#bc this needed to be somewhere

[gunmetalgrey]

@sorrowsick making me look bad bc I haven’t done my vampire lore:

* Alex was turned somewhere around 800 AD and therefore has experienced a lot of differences in her curse over this time. When she started out, the magic needed to keep her alive was a lot weaker and therefore she had less consequences for breaking laws/superstitions. Alex now also doesn’t drink fresh human blood which means she is weaker than someone her age (or older) who does. She’s still far stronger than baby vamps but it’s not easy.

* Alex was born a witch, and lost all ability to do magic when she died. You have to possess a soul to possess magic, which Alex doesn’t anymore.

* Sunlight affected Alex in the first 20/30 years after her transformation, these days it’s a mild irritation at best. If she doesn’t drink human blood, this is one of the symptoms that becomes far worse. She tried to drink animal blood for a while however she started to receive terrible scalding burns and had to switch back as the curse wasn’t able to sustain her.

* Alex doesn’t sleep, her body doesn’t know how to rest but she’s got quite good at meditating over the years and will often lie with someone else who is sleeping for hours unbothered.

* When triggered, her eyes turn black and her canines appear to grow larger. Usually her appearance is fairly normal apart from how pale she is.

* She’s cold to the touch and knows it can be a little off putting, so often wears layers to make people so do some into physical contact more comfortable.

* Alex has both super speed and super strength, to the point of being able to appear and disappear as necessary. Both of these increase as she gets older as long as she is drinking human blood, and both of these falter first when she refuses to feed.

* She can’t fly, although she can jump impressively long distances. She’s not sure if flight is a thing even older vampires have or just a rumour made up to scare children.

* Alex skin will burn on contact with garlic, and she experiences a migraine around religious symbols of she is not in the throes of blood lust. There was a whole phase where she went around eating priests despite the pain, it was a thing.

* Alex, at full power, can turn into a bat. This is usually used for comedy effect but she hasn’t done so since about 1890.

* She can enter homes without an invite, however she can’t harm the people inside unless she has been invited in. That’s where that trick has come from. Often witches will have additional wards that bar the soulless from entering, and Alex has had Mori work on some special spells around her own home to keep her family safe.

* She doesn’t show up in pictures of mirrors. She’s not sure of this is just her or not- it’s been this way since the invention of photography so she’s never known much different. She CAN see her own reflection in water, that’s about it.

* Silver is DEADLY to her. It will burn her skin in contact and piercing wounds will kill if the source isn’t removed. There are faint scars on her wrist from being forced to wear silver shackles for years that have never truly healed despite her condition.

* Other wounds caused by silver will take two or three times as long to heal. As she ages, the effect of silver only gets worse.

* Alexs methods of death are silver, wooden stake, burning and decapitation. Explosion is also a threat as if there is no body for her to come back to them she can’t. Pretty much anything else is fair game.

* Alex has aged ever so slightly, not that she would notice. Since 800AD, she has aged from 22-28ish.

* RELEVANT TO THIS VERSE- Alex has both a fascination and a fear of fire in this verse, it’s… weird.

* She has kept the injuries she had BEFORE she died, same with tattoos. She has a tattoo across her chest, and one on the side of her head but since the Viking age she has grown her hair back so that is always covered. She has a nasty burn on her right shoulder that is old and worn (it’s where her surgery scar would be in main)

* Alex has a few fun extra powers that have come about with age, such as: compulsion, mind reading, dream sharing. These are exhausting for her to use without drinking fresh blood and so these are used rarely. She can’t use these powers on other soulless creatures or protected magic users like witches.

* She has TERRIBLE bloodlust. Given this, alex doesn’t have much of a sire line. She has turned three people successfully in her life time, and all three are terribly linked to her. The problem is that her blood lust is carried down, so usually these poor vampires have died from attracting too much attention. One of her sire line is still alive and she is very much sire bonded with him, but that’s m e s s y. Again, Alex has no plans to turn anyone else ever.

[cacaocheri]

i need them equally obsessed with each other

[rendevok]

step into the light

what do you see?

my sun,

my stars

shining on me

[papayasector]

『 “i like you're so kindness, too” – oscar piastri about lando norris (2025) 』

[steelandmayhem]

The other day, I saw a non-fandom text post along the lines of:

“What we had was so special you’ll look for me in every new person” (sorry I haven’t been able to find it again)

And I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

Because to me this perfectly describes Durgetash + romancing your companions.

I can’t help thinking about amnesiac Durge missing something, always searching, but can’t remember what.

They find echoes of it in Gale’s intelligence, his enthusiasm and knowledge when he speaks about magic. And yet, it doesn’t fit entirely.

They find it in Lae’zel’s easy superiority, her ruthlessness and determination. And yet, it’s not quite enough.

They find it in Astarion’s deception and easy charm, the way he manipulates a situation to his advantage, the way he doesn’t need magic to have people literally bare their necks to him.

They find it in Shadowheart’s snark, her secrecy, her dark goddess. They find it in Karlach’s rage (though she burns hot instead of cold which is odd..), in the smell of sulphur and hellfire that clings to her. They especially find it in her mechanical heart, that makes them want to reach out, bury their hands in it, just to see if it feels as familiar as it seems. If maybe owning her heart will fill the hole in their memories, their chest even.

And yet, surprisingly, they find it in Wyll’s pact, Wyll’s past, but also Wyll’s manners and they way he dances, his stories, that make them feel closer to a city they don’t much care about otherwise.

They find it in the deep possessiveness, maybe even hatred, when Raphael first comes to camp.

And yet none of it is enough, none of it fits quite right, and while maybe eventually they manage to look past that familiar feeling and find new things to admire about their chosen partner…deep in their heart they know.

In the end, they’ll always look for something none of them can give them.

Not until they first encounter that handsome young man with an easy smile, and all the jagged broken edges click together like horrible little puzzle pieces.

[sunnibits]

noel babygirl please come home the kids miss you

[pangur-and-grim]

it’s hard for me to feed myself right now (just in terms of physical ability), so my mom drove me and the animals to her place. she carried the cats in first, because I had to butt-scoot up the front stairs, and once inside, Pangur got scared and ran. she’s tucked herself away somewhere, and nobody can find her. I probably could, and I could lure her out and make her feel safe again, except that I’m largely immobile. I keep falling on the crutches and fucking my leg up further, and the likeliest hiding spots are up or down a fleet of stairs. it’s been 4 hours, and it’s killing me not to look for her. I’m so tempted to crawl down the basement stairs, broken leg be damned.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what

[necrotic-nephilim]

I think what I love the most about Reverse Robin AU TimJay is the absolute potential for hero worship with Jason toward Tim. In canon we often forget that Tim didn't really care for Jason as Robin, meanwhile as I never shut up about, Jason has been weirdly respecting and obsessed with Tim since finding out about Tim's existence. So if you flip their order, make Tim Red Hood and make Jason Red Robin, there's so much room for hero worship from Jason.

As Robin, Jason has always teetered that edge of being pro-murder or not. Whether you believe he killed Felipe or not, even in his Post-Crisis introduction as Robin, he almost kills Two Face. Those concepts of lethal justice have always been brewing inside him, just reigned in by Bruce. So if you have Robin!Jason witnessing Red Hood!Tim start killing people and quickly making noticeable change in the landscape of gangs in Gotham, Jason would take quick notice. I think Tim as Red Hood would still be lethal, but there'd be a different application than Jason's Red Hood. Heads in duffle bags isn't Tim's style, even if he kills. I think you'd see something much more akin to that time Tim almost killed Boomerang, where it's such an elaborately thought out set up, it realistically doesn't even look like Tim killed anyone. It'd take months for Bruce to connect this string of deaths as anything other than coincidental, let alone link them to Red Hood. And Jason is wickedly smart, even as Robin. Jason, putting those pieces together before Bruce does and witnessing the undeniable positive change for Gotham it's enacting? Robin!Jason would be incredibly drawn in by that, and then even more-so, a Red Robin!Jason who has to grapple with being replaced to make room for the next Robin would I think, in anger, turn to Red Hood. And Tim would push him away at first, his plans don't have room for a scorned teenager who's trying to get back at Bruce and Nightwing!Damian like this- but I think Jason would wear him down. Prove to Tim that Jason can think on his wavelength.

Slightly related, what interests me about Red Hood!Tim is how it'd implicate his closeness to Ra's. Jason is taken into the League by Talia in Lost Days and Ra's doesn't necessarily approve of Jason's presence, especially not of Talia dunking him in the Pit, but Ra's has always canonically been A Little Weird about Tim. I think in a world Tim dies as the second Robin, it would be Ra's who dunks Tim to preserve his mind that Ra's thinks shouldn't be wasted, and you have the potential for 'apprentice of Ra's' Tim wrapped up in it all, even without him experience the Red Robin arc. So when it's Jason as Red Robin, instead of him going to Ra's when he's scorned by the Batfamily, he goes to Tim. The person he once idolized, because I think Tim would've been Jason's Robin. Smart, competent, a strong legacy to live up to. And now he's back, and he's pro-killing, an edge that Jason has always teetered on and would feel even closer to when he's replaced by a young Dick. I think Tim wouldn't ever be able to get rid of Jason.

Then on Tim's side, I think his reaction to being replaced after his death would be a complicated one. Objectively, being the Robin who believes Batman needs a Robin, he'd respect the logic and know Bruce was always going to replace him eventually. But still, there's always going to be that instinctual emotional reaction of betrayal and replacement. I think he'd view Jason at first with anger and distance, but then, seeing Jason as this street kid with begrudging potential, I could see Red Hood!Tim testing Jason. Constantly throwing things at Jason, seeing how he reacts, if he lives up to being Robin. Tim has a need for analyzing people, understanding their strengths and weaknesses. And he seems the Robin mantle very uniquely, he'd need to have it proven to him that Jason can handle it.

So you would have this dynamic of Jason hero worshipping Tim, slowly believing in Tim's methodology. While Tim is at first dismissive of him, but then starts to test him, see what makes this kid tick. And I think the TimJay potential of Jason trying to prove himself to Tim could be Neat.

[fbfh]

Thinking about lazy morning sex with Jason Grace. Making him feel so wanted because you’ve just woken up and there’s a million things you could be doing but all you want is him. Imagine his brain short circuiting at the concept of being the first thing you want when you wake up. He’s not an afterthought anymore and he just can’t wrap his head around it.

Jason is so sweet in the morning. He's all disoriented and drowsy, his eyes are all puffy from sleep and his glasses are sitting on the night table where he left them last night. his blonde hair looks like he got struck by lightning, which in all honesty wouldn't surprise you knowing him. his cheeks are all flushed and his muscles are all soft and relaxed. he's never been relaxed before ever, and it's only since he started sharing a bed with you, snuggling up with you and feeling your soft little good night kisses that he's known what peace feels like. so that particular morning, birds and cicadas singing outside, the ac blasting cold air over you and your blonde superman of a boyfriend, you just can't resist him. you're so right that he's not used to not being an afterthought. this is literally Jason whenever you express how much you love him or even do the bare minimum, much less treat him the way he deserves to be treated. you're like I love you so much and he's like whhhat??? whhat is going on????? what the hhhell are you tahlking about?????????? then you kiss him and his brain short circuits. this morning in particular you just can't resist him. you start peppering his puffy sleepy face in kisses. he's barely awake, he's blinking one eye at a time and thinks it's dream. then you climb on top of him, and that really wakes him up. his brain understands unbelievably horny hottie and sitting on my morning wood, but he can't get much further than that. he can't connect the two, make himself realize that he's the reason you're like this. and quite frankly if he did his head and balls would explode so violently neither of you would come back from that. so as you ride him, languid and lazy, soaking in every electrifying sensation of pleasure shared between you two, as you indulge yourself in touching him, kissing him, anywhere and everywhere you possibly can, you decide this is a good starting point. your breathing gets faster and you keep moaning out his name, sighing it into his lips over wet, messy kisses that just get deeper and deeper and he can't believe his ears. but he really wants to. you decide this is a good place to start. maybe after a few more weeks of riding his morning wood till he's nice and soft, he'll start to get the hint that you really, really like him. like, a lot.

[floating-goblin-art]

love the idea that terzo's ghouls died with him, or got tossed back into the Pit... but what if they turned into pillars of salt

[sugusoko]

dont worry guys i never draw vincent with two hands

[mafianoir]

[slides this across to kennedytumblr] is this anything

[baeshijima]

mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.

he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.

you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.

in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.

"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."

standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.

"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.

and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.

with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."

silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.

"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"

had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.

his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.

(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.

you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seams from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.

you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)

[crystallizsch]

“there may be something there that wasn’t there before”

💜: Mmh... Jamil, I didn’t know you were so warm.….

🐍: Prefect, you can’t just say things like tha—

🐍: …..

🐍: Did you fall asleep on my lap? Good grief.

[bringbackavac]

ok do you guys think buck will cry when he sees christopher again or not,,, like he would absolutely tear up right,,,

like i can imagine him pulling chris to the tightest hug and then kneeling to meet chris’s eyes like eddie does (bcs theyre such dads) and just hold his shoulders and say along the lines of “buddy! look how much you’ve grown! oh i’ve missed you so much!” while trying not to cry, maybe with his stutter bcs hes an emotional blubber of mess at that point

chris is half exasperated teenager half fond because buck keeps pulling him into hugs and looking at his face over and over! but also he lowkey misses him too (and he’ll say it with the softest voice half embarrased by the emotions he’s feeling)