#sol vampire guy

[tranz-vamp1rezzz]

Sol transvampire guy

[luciacaminoz]

borrowing some kids… silk @silkenred, del @kentuckycaverats (i just realized i forgot del’s septum piercing but it WILL be fixed these are little sneak peak wips rn) and rosa @girlnextvore ♥️

[laurzvahll]

wanna talk about sol and their personality (or better said, their perceived lack of) but idk..how…. how do people talk abt their ocs and like their inner lore

[35tr314]

akbdkwshskshwjsh she's so fucking handsome

[beatcroc]

beatus crocus what is your opinion on paracelsus guilty gear

i dont actually play gg and i fell off the lore videos after like the third one sorry :[

i do not know anything about them but everyone seems very stoked to have aba back so that's cool. i do really want to get back on the lore videos sometime so i know all the guys though....

[solradguy]

SOL BADGUY LORE FAQ

WAS SOL BADGUY EVER MARRIED?

NO. THERE IS NO INDICATION ARIA ACCEPTED HIS PROPOSAL (Guilty Gear Strive, "Chaos" chapter, "Forest"). IN FACT, HIS "SPECIAL DATE" BEING "THE DAY HE PROPOSED" (April 8, GGST Guilty Gear World) AND NOT ANY SORT OF MARRIAGE DATE SUPPORTS THIS. THE PROPOSAL IS NEVER BROUGHT UP AGAIN AND BY SEPTEMBER ARIA TELLS FREDERICK THAT SHE IS TERMINALLY ILL (GGXrd Sign, "Struggle B," September 10, 2016). BEFORE THE END OF THAT YEAR, THE EVENTS OF GUILTY GEAR BEGIN HAPPEN AND FREDERICK "DIES," BEING TURNED INTO A GEAR BY ASUKA AGAINST HIS WILL, AND THEIR LABORATORY COLLAPSES ENTIRELY.

WHY DOES HE KEEP KILLING HIS WIFE?

HE WASN'T EVER MARRIED. HE STILL IS NOT MARRIED AS OF THE LORE WE HAVE RIGHT NOW (2025 MAY 20). SOL DOES NOT HAVE A WIFE. HE HAS NOT EVER HAD A WIFE.

WHY IS HIS NAME SOL BADGUY?

SLAYER, A VAMPIRE, NAMED HIM AFTER THE SUN BECAUSE "His passion shone like the sun to illuminate my path [...]" (GGXrdSign, "Philosopher B") AND "BAD GUY" IS WHAT THE CRIMINAL UNDERWORLD CALLED HIM DURING HIS BOUNTY HUNTING YEARS (GGST GGW "Frederick").

IS SOL STILL A GEAR AFTER THE EVENTS OF STRIVE & IN DUAL RULERS?

YES. ASUKA REMOVED THE FLAME OF CORRUPTION FROM HIM BUT ONCE YOU ARE A GEAR, YOU ARE A GEAR FOREVER. (GGST "Conclusion," "White House -- Gardens"). THE FLAME OF CORRUPTION IS BASICALLY A GEAR TURBO CHARGER. IT WAS NOT THE SOLE SOURCE OF HIS GEAR CELLS, IT WAS JUST INCLUDED AS PART OF IT AND IT WAS REMOVED.

WHY ARE YOU YELLING?

I HAVE BEEN INTO GUILTY GEAR AND GUILTY GEAR LORE FOR 4 ENTIRE YEARS. I HAVE TRANSLATED A NOVEL AND INTERVIEWS AND HELPED CREATE A NEW LORE WIKI AND SO MANY OTHER THINGS. PEOPLE ASK ME THESE QUESTIONS ALL THE TIME. THEY ARE ALWAYS ASKING ME THESE SAME 4 QUESTIONS OR READING MY POSTS OR TRANSLATIONS ENTIRELY WRONG AND COMING TO WEIRD CONCLUSIONS THAT THEY THEN SUBJECT ME TO. IF I PUT IT IN BIG BOLD TEXT MAYBE IT WILL STOP. MAYBE LIFE COULD BE A DREAM.

[papaseidon]

Not my usual epic stuff but

Cow boy /Bounty Hunter Vampire guy,,,

Do I have a name for him?

Sort of

I'm fighting between Sol or Astrid...

[mydearestbeloved]

I just love MC's children from Trial-Player... like their vibes are just too adorable. (Also me completely ignoring that they have some homicidal tendencies and just whistling innocently as I look the other way because they are just way too cute—!)

Ahem. Regardless of that, I was just wondering if it was ever mentioned an image (?) of what they look liked? Or if they was like a description of them, list...? Sorry if this was asked already or done, 🥲 it's been a hot minute since I've devoured—cough revisited everything related to this AU?

Also here, free totally accurate representation of Reader's (and Jinwoo's summons) kids.

And:

Look at those faces. Too cute, would never commit war crimes. 🥰 Many headpats. Very huggable.

I remember seeing something like this:

TP!Reader : My children are adorable!

Jinwoo : Red just committed arson, Bel is cannibalizing someone, Trick is dissecting a guy, Blanche is sleeping on fur she freshly skinned alive—from where, I’m not interested. Another guy went splat on Sol’s canvas, Neonie is doing live experiments (again, not going to ask), Gale crashed into a building, and Ari just committed murder by lullaby.

TP!Reader : I said adorable, not harmless.

ASDFGHJKL

Anyway, the descriptions of the butterflies are scattered throughout the story—my bad. There are no images of them as of yet; I haven’t searched.

I can try to give you short compilations of their current looks, though!

Warning: Bad descriptions and subject to change.

Red

"Bel" (?)

Her wing color in butterfly form is red with black lines. She usually takes on a human form with red eyes and very long hair, usually styled in a braid. She can be described as porcelain and vampire-like, female butler and nobility vibe. Her default fit is black and white (dominant), with patterns of her butterfly wings on parts of her vest, the ends of her sleeves and pants, and the back of her tailcoat. Wore black gloves and boots.

*Writing descriptions could only achieve so much, so in truth, I leave the rest of the details to each reader's personal interpretations. You are free to imagine how a character would look as you wished in your head. That said, a fellow reader of TP AU have sent me her personal interpretation of Red. If anyone is interested, check it out here!

Her wing color in butterfly form is purple with black lines. She usually takes on a human form with purple eyes and very long black hair, usually in updos. Taller than Red. She can be described as alabaster and divine-like. Her default fit is (dominant) black and white, with patterns of her butterfly wings on the inside of the white coat she usually slings over her shoulders. Wore an all-black fit underneath—shirt, vest, pants, gloves, and boots.

Trick

Her wing color in butterfly form is silver with black lines. She usually takes on a human form with orange-tinted yellow eyes and long silver hair, usually let loose. Shorter than Red. She can be described as ivory and chaotic, ouji vibe. Her default fit is balanced black and white, with patterns of her butterfly wings on the ends of her sleeves and visible on the inside of her vest, which extends longer from the sides to the back and is slit in the middle to mimic the shape of her wings. In contrast, she wears short black pants. Wore black gloves, thigh-high socks with garters, and white boots.

Blanche

Her wing color in butterfly form is white tinted with pale blue and black lines. She alternates between human, wolf, and hybrid forms (humanoid with wolf ears and tail most of the time) with pale blue eyes and long, straight white hair, usually let loose. Taller than Red, shorter than Bel. She can be described as snowy white and fluffy, winter vibe. Her default fit is black and white (dominant), with patterns of her butterfly wings on the end of her white princess coat and sleeves. The ends of her black pants have white fur, as do the edges of her sleeves after the wing motif—the fluff hides her white-gloved hands most of the time. She wears a thick white fur scarf around her neck, above the black fabric that covers half of her upper body, shoulders, and upper arms all the way to the back. Her hair is usually tucked into the scarf. Wore white boots.

Sol

Her wing color in butterfly form is yellow with black lines. She usually takes on human forms with yellow eyes and long, wavy blonde hair, usually in a high ponytail. A bit shorter than Blanche. She can be described as sun-kissed and sweet-but-psycho, summer vibe. Her default fit is black (dominant) and white, with patterns of her butterfly wings on the inside of her black coat and the end of her black pants. She wears a white poet’s shirt tucked under the pants, with her coat usually just slung over one shoulder. Wore black gloves and boots.

Neonie

Her wing color in butterfly form is turquoise with black lines; under certain lighting, she can look neon cyan or neon blue. She usually alternates between human and elf forms with turquoise eyes and curly, very dark brown hair with highlights of red, blue, and the occasional white and purple, usually let loose or tied low. Around Red’s height. She can be described as dark bronze and wizardly, autumn and dark academia vibe. Her default fit is black (dominant) and white, with patterns of her butterfly wings on the inside of her black vest, which extends on the sides and back over a black skirt. Under the vest, she wears a white blouse with puffy long sleeves. Wore black gloves and boots.

Gale

Her wing color in butterfly form is royal blue with black lines. She alternates between human, phoenix, and hybrid forms (humanoid with translucent wings and tail) with royal blue eyes and short, wavy brunette hair, sometimes let loose or in a bun. Around Red’s height. She can be described as olive and airborne. Her default fit is black and white (dominant), with patterns of her butterfly wings on the inside of her white trench coat. She wears a white shirt with a black harness and black pants. Wore black gloves and white boots over the pants.

"Ari" (?)

Her wing color in butterfly form is ocean blue with black lines. She usually takes on human and siren forms with ocean blue eyes and medium-length wavy black hair with white and ocean blue highlights, usually in a bun. Slightly shorter than Red, taller than Trick. She can be described as tanned and spring-like. Her default fit is black and white (dominant), with patterns of her butterfly wings on the ends of her white blouse sleeves. She wears black leggings with a ruffled skirt. Wore black gloves and white boots over the pants.

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I hope this helps imagining them better 🙏

This is only appearance-wise with their default fit a.k.a their usual uniform. We'll get to know more about them soon.

Also, the butterflies are tall. Trick is slightly taller than Cha Hae-in. While "Bel"(?) is taller than Jinwoo. Yes, they can change their appearances, so this is just comparison for their default humanoid form (the form they return to and spend time in the most).

[tranz-vamp1rezzz]

Hear me out sol badguy x axl low vampire yaoi??

[hotvintagepoll]

George “Shorty George” Snowden and Beatrice “Big Bea” Gay (Ask Uncle Sol)—Okay, so everybody (Lindy hoppers) talks about Shorty George Snowden but his partner, Big Bea is a bad ass too. She dances so hard she invented the Lindy hop. Look at this man scrungle so hard he invents the Lindy hop [editor’s note: these two were submitted separately but since they work as a team in this routine, I’ve put them together as a scrungly unit like Laurel & Hardy or Bryant & White.]

Musidora (Les Vampires)—That batty lady just scrungles across the screen! [editor's note: musidora is not the batty ballerina from the original clip. a new clip has been put for her under the cut.]

This is round 2 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you’re confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Snowden & Gay:

Better quality but shorter clip:

Musidora:

[Editor's note: the original clip from "Les Vampires" submitted for Musidora was in fact not footage of Musidora, but Stacia Napierkowska. I picked this clip at random to hopefully show the right Musidora this time.]

[luciacaminoz]

IT’S SAM and i want julian and sol wrist kiss for the drabble prompt :3 no rush!

you got 3k of vampire toxicity <3

Desert Ghosts

August 2005

The warehouse throbs with a bassline that could crack ribs.

Scorched earth of Hidalgo-Cochise borderlands underfoot, corrugated walls crumbling and bleeding graffiti: GOD HATES YOUR FUCKING PULSE. The air reeks of diesel and sagebrush, the kind of nowhere place that swallows screams and buries bodies. Tonight, though, The Dead Zone’s alive, vibrating the sand out of scorpion carcasses. Strobes carve jagged shadows through clove smoke into a writhing ecosystem of four hundred—mortals high on a pharmacopeia of sins, Kindred high on the kine. Some fucker in neon shuttershades and black PVC (callsign: GLITCHGOD) is DJing a remix of Clubbed to Death spliced with Gregorian chants, emergency sirens, and the thock-thock of helicopter blades. When he screeches into the mic, his voice distorts through a pedal that makes him sound like a chipmunk. “BUSH DID 9/11!” The crowd surges; screams back. It’s a slaughterhouse ballet in the pit. Tweakers with meth-jaw tremors rub shoulders with trust fund coke-heads. Jock-straps, pigtails, balaclavas, tutus, U of A hoodies—somewhere there’s a Ventrue neonate in a fucking pantsuit and Louboutins. A shirtless guy with a soul-patch grinds up on a goth chick whose fishnets are shredded from climbing barbed wire fencing. Their sweat mingles with the underlying brine of blood, ozone and festering needle tracks clinging to the walls. Over by the bar (huge, spray-painted plywood board; oil drums), a frat boy pukes Jägermeister and glowstick fluid onto his box-fresh high-tops. His buddies laugh and shout “dude!” and film it on flip phones and BlackBerry’s.

On the opposite side of brick and mortar, a Gangrel shovelhead tears into some drunk kid’s throat mid-piss behind creosote. His carotid crunches like a honeycrisp apple. (Body’ll be found at sunrise, blamed on coyotes.) No one cares. The desert especially doesn’t give a fuck about you. The rules here, for both kine and Kindred, are simple: Don’t piss off the bikers guarding the doors. (Those aren’t bikers, by the way.) Julian leans against a rattling speaker stack near the far end of the space, pale and absurd in his Akira tank top and fingerless gloves, pretending to fix something while actually scouring a laptop he’d swiped from the booth. His mismatched earrings catch fractals of UV every few seconds, and his arms are vein-mapped as they move under blacklight. Sol, absently nodding along to whatever conversation is happening beside her, watches him from where she’s perched at the end of the bar. She’s wearing a thrifted slip dress; backless, the color of dried blood, safety-pinned at the hip; a pair of glowstick bangles, and boots that’ve stomped through worse than this. Her hair’s a glossy, dark pool gathered en masse over one shoulder, Nuestra Señora de los Dolores in red and black ink on full display up her spine. They're supposed to be tracking an informant—a starved ghoul left to dry, now trading Cam intel for blood on the border. She’s supposed to be charming the Anarch envoy slouched next to her—some Brujah fuck with a septum ring and a “KILL YOUR LOCAL LANDLORD” patch sewn into his denim vest. He’s been monologuing about dialectical materialism for twenty minutes, spittle flecking his beard. But she’s bored. She’s always bored without Julian.

The Brujah’s still talking. “—so like, Marx’s theory of alienation under capitalism is basically the same as the Beast, right? We’re all just—” Sol cuts him off by sliding off the stool, her hip brushing his knee. “Gonna smoke,” she lies. “I’ll come—” “No.” She’s already walking, kine parting for her like she’s got a fucking forcefield. Her eyes stay locked on Julian as he chews his lip, thumb jamming the spacebar. She knows that look. When she’s close enough to smell him—bergamot oil and static—she hooks a finger into the belt loop of his jeans and yanks. “Jesus!” He spins, but his glare quickly dissolves into a grin. “I’m working.” “You’re losing,” she corrects, nodding at the screen. A progress bar’s frozen at 69%. “Nice.” He snorts. “Firewall’s got more layers than your mom’s—” “Finish that and I’ll rip your dick off, Sim.” “You’d miss it.”

Sol’s cheeks dimple (lopsided) when she smiles, teeth turned violet under the blacklight, the barest hint of fang. She steps closer, her knee nudging his thigh. Julian’s irises are voids; she can see the hunger in him—not for blood, but for the win. “Take a break,” she says, softer. “Dance with me.” “Dance?” He barks a little laugh. “You know I don’t—” The Brujah envoy’s watching them now. So’s the Ventrue in the Louboutins, pretending not to. Julian hesitates—then slams the laptop shut. “Fine. One song.” “Two.” “Don’t push it.” She grabs his wrist, cold and corded, and drags him into the swarm. “THIS ONE’S FOR ALL YOU DEAD FUCKS IN THE HOUSE—YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!” It’s a remix of Closer, reverb heavy enough to thrum the stale blood in their veins, with intervals of deep-sea whale song. Sol sways first, all hips and dark eyes and waterfall-curls, her dress slipping off one shoulder, accidentally-on-purpose. Julian stands stiff, arms crossed, like he’s waiting for the beat, or Trent Reznor, or GLITCHGOD, to punch him. “Relax,” she shouts over the noise. “I am relaxed.” “You look like you’re cosplaying a fucking utility pole.” He laughs, sharp and sudden, and, yeah, he cracks. His shoulders drop. His head tips back, throat bobbing as he lets the rhythm hit him—there.

Sol turns, dodging a raver’s elbow, and closes the distance until her back’s to his chest. He doesn’t say anything, but his hands immediately find her hips, thumbs pressing into the divots of her pelvis. The contact zips through her like a live wire; an overwhelming urge to rouse the Blood. She leans into him as they move. The song fractures into static, then a warped sample of Toxic meets The Exorcist. Sol grinds against him. He’s half-hard. “Sol,” he warns. She continues, smiling. It’s evil. His grip tightens. He spins her, pins her front to his chest, his hand sliding up her ribs to cup her breast. Her nipple pebbles under the thin fabric. Sol’s cheeks flush by the millisecond as blood starts to move. Her lips graze the smooth sweep of his jaw. Julian’s fingers dig into her waist. He’s straining against her lower stomach. The song ends. The crowd howls. “One more,” she says by his ear. “Sol—” “One more.” He gives her a look—but nods.

This track’s slower, dirtier, all distorted moans and sub-bass—no whales. Her hands slide to his chest. His heart doesn’t beat, obviously—what’s under her palm is a sick mimicry—but his skin is heating up, beginning to glisten, and she feels the want between them. Her lips find his neck. Fangs drag along soft, supple white flesh. Julian stiffens slightly—not fear, but awareness as the Beast prickles under his skin. Sol licks a hot, wet stripe up his jugular; savors the feel of his Adam’s apple stressing under the press of her tongue when he swallows reflexively. She nips his chin, then his bottom lip. He shudders. When she pulls back in his arms her eyes are different. Not the color (dark brown, restless—always fucking restless), not the shape (almond, long-lashed). It’s the way they move. Flicker. Slow. Deliberate. Like a snake uncoiling in sunlight. She’s staring at his throat. The crowd surges again as Julian leans to kiss her. His mouth misses hers as they’re thrown between sticky bodies, his lips skimming along her scar. He cups the back of her head and pretends he meant to lick her instead. She laughs, grabbing fistfuls of his tank top to drag him toward the exit. He follows without protest, grinning, a little dizzy. Outside, the desert slams into them like a brick wall—110 degrees past midnight, air so dry it leeches the spit from their fangs. The rave’s bassline thumps muted through cinderblocks. Fifty yards away, a body lies in the dirt, throat torn wide, one Reebok still twitching. Julian’s already texting a cleanup crew. “Fuck’s sake, can’t even eat neat,” he mutters, squinting at his Razr’s green glare. “Amateur hour out here.”

Sol leans against a rusted shipping container, watching him pace and type. Wispy black bangs fall over his eyes and he scrunches his nose, tongue peeking. Moonlight slicks his collarbones. She wants to bite into that divot between neck and shoulder, all meat, where his pulse should be. Wants to make him forget every line of code, every dead drop, every shred of control he’s white-knuckling. “Julian.” “Hm?” She steps into his space, hips swaying slow, deliberate. He doesn’t look up. “Julian.” “What?” Her palm slams the container beside his head. The metal dents. He finally meets her eyes, brows raised. “You’re being a shitty date.” “We’re working.” She ghosts her lips over his jaw. “C’mon. You’re two firewalls from stroking out.” He huffs, thumb still jabbing keys. “Listening to Das Kapital: The Remix for an hour didn’t help.” “You’re the one who picked this shithole to scout first.” “You’re the one who—” She kisses him.

Not the soft, teasing shit from inside—this is all teeth and hunger, her tongue demanding and pleading both. Julian makes a noise between a groan and a sigh, phone clattering to the dirt as he fists her hair. His other hand finds her ass, yanking her flush against him. She grinds down, feeling him harden further through his jeans, the seam catching her clit just right. “Fuck,” he hisses against her mouth. “We’ve got ten minutes before—” “Stop planning.” She bites his lower lip hard enough to draw vitae. The coppery tang blooms between them. She kitten-licks it. His hips jerk. “Sol—” “Shut up.” Her hands dive under his shirt, nails raking down his ribs. He’s all lean muscle and smooth skin, twitching under her touch like a live wire. “Let me fix it.” He laughs, breathless, exasperated. “Fix it how? You gonna suck my dick in a meth den parking lot?” “Tempting.” She drops to her knees. “Solona.” He frowns; his hand catches her chin. Not harsh, but firm. “Not here.” “Since when do you care about audience participation?”

“Since I don’t want some shovelhead taking video proof of my childe deepthroating me for the fucking, I don’t know, Camarilla newsletter.” He tugs her to stand, but she resists, all dead weight and tiny smirk, kneeling at his feet. “Prude.” “Sol.” They stare each other down—her breaking into a grin, him trying not to. The tension crackles louder than the rave going on inside. Finally, he caves. “Fuck it.” His hand slides behind her neck, pulling her up and into another kiss. This one’s slower, deeper, his tongue mapping hers with precision that makes her toes curl. When he breaks away, his lips trail down her throat, peppering breathy, open-mouthed kisses. “Wait,” he murmurs against her skin. “The bond—" She shivers. “So?” “So I’m trying to be responsible. We talked about this.” His thumb brushes the safety pin at her hip. “Three bites, and you’re mine. That terrify you yet?” “You wish.” “I do, actually.” She grabs his wrist, pressing his palm to her chest. Her heart’s a useless vestige but the vitae makes sure he feels the echo—whatever that means now. “Take it.”

Julian’s jaw clenches. The Beast stirs behind his eyes; ripples in oil spill. For a second, she thinks he’ll agree—let the thread snap tight. Instead, he exhales sharply and steps back. “Not like this.” “Like what? Me begging?” She advances, backing him against the container. “You want me to get on my knees again? Say please?” “I want you to think.” His voice cracks. “Once we cross that line—” “We crossed it when you Embraced me.” “That was different.” “Bullshit. You’ve wanted this since—” They freeze before the gun cocks. “Real fucking cute.” The voice comes from behind a stack of pallets—raspy, smoke-ravaged, distinctly Texan. Julian’s eyes flick to Sol—stay cool. Sol turns very slightly, very slowly. Mid-forties, sun-leathered skin, neck tattoos, camo pants stained with what might be dried blood. Guy’s got a sawed-off shotgun levelled at Julian’s chest. “Y’all the new attack dogs?” He spits tobacco. “Heard you were asking about me. Expected scary vamp motherfuckers to be honest, not two fucking kids playing tonsil hockey.” Sol’s on him before he finishes speaking; fangs bared, pupils catching moonlight, the Beast reflecting it back; a snapping, serrated hunger that unfurls beneath acrid dry lungs and hisses out of her windpipe. Her claws—Caitiff-crude—punch down through the man’s thick wrist like three fucking machetes before he can pull the trigger. The gun clatters. He screams right as GLITCHGOD yells some bullshit about the illuminati, then Sol’s boot’s between his shoulders, pushing him face-first into the dirt. He curls around his hand—what’s left of it. The shotgun lies in pieces.

Julian crouches, karambit hooked to the howling motherfucker’s throat, keeping him relatively still, relatively quiet. “Let’s try this again,” he says. Sire voice. “You’re Marcus Keene. Ghoul. Ex-Camarilla. Recently acquired some very interesting intel about a certain Elder’s haven.” One Marcus Keene continues to weep over the sand. Julian presses the blade deeper. A bead of blood wells. “Look, man, I’d love to do this the hard way—peel you like a grape, feed your intestines to the coyotes—but my associate here?” He nods at Sol. “She’s got dinner plans.” Sol leans down, lips brushing the ghoul’s ear. “I’m starving.” “Talk,” Julian says. He does, to his credit. Sol doesn’t listen. She stares back at the warehouse, eyes glassy. Somehow the music’s gotten louder. There’s a figure hunched and skulking on the roof, not even trying to be subtle. A couple are fucking doggystyle in a ditch, and someone’s getting world-class head behind the shipping container on the other side of the ruins by the sounds of it. Two college girls stumble past the bikers out front. One’s crying, clawing at her own face like she’s trying to peel off her skin, dragging thick black eyeliner into rivets down her greasy cheeks. Blood dribbles from her nose; her neck black and purple with bruises. The other just pulls her along. The desert doesn’t give a fuck about you. Sol looks away. “—are on a b-burner phone—left pocket. But I need—” Julian pats him down, retrieves a phone then stands, wiping his blade on his jeans. “See? Was that so—” Sol breaks the ghoul’s neck with a crisp snap. Julian blinks.

“Or we could do that.” She shrugs, staring at the corpse. Julian watches her, brow furrowed. “You good?” “Great.“ His lips twist, like he’s thinking for a moment. “Sol—” She turns away and starts walking towards the trail.

----------- They take the long way home, windows down, radio blasting System of a Down. Julian drives one-handed, the other drumming the wheel. Sol fixes on the stars, legs folded under her. The silence stretches, thick and prickly. Finally, Julian clears his throat. “Back there… you were right.” She side-eyes him. She doesn’t feel right about anything. “The bond. The Embrace. All of it.” His knuckles whiten on the wheel. “Look, I’m trying to do right by you, but—” “But you’re a vampire. I’m a vampire. We’re fucked.” Julian forces a laugh. “Basically.” She studies his profile—the slope of his nose, the set of his jaw. He runs a hand through his hair. Her fingers itch to trace the cross earring dangling from his lobe. “Pull over.” He glances at her, suddenly alert, frowning. “What? Why?” “Pull. Over.” He swerves the Geo onto the shoulder, dust pluming around them. Before he can speak, she’s straddling him, seatbelt digging into her thighs. “Solona—” She kisses him; needy, deep, but sweet, her hands cradling his face. He tenses, then melts, mouth opening under hers, tongue licking into it. Her nails card across his scalp just how he likes. Julian moans, pulling back slightly, dropping his face to her chest. “You’re overcomplicating this,” Sol murmurs into his hair after a moment, fingers still grazing gently, scratching the nape of his neck. He turns his head to the side. His eyes stare up at her, pupils huge, brows pulled apart, and suddenly he’s not her Sire—just another dumb fucking fledgling. “Am I?” “Yes.” She unbuttons her dress, letting it pool around her waist. Julian breathes, softly, unnecessarily. “You want me. I want you. The rest is noise.” “Sol, the bond is—” “Fuck it.” She rolls her hips, making his head loll back with another quiet moan. “I asked for the Embrace. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.” “But that’s the thing. You might not have a choice soon.” His hands find her thighs, grip soft, steadying. He won’t meet her eyes. Sol leans in, lips brushing his.

----------- Later—much later—when the seats are pushed back and they’re tangled together, limbs slick with sweat and vitae, Sol traces the veins on his wrist. “I don’t want to be careful anymore,” she whispers. “I want it. Nothing else feels like this. Nothing else feels like you.” He tugs her closer, nose buried in her hair, arms tightening, but says nothing. She licks along his forearm, tasting salt and iron, then agonizes suddenly, wanting to attempt levity—but he was always better at that. Julian is silent. She meets his gaze. The Beast is there, pacing behind his eyes, but so is something else—something fragile. She kisses his wrist. The desert swallows the rest.

[matchalovertrait]

It's been such a hectic day for these four! Ángel took Dulce's family out to explore Del Sol Valley, so nobody else has any idea about what has been happening after the court session ended.

Note: Guys, I've been working overtime to make this all come together 😭 Also, the story is moving at a snail's pace, but I wanted this to line up around Halloween time. The pacing should pick back up after the trial ends. I imagine we'll also see more gameplay posts instead of these more dialogue-heavy posts.

Start from the beginning (Gen 2)

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Transcript

ANTONIO: Hurry, we’re already late.

DULCE: We’re 10 minutes early!

YOLTIC: The Beehive is closed! But for you two? I’ll always make an exception.

DANIELA: He’s leaving out how excited he is to dress you guys up.

ANTONIO: Still, thanks for doing this so suddenly. I’m still not sure why she insists on a “Professional Team-Building Costume-Test Montage”? We just need costumes with masks.

YOLTIC: Oh, lighten up a bit!

DULCE: Antonio was saying how Yoltic wouldn’t be up for this because “he doesn’t like shenanigans,” but Yoltic always complains about rude and snobby people.

DANIELA: Both are things that describe Caruso. Anyway, you can’t steal something that belongs to you, right?

DULCE: Exactly. Still, we need to take precautions.. I guess. And focus on things like “team-building.”

DANIELA: Luckily you know two geeky cosplayers who own a lot of clothes and costumes.

YOLTIC: Are you going to let me put some light makeup on you?

ANTONIO: Light. I don’t like having anything on my face.

YOLTIC: Can I pierce your ears?

ANTONIO: No. Dude, I’m a lawyer.

YOLTIC: Ugh, you’re ruining my visions.

DULCE: Any ideas on what we should dress up as?

DANIELA: A LOT! Vampires, mummies, pretty dolls...

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This Week in BL - Thailand surprised me

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

May 2024 Wk 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Stand-In (Thai Fri iQIYI) ep 2 of 12 eps - I love love love Sol! Pink-haired baby idol blast from the past nursing a crush = absolute catnip for me. This is def my favorite Thai BL currently airing. And it’s probably because it has a sort of odd queer authenticity to both its gayness and its rep of the film industry. I mean, of course it’s sanitized into BL fantasy-landia, but there’s an underpinning of something real, for lack of a better word. Normally I prefer the fantasy of my dumb BL worldview, but in this one I’m kind of liking a little chew and grit.

All of which is to say: this is very fucked up messy gay, which normally I’m not wild about, but for some reason I’m really enjoying this version.

On the other side of the BL coin we have:

Wandee Godday (Sat YT) ep 1 of 12 - And I like it a lot. It’s fun and I’m enjoying it (possibly more than it deserves). I like how it’s a little absurdist. I like that it starts with a one night stand. I like all of the side characters. I love the asexual representation. Bonus LUBE! It’s a fun show. More FUN that GMMTV usually goes for.  

Two Worlds (Thurs iQIYI) ep 8 of 10 - The sketching in the cave scene was v sexy. And I’m enjoying this BL, but not for any other reason than MaxNat being MaxNatty all over my screen. 

1000 Years Old (Thurs iQIYI) ep 12fin - I don’t know what I feel about this one. Mostly just indifferent. It was meant to be the paranormal Thai BL pulp about vampires that we were all waiting for, and it ended up just being boring. Frankly, I'd rather be pissed off than bored. 6/10

Only Boo! (Sun YouTube) ep 4 of 12 - I truly love the naked lust on our side couple's pining friend's face. Usually only Japan get this thirsty.

Book is perfectly cast as Moo's older bro. They even look a bit alike but it might have been a mistake, because he’s so damn charismatic. Stole all the breath from the show for a bit. 

We Are (Weds iQIYI) ep 5 of 16 - No report until next week. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues YouTube & Viki) ep 11 of 12 - What a fantastic ep. This show really is killing it. I’m so happy with Taiwan right now. 

Carry on.

Blue Boys (Korea YouTube) 3 of ? - It remains lovely and I remain enjoying it immensely. It’s very Strongberry feeling. That's always a welcome sensation.

Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - They are so cute and pretty much just boyfriends already regardless of what they each think. I'm scared that next week is the final episode, it doesn’t feel like it’s gone very far.

At 25:00 in Akasaka AKA 25 Ji Akasaka de (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - I liked it a little better this week. I guess I’m warming up to this one?

Boys Be Brave AKA Roommates (Korea Thurs Viki) ep 3-4 of 8 - Ah poor lonely neglected child. They are all such weirdos. I don’t understand any of these characters or their motivations except they are strange kind of cartoons of... something.

Love is like a Cat (Korea Mon Viki) eps 9-10 of 12 - The guy who plays the vet should be playing a vampire. That's it. That's all I have to say. 

It's airing but...

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing.

Memory in the Letter (Thai WeTV) - 6 eps, when it's done, tell me if I should bother?

You Made My Day (Thai YT) ep 1 of 5 - supposed to have started on Friday but I couldn't find it, I also didn't try very hard.

In case you missed it

GMMTV announced the second half of their 2024 line up. I got excited and picked my favorites, details + trailers here.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

May Releases

5/10 A Balloon's Landing (Taiwan movie) trailer - A frustrated Hong Kong writer, Tian Yu, meets a Taipei street gangster, Xiang (Fandy Fan from HIStory2: Crossing the Line), and the two of them embark on a journey to find the Bay of Vanishing Whales. Along the way, they discover unexpected twists and turns and close bonds, which brings out the message that "there is always someone like you in this world who is waiting for you.

5/16 Blossom Campus (Korea Thurs Gaga & iQIYI) ep 1 of 6 - Strongberry doing classic BL! Weeee!

5/19 OMG Vampire (Thai Sun ????) ep 1 of 10 - LeeFrank are back - not unlike the undead (as it were). But how do we feel about it? Unsure given their track record.

5/25 The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer - HoTae & DongHee are back but unfortunately not in a cinema near me. Side couple from Unintentional Love Story, same actors, same character names. I love them. I NEED TO SEE THIS.

5/28 My Biker 2 (Thai movie YT?) - trailer

5/31 The Time of Huannan (Taiwan movie) - May not be BL

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I love a shrimp peeling moment in my Thai BL. (Only Boo)

Unquestionably the best moment in BL this year. FIGHT ME. (Unknown)

(Last week)

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[bowsers-keep]

Compling all my Guilty Gear headcanons into one place

Most of these are actually headcanons friends had first but I've just incorperated them into my belief system. Under the cut cause this gets long.

LGBT+ Headcanons

Sol Badguy is a Butch Lesbian. No I will not explain why.

Ky is Genderfluid. I will stand by this till the day I die.

Dizzy is Pansexual! She loves her partner no matter what gender they currently are!

Slayer is the Token CisHet, because it is funny. Fruitest Vampire you've ever met and he's actually happily living with his wife, everyone else is some form of queer.

Genderqueer Izuna. Nuff said. He/She pronouns for them

On another Izuna note he's a man kisser. You cannot tell me she was born from the love a woman had for her husband and think he's anything but. Gay little fox thang.

The ending where Baiken just forsake all form of gender is forever iconic to me they are the nonbinary samurai in that one joke now.

Aromantic Johnny will forever be iconic to me. Just big brin genius play honestly. (He's also like Pansexual)

On the other side of the spectrum we have Asexual Nagoriyuki!

Also AroAce Potemkin. Feels right considering his reaction to Magnum Wedding.

In my heart Goldlewis is a Trans Gay man. He fucked clocked Bridget so hard during her Arcade mode. Old trans helping out a baby trans!

Giovanna feels bisexual to me, don't ask me why.

Leo is in a similar vein as in yeah that's a bisexual person.

Neurodivergent Headcanons

Butch Lesbian Axl, yeah there's more of this. My friends are horrid influences <3

Goldlewis is gay and trans. This feels right to me

Ramlethal is 100% Autistic

Actually all the Valentines are autistic as FUCK to me

Sin has that Audhd wombo combo

Leo has some godforsaken fucked up evil autism to be a guy WITHOUT FUCKING SLEEVES UNDER HIS JACKET!

In reality there is nobody in this cast who isn' some form of neurodivergent so I'll just run through funny ones actually.

Testament is that one kind of adhd where they cannot pick a hobby for the life of them

Goldlewis most certainly has cryptid austism, and he also does not know how far is too far in terms of asking questions.

While Slayer may be the token cishet, he is NOT the token neurotypical. That title goes to Anji for me personally, because funni.

World Headcanons

Mana Sickness. If you use too much Mana too fast there are repercusion!

Healing magic is a VOLITILE LITTLE FUCKING! It can fuck you up! (Aka what we think happened with Asuka's wing eye thing)

Idk how canon this is in particular but different people have different mana caps and magic affinity levels (Example: Johnny has piss poor magic affinity which is why he only knows like 4 spells top)

Misclenous Headcanons

Sin has a tail, you can't pry this out of my cold dead hands.

Giovanna really likes chocolate (I get to be self indulgent with her being Brasilian therefore this)

Out of the three kings of Ilyria, Leo is actually the workaholic! As much as he complains about paperwork it helps him take his mind off this survivors guilt and pstd. Ky has healthy coping mechanisms and Daryl is a dick.

June (One of the Jellyfish Pirates) is a music nerd!

Izuna will use his teleportation to fuck with people and prank them. This is an activity she enjoys very much.

Baiken just has hammerspace, just where else do they keep all their weapons???

Asuka R. Kreutz has a cane, nuff said. Pain haver.

Goldlewis is Johnny's Uncle. The guy from that one Xrd stage that's Goldlewis's brother? Yeah that's Johnny's dad now, they're estranged because after Johnny's Dad died Goldlewis just kinda drifted away from everyone else because his brother was the one guy who liked him there.

[anhilliator1]

Have a weird, fluffy pre-canon (but with ramifications) AU for Nine Sols in mind that I'll lovingly refer to as the "Terror Four" AU, inspired by some pieces by @austin-arts and can be thought of as a variation on @velveteen-vampire's Childhood Friends AU.

The big change is that at some point Jiequan and Goumang ended up moving to Xia when they were younger and ran into Yi and Heng, and eventually became fast friends.

Now, the reason it's called the "Terror Four" is because that's a nickname given to them by their neighbors and the like. They got along like a house on fire and proceeded to raise absolute hell for the next several years. They mellowed out as they grew up but remained tightly-knit as ever.

To give you an idea:

Jiequan: This is mister "Heroism is forged in Agony" we're talking about. Responsible for half the (surprisingly well-thought-out) insanity that the four got up to.

Heng: Goes along because she thinks it's fun. Basically the team heart. Usually the one who manages to drag Yi into things.

Goumang: Genius she may be, but still a streetkid at heart. Has a lot of strategies and advice born out of experience.

Yi: Goes along because someone has to make sure that these three idiots don't end up arrested - or worse. Tends to be the one to bail them out if not involved. Ignore the fact that he's as reckless as they are. (See: that time he stood up to Jiequan's bullies and got a black eye and a partially torn ear for his trouble.)

To give you an idea, you know that scene from the beginning Big Hero 6 where they get arrested? Yi's Tadashi and the others are collectively Hiro.

Adding to this, what eventually put Yi, Goumang, and Jiequan on the map for the Tiandao council was that they collectively had a reputation not to dissimilar to the CalTech Rocket Boys (y'know, the guys who got kicked off campus after a rocket test blew up their building and eventually went on to form JPL).

That said, things do go different - e.g., the Mystic Nymph incident. Make no mistake, it still goes wrong, but Yi's okay because the other two took one look at the thing and banned him from working on it unless he agreed to run tests from behind a blast shield.

[bittersweetatlas]

Introduction to my Fantasy Princess dr

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my face claim; Sofia Wylie as Agatha of the Woods Beyond

Full title; Atlas Éstela Rivera-Aguelle, Crown Heir of Ivorid, current Archmage of the kingdom

about me;

✧. ┊ gifted warlock, under the patronage of the Goddess Iderine (the Ivoridian goddess of magic and the dawn)

✧. ┊ oldest child out of three (two younger siblings who are twins, Circe and Perseus), therefore heir to the throne || i'm NOT slacking off my duties as heir, Percy will be taking up those responsibilities instead in my stead

✧. ┊ born in Xadia, the capital of Ivorid

✧. ┊ age; twenty-three turning twenty four

✧. ┊ pronouns; they/them

✧. ┊ and i'm half elf on my mother's side, my father is fully human

my parents, Queen Eileen Aguelle née Rivera and Prince Consort Adrián Wyriswoth

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My friends and allies:

✧. ┊Sol Gomez, my Lady-in-Waiting || secretly a Knight of my personal guard || would technically be classified as a tiefling || twenty-three years old

✧. ┊Mirio Togata, my personal guard || a nephilim || twenty-four years old || knighted by my mother when he was eighteen

✧. ┊Leónidas Aradian of Raimor || True King of The Labyrinth Empire || Vampire || Twenty-two years old

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Full Title; Aleksander Jude Ravenson, Crown Prince of Edessa, Rightful King of the Western Kingdom

about him;

✧. ┊ a shadow summoner, a gift inherited from his father's side

✧. ┊ the older brother

✧. ┊ born in Eleyver, capital of Edessa

✧. ┊ age; twenty-six turning twenty-seven

✧. ┊ pronouns; he/him

✧. ┊ a dragon-shifter, from his mother's side

some backstory between us;

Aleksander and I had initially met when we were young, he was eleven and I was eight. It was at one of those “debut” balls, just announcing who we were to the kingdom. Right, so, we didn’t exactly grow up together perse, but we were aware of each other, seeing as we were neighboring kingdoms and allies as well. Thing is, there’s this guy from the Certhrian empire that is like hellbent on creating as much discord as possible between all the kingdoms of Xarias and so, my parents, along with his parents, decided to arrange a marriage between Aleks and I to insure that nothing would be able to get between the alliance of our kingdoms.

So we ARE married now

literally us actually can confirm

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