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[goth-vampires-blog]

Hello everyone, you may call me Goth or vamps. I am a writer that's write both Fanfictions and my own story. As you all may know, I am right now writing a beastars x yn story's that will be posted on here soon along with other fandom I am currently in. Please bear in mind that English isn't my first language, and if you have any requests for a favourite character, do tell.

Beastars:

Kitsune Hybrid

One - short

Melon x kitsuneyn

Cloud leopard and her lions - in progress

obanaimaleyn - In progress.

Oniyn! - In progress.

Human yn - in progress.

Kny/demon slayer:

Demonmaleyn - In progress.

Hashirayn - In progress.

Ghost yn - in progress.

Lookism:

Fighter yn - in progress.

Kind yn - in progress.

Record of ragnarok:

Curse with death (male reader) - coming out soon.

Goddess of justice and truth - In progress

DR STONE:

The Stone Alchemist: Iguro's Awakening - In progress. (Female version of Iguro obanai Reader)

The Genius Medic Student - In progress. (Male version of Shinobu kochou reader)

MY OWN STORYS:

Trapped in the abyss (bl)

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The genres is this masterlist:

- Romance

- Horror

- Fluff

- Angst

- funny

If you have any questions you can contact me on my instr: goth_vampire0 pst sorry if this is story I will update it in the future.

[dork-a-doodle]

I’ve always wanted to draw what I think the various Deltarune weapons look like, and I figure why not start with the swords!

The Twisted Sword - The Axes - The Scarfs - The Rings

[vulpinesaint]

quiz enjoyers! i am now inviting you to come create something in my workshop❕

[armadillorollup]

in honour of wolvie returning to the big screen here's a fond childhood memory

[eurekq]

Love and light to marcille but she has the worst fucking opinions on God's good earth

[duskmite]

anyone else, regardless of the billie piper of it all, really fucking upset that ncuti gatwa isn't the doctor anymore

he was SUCH a good one. SO good. we had nowhere NEAR enough time with him with two short ass series.

[paintedcrows]

In my heart, Ford once went to an ice dimension and got Really Good at ice skating, and now he's absolutely insufferable about it.

[dailymothanon]

They’re so bright I promise ❤️ they’re the Second and Third in commands for a reason, which may or may not be because their brains are rotting because of each other in real time.

[shigeoreum]

“‘Good night, Spock.’

Spock resisted the temptation. It would ruin his reputation for Vulcan decorum - which was none too secure with this particular Human, in any case - to say ‘Sleep tight.’”

rlly half assed comic based on the quote (idk where its from) but if spock did say sleep tight 😂

[spicybeefu]

What if Pokemon & Animal Crossing had a crossover game? #10 Made in Blender, Wooper design by @omuart on instagram!

[o0kawaii0o]

After the farmer left 🌟🌠✨

[catsweatshirts]

They spin

Free spins for your dash

[thestuffedalligator]

The way necromancy works is this: Everything in your body — meat, bones, skin, blood — has something like a memory. They remember, in their own way, what it’s like to be alive. Skin remembers the sun. Bones remember what shape they’re supposed to be in. Muscle memory is more than just an idiom.

The way necromancy works is that the caster puts a little bit of their willpower into a corpse to order it to remember how it functioned in life and obey. This is easiest to do with bones, which are easy to trick, and becomes increasingly difficult the more of the original body remains.

To reanimate a full body to your command, you have to have a lot of willpower.

The necromancer checked the map. She checked the map again. She squinted up at the stars, lips moving silently. Then, taking the lantern off its hook, she peered over the side of the little sailboat.

There wasn't much to see. The sea was dark and still as glass, except where the lanternlight turned a patch of seawater a yellowish-green. A tiny fish flitted into the gleam, attracted to the light, and then vanished into the murk again.

The necromancer chewed the inside of her cheek. She sat down again, the boat bobbing gently with the movement, and checked the map one more time. Then she opened the little wooden case on the floor of the boat, which unfolded into a neat arrangement of drawers.

There were. Things. In the drawers. Some wriggled. Others twitched little beetly legs into the night air. A few of them made noises, which ran together into a squeaky, wheezy squeal of horror.

The necromancer twiddled her fingers over the display as she considered her options. Then she grabbed a few of the twitching, wriggling things, held them in her palm and squeezed her hand into a fist as tightly as she could with a squelching noise.

She opened her hand to inspect her work. She breathed the spell into it, and then, holding her hand over the edge of the boat, dropped the spell into the sea.

And that seemed to be it. She sat back in the boat and closed the little wooden case. After a moment she started looking over the map again.

There were a lot of handwritten notes on the map. Each one was connected to a mark and some coordinates; some of them said, "Storm 1457," or "Struck a rock 1483." Others said "Total failure," or “Completely dissolved.”

The note the necromancer seemed most interested in was the one that read, “Battle of Salzstein, 1501.”

The necromancer checked the map. She checked the map again. She squinted up at the stars, lips moving silently, and then she was suddenly thrown down to the floor of the boat as though a giant, invisible hand had crushed her.

Her mouth opened in a noiseless scream.

Two minds were fighting for control of the corpse; on one side was the mind of the caster, and on the other was the memories of bones, of flesh, of skin, trying to drive the caster out.

The weight of that mind was incredible.

Sweat poured off the necromancer’s brow; darkness whorled across her vision. Then slowly, every movement a bone-breaking agony, she pushed herself onto her hands and knees, lungs straining.

The trick was that this mind knew how to obey.

The necromancer stood, wobbled, steadied herself and poured her willpower into the sea. She tried to make hers the full willpower the thing had obeyed in life, the will of the wind, of the sea, of the rigging and the wheel.

Because of course it had been alive. In a sense, they were all alive. Sailors talked of them like they were alive, gave them names, called them “she.”

Sailors knew they were alive.

It was the cessation of that life that interested her.

The necromancer reached out with her power, seized the mind in her hands and pulled, blood and foam flecking out the corners of her mouth as she ground her teeth together with the titanic effort and ordered it to obey.

The sea roiled, hundreds of tons of water moving fast as something deep below boiled to the surface.

A bowsprit sprouted from the water. Then a wood-rotted figurehead of a mermaid. Then inch by inch, yard by yard, the huge barnacle-encrusted bulk of silt-stained timber rose out of the deep, seawater streaming out of every gunport.

For a moment the warship hung in the air like a monstrous fish held by the gills by a colossal fisherman. It dropped into the sea; the little rowboat lurched in its wake.

The necromancer released the spell. Then she threw up, and passed out.

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Later, once she had woken up, gathered together the tackle box, the lantern, the map and had scrabbled aboard, the necromancer inspected the undead ship.

There was a hole in the hull where a magazine charge had exploded. This was, admittedly, fine. Undead men could walk with a hole in their bellies; an undead ship could sail with one as well.

Really, she thought, despite the discomfort the spell had worked masterfully.

It was a perfect start.

She unfolded the map on the soggy floor of the quarterdeck, sucked the end of a pen, and next to the last marker wrote “Total success.” Then her finger began to trace down the page to the next.

And the undead ship — unbidden and obedient — shifted its sails and began to move south.

[abandoned-quiche]

I LOVE ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS BTW. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR HATE FOR THEM ON MY POST

[nenoname]

hunting down a specific image but finding miscellaneous storyboards/some cut panels from the stan comic story instead