.

I've never been so scared. As if the whole world pressed against me, its weight crushing my chest, squeezing my heart. As if I was suffocating, my lungs empty, squeezing my windpipe. One look at the stage and my heart threatened to burst, yet I couldn't tear my eyes from their faces. Madeleine's blank gaze, her pale skin covered in blood darker than her lipstick. Claudia's resigned sneer, her mouth open, always ready to defend herself. Louis' furrowed brows, one eye slightly swollen. The smell of blood everywhere. Just another batch of strawberry syrup with dye for the people watching, even for me in other situations, but today it was the blood of my friends. Reeking of metal and bitterness, flowing straight from their hearts, poured onto the floor from their mutilated heels. 

I could not hear what they were saying. What made Claudia stand up and gasp with pain, what made Luis fall to the ground. No pre-written words from Santiago, no laughter from the people, no retelling of Lestat's life, no music.  My head was silent, only Armand's whispering, a voice that was familiar, a voice that lulled me to sleep. His powers that immobilized my body, his pity, his reassurances. My mind was clouded. Inside I was aware of what was happening, the fear and disgust, I wanted to scream, wanted to get out. But Armand did not. I could feel tears streaming down my face, but not my muscles… Then all the whispering stopped.  

"Banishment!" The crowd shouted in unison, in unprecedented desperation. The sound broke my hypnosis. What happened? I scanned the audience carefully, glancing at the man next to me. He sat behind the bars, giving the impression of a prisoner, but I knew very well that the only one holding him captive was himself. His inner self-degradation, his way of avoiding guilt. Why did Armand let me loose? What took his attention that even his love could not keep? Was it an unpredictable course of the play? Did the audience disappoint him?  He didn't move a hair, his eyes didn't flicker, his hands didn't clench. Still, someone had manipulated the crowd. If it wasn't him, then who? Lestat's ear was bleeding, his hand was shaking, and his eyes were red. It was him. Lestat. Armand wanted Luis dead.

"Is this what you wanted? Another tragedy in your pitiful collection of plays? Another reminder of your endless suffering?" I finally regained my voice and snapped at him, my hand gripping his arm. 

I've never been so mad.  As if the whole world was laughing, its ignorance signing the death penalty for these three vampires, the audience enjoying the show. As if they wore sunglasses while their skin burned. No, I was not mad at those fools in those seats, I was mad at the fool in my coupé, in a cage he designed himself. Watching a play he wrote himself.

"Louis!" Claudia yelled, clutching his shirt in despair, though there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

"You can still end it. This time you can say No", I begged Armand, I always begged. He just shook his head. "Not to the laws," he whispered. Luis's screams filled the backstage until it ceased altogether, stifled by the doors.

"Is this a revenge on Lestat? Is this a way to regain the power over your coven? Is this revenge on your coven?" I took a breath "This is not the way! For once, do not let others trample over you, swallow your wounded pride and let it go. This plan of yours will hurt all of us, not just them! This is a mistake!" my voice wavered, I was desperate. Out of the corner of my eye, Santiago was talking to the humans, warning them. So did I, warning Armand, pleading with him, threatening him.

"Stop," his cold tone pinned me to the ground again, literally.

"Let them live," I cried, unable to move.

"They broke the law, they committed a crime. You are being irrational" he looked into my eyes.

I knew they were criminals, but more importantly, they were my friends, two girls doomed from the moment they were born. If anyone deserved to live, it was these two.

"They don't deserve this, please!" The burgundy tears fell from my cheeks onto my white blouse, forever testifying my misery.

"'There's nothing I can do," he shrugged and turned towards the performance.

"Coward."

He did not react. The stage fell silent, all the actors retreating, pushing the two vampiresses forward, holding onto each other till their last breath. I do not know what their last words were, it belonged only to their ears.

The dark curtain began to draw . Claudia looked up for the last time, meeting my gaze and smiling. "I'm so sorry, Claudia," I sniffled, not accepting what was about to happen. "It's okay," I heard in my head, her voice rough but sweet. "'s not your fault." I choked on a sob. She was like Joan of Arc, ready to die, knowing she was right, knowing they had misjudged her, yet she did not give up on her ethics, kind till the end. She stopped smiling and glared at the whole room. "Follow the bouncing ball!" she mocked them, gently embracing Madeleine.

When the sun's rays hit them, Claudia shielded Madeleine with her body, but the newborn vampire did not know daylight, did not know the pain of a sunburn, because Claudia loved her, she never let her suffer like Louis and Lestat had let her. With a shriek, she fell to her knees, the ash from her body swirling through the air. Claudia's singing led Madeleine out of this world, and then herself. 

I've never felt such pain. As if the whole world ended, the lights went out, the music stopped. As if my heart had turned to stone, fallen out of my body, shattered into a million pieces. But the world didn't end, only their lives. The lights didn't go out, only their eyes, the music didn't stop, only their screams. They turned to dust, the dust we'll all turn to one day, human or not.  

I dropped on my hands and knees, nothing holding me down, but I stayed there anyway. My choked cries, muffled by the vampires watching, turned to wheezes and�� wheezes turned to screams. I had never screamed that loud before, not on stage, not as a human, never. It was so loud my eardrums were bursting, I could feel my own blood on my tongue and my vision darkened. I heard the cracking of glass, the clattering of shards as they scattered across the floor, all the glass in the hall shattered. That was the power of  vampires. I hope Claudia saw it somewhere, and I hope I made everyone in the hall deaf. The last thing they would hear would be a cry of pain, haunting their conscience.

The people fell silent, waited, and then began clapping. They applauded death, they applauded violence, they applauded Armand's writing.  How humorous. He frowned at me. 

"Are you all right?" He asked. 

No, I wasn't all right. I wanted to gouge out his doe eyes, break every bone in his body, make him suffer, but I still cared about him. 

"How can you even ask?!" I growled at him, waving my hand at him. My fingernails left scars, sure, they would heal, but my words won't. "I hate you! You should have stayed a slave, not ruining people's lives!" I didn't mean that, did I? I don't know. I do know that Armand took it seriously. 

"That's enough." He grabbed my hand and then I didn't feel a thing. He shut me down, just like in the restaurant.

“Thats how it happened mister Molloy” I sat in a cafe with the interviewer.

“And tell me, how did you know he directed the play?” he asked, recording my voice again.

"In the café. He stood up and headed for another drink, but ended up at the door, I think. I found it odd, so I followed him. Followed his gaze as Santiago entered." I glanced down at my hands, mindlessly fiddling with Claudia's green necklace.

"They took my friends by force and covered their heads with sacks. They were shouting, I was shouting too. I demanded an explanation from Armand, to stop the madness. Instead, he embraced me, pulled me close, and told me to stop fighting. That he was saving us, saving himself. I asked...and I remember it like it was yesterday:'So you've chosen...you've chosen to suffer again?' and he said, 'Yes'. He said he wrote a play that would make everything right again."

“He didn't lie to you about the play? He never told Luis, you know?” Molloy asked

"Honestly, I don't know. I think he always saw himself as my brother, he knew that I could not leave to live on my own. That I would stay by his side. That I would always forgive him" I smiled a little

“Did you?” he smirked

“No, not this time. I do think he can be redeemed, but never forgiven, not by me.” I looked into Molloy’s eyes. “So, if you see him again, tell him to find me, it's been 70 years and we have stuff to discuss”  

[tblsomedoodles]

The Preferable Alternative- Prologue - Part 1

Start (you are here) - Previous (none) - Next

New au. I can't explain the main thought behind this without spoilers. And since i'm jumping straight into a multi-part comic, i won't be giving out any.

Basically vibes for this is that it's kinda creepy and maybe suspenseful with eventual hurt/comfort (if that doesn't make sense, im sorry, i have a hard time describing things). I'm also pretty mean to Donnie. Not "Donnie vs" mean, but unfortunately this idea wouldn't work with anyone else.

(for those that get anxious, like me. There is no main character death. (might not be death at all but we shall see. that depends on one character and even i'm not sure exactly what they'd do yet.) and no one's gets serious physical injuries. Definitely more hurt/comfort than plain angst. b/c that's how i roll. I can't do straight up angst.)

I'll write a proper summery once the prologue's done. I don't want to spoil it too much. For now, just know it's a PB&J duo story that happens during the 6 weeks before the Krang invasion.

[fox-guardian]

thinking about mouthwashing worldbuilding. what year is it. where were they going. have humans met aliens yet. What Year Is It. how advanced is their tech beyond the space freighters. literally why was so much mouthwash being shipped to another planet. seriously what year is it, the ship's interior design is giving mid-late 20th century and daisuke has a gameboy and also The Special Super Captain's Emergency Gun is literally just a normal revolver but also they are very much in space WHEN DOES THIS GAME TAKE PLACE

[drewsabsol]

⟡ ⠀⠀⠀⠀valemire's most adored student; May Maple!

since i redrew my cs school au's drew design awhile back, and i'm currently writing the final chapter, i thought hey, why not redraw may's as well? :D the two lil ones on the left are newer designs! the original first design will be put below! (≧▽≦) if you're interested on learning more about this au, click here!

.. i've grown so attached to this au wahhh.. i love them..

⠀⠀　⠀rq⠀⠀╱⠀⠀… requests for any drawings / writing / editing are still open! you can simply request by private messaging me, giving an ask or simply just by commenting!! based on how i’m doing i could give it a try :3 (due to my increasing fatigue these will be delayed!)

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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ﹫drewsabsol

[glitteringcrab]

Rick C-137 and Evil Morty (part 2)

From Rick C-137's and Evil Morty's interactions up until now, I got the impression that Rick C-137 can sorta see through Evil Morty's cold façade and recognize the hurt child hiding underneath. In Unmortricken, Rick C-137 tended to try to smooth things over a little bit (what with Rick C-137 complimenting him, defusing the situation almost every time Eyepatch Morty got aggressive or challenging, convincing Morty Prime to step down, offering Eyepatch Morty to work together, voicing reasons and excuses for them to keep working together, treating him with respect, listening to his suggestions, returning his portal gun immediately, trusting him in his own home).

And I think Eyepatch Morty kinda responded to all that, because although he was on his guard the whole time, he never seemed scared of C-137 the way he seemed with Rick Prime at the end of the Prime fight.

In fact there are moments when he seems unbothered by Rick C-137 standing right next to him; in one instance EM is even casually standing between Rick C-137 and Morty Prime...! (I would have thought he would prefer to stay as far away from Rick as possible, therefore on Morty Prime's left, but nope)

...and in the very beginning there is even a moment when he walks up to Rick C-137 until he stands close to him... (which I felt was surreal)

And you know what else was surreal?

THIS.

Rick C-137 left Eyepatch Morty alone with Morty Prime, in his own basement.

If there was a bigger act of trust on Rick's part than this, I don't know what it is.

At first glance, maybe it wasn't so big an issue... We know Eyepatch Morty doesn't go out of his way to pick unnecessary fights, and if Rick (like us) has surmised that Eyepatch Morty holds some fondness for Morty Prime, it's not a stretch to think he was unlikely to try anything "evil"...

But at the same time, it is his own basement. You know, the place he lives? Where he holds priceless equipment and weapons that could be stolen? Right below the house his family is, who could be threatened as blackmail?

He could have teleported the trio of them anywhere else, and split ways with Eyepatch Morty before resuming the Prime Hunt, so that Eyepatch Morty would never know which dimension he lived in, never had the chance to study his defense systems.

But no. He teleported Evil Morty in his own dimension, inside his own house, past his own defenses.

And, here's the thing...

...Do you think Rick C-137 expected to return victorious after the Prime Hunt?

Sure, he intended to kill Rick Prime, but...

Do you think he was willing to die trying?

Do you think he expected to survive?

Do you think he intended to return home afterwards?

Or...

...

Assuming Rick C-137 found Rick Prime but didn't make it back (for whatever reason)...

Have we given any thought to what would happen to Morty Prime after Rick C-137 was gone?

Physically, I mean. He would be sad, for sure, but would he be safe?

Rick has plenty of enemies and a colossal network of illegal activities he kept up with, but that's not what I'm worried about. They wouldn't have much reason to target a dead man's house, and someone like Space Beth, Birdperson or Unity would be able keep them at bay anyway.

...But what if another Rick, a truly bad one, made the Parmesian dimension his home?

What would happen to Morty Prime then?

Do you think Rick C-137 had given this matter any thought at all?

...He might have, but it's not like there's a lot he can do (I guess he could throw himself in the Omega Device, but (a) when he started the Hunt he didn't know Prime had re-built it and (b) that's supposing he survived the Hunt in the first place): He can't live forever so it's bound to happen sooner or later anyway, there are infinite Ricks, and there is no one who can actually stand up to a Rick...

...Except one.

...And suddenly Rick C-137 bringing Eyepatch Morty in his house feels almost like an invitation.

Like Rick C-137 wanted someone capable to take over watching over Morty Prime.

[stupidlittlespirit]

I tried drawing reeda because I love her. I have no idea what you had in mind for her design so I just re-read the chapter and went off of what your description was the best that I could. She gives me Painter vibes from pressure

I LOVE THISSSSSSSSSSSSS THANK YOU!!!!!! Ford absolutely has a mini monitor like this in each room so he can see its messages!

Honestly REEDA's main design in my head fits Ford's lab, so it's a very retro cassette-futuristic style like you've illustrated. Think: how did people imagine the future was going to look in 197-something. All Commodores and IBM and thick plastic etc.

Ford's lab in mtb is designed with that exact aesthetic in mind, so terminals and things like this were at the forefront of my mind:

These types of terminals are primarily in the mainframe room that Reader goes through to access the lab. It's all set up with things like the above. Whereas REEDA's central screens in the main body of the lab look more like the ones in The Forbin Project:

Except they're a mix of both of those aesthetics, so they're weirdly long CRT monitors suspended in a similar layout to the above!

Here's another ss from Forbin bc it works along similar lines! And also it's a great movie and you should watch it!

[evilevilevilnotevilevilagain]

>draws dragon exoskeleton armor ka

>immediately pivots to cracking them open like a steamed crab

[theblindarcher]

A new wind across the plains.

My half of an art trade with @woodland-knight. Pixel art half-body of Maelyn, Lyn's daughter from their Fire Emblem 6 AU.

[digimontcgcatalog]

Terriermon EX4-032 [ST-17]

[baphofemme]

a glimpse inside of my lair ₊·*◟(˶╹̆ꇴ╹̆˵)◜‧*･

♡ (they/he/she)

[winterprince601]

hi so does anyone think it means anything that azor ahai's swords kept breaking like brittle stone until lightbringer was forged glowing in the heart of his wife nissa nissa and that dany placed her stone eggs on the body of her dead husband only to arise from the flames of his funeral pyre with living, fire-breathing dragons? because i do.

[mxnster-soul]

Stupid question but i've started to write short fics.

If I made an AO3 account, would anyone be interested in seeing them posted there for shits n giggles?

Like, 2 of em are TMC related and involved Gabriel, but like, he gets stuck with cramps (cuz i said so)

It's mostly x reader stuff, but they're crackfics.

[suau-raised-by-corrupted-gems]

Welp, my second semester approaches! And I'm not sure of how heavy the work load will be this year round, since I'm also expected to gain an internship in the summer.

On top of that, I've decided to get a good number of parts made up beforehand before posting so I can at least have a few posts to post weekly or bi-weekly at best for a while. (but if i hit a part where i can answer asks, I'll probably take a pause to gather them^^)

While asks do help with rounding out and somewhat progressing the story, I don't wanna rely too heavily on them, and thus I'm also scripting so dialogue by itself won't be as shoddy this year round.

Even if I'm gonna try to keep yas entertained with posts of random lore bits, scenarios, and other concepts, I feel like I might disappear for longer intervals after the 21st.

With all of this in mind, I want to keep y'all engaged during these busy times.

So, I officially announce the grand opening of the

SU RIC Discord Server!

Here you'll be able to mingle with packmates, share arts more easily and receive updates on RIC and keep in touch with me more directly! [I mean, you can still keep in touch with me here, but I feel discord may be more quicker and more direct- :P]

[Note: I have it set to community for now, just in case anyone wants to use the extra features, but if it remains small, I'll probably disable it for simplicity.]

Please note: For safety purposes; you'll need to either DM me or reply to this post if you want to join. (Sorry if that sounds strict, but I want to minimize the amount of raids and trolls as much as possible-)

[fortunaestalta]

[jimmyspades]

My meaningless headcanon is that James Spader The Actor does not exist within The Blacklist universe but he does exist within the Boston Legal universe. I just don’t believe Raymond Reddington and the sex, lies, and videotape mullet can coexist in the same reality. Ultron never happened in TBL’s world. But Alan loved Bad Influence and he gets a kick out of everyone telling him he looks soooo much like the guy in Secretary