#type 1 vampirism

[melinoelabs]

Type 1 and Type 2 vampirism are both manageable with appropriate treatment.

If you have type 1, you take your Garlicol™ injections and monitor your V3 levels.

If you have type 2, you take 4 drams of colloidal silver, 16 acorns of rust from a church gate or ship's anchor, a goodly slice (15 grams) sheep's liver, and compound it in a quartz mortar with a cedarwood pestle for 7 times three minutes, and consume it under moonlight fortnightly.

Also, human blood? It isn't 1897. You have options.

Anyplace with a traditional butchers is likely to be able to provide enough animal blood for even a mid-sized clan. Does pulling a Forever Knight taste as good? No. But some spices and a little liquid smoke and you're good to go, and what tastes better/is in better taste than a lack of murder?

A single tub of DracMaxx™ or another brand of ley-infused-whey prey-replacement-shake mix is cheaper than Maruchan Ramen over the same two month supply. You can also get it on SNAP.

Just lure in a redcap, lock him in an iron cage and tap the moist little bastard like a keg.*

Ermine blood is pricier but you get that same human taste and pick-me-up with five drops and a 16 ounce bottle of water (try it with Arnold Palmer. Zachariah in the mail-room swears by it).

And while no, we still don't understand why it works, in a pinch you can get some coleslaw from KFC. We keep asking them why it works but the Colonel plays it close to the vest, and their defenses are surprisingly robust.

Really, if you're feeding on humans, even ones that volunteer, you're just complicating things.

Important Note: We know that white Gatorade tastes amazing and is incredibly filling. It has zero nutritive properties for persons with either type of vamprism, it just triggers a supernormal food response. I'm not saying don't drink white Gatorade recreationally, but always have real food first.

*They know what they did.

Honestly, I love the idea of a vampire who only drinks blood taken from blood banks and hospitals, because it so beautifully encompasses someone who's more concerned with the vibes of something than the actual impact of it.

Drinking from someone on the street, barring some other condition they may have, isn't likely to kill them unless you gorge yourself. Taking blood packs? There's always a shortage of blood, and having even less of it runs the very real risk of getting someone killed in a way that is wholly out of your control once you've sipped on that blood. Someone you can't assure the innocence or guilt of, if you're the type of person who cares about that.

Despite that, in popular stuff, I often see discussions of drinking from a blood bank being somehow better or preferable, and yeah. No. The only thing it does is make you feel better while doing more harm, because of that degree of removal. You're effectively drinking blood from someone on the cusp of hypovolemic shock, but since it's not straight from the tap, some people seem to think it's better.

[carm3n-carm3n]

[grungeprincess2]

She loves the dark

[elliemean]

⛧°. ⋆༺♱༻⋆. °⛧

little miss scare-all

[penumbra-mayhem]

i feel joy and oh how it burns (pt. 2/2)

Tank opens up to Milo about their relationship with Sam.

part 1 // hurt/comfort // 1.1k words

(I hc Tank with a stutter, more on that here.)

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“Stop hogging the popcorn,” Milo whined, reaching blindly for the bowl with one hand while his eyes remained glued to the screen. 

“St-top t-t-taking all mmmmy kills,” Darlin’ retorted, shielding the bowl from Milo’s grasp with their body.

“Well, if you knew how to aim—”

“Fuck off!” Darlin’ cackled.

Milo beamed at the sound. As he killed two more zombies, he asked, “I’m gonna get something to drink, you want anything?”

Darlin’ shook their head. “N-No, I-I’m g—fucker, that wwwwas mmmmy kill!! ”

He paused the game with a bark of laughter. “Not anymore! Alright, I’m going. There better still be popcorn in that bowl when I get back,” he teased.

As Milo got up, Darlin’ made a playful show of stuffing a handful of popcorn in their mouth. Milo gasped and snatched the bowl from their lap, exclaiming, “Y’know what? I’m taking it with me!”

He scurried into the kitchen with a titter as Darlin’ made popcorn-muffled sounds of protest from the couch. Milo grabbed two bottles of Jarritos: guava for himself and lime for Darlin’ because he knew that if he didn’t as soon as he sat back down Darlin’ would be all puppy eyes and regret and he’d have to get up again.

When he re-entered the living room, though, he found them glued to their phone looking…concerned?

“What’s up?” Milo asked as he set the bottles on coasters and placed the popcorn bowl equally between them.

“N-Nothing,” Darlin’ muttered. They stuffed their phone under their leg, eyes glassy and unable to meet Milo’s scrutinous stare. 

“T, you look…” like you’re about to cry “…upset.”

They waved a hand. “It-It’s n-n-n-nothing, just Sam…”

“Sam?” Milo’s voice hardened, fear flashing in his eyes, “What’d he do?”

Darlin’ looked up at the sudden change in Milo’s tone. They backpedaled as they realized their mistake, “WWWait—”

“Did he hurt you?”

“N-N-N—”

“Don’t lie to me, Tank—”

“I-I’m n-n-n-n-not!” Darlin’ blurted, “N-N-No. Sam wwwwould n-n-n-never.”

Milo sat back, hackles lowering. “Then what is it?”

Darlin’s gaze lowered and they balled their hands, as if the words were inked onto their palms. They couldn’t explain. Milo wouldn’t understand. They barely even understood.

Suddenly, a piece of popcorn hit them square in the face. 

“Hey,” they retorted, glaring at a gleeful Milo. 

He threw another piece. 

“St-top,” Darlin’ whined, throwing a piece in retaliation. 

“Tell me what’s going on and I will,” Milo countered as he pelt Darlin’ with piece after piece of popcorn, “C’mon. C’mon. C’mon. C’mo—”

“Ok-kay!!” Darlin’ exclaimed, hands held up against the savory barrage. They dug their phone back out and pulled up their conversation with Sam. 

“It-It’s just the l-l-l-last mmmessage…” Darlin’ mumbled as they passed the phone to Milo. 

He took it gingerly and read Sam’s most recent text:

Thinking of you, I hope you’re having a good time at Milo’s. I thought maybe later we could get dinner at Finch & Presley’s and then get gelato at that place you like on the corner. Thoughts? No rush, take your time baby. Have fun!

Milo reread it, certain he had missed something. When his third scan still gleaned no clues, he handed their phone back and admitted, “I don’t understand. What’s the problem?”

Darlin’ shoved their phone away again. “He…he’s…so…good.”

“…go on.”

Darlin’ chewed at their inner cheek. “He mmmmakes mmme hap-p-py,” they admitted, “MMMore than I-I thought I-I c-could b-b-b-be.”

“And that’s bad?”

They nodded. 

“How come?”

Darlin’ looked away, shutting themself down again.  

Milo raised his hand slowly in response, popcorn at the ready. 

Catching the movement out of the corner of their eye, Darlin’ sighed in surrender, “WWWhat if I-I don’t mmmake him hap-p-py?”

Milo’s popcorn-loaded hand lowered in confusion. “What?”

Darlin’ shrugged; it was stupid, they were being stupid.

“Hold on,” Milo said, tossing his unthrown popcorn into his mouth before fishing his phone from his pocket. As he searched his screen, he explained sheepishly, “I uh…I like to take candids of the people in my life…and then I keep them, just for me to look at—where is, ah! here we go.”

He thrust his phone into Darlin’s hands.

They were met with a photo of them and Sam on the first night of the Solstice, laughing together in a corner. Darlin’ glanced back up at Milo.

“Go on,” he insisted, “I’ve only met him a couple of times, so I just have a few, but I think you’ll get the idea.”

Darlin’ furrowed their brow but acquiesced.

Sam and Darlin’ at the Solstice the following evening, snuggled together by a fireplace. Sam and Darlin’ on a double date with Milo and Sweetheart, discussing appetizers. Sam and Darlin’ at the most recent pack meeting, chatting with Asher.

They looked back up at Milo, their face and ears a pale pink. Milo secretly took some delight in Darlin's flustered appearance. It was a pleasant change from their usual scowl or worried frown.

“You know what all of those have in common?”

Darlin' shook their head. 

“Sam is smiling. In every single one.”

Scrolling back through, they found that Milo was right. In each photo, Sam had his eyes on Darlin’ and a smile on his face. Sometimes it was small and soft. Sometimes he was beaming, his whole face crinkled in joy. The pale pink deepened to red.

“Sam doesn’t look like that when you’re not in the room. You make him so happy,” Milo murmured, “And for what it’s worth, you make me happy, too.”

Darlin’ handed Milo back his phone and quickly rubbed at their eyes, hoping Milo wouldn’t notice. But, of course, he did. 

“Hey,” he whispered, scooching closer. 

“S-Sorry…” Darlin’ sniffled, wiping the tears from their flushed cheeks in growing frustration.

“You don’t need to apologize, T. You’re allowed to…” be weak “...show how you’re feeling.” 

Milo moved the popcorn bowl and cooed, “C’mere.”

Darlin’ lifted their head to see Milo’s arms stretched out towards them. They hesitated. Milo was sure they’d reject the offer, but then Darlin’ surprised them both as they crawled into his embrace.

Burying their face in his shirt, they whimpered, “WWWhy d-does it-it hurt?”

Milo sagged. In a sense, he’d been right. Sam was hurting them, but it was the one kind of pain Milo would allow. And the only kind he didn’t know how to ease. He tightened his hold on Darlin’, taking a moment to breathe before answering:

“Warmth can sometimes feel like burning when you’ve been cold for long enough. I think maybe it’s the same with joy. But it’ll get easier. It’ll hurt less, eventually. Just give it time.”

[freaky-flawless]

Something that has always intrigued me in Haunted was that it showed ghosts of different monster types around Haunted High, not just humans. No one really bats an eye at the MH ghouls when they turn themselves into ghosts, since it's just par for the course, and the ghouls themselves don't take note of this either.

I feel like that adds so much to the lore, but it's just sort of an innocuous detail that isn't really touched upon.

For one, despite being two different kinds of monsters, they're not regarded as being hybrids like Sirena is.

And even more intriguing it suggests that mortal monsters still have a chance to "come back" as there's a possibility they'll turn into ghosts.

It makes me wonder if that logic might be the same for zombies, where mortal monsters could also be reanimated into them, not just humans. And how would a loved one react if they were to witness this? Would it be no biggie, or a major shock?

[camellcat]

so with fresh eyes we got to prophecy girl on our watch, and for some reason it's only now occurring to me how weird that last episode is when it comes to xander vs angel

obviously for the majority of it, xander is just the best friend. he's turned down, and it hurts, and he's bitter, but he's never shown as anything other than buffy's friend. and then she goes off the face the master alone. and then he's refusing to let her go alone, off to find her, having to convince angel (her ACTUAL love interest) into even helping him. and when they DO find her, xander is shown as the distraught lover. shots hold on him and his reaction to her death. not only that, but he's the one to take action and actually try and bring her back, to save her even though he's gotten the death call. he's pleading with her to come on as he tries to resuscitate her. and his desperation, his pleads and his efforts, they work. she wakes up with a gasp and coughs back to life. in the sort of way you usually see a strong love save the person they care about like that in media

when it comes to angel in this episode, he's so... when buffy finds out about the prophecy, he just keeps trying to relate it back to himself (and I understand WHY he's doing that, or at least I think I do, but it does feel off when she's clearly breaking down over this. she needs his support, not his sympathies). when he finds out she's actually gone to face the master, he snarks at xander, mocks him for loving her and trying to do something about it. it's only when xander asks him back aren't you? like it's a ridiculous question does angel decide to go help the girl he's supposedly in love with. and he is clearly horrified when he finds buffy lying face down in the water, and he's not okay that she's dead, but he's also focused on surprisingly little despite the fact he's constantly teased as buffy's big crush. and it's xander who has the big moment and saves the hero he's in love with, not angel

I truly could just be reading too much into it, but I feel like this was all played very oddly if they wanted us to be rooting for angel as her love interest when we're just repeatedly shown why xander WOULD be better in this episode...

[1800duckhotline]

hey girls anybody else scared of permanent commitment after witnessing the horrors

[wretcheddoll]

"He suddenly dosed his arms around me, surprising me, holding me firmly and rubbing his cheek gently against my hair, and kissing my head. Silken, polished, gentle beyond words. 'Pandora, Pandora, Pandora...'"

-Pandora

"He laughed softly as he answered me with more fragrant and harmless kisses. His warm breath came in a soft whistling flood against my groin. 'Amadeo, Amadeo, Amadeo,' he said."

-The Vampire Armand

"'Fill me, take me,' I said. I reached down between his legs

'It doesn't matter now.'

But it was hard, this organ forever lost to the god Osiris. I guided it, hard and cold as it was, into my body."

-Pandora

"'I'd give you anything,' I said imploringly. I put my hand between his legs. Oh, he was wonderfully hard. That was not uncommon, but he must let me take him further; he must trust me."

-The Vampire Armand

Marius and his horny lovers who won't leave him alone to read and paint in peace-poor guy 😔

[proffbon]

Dracula flow but it's Marius reading out things that Armand and Daniel wrote

[honorary-fool]

hey do you think when vampires get blood withdrawls it's like hypoglycemic symptoms

and the blood acts like glucagon in a way where the sugar in the blood keeps them going

[hum--hallelujah]

me trying to explain to literally anyone why the song Millions by Gerard Way makes me lose my everloving mind no matter where I am or what I'm doing when I hear it

[clementimetodie]

I always had a concept involving diabetes x vampirism but I was never sure how exactly to mix the two

there's just something about needing to drink blood to live and needing to monitor the sugar in your blood to live, yanno?

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

Heeeeeey so would anyone be interested in a fic where The Flags are possibly ghosts and possibly tormenting Chuuya even after their deaths? Am I cooking?

I got the idea randomly and had to write it down, so like what i've got so far under the cut:

Chuuya wakes with a start. His eyes shoot open, sweat beads on his forehead, his heart feels like it’s going to beat out of his chest. He sits up in his bed, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness of his room.

A reaction like this would make someone think Chuuya had just woken from a nightmare, he had not. Instead he had woken up to a nightmare.

Above him, Chuuya could hear the thundering footsteps of Albostross’s morning routine. Chuuya still doesn’t understand how he could make this much noise. Chuuya would sooner believe the apartment above his was home to a marching band before he believed it once belonged to his friend.

But now, the apartment above Chuuya’s is empty. It belongs to no one. Yet, Chuuya still wakes up to the obnoxious sound of footsteps right above his head.

[professeurm]

yes cuz all it takes is getting ur ass whoop by a strong woman to set u straight

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faith carries her bloody axe and holding a broken vital, some green blood

faith narrating: Angel's saved the world five or six times. Spent two lifetimes doing good. He made up for what he did to Giles before he ever did it. But he's still a vampire with a soul. A monster who hates himself for being a monster. He's never gonna let himself off the hook (faith looks through the broken green glass) Unless I make him

[jezebelsnightmare]