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hyperactivewhore · 8 months

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I despise both Renesmee Cullen's and Hope Mikaelson's existences. Both characters are plot holes and shouldn't exist.

Renesmee Carlie Cullen is the daughter of Bella Swan and Edward Cullen. She's half-human and half-vampire, and in Twilight, it was explained that only male vampires can have children with female humans. But that doesn't make any sense because vampires in Twilight don't have any blood in their bodies. Then, Stephanie Meyer explained that the venom that is in their bodies works similarly to the bodily fluids that are in humans. But if that was the case, then Bella shouldn't have gotten pregnant. She should have become a vampire after having sex with Edward. Renesmee is called 'half mortal and half immortal' by Aro, but how can a person be half mortal and half immortal? She's either mortal or immortal. She can't be both. Does she age, or does she not? Can she live forever, or does she have the lifespan of a human?

Now, onto Hope.

Hope Andrea Mikaelson is the daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall-Kenner. She's a werewolf, vampire, witch tribrid. In the pilot episode of The Originals, it was explained that since Klaus was born a werewolf and became a vampire because of magic and not by drinking the blood of another vampire and dying with that vampire's blood in his system, he was able to conceive. Vampires in The Vampire Diaries are infertile and can not have children, and while Klaus is the world's first werewolf-vampire hybrid, he's still part vampire. He shouldn't have been able to have a child, which was confirmed in Legacies. The only reason Hope exists is because Malivore. So, if Malivore never existed, Hope would have never existed. She wasn't born because her father was created differently from traditional vampires, but because it is her destiny to defeat a mud monster.

Both characters are great (more so Hope because she was given her own show, and I grew to like her over Legacies' 4 season run. Renesmee was kinda there. Her CGI in the movies creeped me out, and she absolutely did nothing in the book), but their existence goes against the canons of their respective movies/books and show.

It's funny because both are created as plot devices to Bella and Klaus and they're meant to be the magical powerful baby of their universe, but their existence alone just makes it look ridiculous by breaking every single canon law.

As you said, Renaissance came out of nowhere. She was soo incredibly intelligent from the very first moment her parents made her, but apparently not smart enough to control her own strength seeing she broke several Bella's bones (like honestly, what the hell) and this demon spawn craved human blood for absolutely no logical reason other than Edward being a vampire. Ratatouille also could not be seen in the ultrasound or any other thing: she had a impenetrable amniotic sac because yes, exactly, her daddy is a vampire!

Honestly, I kinda feel bad for Ravioli. I've never finished reading Breaking Dawn (and I won't), it was such a corny book and I could only bring myself to the third part, where Bella spends time with baby Rasputin but I've heard interesting things to how the Cullen rise this sim. Apparently, Bella and Edward couldn't care less about their daughter, because as always they were more obssesed with each other and Rosalie did all the parenting, because the love birds couldn't be distracted with their CGI spawn. If I'm correct, Edward even called Bella more beautiful than Rim Job right in her face and instead of being mad, because their kid was right there, Isabella was just like "gosh edward, ily sm 😘😜😍"

Parents of the year.

Stephenie Meyer didn't care about Bella and Edward being parents: she just wanted the aesthetic that came with it, and she pulled the reasons of the human-vampire pregnancy out of her ass.

Actually, when I was in my twilight phase, I read a fanfic where Bella got pregnant, and the reason was a little more "coherent" than what Meyer gave: Having died so young, Edward's body "froze" his sperm and because he had remained a virgin for over a hundred years (lmao), he was able to get Bella, the first and only woman he slept with, pregnant. It's still shitty, and bad, but if they wanted them so badly to have a kid this was a better reason.

I just can't take Twilight books seriously. Apparently, there are no black vampires for a barely explained reason that is clearly racist (if I remember, the venom that vampires inject you during death just... removes your skin color), the mistreatment to the werewolves is just terrible, and there's Ratatunga too.

Now, moving to Hope Andrea Mikaelson, the white witch that is hated and loved in equal measures by the fandom. Oh my, this is gonna be interesting.

I have my moments with Hope, to be honest. Sometimes I completely adore her, and sometimes I just can't stand her. Her existence was completely pulled out of Pl*c's ass, who wanted to have her own version of Renameme so badly. Klaus shouldn't have even been able to procreate in the first place, because he was killed before Esther binded his werewolf side. Though vampires in tvd are more alive than dead, but that's a whole different thing. But clearly my point still remains.

I like Hope Mikaelson a lot more than Ragnarok Cullen, Summer Fontana/Danielle Russell and Mackenzie Foy are all really amazing and beautiful actresses who did great with the role they were given, but their characters completely broke canon. I like the tribrid more though because at least, she wasn't a fucking sim that aged five years in a week unlike Nestlé. The only way I could ever like Radioactive is by having her completely loathe her parents and family, especially because she was born in 2006 aka she's part of Gen Z.

Both characters shouldn't even exist in the first place, and Hope's existences is as much of a plothole as Riptide's. Renesmee gets more hate simply because of how she was in the womb and also because of how fast she grew, but they're both plotholes and shouldn't have been created no matter their popularity.

#I had so much fun with ravioli's nicknames 🤭#i still adore hope #but hmm #renesmee cullen #edward cullen #bella swan #bella cullen #rosalie hale #rosalie cullen #bella x edward #klaus mikaelson #hope mikaelson #twilight #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #to

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monstersinthecosmos · 9 months

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How do you feel about Marius/Bianca? I was somewhat perplexed by their dynamics in the last trilogy and the way Anne had Bianca quite literally begging for that dick yet he kept ghosting her because GOD FORBID a woman (or anyone, really) reminds him of a time when he was weak. He treated her like shit and then she left him and fell in love with someone else (RIP to that guy, we barely knew him) but then she showed up again and was still head over heels in love with him. Even Fareed was like “wtf is your problem bro she’s a ten”. But at the same time I guess that a big theme in the last trilogy was about going back to the person/people you’ve loved the most despite it all so it makes… sense? Him getting to keep his two wives at the end? Anyhow IA on Pandora daddy domming his ass 🥲

dagsdjk WTF IS YOUR PROBLEM BRO SHE'S A TEN

god please I love Bianca so much too, she and Pandora can double-dom him any time.

I mean I think this is the same issue we run into over and over in VC where like it's FREE REAL ESTATE because Anne just like fuckin, forgot about her characters/didn't care/etc lol. Like I would kill to know what Bianca is up to, how her life has been, how she's doing!!!

And like I think I give a lot of credit to Akasha for breaking Marius's heart and destroying his confidence but Bianca did it first!!!!!!!! And I wonder if maybe that's a more appropriate source of the multi-century slump he's been in. Like he's in TERRIBLE shape in TVA and it's sorta like because he's wandering around without purpose without The Parents but like, there's plausible deniability that Pandora left on accident, whereas Bianca is his lover that like SPECIFICALLY broke up with him.

But Marius is left in a weird place when canon ends; he's sort of a mess, trying to get his life together, trying to find purpose again, and I think there's an openness he shows. He seems willing to heal, willing to rethink the way he sees vampirism, willing to respect vampires as their own people & their own culture, so maybe he'll be okay! And I wonder if part of that is like, patching things up with his exes and being more present and honest with them when he's ready. He's always been a person that like relies on his own worldview so staunchly because it was his way of coping with immortality and I think when he had The Parents it really gave him the strength to believe in himself and he had something to fall back on, it was something he could believe in because he could see it with his own eyes. So like he can be difficult and stubborn and hard to live with but he had that PROOF that he was doing the right thing and like Akasha was the real wife the whole time that he stayed with, you know? BUT WITHOUT HER? NOW HE'S JUST A HEARTBROKEN AIMLESS MESS. I THINK IT WOULD BE GOOD FOR HIM TO WORK IT OUT WITH THESE LADIES. Marius is very much always like "I WANT YOU TO CHALLENGE ME" to his lovers but then gets upset when he's actually challenged lol. I wonder if maybe he's grown past that so we can actually get somewhere! I realize I ranted and screamed but to answer your question I am feral about Marius/Bianca!!!!!!!!!!!

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rekas-writes · 1 year

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Hello, can I order headcanons? If so, I would like a yoru x male reader with an agent whose skills are similar to a vampire, remember to eat healthy and take care of yourself!! ♡

A/N: Hello and thank you for your order! It was really fun to write! I promise I am also taking care of myself ^^ And here’s a note for you to do the same too!

Also, my inbox has quite the stack of reqs, but I’m doing my best to get through the list as quickly and as thoroughly as possible! It’s just a little bit overwhelming ^^; It’s also not helping that Tumblr on my pc is eating my reqs ;-; I’m glad my phone has all of them still (at least I hope it does-)

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Strange Cravings and Love Bites

Pair: Yoru/ M! Agent + Radiant! Reader Source: Valorant

Type: Headcanons - 1,222 words Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Angsty/Hurt w/ Comfort at the very end Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

TW: Mild references to violence, reader getting hurt, reader biting Yoru and getting a little carried away but he's fine! + thought of Yoru dying at the very end

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You remind Yoru a lot of the classical vampire figure, to the point where he kind of associates you with some of the common tropes. More specifically, the weaknesses. You may not be able to tell with his prickly demeanour, but he is a worrier- especially with those he holds dear, doubly so if it concerns his boyfriend. He doesn't want you to get hurt, and ends up projecting that whenever he gets harsh.

Que his surprise when he sees you eating garlic bread or chilling casually under the sun. You had to remind him that you weren’t actually a vampire, and if they really did burn up- Reyna would have to carry an umbrella to every day mission (You heard her laugh behind you right after. You weren’t sure whether to count your days or to consider yourself on her good side)

Though, that being said, the Sun probably does have some kind of influence over you and your abilities. Maybe you have an allergic reaction if you’re under it too long, or it takes longer to channel your abilities, or you could just feel weaker under the harsh light (Maybe even changing personality like a certain FE character)

Somehow, being beside Yoru makes that all feel better, if just a little. Maybe it’s because he’s your 夜 (*Yoru -> night). Your comforting, starlit night in the overwhelming brightness of day. If you ever spill those thoughts to him, he will short-circuit no matter how hard he tries to brush it off. Any flattery unrelated to his prowess in battle is way harder for him to take in and retort, even with his ego. It’s quite easy to tease him and watch his face glow warm with a blush- like the hue of the setting Sun

"Like the night sky, you're like a blessing to me! My very own good luck charm! Thank you, Yoru."

"... You're terrible at flirting. Focus on the mission already, idiot," // Internally: "adsjjskdjdk???SDAJKDAJHKJDK???"

If your eyes are sensitive to the light, there’s a good chance he gave you a pair of sunglasses. They might’ve even been your first gift from him! Having seen you wordlessly struggling with the glaring sunlight, he either leaves a pair in your locker or shoves them in your face while avoiding your eye contact. He will never admit that he was thinking about you, let alone worrying enough to get you something. Don’t ask, he will scoff and say it’s because he doesn’t want you dragging the team behind with your incompetence. Ouch.

You may have keen senses, like Reyna’s ability to hear people’s heartbeats. Your eyes are sharp, and you can smell copper like a shark despite nothing being spilt on the battlefield just yet; or perhaps your sense of smell is more distinct. Maybe certain people smell sweet and alluring or plain and uninteresting, if you have the urge to feed just like a vampire. You may even need to feed, in order to recover your strength. (On base, you totally drink from "juice pouches" Like some kind of morbid capri-sun)

If it’s the latter, Yoru most definitely draws you in the most. There’s just something you can’t put your finger on. If you focused on it, you'd be able to guess where he was with those heightened senses of yours. Mirror Yoru really needs to watch out when you’re on the prowl, that unique draw applies to him too

As a radiant related to creatures of the night, there’s a very good chance you can shapeshift into a bat! Yoru could never admit it but he thinks that form of yours is very cute. He definitely has the urge to just hold you whenever you shift. He thinks you can’t tell, but you can see the way his expression subtly changes to one of awe. No thought, only hold bat boyfriend gently.

Some agents have definitely found you like that, just napping somewhere in the common room with you in your bat form perched on his head. You might even be able to control or summon bats! He put a limit on how many you could summon in his room, though. He's not willing to have his bed be surrounded in bats, unfortunately :(

There’s been times where you've pushed yourself too far, the strain bearing its weight down on you. Like all radiants, you get tired when you use your abilities too much. You’re running on empty when you get hit badly, body too exhausted and hungry to mend itself like usual. Alone with a hand pressed to your biggest wound, you wait- head growing foggier as time seems to all but slow down.

You can’t describe the look on Yoru’s face when he finally finds you. He’s silent, and you can't hear his usual scolding and sharp insults. It's frightening, you realise. More frightening than your possible death. Instead, he's kneeling forward and offering his arm to your mouth. It’s positively dizzying when you breathe in, self-control broken as your body demands for you to accept.

When you finally snap back to focus, you’d never felt dread like that before, lurching backwards as you try and focus on hearing the thud of Yoru’s pulse. Guilt and anxiety are at the forefront of your mind, with apologies spewing forth and shaking hands. He only brings you into a slight hug, one partially induced out of light-headedness, as he mumbles your name and a partial command/plea,

“Take better care of yourself.”

He makes you swear to come to him whenever you need to drink after that. Yoru can't bear the sight of you like that again, slouched, wounded and gasping for breath with dulling eyes, your skin a sickly hue. He was prepared to offer as much as it took to get you back to usual. He probably accidentally confessed here and now, after realising just how much you meant to him.

If immortality is part of your radiant abilities, deep down, you knew this wonderful relationship would one day become a bittersweet memory. You avoided telling him for as long as possible, not wanting to burden him with your knowledge of what will happen. But one day, it’s inevitable as you gaze at the night sky and count the stars like they’re the countdown to the day you would be left behind.

You’re sombre, the terrifying thoughts weighing you down more than usual, and Yoru can tell whatever it is that had been plaguing you for these past few weeks is really piling up. He doesn’t want to have to force it out of you, but it pains him to see you like this. He’ll wait, no matter how long it takes to gather the strength

That day, you break. It’s as he holds your hand gently- as though you’re made of glass. He calls your name, not your code name, not a nickname. His tone is just as gentle, yet firm- steadfast in letting you know he has you as much as you have him,

“You can talk to me.”

You crack and splinter, caving in to his warmth and comfort. You vent the painful pangs in your heart, the dark storm that rages in your head. All that pent up grief and pain floods out into the abyss of night. To the world’s night and your night; the night that lets you cling close and embraces you readily to soften your anguish

#valorant x reader #yoru x reader #x male reader #x m reader #x transmasc reader #x trans male reader #x ftm reader #valorant #valorant yoru #reader insert #valorant fanfiction

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oveliagirlhaditright · 7 months

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Key to My Heart

Summary: In the Buffy the Vampire Slayer tie-in book "Prime Evil," the villain named Shugra--who posed as a Sunnydale High teacher--messed with Buffy's mind some (in sensing that she could be a threat to her plans, and wanting to shake her confidence) and gave her panic attacks around her. And in not being able to sense anything wrong with her, Buffy began to think that she was going insane for having such a reaction around her. The night the threat is vanquished--and she and Angel are relaxing, just trying to catch their breath--Angel asks Buffy why she never told him that she doubted herself in such a way. (You don't need to read "Prime Evil" to understand this fanfic.) Set during Buffy S3. Bangel. Birthday gift for @bisexualblckcanary.

Key to My Heart

Buffy was spending time in the mansion with Angel, after the defeat of Shugra.

The Slayer knew it was probably getting old to think such things—and surely cliché—but she really hadn’t been sure that they were going to be able to win this one. The witch had been super powerful: much more than Amy Madison’s mother had been. And she’d had so many of Sunnydale’s youth under her thumb, willing to give her power in order to see their “wildest dreams come true.” And many of her followers had been powerful, themselves, like Michael and Anya. And when the witch had put Willow out of commission, so that she couldn’t use any spells, Buffy had thought there’d be no way to stop Shugra’s plans for the Hellmouth.

But they’d persevered, once again. This time, because she and Angel had been willing to dip their toes into spellcasting. And the others—including Buffy’s own mother—had given Buffy their strength once more and it had been enough to see everything done, once Willow had convinced Shugra’s followers to not buy what the sorceress was selling.

"Buffy… was it because you think I'm crazy—the Angelus part of me, I mean--that made you not tell me you thought you were losing your mind before?" Angel asked completely out of the blue, as he lied behind her on the couch and continued to stroke her hair, much like he had earlier in the night before they went into the final battle against the woman.

She knew what Angel was talking about, of course: another of her absolute favorite traits about this villain, Buffy thought sarcastically: she somewhat messed with the Slayer’s mind at the start of everything to make her doubt herself. And that was something Buffy hadn’t realized she was doing at the time; and since she had sensed nothing about the threat—her usual spidey sense not tingling—to explain why she was giving her panic attacks, Buffy had thought she was losing it.

"Of course not, Angel,” Buffy was quick to reassure her boyfriend, gently rolling towards him and cupping his face now. She knew how sensitive he was about how he’d been when he… wasn’t himself. And understood why he was questioning her about this.

People were supposed to be honest with each other if they dated, weren’t they? And while the two of them sometimes did have trouble with that, Buffy knew that they both aimed for that with each other, and of course wanted it to be an aspect of their relationship. If she’d known Angel hadn’t told her something like this, she would have been curious, too.

That, however, didn’t mean that she was exactly comfortable talking about it now. Or that she was entirely happy that he’d brought it up, when they were supposed to be relaxing, forgetting all of the Shugra stuff. Even if she did understand it.

“So, then what-” Angel started, moving gently so that Buffy was now sitting on the sofa, and then following suit. He looked at her with penetrating, confused eyes. But Buffy was already cutting his question off with, “Thinking there was maybe something wrong with me… was something I could barely face.” It was enough that Buffy had been in an Insane Asylum once, when her parents had thought she’d gone coocoo for Cocoa Puffs—and a part of Buffy wondered if Angel knew about that, since it seemed that he’d been around when she’d first been Called in L.A.—so she’d only just been able to tell her Watcher about all of that. So to then tell Angel that there was something wrong with her? Buffy hadn’t even been able to imagine it.

“…And I wanted you to know it least of all,” Buffy finished lamely. And only after she said the words, did she realize that it was lame. Because surely, Angel would tell her that it was exactly when she was hurting so much, and clearly needed him, that she should tell him things the most.

But Angel seemed to show mercy on her—perhaps realizing that she really did want to return to the lighter mood of the night—as he smiled ever so slightly and attempted to play it off with, "…I guess that makes sense. It would kind of be like me when I didn’t want my parents to know I did badly on a test."

Buffy had to blink at Angel owlishly at least three times before she laughed slightly, because she did know Angel was trying to make her feel better about everything tonight, and pushed her boyfriend in the arm. After all, it wasn’t like him to be so tactless. Usually, it was her. "Wow, Angel. I can't believe you made that comparison. But knowing you're from a time where people didn't talk about their feelings—and also what a big deal bad marks would have been with stricter parents, I guess—I suppose I’ll allow it.”

“Just as long as I know I am ‘allowed’ things,” Angel said shyly now, playing with Buffy’s left hand and refusing to meet Buffy’s eyes. Even though he was twisting some of her last words, Buffy thought she understood what he was asking: “Would she try to tell him things from now on?” Especially since she had gotten around to explaining all of this eventually?

Well, Buffy did think that honesty was the best policy, of course. Some of her and Angel’s problems in the past were no doubt because they hadn’t spoken enough.

And Willow, recently, hadn’t been wrong, when she’d told Buffy “that’s how it should be,” about her and Angel really talking after he’d ripped out the heart of a demon and fed it to her.

So Buffy found that definitely she could agree to this, so long as Angel understood that there would be times that she might need time to organize her thoughts first.

“Of course you’re allowed the key to my heart, honey,” Buffy replied, putting her hands on her hips. She tried to say it in a matter-of-fact way, so it seemed less like she was quoting some cheesy romance novel or one of those Japanese cartoons that Xander loved so much, but she supposed she still might have sounded like one of those.

Because, after all, what she’d said was just too true. She was in love, after all.

And even when Angel would eventually stand a far distance away from her, and stare her down before leaving to go to L.A.—breaking her heart into a million microscopic pieces in the process—it would still be true.

Author's Note: I started this fic a long time ago, but while I could figure out the main parts of the conversation I wanted these two to have, I had a hard time with the things beyond that: namely the ending. I’m still not entirely sure, but whatever. I will say it’s better than some things I tried.

I just really wanted to finish this fic for bisexualblckcanary on Tumblr’s birthday this week. I hope you like it, honey:)

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lesbianwriter · 2 years

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Hi, could you continue Vampire Villain Takes Hero Shopping? You are a great writer!

Part Four

Thank you!

“Aw, you look great!” Villain gushed, motioning for Hero to twirl. Begrudgingly, Hero complied and gave a slow spin, the dress twirling at her ankles. If it lifted too much then Villain would see the stake…that wouldn’t be good.

Villain herself looked downright bewitching. It didn’t take much to make her look so breathtaking—she was naturally (or supernaturally) beautiful. Yet she further blew away the competition. From her hair to her heels she was primped and styled. She had done a perfect job of doing her own makeup; Hero could only imagine how everybody would react to the two of them showing up together.

She shuddered.

Together; that cursed word burned as if it were a hot iron pressed into the folds of her brain.

“You look good too.” Hero wrapped her arms around her chest.

“Of course I do.” Villain replied. “Vampirism really helps maintain that youthful glow, and I’ve had many, many years to practice getting my eyeliner to match on both sides.” She bounced on her heels and swooped her purse into her arms. “C’mon. It’s starting soon!”

“Yippee.” Hero sighed, allowing Villain to grab her arm. Despite that Villain wasn’t even using her inhuman strength, Hero still allowed herself to get dragged by Villain.

Even thought this event was a living nightmare— an event Hero wouldn’t get caught dead at if she had any say in the matter.

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Hero held the stake in her hands, red juice running down her hands.

An unexpected turn of events occurred. While Hero was waiting for Villain to come back from something—probably off talking to one of her popular friends—a boy had the idea to dump fruit punch on Hero. It effectively humiliated her, stained the expensive dress, and gotten her arms and hands covered in it. But it had opened up an opportunity for Hero to slip away into the locker room.

It was inevitable that Villain would find her.

That was what she was counting on.

Like a dog followed a leash, Villain had a habit of following Hero whenever she tried to run away. It was as if the two had a string tied around both their waists. Wherever one would go, the other would naturally follow, too. After Hero made a scene of running out of the room, she’d follow.

“Are you alright?” Villain asked, popping up behind Hero in a flurry of black smoke.

Hero yelped, whirling around to face the vampire standing behind her. Brandishing her weapon, she whipped her arm forward to strike Villain in the heart. She only made it halfway before Villain grabbed Hero’s arm mid thrust. She held Hero’s arm in that position, easily keeping it there while the mere human struggled to wrench free.

“I see.” Villain hummed, head tilted, a smile on her lips. “You still want to kill me after all the fun we’ve had?”

“You’re planning something. People don’t just hang out with me or be nice to me for no reason—especially not vampires. It doesn’t make sense.”

“Why does it have to make sense?” Villain questioned. Smoothly, her fingers wrapped around Hero’s wrist and pulled the arm down, coaxing the fingers away from the stake and letting it become splinters on the floor. “Is it so unbelievable that I want you to enjoy life while you have it?”

“Yes. You’ve tried to kill me plenty of times.”

“That’s because I didn’t realize something about you until much later after we met. You did it for love. What else did you even have besides that life? You had no friends, nothing to do after school,” Villain whispered, drawing Hero closer. “I figured if I helped you then you’d be happier. You’d enjoy your life while you have it.”

“Stop it.” Hero looked away. It felt too much like Villain was sticking her fingers into a bloody wound. Probing it. Infecting it. That couldn’t be.

Vampires weren’t meant to be able to help humans out of compassion—an ulterior motive was always involved.

“It’s true.” Villain persisted. She was getting closer, risking getting her dress wet with fruit punch, too. “Let me turn you into a vampire. Please.”

“That’s what this was about.” Hero breathed. “You want a playmate for your afterlife game.”

“Yes!” Villain nodded. “Well, it wasn’t the original intent. My plan was to take you to the dance and force you to have a little fun, but then you tried to kill me a minute ago and I realized it would be so much more fun if you’d live forever! Please?”

“So this whole time…there was no plan…you just wanted to have fun.” Finally, Hero let herself believe it. Her mind soaked it all in at once. Considering Villain, it wasn’t that far-fetched, but she still could hardly comprehend that Villain didn’t have some sort of evil plan—behind her spontaneity was logic. There were plans behind her chaos. Evil hidden under he smiles.

But this…

It was exactly what it appeared on the surface.

Hero wanted to slap herself.

“I tried to convince you…” Villain teased.

“How was I supposed to trust you? You suck blood! It’s simply not a normal thing for your enemy to kidnap you to the mall, take you shopping for a dress, and then insist that something isn’t going on! It’s suspicious.”

“I suppose it is.” Villain giggled. “So…is eternal afterlife off the table?”

If Hero became a vampire then her entire family would try to kill her. But on the other hand, Villain cared. She wanted Hero around—for an entire afterlife, even! Perhaps Villain wasn’t as bad as Hero thought. Maybe, just maybe, Hero could agree to it.

“What will happen if you turn me?” Hero asked. Her breathing stuttered as the fangs brushed against her skin. They were cold, sharp. All it took was a faint bit of pressure more and she’d be punctured.

Villain pulled away, but her smile was still on Hero’s neck. “You can eat the boy that dumped the punch on you.”

“No! I—I don’t want to kill anybody.”

“Alright. Then I’ll turn you and keep you nice and safe in here. Once we’re able to leave then we can leave this city…we can create new identities. We can have afterlives together.”

“…okay. Do it.”

#hero x villain #heroes and villains #villain x hero #sapphic #human x vampire #vampire x hunter #my writing

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aller-geez · 4 months

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Get to know: Zilya Faê

( @thekinkyleopard owns)

27 (700) // Non-Binary He/They // Pan-Demiromantic // Elven Vampire

Full name: Zilya Fae

Nickname:Z, Zilly, Zil

Date Of Birth: Doesn’t Remember

Big Three: Gemini

Physical Appearance —

Age: 27

Eye Color: Faded albino pink

Hair Color: White Locs with Pink highlights

Weight: 132 pounds

Height: 6’0

Race: Elven Vampire

Distinguishing Marks or Characteristics: Septum, loc charms with dangling crystals, beauty marks under their eye, nose and by their mouth, 3 claw slash marks across his face from his master, Elven ears fully pierced, pentagram with crescent moons on each side “tramp stamp” lower back branding from captivity, bite mark scars all over their body, easily covered with long sleeves, long coats and pants.

Personality —

Greatest Strength: Their historical and fictional knowledge, intelligence and innate ability to remain calm under pressure

Greatest Weakness: Their loyalty and fear of being alone

Soft Spot: Nocturnal creatures, dogs, children and Tass

Mannerisms: Amazing posture, speaks in broken old English dialect, socially awkward, either makes too much eye contact or not enough, “Fun Fact” type of MF

Miscellaneous Trivia —

Zilya used to tell stories to the younglings of their coven, it used to bond them together and it gave them a sense of belonging and comfort. Every night they would create/write a new story for the vamplings before they’d go to bed.

Zilya thinks that technology is rotten and has been the biggest downfall to all creature-kind. It creates blocks and obstacles in one’s mind and finds it to be a waste of time. Doesn’t have a cell phone. Refuses to get one even when Tass begs them.

Zilya once helped a human to freedom, one that was captured by the coven set to be drained, and to save her from such a fate, they helped her break free. It cost him a large scar across his face when his master found out, was also often starved as punishment.

Zilya is a plant parent; loooooves plants, loves herbology, loves potions and crystals, anything that comes from Mother Earth is viewed as magical and useful to Zilya.

Zilya is a necromancer, they can talk to the dead, possess a recently deceased body momentarily, reanimate a recently deceased body for as long as they can keep concentration on the spell, and summon the God of Death (can bargain if Death is in a good mood) loves to go to grave yards to speak with the deceased. Both the spirits and Z find it comforting

Sneeze Content —

ALLERGIES

The Sun! They dont burn like they used to when first turned, they actually wound up making a potion for themselves but mixed a very important ingredient incorrectly and a huge side effect of the potion is they can be in the sun but it causes them severe fits; the ingredient having made them allergic to sunlight

How severe are they?

Severe. The sun causes them uncontrollable fits until they’re back within the safety of the shadows

Do they get sick often?

Not too often as they’re immortal but can catch whatever Alistar, Kanai, Perry and any demon can pick up. Whatever can get past Hellion immune systems can also effect the Vampire

How bad is it usually?

They hate it, it’s not nearly as bad as what everyone else experiences but typically they hide away in their coffin when sick

Do they stifle?

Yes if they can help it, because they fear the mess it’ll make if they don’t (hates their own messes but loves when their partner is messy)

How loud are their sneezes?

Stifled, soft & airy

What do they sneeze into?

They have a little kerchief kept on their person at all times just incase

How often do they sneeze?

Not terribly often unless induced or exposed to the sun

How many times do they sneeze in a fit?

It’s a drawn out build up usually when induced, but in the sun it’s almost instantly a fit

Do they have build-ups or are they sudden?

In the sun it’s sudden and instant, when it’s induced, takes a minute to build up

Do they sneeze in public?

No!!!! They have the fet and it’s extremely embarrassing for anyone to hear them sneeze unless a trusted person

Some examples of their sneezes?

Tss’ssh’huhh!

H’ihtsh!

Tss’k’hih!

Backstory —

Zilya was born into a hard working family of wood Elves, but their family was starving to death, and the youngest children were sure to waste away. Without realizing what he was giving up in exchange for some comfort and wealth, Adonis had to trade away his most valued asset. Not realizing it would be his first born child, Zilya. Along with losing their eldest child the family would also lose their memories of Z ever having belonged to their family in the first place. Zilya was then whisked off to a small community of goblins that used Zilya for all their dirty work.

For 14 years, from the time they were 13, Zilya did manual labor, child care, and otherwise whatever the hell the goblins wanted. Until, a vampire by the name of Vindicus came in and slaughtered the entire village, noting the young Elven slave, seeing potential, Vinny took the captive and brought them back to the coven, deciding to try something he had failed at many times, but this time was different. Half turning someone by only completely the process by 75%. Normally, Vindicus tries with humans, goblins, or shifters, but never an Elf. Being his first success, Zilya became Half immortal.

For the next 573 years Zilya was used as a feeding bag for the coven of 15. They would feed from places that could be easily hidden, case they ever needed to send the captive out. Zilya was capable of consistently supplying blood, human blood, but there was never a limit as they were partially immortal. It couldn’t kill them to loose blood, no matter how much, as their body just produced more. Making them the perfect backup for laying low, and sparse hunting seasons. They could go in homes uninvited, live forever (within reason) produce unlimited blood, have all the charisma and cunning of a vampire. It was excellent was it not? Not really. He was soul tied to Vinny til one of them died, the sun wasn’t deadly, but it certainly didn’t feel good, and they were nauseous (as well as delusional) all the time from consistently being fed on and starved out. Another thing they couldnt do, drink their own blood. Relying on their master for the mercy to drink from him when teetering the edge of life and starvation.

Zilya was never regarded for having emotions, feelings, personality or truly even existing. When the spawn wasn’t feeding one of their coven mates, they were writing children’s stories, reading books from the library, reading their stories to the vamplings. Zilya always did have a softer spot for children. Their family may have forgotten them, but Zilya remembers their 3 younger siblings almost as clear as the day they were last back at home.

Zilya lived a very lonely life, often reminded they were disposable, that Vindicus cracked the code and all they needed to do was find more like Zilya. Vinny’s ultimate goal to have a feeding fleet.

However, they were infiltrated by Vindicus’ ex lover and competition, Armin. The two had become vampires together, out of love to save Vinny from an illness and have eternal life together. Yet, Vindicus couldn’t control the urges for power and the two wound up becoming enemies. Armin wanting to remain good, Vindicus wanting to take over with a coven army. Armin wound up being able to take down the entire coven. Zilya had begged and pleaded for mercy, explaining they weren’t apart of the coven but a slave to it.

Armin took pity on the spawn, and brought them back to his castle, realizing turning the spawn would be a better decision than leaving them a vulnerable experiment. Together they lived in Armin’s large castle, the elder teaching Zilya about controlling their urges, and resisting the need for power. Armin could see that Z was different than Vinny and had the potential to put forth more good than evil amongst society. For the next 50 years things weren’t so bad, quiet even. Zilya discovered a love for crystals, magic, potion making and herbology.

They were just starting to heal, and get used to the idea that their Master was more of a friend, than someone in charge of them, but Armin was suffering silently. After having killed their lover, their entire existence no longer mattered or made any sense. They’d become a monster to save the one they loved, to preserve the passion and love they shared, only for it to end anyway. Armin leaves one night and turns himself into a monster hunter and never returns to the castle, Zilya left to fend for themselves.

Zilya tries to live amongst society, but their craving for blood never allowed them to stay long before getting chased out for killing too many live stock. Eventually, returning to the castle, only to find it having been worse for ware from environmental tragedies. Doing their best to fix what they could, a little dog, a black papillon finds its way on the property one day when Zilya is out mixing concrete. Immediately Z falls in love with her, and names her Abyss. She is their first company since Armin’s death, and very quickly becomes their most treasured companion, realizing that Mother Earth presented them their very own familiar. Zilya cherishes her. Very soon after Abyss, comes someone that changes Zilya’s existence for all of their eternity. Tassian.

Reference Sheet —

(Coming soon..)

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Waitwaitwait - In the Imperium, William Invoked Vincent so he wouldn't harm Alexis but she has free reign to do so? But didn't he gave her up to I.D.LE? Does he care for her in some way but not to Vincent? That's so intriguing and I can't believe I missed that! Do you have any theories why he did that, Star? I love reading your thoughts and opinions!

Hello, Lady Monotone! <3

Yep!

William invoked Vincent so he couldn't kill Alexis, but Alexis was free to try to kill Vincent all she wanted

But William fully gave Alexis to the Imperium (or "sold" to use Vincent's word, considering the act gave William his territory and was 100% transactional) Last year's post-Imperium stream, Erik said something along the lines of "He chose peace, let's be real" and I've been laughing at that ever since

Vincent says that William has a soft spot for her—and that's all that's ever said about that

But Vincent also says William has a soft spot for Vincent, which is why Vincent got the information on who and where the Invoker is from William

I, personally, don't think it's a matter of "caring for Alexis" versus "not caring as much about Vincent"

I think it's a matter of trust and strength/power. And also invocation

I think William would have invoked Alexis never to kill Vincent, but remember, he gave her invocations to the Imperium. He couldn't invoke her anymore by the time he turned Vincent.

In the canon universe, Vincent speculates that he might actually be stronger than Alexis because he's been a vampire for twenty-some-odd years, but William was also thirty years older when he turned Vincent, meaning William was thirty years stronger than he was when he turned Alexis.

So Vincent is possibly stronger than her, and William still cares about her in some way and I, for one, hope we get some backstory on why she got turned like whether it was another near-fatal accident or what—so he trusts that Vincent is strong enough to protect himself from her

But also probably figures that Vincent's got some screws loose in that pretty boy head of his and he can't trust Vincent not to try to kill Alexis, so he chose to invoke Vincent with the ongoing command to never try to take her out

Does that make sense?

#Redacted ASMR #Redacted Imperium #Redacted Cataclysm #Cataclysm spoilers #answered #okay it's not really spoilers because this is plot /setup/#but i'm being polite

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🩸❤️ Selfship-tober- Day 4: Werewolf

October 4, Day 4, Werewolf

"Do you belive in werewolves Miss Pierre," Risotto asked.

The woman in question, was sitting at a board game with the co-leader, Prosciutto. Who let out a long groan.

"Come on Boss. Not this again," Procsuitto gave, making the girl raise an eyebrow.

"It's that time of year again. I'm serious. Miss Pierre. Do you belive in werewolves. Or vampires or ghosts-"

She moved a chess peice on the board bringing the other man's attention back to it. Miss Pierre, or Elizabeth Pierre... was staring at the La Squadran Boss.

"I belive in ghosts. And Vampires. I've fought both. But werewolves? Nah...." she waved a hand with a small smile. "Do you?"

"Of course. I've fought all three personally."

"Liar!!!" Ghiaccio loudly went. "YOU TELL THIS STORY EVERY YEAR."

"I don't LIE," Risotto mocked offense, putting a hand to his chest. With a smirk he glanced to Elizabeth. "Would you like to hear it?"

Illuso jumped up, covering the girls eyes and pulling her away from the board game and also further away from Risotto. "She's good bossman."

"I wouldn't mind it."

"Well. It all started before I was head of assassinations," he began, kicking his feet up. "Far before I knew anyone here, but after I became a stand user."

"Diavolo was having me do a guard for this girl. About your size. Smaller than me, heh. As most people are. But she was very timid, unlike your fiesty self."

She raised and eyebrow and listened to his story.

"She wasn't a stand user either. Diavolo didn't want to risk anything and my job was to protect her from any wrong doings. Nothing unusual. All she had to do was stay in her hotel room. Every night we'd change to a different one and that required walking... it was a whole thing."

"One night, during a hotel room switch... a man was following us. One unlike any other I had ever seen. He wasn't normal but I didn't sense a stand on him... but he was following me and the girl."

Risotto, a man of 6'11", stood up. Switching a light off and then pulling a lamp for some added affect.

"I ignored the man and took her to her hotel room. Guarded her. And the next night.... the same man followed. Never harming her or me, or approaching...."

"But always stalking... like a beast in the grass."

"One night, on a full moon... he finally did approach. And it was when we were almost at the Hotel too. He did it quicker than I've ever seen. He shoved me to the concrete... and pounced the girl!"

Elizabeth sat in her seat, holding the sides. "The small girl, of course, like a little sheep couldn't fight the beast. He got up and shoved him off the best to my ability, but the creature was something of strength I had never seen."

"Eyes like the red moon. Fur over his body.... the big boss didn't belive me when I tried telling him what happened... but I know what I saw Miss Pierre."

She blinked as he got up real close into her personal space. His said red eyes staring deep into hers. "A small little woman. Torn to shreds by a beast."

"Is that a threat Risotto Nero?" She asked.

"No. It's a warning. For Widows like yourself, wandering around Italy with nothing," Peoscuitto leaned over the chess board, sighing along with the boss' story.

"Because red eyed beasts come from the dark and snatch up girls like you," Risotto smiled.

She gulped, holding her chair. Thinking about the October wind outside and how she still needed to walk how to the other base that she actually resided in.

Risotto... a red eyed... tall man of almost over six feet. A stand user who could manipulate blood and iron. That was the threat.

She didn't say anything and continued her chess game with Prosciutto, scared for the night to come.

🪔❤️ ~○ Fin ○~ ❤️🪔

#selfshiptober 2022 #self ship community #star selfshiptober #selfshiptober #self ship #●p.jjba #self shipping community #self shipping #self insert #f/o x s/i #romantic f/o #self insert community #GRRRR RISOTTO CONTENT #jjba self insert #jjba self ship

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King of the Damned Part 3

This is the 3rd part of King of the Damned. I published it on Wattpad a while ago, but forgot to post it here. Sorry! I’m almost done with Part 4, so that will be up shortly.

If you haven’t read the earlier parts:

Part 1

Part 2

Trigger Warnings: None for this chapter.

Part 3 - The Choice

Song for this chapter: Hallowed Ground - Bishop Briggs

From dawn till dusk.

That's how much time she gave him. After he had regained his strength the night before, she had somehow gotten clothes for him to wear so he could leave the hotel in something other than bits and pieces of shredded leather. When he asked about her clothes, she simply smiled at him like he was cute for asking, but said not to worry. That people didn't see her if she didn't want them to.

Which was a whole new mind fuck for him. Vampires could make themselves invisible? He wondered if all vampires could, or if that was just her.

How would he know if she was nearby? He couldn't really feel anything through this "bond" that she had created. But he hoped that it would somehow alert him if she was nearby.

He asked how he would find her to give her his answer at the end of the day, and she simply smirked at him and disappeared. After thinking for it a bit, he realized it was a stupid question. She had told him that with the bond she would be able to find him. He just had to be ready with an answer.

Last night was..... fuck. It was indescribable, really. His mind was reeling from all the new information. At his reality being shattered, and yet, somehow making complete sense now. The reason he never quite felt like he fit in anywhere. The way he could feel other energies he couldn't really explain. Of course there was more to the world than what they could see. What they were told was real. People were trying to say that all the time, but were dismissed as 'crazy' or 'weird'.

What if the reason he never felt like he fit in was because he didn't? At least, not in the human world? What if he was meant to fit in another world? One hidden away from humans. Another big question he had - what other things besides vampires were there? Were all the stories true? Werewolves? Fae? Goblins? The fucking Loch Ness Monster? Where did the stories end and the truth begin? And was he really ready to find out?

His curiosity was winning over any arguments he had in his brain that were trying to convince him it was a bad idea to involve himself permanently in a world he knew nothing about. But overriding his curiosity about that world was his desire for HER. Estrilda. He was captivated. Even now, not being in her presence, she had woven her way into his mind, his body, his soul. He had never felt such a connection with anyone. At the time, he figured it was her magic making him feel that way. And now, he supposes, she could have done something when she drank from him to keep that feeling going. But when he assesses his feelings, he realizes that very little of what he was drawn to was her vampirism. It was simply...HER.

But was she worth giving up his humanity for? His friends and family and life as he knew it? He knew the trade-offs she offered were what most people could only wish for. Immortality.. Power...Mind-numbing pleasure... But he had never sought out those first two. Though he could definitely get on board for that third. But the cost was high. He didn't every really consider himself religious, but he did believe in souls. And the possibility of losing his.... forever..... was terrifying. Would he even be himself anymore if he didn't have his soul? What about his family? He never was close to them, even though he was an only child. But they were still his parents. His friends? Well, they all thought he was a bit weird anyways. He didn't have many he was close with. They all started out really liking him, thinking he was attractive and fun to be around. But whenever he would start talking about metaphysics or vocalized his observations or predictions about the future, they would inevitably freak out enough to back away from him. They always went from "Oh, have you met Harry?? He's amazing!" to "Oh, you've met Harry? Yeah, he's a bit weird." It was exhausting to even try to make friends anymore. The constant rejection when he put himself out there was just too much for a someone as sensitive to emotions as he was.

So no, he wouldn't miss his "friends". They mostly invited him to parties because they knew if he came, others would come, just to be around him. Because even though he was too "weird" to get really close to, he was still attractive, and incredibly captivating and charismatic. People were drawn to him naturally, and as long as he didn't try to talk too much, they liked how they felt around him. He often thought of those people as 'vampires', actually. "Energy vampires." They were happy to take whatever energy they could feed off from him, but would never give him anything back. He had to learn pretty young how to draw kind of a barrier between him and other people so their thoughts and feelings wouldn't get too overwhelming for him. So their constant attention didn't completely drain him. He found a lot of meditations and visualizations helped. That's what he was doing in the back yard when Estrilda had found him. Nature always helped him.

That's where he was now. In nature. In his favorite place. He had found this amazing clearing in a forest quite by accident, but it felt....sacred. There were trees surrounding him, and soft grass around a small waterfall and river, with a few large rocks perfect for sitting on close to the water. It always reminded him of one of those paintings that had magical creatures in it. It certainly looked as though some fairies decided this would be a good spot for gatherings and simply made it just for them. He always felt a peaceful calmness in this space. Whenever he needed a 'battery reboot', or to clear himself of any nasty energy clinging to him, he came here. He found that when he dipped his feet in the water, it cleared his mind even more. And that's what he needed. A clear mind.

It was surprisingly warm for the end of October. There was still a crispness to the air that comes with late autumn, but the sun was out. A rarity, for sure. And it was warm, beating down on his body, warming his skin where the air had cooled it.

This was another thing he would miss. The feeling of the sun. She had said they could go out in the sun, but that it was incredibly painful. He would never feel the sun like this again. Caressing his skin gently. Warming him from the inside out.

He wondered what else he would be giving up that she hadn't told him about.

Despite the chilly air, he felt warmed enough by the sun to put his feet in the water. He carefully removed his socks and shoes and placed them next to the rock. Rolling up his pants legs he dipped one foot in, swearing softly at the cold water, before lowering his other foot. After a few minutes, they were too numb to be cold, and he could feel the soothing powers of the water washing away the tension from his body. Clearing the webs from his mind, and leaving a cool, refreshing feeling in his bones. It was like the water had seeped under his skin, infused his veins and washed through his body. That feeling cleaning him from within, before washing back out into the water. Like a 'rinse cycle' for his soul.

His soul.

That was the biggest sacrifice when it all came down to it. He only saw his parents every few years as it was. He didn't have any close friends. He didn't feel like he 'fit in' with humanity. But his soul. THAT he was more connected to than anything else in his life. It was HIM. How could he be HIMSELF if he didn't have a soul?? He had always believed that our purpose on this earth was soul evolution. To grow, to learn, to deal with Karma from past lives and work on evolving and moving towards enlightenment. If he gave up his soul, then were all his past lives for naught? All the learning and growing - only to give it up? And what would happen to it? To him? Did she actually SAY that he wouldn't have a soul? How did she know? How did that work? Because he swore he felt a connection with her, and what was that feeling if not her soul connecting with his? Maybe she was wrong. She was a very old being, sure, but she could still be wrong, right? He didn't know how anyone could connect the way they did without both of them having their souls.

A splash distracted him from his thoughts, and he quickly turned his head towards the noise. It was a very large splash. It had come from over nearby the waterfall. He kept his eyes trained on the area, but this time with the open mind that there might be things there beyond what his human eyes were trained to see. He let his mind open to the possibilities of seeing The Other. The realm beyond the human or physical realm.

And he saw it.

First he saw a head, a human head, and arms, and then a huge tail as it splashed again, breaking the surface. A fucking mermaid. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me", Harry muttered to himself.

He shook his head and let out a low chuckle at the irony of him seeking out a place to think about giving up the human world, only to find comfort in a place obviously not made for humans. No wonder he had always felt so peaceful here.

He knew that he was not supposed to have seen the mermaid, and he really wasn't ready for another magical being to proposition him, or get angry with him for being there. So he pretended he saw nothing, and calmly pulled his feet from the water and dried them best as he could with the outside of his socks before putting them back on his damp feet, followed by his shoes.

He rose and took a few deep breaths, breathing in the purity and peacefulness of the clearing around him. He turned his face up to the sun and allowed it to kiss his skin once more.

He had made his decision. He just had some loose ends to tie up before dusk....

.................................................

Estrilda had been resting most of the day, knowing she would need her strength for tonight. She spent much of her time researching Harry, to know everything about him. She had her Seethe find any and all information about him, his family, his friends, and even had her most trusted vampire do a thorough genealogical search to see if she could find a reason for his special abilities. Just because he thought was was purely human didn't mean he was. And she couldn't be breaking any rules simply because she hadn't done her research.

She was pleased to find out that it didn't seem like Harry had many people he was close to that she could tell. Parents that were divorced and distant, busy in their own lives. He was raised mostly by nannies, apparently. He had a decent income, but wasn't wealthy by any means. He ran his own business doing parlor tricks like tarot and psychic readings, energy clearings and the such. She was fairly sure that if he were to disappear, no one would be over much surprised, or distraught. Which was perfect for her.

The most intriguing thing that she had found was that Harry's family had come from a line of Salem witches back in the 1600's. An ancestor of his had managed to escape the brutal witch trials, and moved far away to start a new life. This might explain some of his heightened abilities, but since he technically was not a witch himself, she wasn't breaking any rules by changing him.

So she spent the remainder of the day preparing. She fed well, so she would be able to stop when she had to in order for Harry to survive The Change. If she took too much, he would simply cross over into the land of the dead permanently, and she wouldn't be able to bring him back. And with how addictive and delicious his blood was, she had had a very difficult time controlling herself the night before.

The feelings Harry evoked in her should have made her nervous to change him. But they had quite the opposite effect. She was excited. It's very easy to become bored over the centuries because nothing really new ever happened. To her, anyways. Yes, the world changed around them, but food tasted like food. And by food, she meant humans. They roughly all tasted the same, just with slightly different tones. Much like red wine. Sex was sex. Enjoyable, pleasurable. But nothing new.

The only thing that had really brought her amusement and happiness over the years was how music had changed. She found something she liked in every new era of music. This was a constantly evolving and changing thing, and she enjoyed watching the humans react to it as well. Music was the only thing that could really evoke.....feelings.... in her. For the most part, she felt an empty void where her soul should have been. But some music could bring different feelings into that void. It was....soothing.

It was almost dusk, almost time for her to go to him. She had told her Seethe she had found their new family member, and that she would be bringing him back for The Change. She let it be known, under threat of permanent death, that NO ONE was to feed from him but her. She didn't even want them seeing him, to be honest. She felt quite territorial about him, which was another new feeling for her. So they knew to stay away from her wing of the mansion until they were invited back. Only her second in command would be allowed, to serve them, bring them anything needed to make The Change more comfortable for the both of them.

He approached her now. "My Queen, do you need anything before you go? Is there anything you would like me to prepare for your return?" He didn't ask her any questions about the mortal she had chosen. He knew better than to question her judgement by asking if she was sure she had made the right choice. She was his Queen. His Creator. He would never question her.

"Yes, Zayn. Please make sure the room is warm, that there is extra blood nearby if we need it, and that no one disturbs us." She smiled at him. She had chosen well with Zayn. He was one of her first fledglings, and she couldn't be happier with how he had turned out. He was incredibly special to her.

"Yes, Mistress." He bowed and turned to do her bidding.

Estrilda looked at the fading sun outside and opened her bond to Harry. True to her word, she had given him from dawn till dusk to put his affairs in order and make his decision, free of her influence. Now she would find out if she was right about him. She hoped he had abided by her rules and didn't try to lie to her. She would be very sad if she had to kill him before she had truly gotten to enjoy him.

She quickly pinpointed his location, and in a flash she was in his apartment. She wanted to wait a few moments before letting herself become visible to him. She wanted to observe him without his awareness of her presence, to see what he was like with his guard down.

But it was a futile desire on her part. As soon as she entered the room, he immediately tensed up as he felt her presence. He didn't need to see her to know she was there. He had actually felt a small tingle moments prior to her arrival, that must have signaled her opening their bond. He looked around the flat, not seeing her, but feeling the thickness pulse of energy she carried with her always.

"Estrilda?" He called out. He knew she was there. "Why won't you let me see you?" He spoke into the seemingly empty room.

Estrilda shouldn't have been surprised by his perception. She had seen firsthand how sensitive he was to her presence. She smiled at the power of his perception as she let herself be seen.

"I should have known better than to try to hide from you..." She shimmered before solidifying in her form and sauntered towards him.

His mouth went dry, pulse speeding up as his eyes drank her in like parched lips. She wore a glossimer thin white gown, with slits in the legs on both sides up to her hips, and in the middle up just below the junction of her thighs. The fabric flowed loosely around her long toned legs before cinching at her waist like a delicate sheer corset. The top was a plunging neckline all the way down to the top of the corset waist, showing her delectable cleavage, reminding him of how her breasts had felt in his palms the night before. The sleeves billowed much like the skirt, with slits opening the arms from the shoulder to the elbow, only to part completely after the small tie at the elbow. Her dark skin glowed against the white fabric. She was ethereal.

She looked like an angel, not a creature from the devil. His preconceived notions had expected her to show up in gold, or red, or black. He should have known that she wouldn't fall into the stereotypes he held in his head.

He gulped as his whole body vibrated with need for this vision in front of him. He had already made his decision, but if he had harbored any doubts, seeing her would have immediately silenced them.

He had spent the afternoon readying his affairs in preparation. He had sent out emails to any clients he had scheduled, cancelling their sessions. He posted on social media he was going on a 5 year retreat, unsure of his return, wishing everyone all the best. He had called his parents and told them he would not be available for the foreseeable future, but would contact them when he could. He told them he loved them. He handed in his notice to his landlord, and hired a moving company to move his things into a storage unit. It should have depressed him how quickly he could pack his life up. But he could only find relief in that it was as simple as it was, so he could be ready for her arrival.

Estrilda was pleased at his reaction to her. She knew the white would surprise him. It always did. She didn't know why humans thought vampires wouldn't wear white. Was it because it was harder to wash blood out of? As if they minded blood stains. And this dress would be red by the end of the night anyways. She was sure of it.

"Have spoken to anyone about what I told you? About my kind?" She paused to wait, knowing if he lied to her or said yes, her dress would be red much sooner than she had wanted it to be, and with a very different outcome than she had in mind.

"No." His answer was swift and honest.

Pleased, she asked the next most important question.

"Have you made your decision?" She cocked her head as she continued to glide towards him slowly, taking in the scent of his blood pumping faster and faster through his body, her hunger growing despite having fed well during the day.

"Y..Yes..." Harry managed to stutter out, her presence making it difficult for him to force coherent sounds out of his mouth.

"And?" She asked with a smile, already knowing the answer. She could see it. She could feel it.

Harry forced his eyes to close, breaking contact with her, taking a deep breath to bring himself back to his body. He had one more question for her. Though he decided that his answer was going to be the same, regardless of what hers was.

Looking back up, he found his voice and managed a full sentence, "I have one more question, if you would allow me, please..."

"Of course you do." She couldn't decide if she was irritated or amused, so she decided she was a little bit of both. What she was certain of was that she was getting impatient. She had never given anyone this long to choose before, or allowed so many questions. "Ask it, then we will proceed..."

Harry was surprised at the strength of his own voice as he asked his final question, "What happens to my soul if I become one of you?"

Estrilda was taken aback by his question. She had never been asked that before. Most human wanted more tangible answers. Like, would they ever die? Or how much would it hurt? Or would they have to kill people? No one had asked about their soul before.

She stopped in her movements towards him and furrowed her brows, thinking about his question. Truth was, she didn't know, exactly. She was told that it left during the process of The Change, thinking its body was no longer alive. Which was a good thing, because most souls couldn't maintain sanity with the amount of death that vampires lived with....and caused.

She was as honest with him as she could be. "I can't answer what happens to your soul, Harry. I know it leaves your body during The Change, since souls do not stay in bodies that are not alive. I think it a blessing, because a soul sensitive and good like yours would have a difficult time dealing with the amount of death that we live with as vampires..."

Harry closed his eyes to process this information. Of course he had no idea what to expect. But something told him that it was more complicated than her reply. He had a deep knowing in his gut that his soul would not leave, that he would still be himself, but perhaps an improved version of himself, after going through The Change.

"OK," He finally spoke. "Thank you. For your honesty. For the gift of the time you've given me. Your answer doesn't change my decision, I just needed to know. To prepare myself....." He stepped towards her, hand reaching out to gently caress her face, fingers softly grazing her cheek.

"I'm ready.....I'm yours."

Estrilda smiled widely at his words, fangs flashing in her mouth, eyes glowing with happiness and hunger.

"I know."

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She made him drive them to her home. Said it would drain her too much to get them both there the way she came, and she needed her strength as much as he needed his. It felt surreal to Harry to be driving his car sitting next to a Vampire Queen. It was even more surreal that she kept playing with the radio to find a song she liked. For some reason, he just didn't think about vampires liking music. Well, modern music anyways. He had had the image in his mind of them only enjoying instrumental or opera music. Another stereotype busted in his mind.

It shocked him to his core when she had gotten excited about Queen playing on one of the stations and had sat back to start singing along. He was captivated by her melodic voice as much as he was entertained to find out not even vampires were immune to the powers of Bohemian Rhapsody.

"Come on, Harry, I know you know the words," she looked at him expectedly. In that moment, she didn't look like an ancient vampire queen. She looked like a youthful and happy woman, enjoying a drive.

He couldn't help but smile back and start singing along to the chorus.

"I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me.."

"He's just a poor boy from a poor family... spare him his life from this monstrosity.."

They switched off lyrics, building up to the crescendo chorus, until they joined in together:

"Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me...... for me......For MEEEE!!"

Harry reached forward and cranked up the lyrics and they did the only thing one does when the drums and guitar went off.

They headbanged and shouted out the rest of the song together at full volume.

The song came to it's typical epic ending, as they were nearing their destination. Harry slowed the car as he came to the narrow road at the same time the music slowed down. He reached forward and turned the volume down.

He had needed that. Something normal in the insanity of the last 24 hours. And something that showed him that there would still be something normal in his life after he Changed. He felt even more confident that perhaps some vampires at least managed to hang on to their souls. Because he didn't understand how anyone without a soul could enjoy music the way that she seemed to.

She laid her head back on the headrest and turned her face to smile at him, "You're surprised.."

His smile matched her own, dimples indicating his happiness in that moment, "I am. I know I keep on assuming stereotypes, but I never thought vampires would enjoy this kind of music, or would headbang...or had watched Wayne's World!"

"Oh, Harry," she sighed, "Eternity truly would be a curse if you didn't find ways to have fun and enjoy yourself. Music and movies have been some of my favorite advances in society in the last 100 years. So much better than the dark ages. Whenever cultures advance in some way, music and art has always led the way. You'll see..."

The realization that he would live to see what society and the world would come up with in the next 100....200...500 years or more was just too much for his mind to truly comprehend. Instead he focused on his driving as they came to the end of the road and he saw the magnificent mansion splayed out before him. Now this. THIS is where he would expect a vampire queen to live. He was glad at least one of the stereotypes had played out correctly. It looked old, yet updated and modern at the same time. It had gothic architecture that reminded him of a castle, even though it was at the end of a private road out in the woods.

His mouth dropped open as he leaned forward to take it all in. Finally stopping the car in front of the manor, he wasted no time in getting out so he could truly take in the magnificent building in front of him.

Estrilda let him take his time looking at his new home for the next 200 years. And she hoped, for longer.

When it seemed as though his eyes had taken their fill, she held out her hand to him and simply commanded him, "Come."

Together they walked inside where he was just as in awe of the interior as he was the exterior. He was amused at the copious amounts of crosses that seemed to decorate the house in a somewhat mocking way. But it was clean, open, and tasteful. There were heavy drapes in front of the windows, but he figured that was out of necessity since sunlight was painful to them. Since it was nighttime, though, the drapes had been pulled back, allowing the light of the moon to illuminate the dark empty rooms. There were simple lamps and wall sconces lighting their way as she led him up a staircase and down a long hallway. He wondered where the other vampires were, since she had called this her Seethe, and mentioned a 'family' of sorts.

They finally came to a large wooden door, that she quickly opened and walked through. He followed at a slower pace, taking in as much as he could of the decor, the paintings that looked familiar. He realized that they were probably original paintings by the old artists themselves, the kind that should be in a museum. But of course, she had likely gotten them right when they had been created.

His eyes danced around the room, taking in the soft hues, the chaise lounge and large wingback chair in the corner, the bookshelves lined with likely rare and first editions (though he swore he saw some modern works on there too - was that Anne Rice?), the fireplace that had a fire warming the space. They finally landed on the large 4 poster bed sitting in the center of the space. With what looked like restraints tied to the corners of the posts.... For fun or necessity? He wondered as a chill went up his spine.

Estrilda gave him a moment to observe his surroundings, to get comfortable. But the hour was getting late. And she had already given him more time than was prudent. She was taking a moment to ensure that everything was as she needed for what was to come, and then made her way back over to Harry.

His eyes stopped their roving and immediately landed on her as soon as she started to walk towards him again. This was it. He started to feel nerves bubble up in his belly as his mouth felt like cotton. His skin and hands were clammy, as it seemed all the moisture that was supposed to be in his mouth was suddenly being extruded by his skin instead.

"Wha.....What now?" He stammered out, his heart pounding loud enough for her to hear it even without vampiric hearing abilities.

Estrilda could feel his nerves in her own body, as the waves of fear exuded off him. This is the part they were always afraid, or nervous. But she had never felt it in reflected in her own body before. Interesting. He was more than just an empath then. He could imprint his emotions onto others as well. That was going to be fun to teach him how to control, she thought. Under the nerves she felt from him, though, she felt an underlying excitement, which pleased her greatly. He was brave, her Choice.

She closed the distance between them, pressing her body against his, feeling the same electrical connection as the night before, two charges sparking as they met. She placed her hand on his chest against his bare skin where his button up shirt was parted. Now she could feel his heartbeat as well as smell it and hear it. As soon as her skin touched his, the nerves that had been emanating off him was replaced by arousal and excitement. She looked up into his face, and saw that lust reflected in his green eyes that seemed to be glowing in the darkness. His pupils were already dilated, showing a hunger that she didn't expect to see yet. But this hunger was for her, not for the blood he would be craving soon. She indulged herself in his eyes for a moment, enjoying that for now, that hunger was ONLY for her.

"Now," she purred, "We begin...."

Part 4 - The Change

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Author's Note

Please don't kill me.

I was totally going to have this chapter be The Change. But I'm already over 5K words, and I decided to have an entire chapter dedicated solely to that instead of one chapter that was going to end up being like, 13K words.

It'll do my best to make it worth the wait, I promise. I just wanted to do it justice.

Estrilda’s Dress, as I imagined it:

And of course, Vampire Zayn. You’re welcome. See? You can’t be mad at me. I gave you Vampire Zayn!!

Thanks for reading! :)

#harry styles smut #harry styles au #Harry Styles #vampire #fanfic

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🥞 💐 🙈 ✏️ for ophelia, abigail, and miri!

🥞 Favorite Comfort Breakfast Ophelia She'd never admit it, but cake donuts that are baked with cinnamon sugar and honey (fried if she's feeling extra naughty)

Abby Oatmeal with cinnamon, apples, and dried cranberries. Preferably made with milk rather than water. Makes for a creamier texture.

Miri Strawberry Pancakes! Or really any sort of fruit pastry. Pancakes, Crepes, Muffins, and all manner of bread and berries are her go-to.

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💐 Create a bouquet for them! What do these flowers mean? Are any of these their particular favorite?

Not a florist nor a gardener, so these might not make any sense but I just chose flowers and other greenery that I would associate them rather than it making a nice and/or possible in reality bouquet, lol. Also took meanings from this and this website, because, while reading, found out there are no hard and fast rules about what means what, so I just picked and chose from which version I liked best.

Ophelia Cranberry-Cure for heartache Lily of the Valley-Return to Happiness (this one is her favorite) Snapdragon-Presumption, Deception, Gracious Lady

Abby Daisy-Innocence, Purity, Loyal Love (this one's her favorite) Hibiscus-Delicate Love Sweet Pea-Good-bye; Departure; Blissful Pleasure; Thank You for a Lovely Time

Miri Fern-Magic, Fascination, Confidence, Shelter Amaryllis-Pride, Timidity, Splendid Beauty Honeysuckle-Generous and Devoted Affection (she likes the smell of this one)

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🙈 See no evil-What's a side of your oc that they don't want to show to other people?

Ophelia How scared she really is. Scared for her family's future, especially her younger siblings. Being accused of a crime she didn't commit and yet still blamed for it. Taken out of her element when she's wormhole-d to the Sengoku era and all the fears that came with that.

Abby How starved for affection and love she is. She didn't have a loving family situation growing up and ending up at Comte's mansion, while scary at first bc holy shit vampires are real!! It was in the mansion that she genuinely laughed and smiled for the first time in a long time, picked up painting again as something for fun and not as something that looked good on a resume, and got to hold hands and give and receive warm hugs from everyone, felt like a human being for once in her life. She still wonders if she's still dreaming some days, even cuddled up with Vincent as he whispers how much he loves her.

Miri How deep her insecurities run. Ostracized for most of her life because she could see and talk to ghosts, demons, angels, and other supernatural beings, and how the normal humans around her didn't like that (like her parents, teachers, classmates, etc), she isn't in the best place mentally when she's whooshed suddenly to Devildom. How once she came to Devildom, she started learning things about herself that she never knew, like about her ancestor, and how strong her powers actually are and have the potential to be (the fact that she (accidentally) pulled down six demons at once (including Lucifer) without breaking a sweat unnerved her so badly.)

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✏ Is there a particular quote/lyric you associate with them? (Time to embarrass myself by exposing my music tastes because my brain can't quotes rn!)

Ophelia "I cannot fight how I feel If angels ever were real They'd take this broken heart out of my chest" -Land of the Living, Jonathan Young

Abby "Only yesterday when I was sad and I was lonely. You showed me the way to leave the past and all its tears behind me." -Only Yesterday, Carpenters

Miri "Well, you showed me how it feels To feel the sky within my reach And I always will remember all the strength you gave to me Your love made me make it through Oh, I owe so much to you You were right there for me"

-There You'll Be, Faith Hill

#meme thingys #ask my ocs things #ophelia of revaire #abigail clarke (oc)#miriam (obey me mc)#thank goodness obey me doesn't have last names so I don't have create one for Miri #hooray for lazy character creation!#The quickest way to describe my music taste is that I like rock #both hard and soft rock #I like to pretend I'm cool and badass but I also love the cheese too #oh cheese my beloved #the easiest parts were the flowers and the lyrics #breakfast was hardest #still trying to figure out why that is #also like to add that Abby and Miri enjoy breakfast more in the company of their respective found families #land of living also has Kennyo vibes to it #probably why I chose it for Ophelia lol #has Nobu vibes too if you squint #others if you squint harder

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‘Let. Her. Go,’ Cami said through gritted teeth. Alia didn’t need to be looking to know her older sister’s grip on the stake had her knuckles burning white. She didn’t need to see the way her teeth were almost bared; eyes tracking the idle pacing of not-Eden, concern burning behind them all the while. Alia didn’t need to see any of it because she’d seen it all; it was practically burnt into her memory.

The demon possessing Eden laughed. Eden’s laugh with a hint of unfamiliar maliciousness that made the whole thing wrong. That made it harder to ignore exactly what was happening.

What they’d let happen.

‘You know I’m not doing to do that,’ the demon sneered.

‘Use me instead.’ Justin, adding his two pence despite the tremor of fear in his voice. Despite his desire to be as far from the magic and hell that came with it.

Another laugh; Alia tensed but kept her eyes on the page. There had to be another way. She refused to accept the only option was to kill the… To kill Eden.

‘Oh honey, you’re not worth anything,’ not-Eden said, voice almost a caress.

‘That’s a lie,’ Alia said, finally looking up. It tore at her, seeing Eden but barely recognising her. There was no brightness to her expression, no easy smile or lightened eyes. Even her fashion sense appeared to currently be controlled by the demon. Still, for Eden’s sake she matched that cold, unrelenting stare.

‘Is it?’ not-Eden asked sweetly, cocking her head like an interested puppy. An oddly Eden gesture. ‘What exactly does he bring to this little outfit?’ She waved her hand dismissively between them all. ‘I have decent magic. Buffy here slays vampires. Hell, even you have a little box of tricks to explore. But him? I could snap him and it wouldn’t make a blind bit of difference.’

The posturing was all it took for Alia to throw a shield spell in front of Justin before not-Eden struck. It was pathetic, little more than a ward, but it absorbed the painful strike sent his way. Shattered into a cascade of colourful shards as the superior magic collided with it.

Not-Eden gave a slow clap. ‘Well done. Now, do you want to share the good news or shall I?’

‘You’ve got something?’ Cami found her voice before Justin could. It was more demand than question, the urgency of it palpable. Still, hope lingered in her voice; a craving for a concrete plan. After all, possessions and demons were Alia’s domain. This was meant to be her strength.

Alia’s eyes narrowed at not-Eden. Even looking so much like the sweetest of the siblings, there was something innately wrong with it all. Slowly, however, she trailed her attention to Cami, felt Justin’s eyes on her as well. She fought to keep her voice steady, to give them hope when her own reserves were so dangerously low.

‘Yes,’ she said, looking at her siblings and hearing the low, disbelieving hiss from the demon. ‘There was a book.’ She glanced at the demon, saw the eagerness behind its eyes; it really wasn’t sure. Alia beckoned her siblings closer, but kept her voice a touch too loud, laying seeds as she’d done before and really hoping the ploy may take even a slight root. Anything to buy them time, however much it broke her heart to leave Eden in the claws of that thing any longer. ‘Buried in a New Orleans tomb. Supposedly a Witch Doctor who could banish all spirits, even those meant to be in a body. We get that, we get Eden back.’

‘Oh honey,’ not-Eden crooned, before everything went black.

#Repost #Made By Me #Drabble #Crossover #Crossover With fiercefray #Constantine OCs #The Mystery of St. Michael's #Alia Underwood #Justin Moreaux #Alia Underwood & Justin Moreaux

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muta-masa · 1 year

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currently on summer vacation from uni, and rn my current hyperfixation is these three fantasy ocs: a knight, the “voice of god,” and the last dragon. they’re giving me brainrot and make me want to develop them through a dnd campaign for some reason?? anyone offering or-

anyway, i’ll put my little notes here so i don’t crowd my sketchbook:

voice of god -

he/she/it

was royalty who passed away hundreds of years ago - finally woke up when it realized its bloodline (name and link to power, physically and politically) is about to die out

their "crown" is really a weight, to keep it in limbo on the mortal plane, to punish it with the inability to interact with the living - like a ghost seen by no one

the barbed wire woven into her hair reminiscent of its coffin, where she surrounded herself with barbed wire to ward off desecrators - the pain keeps him awake

there's an opening in his chest, where he can summon a blood sword, used to find those in his bloodline, and to spill the blood of those that aren’t her kin

doesn't feel any pain

vampiric parasite that needs blood spilled in its honor to be kept in existence - powered by prayers only if the patron knows one of its many names

is able to possess people for a short amount of time, but primarily influence people through visions and audio hallucinations

it latches on to the knight it finds out working in the fields

able to turn parts of their body from corporeal to physical for a short period of time - often takes the form of a stone bust or a piece of stone to be carried in the pocket of the knight

knight -

she/her/they/them

a child born out of wedlock to a banished prince - he gave her a pendant to remind her of where she came from, but she wants nothing to do with the royal family because of how they treat the impoverished - often leaves the pendant in a drawer

they live as a farmer, tending to livestock, but would put on their dad’s armor every once in a while to build up strength

when she wears the pendant and a piece of armor, she hears a voice telling her to return to her rightful place on the throne

she wants to make a change for the people she grew up with (and also is getting bored of her animals), so she agrees to do as the voice says, and wears her father’s armor - like joan of arc

they cut their hair short and wear an armored mask and the pendant, concealing their identity as they try to infiltrate the kingdom

their mission is to find the crown the voice wore when it was still living - only the knight’s blood can activate it/pick it up, so it’ll prove her legitimacy

the last dragon -

it/they/she

they’re the last of their kind, after their parents died to an extinction campaign lead by the royalty of the neighboring kingdom - a centipede-dragon race that stays low to the ground

it lives on the outskirts of the kingdom - only aggressive when approached with hostility

they can’t breathe fire like her family members, but they have another magic ability - able to use smoke, mist and ash to conceal themselves

she would use her magic to steal from people, often artifacts that were taken from her people long ago

has a connection with a deity on another plane of existence - they’re not able to pronounce the deity’s name but they can understand some of the words it’s saying - the deity gave them their magic, the last connection they have to their culture

she was told that the souls of her family and ancestors are in those stolen objects and that she can set them free if she gathers them all in one place

she’s able to summon the “Deity’s Hand” every once in a while if she’s in a pinch and needs a quick hand (haha) - the hand will appear in the smoke and either defend her or attack for her, but it only lasts for a few minutes, until the threat is dead or gone

had its eyes sewn shut in order to hone its other senses - sound and touch

#multo_ocs #00_oneoff #fantasy

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eclipsecrowned · 2 years

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pineapple and strawberry for Karin and Kris? // @writedisaster

🍍 : how comfortable is my muse in their body? how do they feel about their height, weight, strength, and body type? how important is being attractive to them?

Not very, admittedly. Whether due to childhood trauma or her status as prey among apex predators, Karin is hyperaware of her body and seeking to guard it. The mind is weak, she knows, but perhaps she can find a way to shield the flesh from every threat. Her body is an unsteady vessel on a choppy sea, and there are times she has very little regard for it, at least towards maintenance. Its safety is always the priority, after all, though her chest always seems too tight and she is painfully aware of how the blood rushes in her ears any time a man is too close to her.

She likes her height, at least. Her father gave her that much, and his grey eyes, and his fine Scandinavian features. Would her anxieties allow it, she might supplement it with heels higher than a kitten standard. As it is, she prefers to be as mobile as possible in her line of work. This all stands in contrast to her weight, which tends to fluctuate for a variety of reasons -- not all of them for ‘bad’ reasons. While stress and her workload can take their toll, Karin also attempts some healthy level of cardio and eating right. I’d say she’s largely on the level with regards to weight, and her slips are less due to any internal struggle and more the realities of her long hours and lack of spoons towards eating properly at times.

Karin wants to be stronger, in whatever way she can be. Worst comes to worst with one of Mr. Molloy’s kind, she can lift an axe, but for how long? How hard would she have to hit to crack a marble skull? Again, if the mind must be weak, at least the body can be strong. It’s all about compensation.

Like anyone, I think Karin is alright with traits on their own but sees room for improvement. It’s really the concept of having a body and how it can be used against her that is a struggle, though one she’s trying to maneuver through therapy. Besides, she tells herself, if she’s ever backed into the corner literally, if her own body is not enough, she’s never far from a vampire with a vested interest in her continued survival. Her employer would, if only out of a sense of workplace loyalty, make up for her own failings. And when her body is too heavy to keep going, she has siblings -- some by love and some by blood -- that will help to hold her up. They would, even if she can’t accept it at the time, keep her steady and carry the weight of this tangle her body presents.

Attraction is... Difficult. On the one hand, it is hard to feel so when her nights are spent dealing with a being like Armand, so ancient as to be nearly perfect to human perception. Even her boss is gorgeous, perhaps moreso in undeath than he ever was in life. In the grand scheme of things, she knows she is only pretty by mortal perception, and barely on the radar of those who haunt the Island. Even so, it’s obvious based on her wardrobe and styling choices that she’s downplaying that natural beauty. It’s not simply an aesthetic she enjoys, it’s an aesthetic that keep her from being too eye-catching. I think for the right person she’d make the right effort, someone she can trust, and not necessarily a romantic partner either.

She wants to be wanted, but only for who she is, because becoming a subject of purely carnal desire is a step too close to past wounds for her.

🍓 : how is my muse typically seen by others? does it ring true to who they really are? does their reputation matter to them?

Good, reliable, gentle Karin. The kind of person you want in your corner, and just stern enough to make a good watchdog. Do no harm, but take no shit, that’s Karin up in the boss’ office. I think everyone, even on some level those that know her best, think of her as this mix of modern woman and Victorian angel in the house. No problems but those she can handle, and no worries but those of others. She’s got it all figured out, and she’s quite content.

Just don’t ask about those cracks along the seem of that perception. The hairline fractures along the fine china that speak to obsession and trauma and hurt that she can only handle a little at a time. There’s a woman with passions and entire worlds in her heart, someone who can really dig in her heels and make a stand -- the kind of person that brought an axe up to a reunion with her monstrous employer, and fully intended to use it -- hidden behind that maternal mask.

Reputation is, however, everything. Others can’t see the cracks or they might ask about them, and if she talks about them, she might not stop. Those are things for safe, professional sorts that can help her sort the clutter of her own issues.

🍍 : how comfortable is my muse in their body? how do they feel about their height, weight, strength, and body type? how important is being attractive to them?

Self-hatred is a thing The Man sells to girls her age to get them to buy, buy, buy, and perform, perform, perform, and Kris is having none of it. She loves her body! She loves the good and the bad of it, because it’s her! Her scars and freckles tell a story, and how she dresses and paints this body tells others to fuck off! It’s fantastic! Her aggressive self-love is a point of pride for not just her, but her mother and oldest sister, whose positive feedback only encourages these feelings.

Kris is of two minds about her height, to be honest. At 16 in her introduction, she’s stopped growing short of a late growth spurt, being relatively tall for a girl her age but lacking the capacity to tower like her father. She’s built more willowy than a lot of her peers, just short of reedy. It’s this ‘tall but not Tall’ comparison that bugs her, really. Her weight is no great concern of hers, so she’s okay with it without paying it much mind. As long as she stays active and in good health, she can be so at any size, in her own opinion.

This girl is... surprisingly strong for her size. It can be assumed that under her flannels and oversized shirts, she has a fair bit of tone to her arms and upper body. It’s honestly kind of unnerving, though not anything resembling superhuman. Her athletic hobbies and love of urbex -- often requiring maneuvering on par with parkour around the urban sprawl of Miami -- have doubtless contributed to building up her strength.

Walking a fine line between e-girl, goth, and grunge, she has the more theatrical makeup choices of the latter two and the wardrobe of the latter. All of this comes together to present a young woman who doesn’t give a good god damn about her attractiveness to others. She’s not on the market and wants to put off anyone who might try to drag her into it. Like her sister, I think being perceived as an object of interest makes her uncomfortable. Unlike Karin, however, this isn’t rooted in any past trauma. She just wants to be herself and not be sexualized for it, praised for being ‘aggressive’ or ‘not like other girls’ or whatever boys say to try and make girls fawn over them.

🍓 : how is my muse typically seen by others? does it ring true to who they really are? does their reputation matter to them?

Kris is largely known as a hellion. This is not an unfair estimation of her character. Dramatically dressed and made-up, getting kicked out of a private academy, blaring classic rock as she putters around with her daily tasks, and generally trying to truly rebel in her upper class neighborhood, the shoe fits and on many levels, she wears it. As Miranda wrote it, she’d rather be divisive than indecisive. Those who enjoy her ‘antics’ consider her a spirited young woman with a bright future -- or a lot of settling down -- in her future. Those who dislike her schitck are more likely to write her off as a delinquent and, quite possibly, a lesbian.

This does a disservice, however, in undermining her cold calculation and capacity for intelligence. It wasn’t bad grades that got her jettisoned from private school, after all -- far from it, as she was top of her class. There’s a fine thread of patience that belies her youth in the beginning, and a deep loyalty to her family that might trump even her loyalty to her own independence. The Kris under her reputation is a level-headed and mature figure who only sometimes gets carried away with her own schemes or proves short-sighted.

Reputation politics are another big scam, but she understands the power she holds as a rich white kid. She has to be just on the level enough that other will at least hear her out, even though what she’s saying flies in the face of those around her. Even so, she doesn’t care if the worse someone can pull on her is that she’s a loud-mouthed, snarky kid who makes ‘boomers’ nervous.

#your voice above the maelstrom. [ KARIN LINDHOLM ; headcanon ]#your voice above the maelstrom. [ KARIN LINDHOLM ; asks ]#i don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours. [ KRIS LINDHOLM ; headcanon ]#i don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours. [ KRIS LINDHOLM ; asks ]#body image //

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Kanato Sakamaki- I’m Sadistic For You

FINALLY SOMEONE REQUESTS DIABOLIK LOVERS CONTENT AAAAHHH THANK YOU BESTIE! I GOT YOUR OTHER ONE AND I’M DOING IT TOO!

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!

So ANON ASKS

For Kanato from DL ( I haven’t seen much done for him and it makes me sad because he’s a favorite ). (: I could Lowkey do some more if you’re not super bogged down I had another idea BUT I ALREADY SUBMITED ANOTHER BEFORE THIS SO IM NOT GONNA OVERWHELM YOU LOL but- anyway Fee free to be as nsfw with my prompts (if you do them) as you want. I dont have any triggers so- writing them super accurate and sadistic won’t bother me :3

Bruh....Jesus is my helmet...but NOT TODAY let’s fucking go! Okay readers, you heard, they aint got no triggers. So if you do...move it along.

52- “You can’t call me cute!”

80- “Shut up! I’m not blushing!”

31-“You need to be taught a lesson…”

81- “You look so...inviting all tied up.”

84- “What’s the word I’m looking for?....Pet!”

Also in this you and Yui are BFFs because she isn’t some cold hearted bitch (homegirl trips over oxygen, plus I love her lol)

I was legit about to have him spit in your mouth....I’m so shameful...maybe next time.

Leggo!

I’m turning into a Yandere account and I am totally okay with that.

...

“You know living here isn’t that bad.” you mused to Yui. “When no one is talking.”

Your friend laughed as she cut up some carrots. Yui turned to look at you as she prepare to peel some potatoes. “So living here is terrible every day other than right now?” she replied.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. She wasn’t wrong.

You and Yui were making dinner for the house. After a ambush that landed everyone injured except you and her (thankfully). You had offered to make soup and stew for everyone. They were all in their respective rooms healing while you had prepared everything.

“They really fought hard today, I thought Kanato was about to rip that vampires jaw off. He’s really protective of you, Y/N.” she winked. “I think he likes you more than he lets on.”

Kanato and you had a very strange relationship. He hated you, but he didn’t HATE you. No one could lay a finger on you, no one could even look at you, even if he said he didn’t care. Reiji tried to and Kanato almost murdered him.

“He then told me that Teddy said I was ugly.” you reminded her flatly. “Yeah he so cares.” you snorted.

“Maybe he has trouble telling you his feelings”

“I wish everyone was as optimistic as you.” you shook your head. “Looks like the soup is finished.”

“I’m just saying Y/N, just think about it.”

...

You only had one bowl of soup left to deliver, to Kanato’s room. You grumbled as you stood outside the door.

“Kanato? It’s me.” you knocked on the door. “I’m coming in okay?”

Before you could wait for an answer you opened the door and walked in with the cart.

Kanato was laying on his bed when you entered, groaning in what you assumed was boredom.

“Teddy, tell Y/N that I don’t want whatever she made.” Kanato turned away from you. The scars he had suffered on his back said it all. All for you...

Your recalled the terror in your voice as you had screamed for help as the rogue vampire wrapped his claws around your leg. Kanato’s name was the first to escape your lips as you had tried to crawl away to Yui. You remembered reaching out to Kanato with your strongest hand, begging him to save you.

The look in his eyes was feral as he screamed your name too, grabbing you hand and pulling you to him. You were sobbing into his chest, clutching onto him for dear life for a good ten seconds before Yui replaced him, hugging you tightly in her small arms too. Before you knew it, the rogue’s head had been thrown through a window...

...

“Y/N, Look at me! You’re safe now...you’re safe with me...”

...

“Teddy, could you please tell Kanato that while his pouting is very adorable, it won’t get him out of this?”

“Don’t call me cute! You can’t do that.” Kanato glared at you through hooded eyes. “If I wasn’t so weak I’d-”

“Well let me take care of you.” you cut him off, taking the bowl to him. “For me?”

Kanato paused, his glare softening.

“You must be in love with me if you’re so insistent on me getting better.” he grumbled, sitting up. “Y/N is in love with me Teddy!”

“Kanato.” you felt your face heat up violently. “Don’t say things like that.” you groaned.

“It’s blushing teddy, how cute!”

Kanato’s use of the word ‘it’ wasn’t new to you. In fact when he wasn’t calling you names, chasing you around with forks pretending to stab you, or worse, it was denoting you to objects.

“H-hey! I am not blushing!” you pouted. “My face just looks that way.” you lied. “S-shut up.” you grumbled.

“And what if I don’t feel like it?” he challenged, knowing you wouldn’t say a word back. You were kind of like Yui. You wouldn’t dare challenge any of the Sakamaki brothers. It was a death sentence in every sense of the word.

“Kanato, I just want you to feel better.” you looked down at your feet.

“There’s one thing you can do.” Kanato used his strength to stand to his feet. Despite his looks, he was tall, and under that cute exterior was a mean and feral beast. He staggered over to you, a sick smile on his face. That couldn’t be good, not by a long shot.

“And what exactly would that be?” you asked. You couldn’t look at him. You didn’t wanna know what he was planning. You were positive that it wasn’t gonna end well either.

“Get on your knees.”

“My knees?” you repeated. “Why do you want me to-”

“Now Y/N.” he spoke over you. You felt his hand on your shoulder. “I don’t like repeating myself.” his nails dug into your skin, causing your knees to wobble under the pain. “On. Your. Knees!”

Your feet gave out, practically sending you crashing down to the floor. You looked like a dog, on your hands and knees. You appeared weak and pathetic.

You found it in yourself to look up at Kanato. Teddy was perched on the bed, ‘watching’ you two. You felt his fingertips creep under your chin.

“Aww...” he smiled. “You’re like a little...What’s the word I’m looking for...PET!. It’s cute.” He caressed the side of your face. “Too bad I kill all my pets...they can’t handle me...can you handle me, Pet?”

“Yes, Kanato.” you found yourself saying. You felt like you didn’t have a choice...

and you loved every second of it.

“Bullying you has made me regain my strength! Isn’t this wonderful?” he wrapped one of his hands around your neck. “You’re so fun to torment” he laughed.

“K-kanato.” you coughed.

“Is it hard to breath. Y/N?” he asked sinisterly, that crazed smile gracing his lips. His words were terrifying although his actions said otherwise. He loosened his grip on your throat, allowing air to flow more freely. It was those small things that made you think he didn’t hate you as much as he loved to preach.

“Y/N...when that vampire came...I thought I was gonna lose you for good this time” he said sadly, allowing his arm to return to his side. “I thought I had-...that you were gonna die.”

“You saved me though.” you replied. Kanato knelt down to your level, still slightly above you.

“Yeah...because if anyone is gonna break you, it’s gonna be me.”

“I care about you a lot, Kanato.” you finally said it. “I like you too much.” you exposed yourself. “I want you stay by your side.” you said pathetically. “Even if you hate me.”

Before you could say another word, Kanato claimed your lips in a kiss. He held the sides of your face in his hands. It was the first time he had ever kissed you. He hummed thoughtfully, pushing you down to the floor so you were laying on your back. He crawled over you, not breaking the kiss.

“K-kanato.” you whimpered.

“You need to be taught a lesson. If your gonna be my girlfri- I mean pet, you’ll have to learn.” he kissed down your neck.

Suddenly, Kanato ripped the seam of your jeans all the way up your left leg, leaving it completely exposed to the air.

“Oh look, your clothes are messed up, guess we’ll have to take them off.” he smirked. In another swift motion, your pants were torn to shreds. The fabric fell in a circle around you both.

“Teddy look! Y/N is wearing such cute panties.” he cackled maniacally. “Her naughty place is leaking.”

You trembled, waiting for him to do whatever it was he was planning.

“I heard blood tastes better when it’s from your naughty place.” he ran his tongue along the top row of his teeth. “Y/N” he moaned, running his index finger along your clothed heat. “You smelled so much better here...I just want to- ungh.”

He suddenly drove his fangs into your right thigh. You gasped, arching your back. He violently grabbed your legs, holding them down. His tongue lashed against your freshly made wound.

You could hear him whimpering, cursing under his breath.

Kanato would deny it with his life, but everything about you was like a drug to you. Tasting your blood was even sweeter than every dessert he’s ever tasted. Feeling you whimper and plea for him did things to him that would make a sailor blush.

Forget Yui, forget his brothers, forget it all.

“Fuh-” Kanato couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t stop himself from ripping off your panties and driving his tongue into your most sensitive parts. Hearing you moan for him, cry for him.

The rumors were right, vampires were godly lovers. It was like Kanato knew what you wanted and where. He lashed his tongue against your heat, grabbing your legs.

“Wrap your legs around my head,” he demanded. “Not like it’s gonna kill me.” he laughed manically. “

Knock knock

“Y/N, are you in there?” Yui’s small voice caused you to panic a little. As you tried to get up, Kanato pushed you right back down, growling into your pussy,

“FUCK!” you whined, making it very obvious what you two were up to. “Kanato, I can’t-”

“Then don’t.” he grunted, not ceasing his movements. “Cum, cum for me.”

“K-KAANAAA!” you cried as you came. You thrashed and writhed under his touch, but he didn’t stop. His tongue never stopped moving. “fuh- fuck! Kanato, t-too much!”

“I said cum for me, I didn’t say I’d stop.” he thrust his fingers into you to add insult to injury. “You’re so fun to fuck with!” he spat.

“Kanato!” you sobbed. You couldn’t stop moving, you couldn’t stop thrashing. Th epleasure had gotten to you so much, you were drooling.

He finally withdrew his mouth from you, smiling evilly at the mess he left.

Kanato had grabbed one of his ties that had left on the floor and bound your wrists together.

“You look so inviting tied up for me...” he shuddered as he bit his lip. He licked his fingers clean of your blood and juices. “Good thing the night is young...because I’m not done with you.”

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No i dont have a specific request. I just want Volturi King headcanons if you dont mind

i need feedback on these, i don't know how well i write for the kings

ARO:

he would be tempted to just read all your thoughts because he wants to learn all of you

but also he would be so fascinated by you that he would want to first get to know you by talking to you

you would spend countless hours talking to him

how you met: he'd been watching you in your village for many weeks. you were a medicinal herbalist, and the way plants responded to your care, he knew you would be magnificent as a vampire. but when he approached you he fell in love. he let you apprentice someone knew before he took you away. at last wish, if you will. you didn't want your village to suffer from your farewell, but you would go with him happily.

he would give you a few human weeks to adapt and understand how life in the castle worked, so you didn't have to learn the rules while also trying to overcome thirst & strength

in that time, he would host elaborate tea parties for you

filled with all the food & drink he used to love

he would watch you eat it with awe, enjoying the novelty of reliving his human days

heidi is your best friend; maybe it started with her undeniable charm, but she was so flattered when you started inviting her to do things over the phone, meaning you truly liked her for her and didn't feel compelled to hangout with her

when aro was too busy to do something with you, you would help heidi with her elaborate schemes

after your thirst & newbornism was under control he would build you an apothecary cabin somewhere hidden from the world

somewhere for you to spend your time fiddling with plants and herbs

you would have another apprentice, someone who to trained to take care of your garden while you were away

aro would dislike it whenever you tried to join the guard

"you are my beautiful spouse, not my guard."

"i can make the trees attack people. i control the trees my love."

he still wouldn't want it, he would want you to spend your time doing things you loved, not going on missions

he would want to hide you from the violence he ordered

he would make you a library, filled with books of herbs and plants and medicine for you to study

he would find you records and records of vinyl for you to listen to

he would try to give you jewels and treasures too often

you would often run up to him, smacking your hand somewhere on his body while talking about a pretty flower you saw

imagine just like open palm sticking your hand on his face and saying "look how interesting it is. look at the healing properties but also it's so cute!" with your hand covering half his face

CAIUS:

he would love you so much

and if you showed him any kind of affection back he would melt

how you met; you were one of aro's treasures. instead of letting your small coven face death, you went voluntarily. that kind of loyalty was something aro respected. you were someone with an amazing ability to calm anyone. to draw their fears out and replace it with euphoria, even while staring death in the face. aro loved you, loved the way you didn't feel bad about killing someone - just that they shouldn't have to feel afraid to die. also you didn't have to fight because your victim would stand calmly while you ripped them apart.

caius didn't want you on the guard, but you insisted.

"gives me somewhere to be while you're busy, my sweet."

felix has direct orders to protect you above all else (except the secret - of course) when you're on a mission

he would need you to love him and much as he loved you

but also he's a but of a grump

so he could be grumpy and still try to compliment you

"well don't you look just beautiful"

"remember how we talked about how things don't sound sincere when you say it like that."

anything you asked for would be his command to grant

and when you wanted to spend time with him, he would give you his full attention when he could

you would become good friends with demetri, and caius would hate it

not because he didn't trust you or demetri.

there were no secrets in Volterra...

but because after you'd spent too much time with demetri, some of his personality would rub off on you, and caius is a calm afternoon type of guy

one time during a pleasant walk through the garden you threw a water balloon at him

he stood frozen in wet robes as you laughed at him, jumping on his back and places kisses all over him

you brought out a little more fun in him, and while he looks like he hates it; he actually really appreciates it

MARCUS:

he was miserable before you

thousands of years of waiting to find his mate

but when you came, it was like a whole new marcus

he was still tired of being alive, but he now would rather live than leave your side

you will fill his senses with things he'd long since stopped appreciating

music sounded lovelier

flowers smelled prettier

poems had meaning again

how you met; you were brought in for questioning regarding an old travelling companion of yours. you offered the information to aro without a second thought, and he saw in your mind that you would never question, or stand against the volturi. marcus saw you in the throne room, and couldn't keep his eyes or thoughts anywhere else. you were exquisite. a gift to the eyes. he'd ask you to stay for a bite. and then he'd ask you to stay indefinitely. as a vampire it's pretty hard to find a home, so you accepted.

marcus would fill your days with things you enjoyed

walking through the garden, reading poems, watching movies

whatever you liked to do, he was eager to do with you

he was always worried about your safety

so he turned a professional mma fight into a vampire and gave him the order to protect you with his life

aro & caius thought it was excessive but... they didn't say anything

he wanted you to be happy with him

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