#vampire guy ifs

[po-1-yb-1-us]

least relevant jthm character, and that’s saying quite a lot

[flippinpancakes64]

How would the cullens (separately) react to a really flirtatious reader. Like where reader makes flirtatious jokes and comments about them all the time and how they would react to the reader doing that in front of other people?

The Cullens with a flirty! Reader

Am I back in my Twilight phase? Who knows. Only time will tell.

Happy Valentines Day everyone!

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He can hear them before you speak

And if he could blush, he would

He’s one of the more traditional people, probably the most stuck in his ways out of all of them

All that to say he goes crazy over an ankle showing

Any comments you make about him have him (mentally) blushing and telling you to stop

Now don’t get me wrong, he can dish it out too

But only in private

The moment he hears you formulating a flirty thought in your brain, his hand is covering your mouth

You rarely ever get the jump on him

He might let you speak your mind in private

But you can already forget about saying anything with others around

Alice:

She would beat you to it every single time

She’s the flirty type

Y’all match each other’s freaks

You two have had compliment wars where you guys just go back and forth flirting

She loves it though

Every compliment, every innuendo, makes her fall deeper in love with you

And if you go out of your way to flirt with her in public, she goes feral

She loves being loved and you are more than happy to do that for her

Also you can’t embarrass her

You’re talking about how sexy she looks in that dress in front of a group of classmates?

She doesn’t care

She’ll retort back about how she can’t wait to get you back home later

When they go low I go lower type beat

Jasper:

Bro is a Casanova

Absolute sweet talker

But only in private

The moment you try to flirt with him outside of the confines of your or his rooms, he’s out of his element

Again, if vampires could blush, his face would be bright red

He always gets mildly annoyed when you say insinuating stuff in public

Not actually annoyed but more of like a

“Come on, really? Now? Here?”

The truth is that he loves the attention

Just maybe not outside of the bedroom

Rosalie:

She can def take it and dish it out

If you two are together, she is your ride or die

And she wants everyone to know

She’s not shy about flirting with you in public

And she never says no to you flirting with her

She welcomes it, actually

She loves the idea of fully being someone’s

Of her partner not being afraid to show her off and publicly admit how much they love her

Some would call it vanity

Or ego

But she calls it love

Emmett:

Oh sweet Emmett

He loves it

No ifs ands or buts

He feels like he’s on cloud nine when you flirt with him

And trust me, whatever you’ve got to say, he has much worse

I think he has a dirty mind

Definitely similar to Alice in the if you go low I go lower department

You’re out with friends and you make a flirty comment?

He’s going to go on a whole rant about how much he loves *insert specific body part of yours*

So yeah he basically has no shame

Say what you want

Just be prepared to be outdone

Esme:

I feel like she’s similar to Edward in this department

She loves the flirty compliments in private

But she gets all flustered in public

Cause wdym you’re at the store with her and now you’re talking about melons??

She’s gonna leave you behind to find your own way back

She gets embarrassed in private too

But it’s not as bad as in public

At least in private yall are left to yourselves

(Save for Edward unwillingly eavesdropping)

Definitely the type to smack you playfully

“Babe are you from tennessee? Cause I’m tryin-to-see them titti-“

*Smack* “Not another word.”

Carlisle:

He thinks it’s funny

He doesn’t really take it too seriously

You like his man boobs?

That’s nice sweetie

Very pacifistic about it

Doesn’t care if you’re in public or private

He loves you and your antics either way

The only time I could really see him caring would be if you came to visit him at work

As long as he’s wearing his coat, he needs to be professional

So that’s where he draws the line

Vampire! Bella:

I get mixed feelings about her

I can’t decide if she would love it or absolutely hate it

On the one hand, she would definitely love the silly jokes and all the attention

She has lower self esteem, and being able to know for sure that your partner finds you desirable is a great thing

On the other hand

Whenever you flirt with her in public she feels like she’s gonna die

She knows it doesn’t really matter

She’s a Cullen now

But she’ll be damned if that little anxious voice in the back of her head isn’t still there

[allwaswell16]

A One Direction fic rec of friends to lovers fics where one (or both) character(s) is dating someone else as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis / Harry -

⊹ Remember Me Before You by @kingsofeverything

(E, 293k, New Girl au) Desperate to find a new place to live after he comes home to find his boyfriend cheating, Harry moves into a loft with three strangers.

⊹ Inevitable by Etoilenoire

(E, 185k, ex fwb) AU where Louis and Harry used to be more than friends, but everything had to change the day Harry introduces Louis to his new girlfriend.

⊹  Own the Scars by @crinkle-eyed-boo

(E, 144k, addiction) After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth.

⊹ Hold You Now by solvetheminourdreams / @cursethedaylight

(M, 131k, ex-fwb) When he accompanies his best friend to a family wedding across the Atlantic, he'll be forced to reopen old wounds and face his past—one that no one wants to hash out, but may just have to.

⊹ if it kills me by you_explode / @nobodymoves

(M, 110k, The Office au) Harry and Louis have worked together in a difficult office environment for three years. They're best friends; Louis is the bright spot of all of Harry's days. But Louis is in love with Harry, and Harry's engaged to someone else.

⊹ It started with a whisper by jaded25

(M, 92k, uni) Louis isn't someone who Harry thought he could ever be with, and Louis never thought he'd break his rules for anyone.

⊹ Far Away. by dimpled_halo / @comebackassholes

(M, 57k, exes) Harry returns to London after five years. Stuck in the past with "what ifs" and "what might have beens", he sees that his friends and ex (and possible love of his life) Louis have all moved on with their lives while he finds himself questioning his own life choices, past and present.

⊹ keep me warm and nothing else by Halos_Boat / @halohamilton

(G, 50k, exes) On New Years Eve, Louis contemplates revealing how he feels to Harry, only to find out that Harry is now engaged.

⊹ Love Isn't Always on Time by @softfonds

(E, 45k, Made of Honor au) Falling in love with your best friend sounds like a good idea, until he comes back from a work trip engaged to another man.

⊹ Big, Bright World by RealName

(M, 35k, office) The only problem? Harry was engaged to someone else and had been from the moment Louis started working at Visionary.

⊹ Tightrope by @sadaveniren

(E, 33k, mpreg) Louis gets pregnant from "one last time" sex and he and Harry somehow think they'll be able co-parent without it being weird for anyone (most especially their new boyfriends).

⊹ speak now or forever hold your peace by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze

(E, 23k, Love Rosie au) the one where Harry crashes Louis’ wedding

⊹ Meet Me At The Rat Hole by Niallinjapan2013

(E, 16k, roommates) Harry and Louis are best friends. Harry is in love with Louis. But Louis has a boyfriend named Shane.

⊹ Saw It In Your Eyes by @taggiecb

(E, 15k, roommates) When Louis starts bringing a new guy home with him, Harry is surprised by how much it bothers him. Is he not as okay as he thought he was with Louis’ sexuality?

⊹ Waiting for Wonderful by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(M, 13k, pining) Harry is willing to wait as long as he needs to for his best friend to realise that they're supposed to be together, but it kills him to watch Louis struggle in his relationship with Mackenzie.

⊹ Treat You Like A Gentleman by @justanothershadeofblue

(E, 12k, neighbors) 5 times that Harry Styles was unsatisfied by his dates, and one time Louis Tomlinson helped him find what he had been missing.

⊹ Something To Live For by orphan_account

(M, 5k, vampires) After over a century of waiting for Harry to realize they're mates, Louis gets his heart broken when his friend announces he's found his 'one' in a human girl named Teresa.

- Rare Pairs -

⊹ Eight Days by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 22k, Liam/Louis) Louis and Liam got hitched in Vegas, completely forgot about it for more than a decade, and it comes back to bite them. Sort of.

[barbwritesstuff]

I never send you an ask before but I kinda really wanted to do this.

Almost exactly one year ago, I found „Blood Moon“ and let me tell you it changed my life. It was the first text-based interactive fiction I have ever read and since then there was barely a day I did not read one.

Blood Moon is so good that I re-read it for weeks and it was also the first time where I saw actually naturally, good LGBTQ+ Representation in fiction, and not just in fanfiction. When I noticed that Marco is trans, I almost cried in surprise because finally there was a character like me and he was not represented in a bad way or where his whole character ark is that they are trans. Just a normal guy that happens to be trans, which influences his character and life and is a part of him but not everything he is because he is so much more.. a werewolf for starters lol.

Also an old lesbian couple who are badass. An older sister who is in the protector role for once. A human, pregnant woman who is just as badass as the werewolfs around her and demonstrates that being pregnant does not mean someone is sick and cant do anything anymore. A nonbinary leader that is not treated as a “woman light“ person but actually nonbinary.

And that just the characters! On top of that there is a plot that is just so good. I read the story and was just constantly surprised because I did not expect anything. What do you mean the Alpha dies? Suddenly my long lost father shows up? A werewolf drinking vampire blood? A fucking vampire court? My choices change who dies? I can die? The story does not end when I die?

Also seemingly little choices can change the story? Like depending how I react the pack already expects me to challenge to be an alpha or not.

Granted, it was my first time reading interactive fiction but still. Because you did such a good job, I went out to find more IFs. And, as I said, it changed my life. I found so many good stories. From only one chapter demos to completed books. Never once did I found a space so naturally inclusive. They way tumblr allows you do interact with other fans, asking questions to the author and interacting with them. I found so many new comfort stories and characters, its amazing. I finally have real joy when reading fiction again. No matter how bad I feel, there is always a story I can go to. Which does include Blood Moon and Thicker Than.

All my MCs in almost every story are named „Lucas“, as long as the name fits in the story, because thats is the name I chose in Blood Moon in my very first playthrough. Except in Thicker Than because that kinda felt confusing.

Then I finally found Thicker Than. Ive been following your blog for awhile now and even if the demo was just a few chapters, I already was incredibly exited to read it and you really did not disappoint. Again, so many things happen that I do not expect. They way some characters are only there if you choose specific choices. How your relationship to the characters really influences the story. Having different powers. Being able to decide what kind of vampire you are. The different backgrounds. A child?!? I get that Nathans Route is a bit controversial apparently but I think it is actually so good. Because it is not predictable (for me) and thats life. Yes it is a story but the story plays in a real world and sometimes things happen no matter how much we wish it would be different. This is peek storytelling in my eyes.

This whole writing and coding must be sooo much work and I am incredibly grateful for you that you are doing this and even let us read this for free. Especially this much. I totally expect, and would have understood it, if you stoped the public demo right after the battle or even before. But I am still happy that you didnt.

All this just to tell you thanks for opening me up to this world and your hard work on these stories. And I really hope you are doing well because you fucking deserve it.

I honestly don't know how to respond to this. 💙😭 Thank you so much. Seriously, thank you. I really needed this today.

[see-arcane]

So. What was the deal with the vampire in the graveyard versus Orlok’s Nosferatuing around?

SPOILERS INCOMING CLOSE YOUR EYES AND SCROLL AWAY

Von Franz mentions something vague about there being different rules depending on the region with the whole ‘sleep by daylight’ thing being the only consistent rule…

…except that doesn’t add up with what Thomas saw.

He followed the hunting party at night. He saw them open the coffin with the vampire still resting in it, cue the iron stake piercing him, the blood, the scream, Thomas’ startled cry—and then an immediate cut to him coming awake in the inn’s bed, now wearing a cross at his neck (which he tosses) and mud on his boots (proof of his excursion). He saw what he saw.

How did that vampire in the graveyard come to be? Was he one of Orlok’s making? Or was he never Nosferatu at all? Von Franz refers to Nosferatu exclusively as a type of undead that brings plague. That does seem to be Orlok’s gimmick, but the guy in the graveyard had no rats for company. The people Thomas encountered were out and about, hale and healthy, no fretting over plague. So what was he?

I might have misheard, but I think there was a moment as Thomas entered the inn for the first time where the woman doing an exorcism/healing rite involving garlic mentioned the word strigoi. It didn’t pop up in her subtitles, so I won’t swear to it, but it’d be interesting if Eggers went digging around in the Dracula and other vampire lit lore to fish out other variants of vampirism to play with.

But the thing is.

The thing is.

While it would be a good Easter egg hint that Thomas’ notion of hunting Orlok down and staking him in his big rat box was doomed to fail~, it would only add up if we’d gotten concrete on-film evidence that he was really mistaking one kind of vampire for another. All we have is Von Franz’ word that ‘he doubts it will work.’ Thomas, meanwhile, has seen it work and has the memory of Orlok snapping awake and actively stopping him from bringing the pickaxe down on him—if being impaled did nothing, why would Orlok bother to stop the blow?

It leaves the possibilities split down the middle.

Version A: Von Franz was right. Orlok the Nosferatu needed the Death-By-Maiden-and-Sunrise trap to be destroyed and what Thomas saw was an entirely different vampire being slain by its own methods. Potentially a vampire made by Orlok, but not a full Nosferatu plague carrier (possibly something that needs Scholomance study), or else turned by completely unrelated means. tl;dr: Thomas Staking Orlok Would Have Failed

Version B: Thomas was right. Had he been able to stake Orlok through, he might have put him down, or at least left him weak enough for them to bring on blades and fire to make sure nothing was left. Chuck the leftovers in a river for good measure. And Ellen would never have had to die.

Naturally, the latter isn’t as cinematic or thematically satisfying. It isn’t as meaty as Version A. But I can’t help picturing Thomas turning the what-ifs over and over in his head. What if he had been faster with the pickaxe? What if Von Franz hadn’t stalled them past sunset and they had found Orlok still in his box rather than Knock? What if Ellen could have been here and alive and safe if only he hadn’t been too slow, too late, too trusting?

What if…

What if both men were wrong?

Or at least failed to see the entire picture. To really wonder at the how and why of Thomas’ affliction being so different compared to every other non-Ellen victim of Orlok’s. To wonder just what Orlok intended by his drinking of Ellen as consummation by consumption. Surely he did not intend to kill her. Rather, to let her remain dead.

(The broker yet lives.)

((As a man.))

(This is no ordinary plague!)

((Plagues.))

Orlok was a cadaver who lived. The undead must first be dead. Is it not so for every form of vampire, no matter their region?

Ellen is dead. The Maiden become Death.

(He left you to the wolves yet you prevailed!)

((The wolves only came for him by daylight. When sleep ended and Thomas’ heart still beat. The work unfinished.))

Von Franz departs, head hung. Dr. Sievers will stall the formalities of the mortuary. There are dead enough to busy himself with. Let the boy grieve.

Let him think.

Of corpses that are not corpses. Death that does not stick. The sun moves between blinks as he banishes the shriveled carcass of the Count from the room, breaking and burning it.

His love is dressed anew. Clean, for she was never unclean.

(Her breast.)

((There is no bite.))

The sun sinks. Thomas holds a cold hand. Now it grips his back, their wedding bands gleaming. As she kisses his breast, he thinks perhaps it is not so terrible to be mistaken, all told.

They can be wrong together.

[percahliaweek]

Hey guys!! As seen in our announcement posts, we’ve got some alternate prompts if any of the daily pairs just aren’t clicking with anyone, and they want to poke at some other ideas.

Random Wiki Page:

If you’ve participated in a Perc’ahlia Week before, you might recognize this one - this link will take you to a random page on the Encyclopedia Exandria wiki page!

Slice of Life:

Exactly what it says on the tin - any moment in the daily lives of our resident Lord and Lady! Doing their best to get through a boring meeting? Navigating the horrors of raising toddler twins? The monotony of adventuring days, long travels or tracking or just taking care of menial tasks? Or even just taking a stroll through downtown Whitestone! Whatever little piece of their daily lives you wanna explore.

Missed Opportunity:

Welcome to the canon sandbox everybody - missing scenes and canon divergence! Maybe there’s a part of canon that you wish was covered but wasn’t, like it happened off-screen or was mentioned off hand. Or maybe there’s a point where you’re curious how things would have gone if something changed, or someone made a difference choice, or they went a different direction. What-ifs and curiosities! Just have fun :)

Incorporate a Quote:

Try making something centered around a piece of dialogue! This could be taking a line straight from canon but changing the context (i.e. what’s a different situation where one could say “we’ll talk later”, or “take off the mask”?), or bringing a quote from another piece of media into a new Perc’ahlia context (anyone fancy some Shakespeare? how about the “in another life” quote with the laundry and the taxes?) The options are endless!

Roll the D20 AU Table:

We’ve compiled a list of 20 different AU prompts below the read more of this post! Just roll a d20 and see where the results take you :)

D20 AU Encounter Table

1. Modern setting

2. Media swap (also known as crossovers! take the characters and put them in the setting of another piece of media)

3. Fate swap/backstory swap

4. Class swap

5. Futuristic setting

6. Modern with magic setting

7. Soulmates/soulmate identifying marks

8. Historical setting

9. Noir/mystery/detectives

10. Reincarnation/past lives

11. Apocalypse/post-apocalypse setting

12. Heist/Oceans X scenario

13. Superheroes/supervillains

14. Spies/agents/under cover

15. Meet-cute (or meet-awkward, or meet-ugly, etc etc)

16. Video game/MMORPG (could be players or setting!! whatever floats your boat)

17. Vampires/werewolves/other supernatural creatures

18. Amusement park/state fair/haunted house (and other assorted attractions)

19. Gender swap

20. Gods/deities/divine beings

Now it’s your turn to roll! (haha get it)

[audreyscribes]

Hi! Can you do a what if a child of Nyx was in the Lightning thief? I love their character page so much, and they won’t leave my brain 😭

Gods, you guys are coming out of the woodwork with these “Demigod What ifs”. Alright, alright, here we goooo~ The first primordial demigod is as expected the Child of Nyx. Luckily I recently finished reading “The Sun and The Star” by Rick Riodan and Mark Oshiro, so with that, I’ll be using canonical elements of Nyx from the books as well as my NYX DEMIGODS H/C → {TUMBLR} || {AO3} ←  to supplement areas when needed/required to give more depth. The child of Nyx will be referred to with gender neutral pronouns with THEY/THEM for simplicity sake. There may be references to their sex (i.e. daughter of  //  son of) but does not dictate their dominant or overall identity and it is merely for semantics’ sake. 

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Compared to past asks concerning darkness related demigods, such as there were a child of Hades and Thanatos, where they had a sneaking suspicion that they’re a powerful demigod, even Big Three Material, but this? This blows it out the window. 

A demigod of Nyx would be powerful to monsters and other ancient Greek denizens, i.e. Chiron, Grover, and satyrs, that it doesn’t register. They know they’re powerful but the scope of the godly power just doesn’t register. Like it outside of their perception so they just can’t. 

Not to mention as a demigod child of Nyx, it hasn’t…happened before? And a good majority has not interacted with Nyx before, so there’s a whole lot of confusion. Certain monsters aren’t as keen to to hunt or attack the demigod of Nyx due to their connection with Nyx, maybe even help them, i.e. the Hellhounds, or some get confused that they can tell they’re a powerful demigod so they’re hunted before they become a threat, but something is definitely off about them. 

Let’s also just put aside how they were born, just for the sake of it; cause there are ways to go about it and its going to be insane; which we can’t delve into.

Though let's just say for story reason, Chiron and Grover think the child of Nyx is a demigod child of Hades, cause that’s the closest approximation they can glean from. And especially when they see the bits of power that leak from the Nyx demigod, that’s their only logical explanation. 

As for how Percy becomes friends with the child of Nyx, I can see the child of Nyx resting underneath the darkness and shadows, covering themselves as much as they can so they’re less exposed to the light. Maybe even a parasol to walk underneath the sun. Basically, the child of Nyx has a sensitivity to sunlight or being sunburnt, difficulty with high UV rays, or an actual allergy to sunlight that does hurt them. 

(Reflecting how Nyx does not like the Light, her polar opposite)And when the other kids start bullying the child of Nyx for being a ‘vampire’ along with  and trying to pull them into the sunlight to turn them into ‘dust’, Percy swoops in mad and starts arguing with them, fighting off their bullies. That’s when they start to become friends as they start to bond over not fitting in, being neurodivergent, and continues on. (It’s also a bonus for Grover, when they are introduced as he can keep an eye on Percy and this ‘child of Hades’). 

Inevitably, the presence of the child of Nyx being there, helps Percy. Or at least, adds to the fact on how Percy went under the radar for so long, and why Mrs. Dodds a.k.a. Alecto didn’t spring onto Percy earlier. The child of Nyx unconsciously leaks their power, the same power that allowed them to remain hidden all this time, where they have power over darkness itself, they can remain hidden under any darkness. Especially at night; hiding Percy and themselves from Zeus or anyone unwanted, even the Furies, as they both sleep. 

Zeus because Nyx is more powerful than Zeus and while open to the sky, when its dark out and therefore nighttime, it is Nyx’s domain. While the child of Nyx can’t hide from Zeus completely, as long as they do not draw attention, they’re safe and Zeus will not go searching around in Nyx’s domain (that Zeus himself fears). And if you’re asking wouldn’t appearing in the sunlight notify Apollo, and therefore Zeus of the child of Nyx’s position, well, there’s the difference in the ‘all-seeing’ epithet that Apollo shares with Helios, where Apollo’s more of ‘prophecy- all seeing’ while Helios was ‘all-seeing’ because he is the Sun. Not to mention the existence of the primordial demigods would not be a thought in anyone’s mind; you can’t keep an eye out for something you don’t even know exists. This however, also means, when exposed to the light, the child of Nyx are somewhat vulnerable. Weaker if anything. Powerwise and physically, they are limited when it is day. Pushing themselves too much, draining them, and recuperating will take them, even during the night. 

And for the Furies, more specifically Alecto, it adds to why she held out for so long. Nyx is considered to be the Furies’ mother and therefore, the Furies also know the child of Nyx’s true identity. Balancing their principality of filial proprietary to their Mother, while also their loyalty to Hades, its a balancing act. There’s no doubt that Alecto is confused and probably not happy at the existence of a demigod child of Nyx but there’s that element of uncertainty as well because well, why? How? Regardless, Alecto is deterred from attacking Percy because of his proximity and friendship to the child of Nyx; thus keeping her away.

Going further of the fact she is a demigod child of Nyx, I think it would also apply to other monsters and individuals. For example, we know Cerebeus and the Hellhounds are from Nyx, so there’s a chance they’re not going to target and hunt the child of Nyx; maybe even get along with them like Mrs. O’ Leary. (Though there’s also a chance that they’re not completely safe from the hellhounds either so let’s not tempt fate shall we?) And with Percy’s subconsciousness of wanting to hide, being hidden and not drawing attention to himself, maybe the child of Nyx’s power also applies to such a matter. 

Up until Percy uses his powers at the Museum to push Nancy Bobofit into the fountain, coming into his presence as a demigod, I can see Alecto thinking Percy is deliberately staying close to the child of Nyx or involved them even, to first steal and/or hide the Helm of Darkness of Hades for that long because of the child of Nyx’s presence; from their sheer power and aura. Skipping to when the child of Nyx arrives at Camp, around the same time Percy does, it's pretty similar to the “Child of Hades” VER. and “Child of Thanatos” Ver. They remain close and find solace, wondering about their godly parents, unable to fit for the longest time to find what they’re good at, and when Percy gets claimed, its hard to talk to each other because of being a forbidden child. Chiron may try to elude to the child of Nyx that they’re a ‘child of Hades’ and they cannot reveal themselves, because Zeus would surely strike them and agitate the looming civil war even more. Percy may have the same suspicions but would not comment on it because he wants to keep things on the downlow to protect his friend. The same song and dance happens, asking if they can sense his mom is dead etc. Though in this case, the child of Nyx can sense her in some way but they’re not sure what that means for sure. 

There’s a slight difference in Luke’s approach to the child of Nyx because Kronos would whisper that they are a very powerful demigod and they are not even a child of a god, their parentage older than the gods. I’m not sure if Kronos would reveal to Luke they are a primordial demigod, regardless Luke would be very insistent on getting to know them and bring them to his cause into overthrowing the gods. I can also see Kronos intercepting the child of Nyx in their dreams, telling them to join him because they are more than just a mere-demigod, and he knows that they’re aware they’re not comfortable with the word demigod.. A term that doesn’t fit them and they both know it's true, and that their godly parents would want them to join him, to be with someone closer to their true origin.

They’re definitely more insistent they join, not because they’re just powerful but there is as sense of bringing them into the fold as they should be. I can also imagine Nyx herself intercepting the child of Nyx’s dreams, just like she had done with Nico in The Sun and the Star book, but much stronger. Nyx shows the child of Nyx that the definition of demigods is not who they are, and they cannot be what they aren’t, that they won’t fit in with these children of the gods for they are beneath them; telling them they should listen to Luke and Kronos as it is a step to their rightful place. With some consolation they won’t be entirely alone because they would be with the children of minor gods; Hypnos and Nemesis, Hecate specifically- who Nyx semi-approves because those three minor gods are related to her. Nemesis and Hypnos being her children, and Hecate while not her own, her realm being the goddess of the night and moon. Though Nyx doesn’t tell the child of Nyx, who is still oblivious to their own godly parentage, until they have long joined the Kronos’ army. 

Long story short, by the time Percy and the others are on their quest, before and during it, this is one of the situations of the “What Ifs” that the Child of Nyx is already helping Luke and Kronos, slotting themselves against the gods; whether knowingly or not, conscious or subconsciously. When it comes to Percy, Annabeth, and Grover to go on their quest, I can imagine that the child of Nyx somewhat accompanies Percy because they’re used to the presence of his shadow, so they keep track of him that way, maybe even shadow-traveling with his shadow; which they have probably done once or twice unconsciously. This brings a shiver to Percy’s back, feeling the heebie-jeebies as he can feel the child of Nyx passing through his shadow. I dunno if they’re able to astral walk with the night, keeping an eye of what’s going on when its night time, but it’s also a strong possibility. Inadvertently, the child of Nyx, consciously or subconsciously tells Luke of Percy’s journey, allowing him and Kronos to know. While he knows it's the child of Nyx, it's still uncomfortable and this actually makes Percy more aware of Kronos’ presence throughout the book because he knows what its like someone watching you from the shadows, and he knows it's something else. 

When the trio gets to the underworld, things get inexplicably easier and harder. I can see Charon sniffing the child of Nyx, but because its so foreign yet familiar, I think Charon would think Percy is half-dead so getting through would be much easier (still gotta pay the toll feel tho). However, right before they depart the boat, Charon tells Percy that they have the smell of his mother on him, and that’s one of the reasons he hasn’t flagged him yet. And that he knows the child of Nyx is in his shadows so he’s not going to rat out on family, though next time if they come onto his boat, they still need to pay because not even siblings get a free pass or discounts. 

Percy is confused because he doesn’t remember Charon that well, mixing up with Chiron, so he wouldn’t be able to tell that Charon’s mother is Nyx. At this point, he doesn’t know his full godly parentage and ancestral line, so he gets very confused. When it comes to Cereberus, remember what I said about hellhounds? I think Percy gets in easier and they get pretty far before the alarms go off because of Nyx’s presence and aura still lingering on Percy, maybe just as excited.

When it comes to almost dropping into Tartarus, Percy also pulls out the child of Nyx, who is being pulled in by the whisper of Tartarus and Nyx, and Kronos; to come join them. However, when it comes to meeting Hades, things start to come to light and the child of Nyx is ripped out of Percy’s shadow by Hades. Even in the presence of a god and even though they’re half-primordial, the child of Nyx is still half-mortal and very young. Hades, who is closer to Tartarus and Nyx, can feel the true godly parentage of Nyx within them. Percy starts yelling at Hades for treating their own kid like that, projecting some of his own early feelings about Poseidon, until Hades refutes Percy’s claims and says that the child of Nyx is not one of his, nor any of the chthonic gods. Everyone is confused because if the child of Nyx is not one of them, then how come they can use shadow travelling and manipulate the night sky. Hades tells them that they are not supposed to exist, not even possible and they are an anomaly to be killed or kept prisoner in the Underworld so they cannot be used, as well as the Lightning bolt and the Helm. 

The story plays out like usual and when they have to use the Pearls, there’s a moment where there’s only three pearls but as Hades and the furies go to at least stop the child of Nyx, the interference of the primordial intervenes and they disappear with the darkness, just as Percy and the others disappear into the ocean. 

The story goes on like usual but when it comes to Percy confronting Luke, he manages to disappear with the help with the child of Nyx; who had appeared back at Camp by Nyx, faced with the fact they are not a Child of Hades or any of the related Chthonic gods that could explain their existence, with Hades and probably any other god wants their existence to be snuffed out- so their only choice is to follow Luke and Kronos. They leave with Luke, and before they depart, they do thank Percy for being their friend but they have to live, and they can't stay in a camp full of demigods.

Percy is obviously hurt of course; if we’re going with the book version, the child of Nyx pulls Luke away before there’s scorpion poison or manages to blanket Percy before they leave. If we’re going with the TV show, the child of Nyx and Annabeth fight for a moment before Luke tells them they have to leave. The same words are said to Percy as they depart. 

a/n: Oh gods, this got very long. I was struggling for various reasons but I did not imagine it would get this long. I hope I paced the paragraphs well enough and lets see if I don’t max out the Text limit on Tumblr!

[maddragon15]

Guys I was in the middle of sketching Jevin for hermitaday and I saw on twitter that there was an unused vampire grian skin. So I immediately had to drop the sketch and draw the skin.

Was it worth it? Oh most definitely. Am I going to go a bit insane on vampire mumbo and vampire grian aus? Heck yeah. Like the implications that vampire grian has dark/black hair is kinda insane bc does that mean mumbo had different colored hair?? Or are we going with good ol shapeshifter mumbo who happens to like blood a little too much? I wanna know the details man. But this goes wonderfully with convex cannibals and I will be drawing the three interacting later. Also I still need to post my hcs but it's been well worth it participating in hermitaday bc well it semi forces me to do daily art again. Also also sorry about the ramble, I mean this is tumblr after all and is expected but I'm far too invested in silly little block people and the what-ifs of storytelling :3

[madforhoran]

Reunion (pt. 2)

Pt. 1 - here

So...it's done. Gonna be honest, I didn't follow the prompt completely (would bet too much for me 😅)

X X X

The sun was slowly setting over the horizon, the lower it was, the more nervous you got. Unsure if you could handle more teasing and tension. Seeing him again awakened all of the feelings and so much more. You wished to make up for the lost time, all that time you should’ve been there with him and for him. Too late to fix the past but maybe not too late to have hopes for the future alongside him. 

When the sky turned deep red, you buckled your cloak, patted down your skirt, and picked up a bundle of herbs you collected that could be of interest to him. Some were useful purely for their scent, others for their poisonous effects.

It was time to go.

Rivington Mill wasn’t far up ahead, definitely not for you when you used Misty Step. Spellcasting partially drained you as well, which was a desired state to get your adrenaline and nerves under control. You Misty Stepped right to the mill’s door, which were slightly ajar, and knocked, but there was no answer.

“Hello? Astarion, are you here?”  

You stepped inside. The circular room of the mill was dimly lit with candles, a singular log was burning in the fireplace. On the left side there were shelves packed up with big, mid-size, and small jars which you could safely guess was blood. On the opposite side was a simple bed with nice bedding and pillows. You noticed however that he never got rid of the ratty old blanket he carried throughout your journey together. 

“Look up, darling.” You heard suddenly and almost jumped out of your own skin. Gods! There he was, up on the wall…the wall? Wait, what, how? Then in a second he was gone, poofed away the same way his siblings did when they came to kidnap him from camp. What in the hells was going on?

“Now look behind you.” A whisper brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You turned to face him and were met with eyes alight with childlike glee. He wore a simple but elegant blue blouse-shirt and form-fitting trousers which weren’t leaving much left to be desired. More often than not you could recall misdirecting a spell because you stared at his ass and legs instead of focusing on casting. His beauty yet again caused your breath to pause and your brain to malfunction, and you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him. You felt him melt into your touch without a single word. Shocking for someone who usually had something witty to say. His arms encircled your waist and you let out the breath you’d been holding, pulling away from the hug. You noticed a slight hint of disappointment crossing his features when you did so and his arms dropped from your body with hesitancy. 

“Full of surprises, aren’t you?” he said with a tender smile adorning his lips. There was only one person in this room with surprises but it certainly wasn’t you. “Me?!” you asked, dumbfounded. “Gods above, Astarion, you can climb walls and…poof? How?”

“Oh yes, that is something I’ve discovered in the past couple of months, actually,” he waved his hand dismissively but you could hear in his voice it was a big deal. Of course it was! 

“Vampire spawn have powers, we just didn’t know about them because Cazador was suppressing them. For two hundred years…making me believe I was weak,” he added with a contemptuous sneer. Your palms balled into fists at the name. Fucking bastard. It meant that finally Astarion could enjoy some benefits of vampirism, not only drawbacks, pain, and loss. There was another piece you’d lost, though - witnessing the exact moment he’d found out what he could do. Stop it, you told yourself, no point in dwelling on what ifs. 

“You were never weak,” you corrected him. “Never.” 

He let out a bashful cough and pointed at the herb bundle you were still clutching in your palm. “Are those for me?”

“Yes, uh, I thought you could use some for your perfumes and some for poisons to kill bad guys with,” you said.

He eyed the bundle with utmost interest and took it from your hand. “Really? How…sweet. Thank you.”

Ever so thankful was one of the things you loved about him. You hadn’t known anyone else thanking you so many times for absolutely basic things. Heat rushed to your cheeks as he reached out for the clasp of your cloak. “May I?”

You nodded silently and the cloak fell to the floor. Suddenly you didn’t know what to do with your arms or where to look. The “perks” of being sober around someone whom you desired so badly it impeded any rational thought. Felt as if floodgates of all the repressed emotions opened, partially two days ago but fully right now. You’d kept it under control during the whole end of the world and mindflayer domination threat and then had been too busy with rebuilding Sorcerous Sundries alongside Gale and Rolan. With all of that dealt with, only one thing was missing from your life. The man standing right in front of you.

“Let’s sit down,” he suggested, breaking the awkward silence. “I’ve bought some food for you.”

“You shouldn’t have.”

“Just trying to be a good host,” he shrugged.

“I don’t want to eat alone,” you said. “Dine with me.”

He chuckled. “Have you forgotten, dear? I can’t eat normal food.”

“I meant blood.”

He nodded and stepped away from you to take one of his blood jars. “No.” You shook your head and grabbed his arm. “My blood.”    

“Are you sure?” He was puzzled. You managed to surprise him yet again. “I’m serious, Astarion,” you answered firmly. He smiled and poofed out of the room. “Show-off!” you yelled after him, smiling as well. 

He served you pieces of meat, veg, and bits of fruit. Most likely stolen rather than bought but you weren’t about to question him. You laid down your forearm, inviting him to drink. Giving you one last look of making sure you’re alright with it, he sank his teeth into your wrist. You bit on the meat to distract yourself from the initial pain. Nonetheless, he was trying to be gentle. You remembered him draining villains during the battles, he paid no mind. It was vicious, primal, and it made him stronger. The first taste of freedom from Cazador.

You finished half of the plate when he stopped drinking and began massaging the puncture wounds with his thumb. The pupils of his crimson eyes were dilated, the drunken smile and your blood dripping down his chin were oh-so-inviting for you to do what you’d dreamed of doing. Kissing him. Simple as that. 

“Invigorating, my dear, thank y–” he didn’t get to finish as you leant from your chair and almost did it, stopping right in front of his face, so close you could see the tiny crows feet and every other beautiful crinkle. “I–oh gods,” you mumbled, sitting back down on the chair. “Yes, darling, what is it?” he responded with his typical teasing tone. Bloodloss and lust, that’s what it was. And excruciating love.  

“Tell me.”

You sighed. “I just want to hear you say it.”

“Say what?” he asked provocatively. “That I’m enjoying this evening immensely? Because I am.” 

That you feel the same way I do. 

Despite playing this cat and mouse game, you knew. He wasn’t hiding it. There was no point wasting more time looking at him when you could be doing other things. Screw it. You stood up from the chair, braced yourself against the table, and ungracefully landed in his lap. You couldn’t help not noticing his crotch was stiff against your hip.

“Say where you’d like me to kiss you.”

His arms encircled your waist again as yours found their way around his neck, playing with his soft curls. Utter perfection. You had to remind yourself to continue breathing steadily. 

“A little presumptuous, don’t you think?” he smirked. No, he did not use on you what you’d told him all those months ago when he’d asked you to join him in his tent during the tiefling party. The conversation was so fresh in your mind as if it happened yesterday.

“Oh, you need a little bit of enticing,” you countered, moving your right hand to gently cup his cheek. “Take your pick.” You began tracing your forefinger and middle finger over his cheekbone, up to his forehead, then sliding them down the slope of his perfect nose. When you reached the cupid’s bow of his lips, he parted them slightly as if gasping for breath. 

“How about I kiss you instead?”

Gods above, please. 

He moved his head closer so you could smell the blood he drank from you and then he finally lightly pressed his lips to yours. Your entire body came alive and it was just the beginning. He teased you yet again by pulling away a little when you tried to deepen the kiss so you pressed yourself harder against him, eliciting a groan that made your quiver. His cock was straining against his trousers, begging for release. 

You pried his lips open with your tongue, grazing it over his fangs, nudging his tongue to meet yours. It felt so familiar yet so different this time, real. Without breaking the connection he pushed your hips upwards towards the table and you sat down with your legs apart, your centre burning like fires of Avernus. He positioned himself with his hardened cock resting against your lower belly, felt it twitching as you closed the miniscule distance between you, hugging his slim hips with your thighs and hooking your legs around his. 

He broke the kiss gently, allowing you to take a breath and steady your heartbeat. “Careful, darling, don’t faint on me…as much of a compliment as it would be.” 

Sly little shit. He was right though, he could feel everything with his heightened vampiric senses. It allowed you to regain some semblance of sanity, which was a miracle all by itself. 

There was one important thing you had to come back to despite telling yourself not to dwell on the past.   

…it brings up the feelings of disgust and loathing. 

“What’s wrong, are you unwell?” he asked with a hint of worry when you didn’t react immediately. 

You shook your head. “No, it’s just…I thought of the things you said at Moonrise, and–”

���Hush, love,” he pressed a finger to your lip. His eyes blazed with fire matching your own. “Let me tell you something. A confession, if you will…I asked Gale to send me a pigeon once a week to tell me how you’re faring. If you’re still…you know. His answers were always, I quote: ‘She’s talking about you constantly, with a tedium that I’m sure many would say rivals my own. Why can’t you go see her and spare us all this torment? Insufferable, both of you’.” He mimicked Gale’s way of speaking and finished with a dramatic eye roll. You had to suppress a snort. Unbelievable that this man enlisted poor Gale into sending him information, even more unbelievable that Gale agreed and kept it a secret.

“Trust me, I wanted to but I wasn’t sure I was ready. I’ve spent all this time thinking about us, about my difficulties. Figuring it out, fantasizing even. It was very, uh, helpful. And then that poor excuse for a skeleton gave me the perfect opportunity I couldn’t miss. You showed up…and here we are. I am ready.” He squeezed your hips, pulling you near again, amusement and challenge crossing his godlike features. “Now shall we go back to you adorably trying to seduce me?”

You poked him in the chest playfully. “I’ve already succeeded at this daunting task, don’t you think?”

He guffawed. “How so, darling? I still have all my clothes on.”

Insufferable indeed. In spite of his assurances, you wanted to be mindful. He deserved to be loved with utmost care and attention. To feel safe enough to stop if need be.

“Tell me about those fantasies,” you prompted him, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks.

“I’d rather show you.”

You gasped as he lifted you from the table and guided you onto his bed. He laid you down, gliding on top like a cat, not breaking eye contact. Your skirt rolled up as he did so, exposing the already soaked underwear and he pressed his crotch right against it. “This is already so much better than my imagination.”

A thrill ran through your entire body from head to toe. Not many things tasted sweeter than his praise. 

“May I?” you asked, tugging on one of the buttons of his shirt. “Yes.”

The lower you went, the shakier your hands were but it was worth the reward. Every single lean muscle on him was sculpted to perfection. A soft, barely audible sigh escaped his lips as you caressed his pectorals and slid the shirt away to fully reveal his glorious upper body. 

“My turn now,” he smirked. Safe to say your blouse didn’t survive unscathed as he ripped the buttons off with his teeth. Fuck. “I’ll fix it later,” he mumbled, ripping your bra as well. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The skirt followed along with the drenched panties. He scanned you, eyes blazing with such intensity you hadn’t seen before, robbing you off reason. “Gods, you’re beautiful.”

More words of praise making your mind spin and your body tingle.

“Show me what’s next,” you whispered, barely able to find your voice anymore. 

“I’ll let you guess, my dear.”

Accepting the challenge, you grabbed his shoulders gently, pushing him off of you onto his back. You searched his features for unspoken approval or signs of discomfort as you towered over him, slowly drawing your hands towards the waistband of his trousers. “Getting warmer,” he murmured enthusiastically.

“How very predictable,” you retorted, sliding down to grab the waistband with your mouth, not letting your eyes off of him. He bucked his hips up as you tugged, exposing his raging erection clothed in elegantly embroidered underwear, and lean thighs. There was nothing on this man’s body that wasn’t absolutely infuriatingly exquisite. He bucked his hips again and moaned as you slid down the underwear too, baring his cock adorned by a string of precum glistening at the tip. Smut peddlers at Sharess’s Caress would be struggling to describe the beauty in front of you. There were simply not enough words and none of them were accurate either.  

“Breathtaking.”

“I know.”

“Cocky ass.”

He grinned and took your arm, dragging you on top of him. “But that’s what you like about me, darling, or not?” 

“Hm, I haven’t decided yet.” 

“Oh, and what might help with this terrible ordeal?” he asked with a smug look. To Hells with him. Instead of answering, you brushed the palm of your hand against his cock in a taunt, the slickness of precum wetting it. As you attempted to lift it, he placed his hand on yours and squeezed. He found your mouth as you began stroking his length, his sweet moans muffled with the kisses. Your willpower was stretching thinner and thinner, you wanted him inside you, filling you up, but you’d do only what he wanted to do. His pleasure, real pleasure was more important than your own. Being able to touch him, feel him against your skin, was already enough of a gift after so much time apart.

“Tighter and faster, darling,” he urged you and so you did as he asked, tightening your grip. His fangs almost cut your lip as he moaned loudly, deliciously. He jerked his hips up each time your hand went down in perfect sync, searching for release. After a few more strokes you felt him spasming, cum spraying over his abdomen. “Have you decided now?” he quipped, brushing stray hairs from your face. “Nuh huh.” You smiled and collected some of the cum on your fingers, licking them clean. 

“Gods below,” he hissed.

“Care to show me if there’s more on your list of fantasies?”

“Indeed,” he answered simply, his eyes burying into you, scorching you whole. “It’s you.” 

He didn’t give you a chance to react, arresting your mouth with soft pecks, sending tingles from head down to your toes as he pinned you down to the mattress. Every sense was on overdrive, your magic crackling within you. As the kisses grew more intense, the more ferociously the magic whirled within like a thunderstorm and your heartbeat began racing more frantically, his body responded too, his cock getting stiff anew.

He hooked his right leg under yours, pausing the kiss to study your face. I want you, I want it all, you wished to say but he rendered you speechless as he moved his hips, aligning himself at your entrance. 

Affection.

Admiration.

Desire. 

You hoped he could see it as he looked at you. Maintaining eye-contact, he slowly pushed his cock inside you, stretching you, making you whole with small calculated thrusts at first. Wrapping your legs around him, you invited him even deeper, the thrusts becoming more rapid, forcing you to close your eyes but you couldn’t, you couldn’t break away from his gaze.    

“Are you still with me?” you muttered. This felt different and was different than the trysts in the forest but you had to be certain. He tittered, knowingly. “I’m here, my love.”

He pulled out completely and entered you again, pressing his mouth on yours, stifling a heavenly whimper and causing you to lose a bit of control. You swung your arm away as lightning crackled at your fingertips. Just in time. A lightning bolt shot out and hit one of the big blood jars on the shelf, blood spilling everywhere. 

“You darling, are a menace, aren’t you?” 

“No more than you are,” you countered, kissing the tip of his nose. 

“Touché.”  

Grinning mischievously the way only he could, he awarded you with yet another agonizingly slow thrust, and another, and another, your whimpers and moans mirroring his own. He was still fully present, your bodies in perfect sync. Tiny droplets of sweat were trickling down his forehead, his luscious locks slightly disheveled. He’d always been a walking sin but at the given moment, a whole nunnery would go straight to the Hells just by looking at him. 

He picked up the pace, pushing harder and you were coming close, so close, the throbbing sensation robbing you of breath entirely. “You feel…so incredible,” he murmured hoarsely.

“Astarion, please!” you begged, tightening your hold around him and arching your back. So close. He sucked your lower lip, grazing it with his fangs but you couldn’t care less. You could feel him tensing against you and you kissed him, tasting blood on your tongue as you climaxed together in harmony. Another lightning bolt shot out of your hand as you did, smashing more bottles. A hearty chuckle reverberated in his throat when he looked at the carnage of blood and broken glass on the floor. 

"Oh my...what do you have to say for yourself now, dear?"

"I love you."

He smiled blissfully and nuzzled your neck. "That works, I suppose."

Later, after you helped him clean the mess you’d made and you wound up tangled in the sheets again crying out his name even louder, he told you those little words. And this time they weren’t a lie.

~~~

“You look positively radiant, my friend,” Gale greeted you the next day as you arrived to Sorcerous Sundries.

“And bringing some good news to boot,” you said, blushing as you recounted last night's events. “No need to send Astarion more letters about me.”

The wizard opened his mouth like a fish and quickly scuttled to the corner of the room to rearrange the bookshelves that didn’t quite require more rearranging.

[spoiledblogif]

listen,, LISTEN, i love the ROs so much but they're a staple in most IFs. now, a present father figure? (or parental figure in general) one that can hold their ground, that can fight against a world hellbent on taking them away from us? who would move hell and earth to help us and succeed too? i love him, i love that Carter chose us and chose us and will continue to choose us even against his own doubts. I love that he can fight for himself and for us and for everyone who needs it. but that he has his priorities straight. I love that if we falter he'll steady us like the unmovable pillar he is, and help us get on our own feet. I love him, I love him so much every moment with him fills me with joy. and he might never understand just how loved he is, but he'll never doubt it either because if there's a choice between having a moment with a RO or a moment with my dad, I'll choose him every single time

I love that you guys have this much faith in him even before y'all learn he's killed werewolves and at least one vampire.

(whoops)

(edit to add: I realize I turned this into a joke but it's because I just genuinely don't know how to answer without saying everything I've said before. but I'll say it again anyway: I love that you love him so much. I'm happy you've formed such a deep connection with him)

[riley1cannon]

Why did I have a dream about Oz?

No, not the over the rainbow place with the flying monkeys, and not the dude in Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

HBO's Oz. The hard to watch prison drama that I didn't even really like 98% of the time. That sliver of 2%, though... *chef's kiss*

The dream played like one of my canon-based what ifs (I wrote a lot of those along with a bunch of outright AUs; it's the only fandom where I ever really loved those, needed them like air). Chris was alive and had been exonerated, and he was in a really nice suit, talking to Ryan O'Reilly. As usual, I don't remember a lot of details, but one thing is how Ryan kept bringing up Toby, but Chris didn't want to talk about Toby...

And then I woke up, because that's what happens right when a dream gets interesting.

What I suspect is that Toby had been paroled, and Chris believed he had moved on and left him behind, but since I was the author there would in fact be a happy ending, because that was kind of my specialty over there.

So, yeah, that's not the mystery.

The mystery is why all these years later I'm having a dream about Oz, when that never even happened when it was my number one fandom.

But maybe the answer's not that elusive.

I did some of my best writing in that fandom, with those guys. I got into the heads of absolutely awful characters, hating every second but discovering I could push the creative envelope -- although sometimes I needed some handholding along the way. (And, oh, how I miss that support now, when I can't even find a beta to save my life.)

I even wrote sexy stuff. I was told some of it was even pretty good.

Flashforward to now, where I have lately been fretting about how things are set up in a current WIP for some sexy times -- except I can't write sexy times anymore. The last time I did was a SuperWonderBat thing that, to be fair, has gotten a little bit of positive feedback on AO3, but when I first posted in on LiveJournal some 'kind' soul informed me it was a dud in the sexy department, and of course that was the comment I took to heart.

So, did I dream of Oz, of Chris and Toby, to remind me of when I wrote with confidence, with no worries of what some faceless troll might think?

That's my takeaway, at any rate.

[r0bee]

trying to beat my editing block so here's a quick little edit inspired by a very specific anecdote you can keep reading if you're nosy

This is directly inspired by me breaking down sobbing listening to this song bc I saw a screenshot of Warren and got hit with a wave of "it would be so easy if i could just like someone like him but I can't" angst bc i was in the PMDD trenches. He was the kind of character I would've had a crush on as a kid and ig expected I'd be with when I grew up but now I'm 19 and a lesbian which little me did NOT anticipate. Lesbian angsting condensed into an edit for a silly fictional guy we love to see it!! I love being a lesbian though even if i can et a litle caught up in what ifs.

Also used the vampires quote for the last bit bc I was obsessed with Twilight when I was 9 so it felt appropriate :P

[ninjaturtlecosmo]

I've had this in my mind for a while now, so.... Enjoy seeing some of the IFs lose their minds over an AI program 🤣🤣🤣🤣

*Art Teacher, Star, Cal and Sunny are in the library. All of them couldn't sleep and decided to hang out in the library together, Sunny having some wine with him as they've all decided to mess around with different AI programs on one of the computers*

Cal: I got one; Have it write a Nostalgia Critic episode.

Art Teacher:*types in the suggestion* Where he reviews what?

Cal: Uh.....

Star: B) The Boy In The Striped Pajamas.

Sunny: Oh no......

Cal: Whats that?

Star: It's a Holocaust movie.... Specifically about a little kid in a concentration camp.

Cal:...... Oh fuck........

Art Teacher:*adds in that part and presses "enter", prompting the program to write a script for the scenario he typed* "Hello, I'm the Nostalgia Critic, I remember it so you don't have to! And today, we're looking at one of the most heart wrenching, emotionally charged films of the past few years, it's The Boy In The Striped Pajamas! The film tells the story of Bruno, a young German boy who befriends a Jewish boy named Shmuel, who is imprisoned in a concentration camp. The two boys form a deep bond, despite the fact they can never meet in person. The film is incredibly powerful, and it's easy to see why it's been so popular. It's a beautiful story about friendship and hope, in the midst of one of the Darkest periods in human history."

*Sunny, Cal and Star all immediately start to laugh, knowing this is gonna go horribly wrong real quick*

Art Teacher: "However, the film is not without its flaws...."

Sunny: Oh, here we go....

Cal:*trying hard to contain his laughter*

Art Teacher: "The biggest problem is that the film is.... incredibly manipulative...."

*Cal, Sunny and Star are already having trouble controlling their laughter*

Art Teacher: "The film constantly tries to tug at your heart strings, and it's not always successful. The other problem is that the film...." *eyes widen in horror at this*........ "That the film is very one-sided....."

*Star, Cal and Sunny can't take it anymore and all burst into uncontrollable laughter, Star and Sunny falling out of their chairs and onto the floor as Sunny's wine spills everywhere*

Cal: NO!!!!!!!! NO! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Art Teacher:*also dying of laughter as he reads what the AI program is showing him*

Sunny: ONE SIDED???????

Art Teacher: "It's clear that the filmmakers have a very specific point of view and are not interested in hearing any other side of the story...."

*Cue Star gasping for air from how hard she's laughing*

Art Teacher: "Overall, The Boy In The Striped Pajamas is a powerful film, but it's not perfect. It's manipulative and one sided, but it's still a beautiful story that will stay with you long after you've seen it."

Cal: "One sided"...... Yeah, there's a fucking reason for that you stupid machine!

*Cue all 4 of them dying of laughter even more, Art falling face first onto the keyboard*

Sunny: Oh my god..... *laughs more* Jesus, the things we do when none of us can sleep........ *sips his wine after pouring himself another glass*

Art Teacher:........... Are we terrible people, guys?

Star: Honey?....... We're just laughing at a stupid AI generated prompt..... There's nothing awful about that......... *laughs* Hey Sunny, you should bring Coco over next time.......

Sunny:....... I did bring her over once...... Let's just say we had quite a night in the romance section.

Cal: !!!!!!!!!!!! JESUS, SUNNY!

Star:*laughs even harder* Damn xD You a nasty flower, Sunny! You're classy AND nasty!

Sunny: Hey..... Those books will tell you that us classy types have a devious side. *sips even more of his wine*

Art Teacher:............. The fact we all collectively have insomnia, and we choose to spend some of our nights in this library talking about stuff like this........ *laughs* There's something seriously wrong with us, isn't there?........ We're like a demented, vampiric Breakfast Club........

Cal:.......... If there is something wrong with us, I don't think I want to be fixed.

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hi barb! Sorry if this has been asked before but I was wondering what got you interested in writing about werewolves? What was the first book about werewolves you ever read? What made you decide to start writings IFs?

I can't pinpoint exactly where my obsession with werewolves began...

...but there were early indications.

The truth is, I've always identified more with the werewolf in the classic werewolf vs vampire stories. They just tick all the boxes.

They're working class, they're underdogs, they're in it together (for better or worse), they're all about that primal energy, and they aren't afraid to get a little dirty.

I tend not to like werewolves that veer too far from this brief. Eg, the Wolf-Man and Harry Potter werewolves don't scratch the itch. It's not the look of them (well, okay, not just that), but the fact that they're alone, upper class, and really seem to dislike being werewolves.

Give me my big, messy dog family ripping up bad guys and making spaghetti together please.

Why did I start writing IFs?

It was October 2020. I was living in South Korea during a pandemic and I was lonely. I decided to try something new.

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HIIII ok so I have a question about the power ranger TD au!!

Are there gonna be any ships? (I’m mostly interested in Noah ships (totally not my favorite character)) likeee is there gonna be Noco? Nowen? Is duncey gonna be canon?

(Also is Gwen gonna show up? IF SOO will there be gwourtney or gwent instead? Is the Duncan, Courtney and Gwen triangle gonna come?)

ALSO I CANT WAIT UNTIL THE DRAMA BROTHERS SHOW UP GANSNKSBAKAKAAH

ok that was all thank you very much good person 🫡

CRAWFISH SPOTTED YEAHEAHHHHHHHH

As for relationships... 😈

Since this is a self-indulgent AU made primarily for enjoyment, I'm pretty lenient when it comes to romantic pairings! If someone suggests a ship and I feel fine towards it, I'll give them some crumbs to work with lmao

Focusing on the pairings you brought up, though...

Noah - I headcanon Noah as being on the aroace spectrum, meaning he rarely feels attraction towards others. This identity is brought up several times in the AU, though not exactly by name (I don't think Noah would use specific labels, tbh)...

HOWEVER, he is not immune to the ship-bait crumbs! Noah and Owen are close in this AU, and can be read as romantic or queerplatonic. Nowen is explicitly canon in this AU, and most TD related things I'll write or draw! But, whether they're romantic or queerplatonic is up to the readers, I've decided. I love both interpretations equally, and I love Nowen because of how both interpretations work almost perfectly!

As for NoCo... I have mixed feelings towards this ship, but that's usually because nobody ever interprets it the way I interpret it: and that's Cody fucking sucks /aff /derogatory.

He had a weird one-sided situationship with Noah for 3 days in October of freshman year, said something FOUL and KINDA CRINGE about rizz and women, and Noah just got up and left. No hesitation.

Let Cody be a loser... genuinely. He gets mauled by a bear at least once. Other than that, no hints of NoCo in the main plot. Cody's out there freakin it loser style, and Noah is gay married to Owen in every universe.

Now for the questions about Gwen and Courtney - No for the love triangle, I felt that entire thing ruined all three characters. Like, Duncanis suppose to be a "punk with a heart of gold" and yet he's down to cheat??? Gwen, the anxious yet very progressive goth who's like... genuinely nice??? And bro what'd Courtney do to deserve that??? ... She did help carry WT tho

As for Duncey and Gwent? I'm on the fence. I don't think Duncan and Courtney are good for eachother. And Gwent was really cute in season 1, but the way they handled Trent's breakdown in Action just felt... off. I think I prefer both of them being single, unfortunately. Might have Trent and Gwen be exes on really good terms though? For world building and lore? Because both characters are revelant to the plot due to their connections with Courtney, Duncan, and Harold (primarily Trent for that last one but yk)

Qwourtney is a maybe, I did promise some Heather/Courtney crumbs for an anon so I'm down for that lmao

Honestly, if you wanna write or draw ship art for this AU, even if ifs not explicitly "canon" then go for it. I'd love to see it! This is a self-indulgent AU, and I'm chill w/ letting you guys get self-indulgent with my self-indulgent AU lmaoooooo

And to finish this off...

I'M GONNA USE THE DRAMA BROTHERS AS AN EXCUSE TO REFERENCE BUFFY, LET ME TELL YOU... DUDE. THE SCENES AT THE BRONZE AND THE COLLEGE HOUSE PARTIES WHERE INDIE/ROCK BANDS ARE PLAYING LIVE AND SMTH INSANE HAPPENS... CHANGED ME FUNDAMENTALLY. Omg i love buffy the vampire slayer hashtag feminism

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im so shocked?? you know so many ifs youre like the first self insert writer on tumblr ik who also read ifs🥺

i've played a lot of ifs. the problem is i can't remember a lot of them lmao.

what i remember playing is:

Samurai of Hyuga 1-5 (guess who my favorite is: Jun)

Fallen Hero Rebirth & Retribution (Split between Lady Argent and Herald)

Fernweh Saga (R and J 😇)

Choice of the Vampire (Silas broke my goddamn heart. LOVE THAT BOY. And Clotho... god don't get me started)

The Wayhaven Chronicles 1-3 (M is just. Hands down. THE BEST.)

Arcadie Second Born

The Exile (Freedom can take my heart even if they don't want it. It is legally their property now)

Infamous (It's either Valenreign poly or Blake Winter for me fellas!)

Larkin

The One Chosen (OOOOH. OOOO THIS WAS SO GOOD GUYS. literally obsessed with this one)

Unsupervised (I love the premise. I love the powers. I love Blair.)

Vampire: Night Road.

Werewolf Haven Duology.

these were just among the many that i have played. i can't remember all of them, because honestly i play too many for my own good.