#bloodstrucke

[marchy-emmet]

Here it is... The big thing I've been waiting to introduce... The giant AU collaboration, for Emmet month prompt 31: free space.

I truly became free while drawing this~ Of course, I will provide all of the AUs' individual transparent drawings. All lovely little Emmets [or large], really!

The AUs featured here are:

My own: Mechanical errors, Bloodstruck and nightmare AU.

Twinster dark type Emmet, by @cherryblossom-nightscape

The human illusion AU, by @raisans-art

Plushie Emmet and Breakmas by @choochooboss

The lost in distortion AU, by @celebeatz

Timelord Emmet, by @timelord-emmet

Veritas Detective AU, by @wormhole2anywhere

And the big boy himself, toon Emmet, by @shadowfear-art

I had fun making this, but almost burnt out -- I think it was worth it, hehehee-

[yourdarlingness]

✦　Vampire ~ themed　names — prns — titles

NAMES ︙　vampyrra . vampria . vampea . vamprrine . chiro / chiroptelle . chiroptairre . chiraelle . bloodie . bloodique . bloodine . bloodstreame . haemia . haemine . haemoette . bloodstruck . fangs . bat . batsy . vampita . vampette . chira . bloodsuck . chiropteranne . draculaura . draculae . draculace . draculette . cartilette . cartinne . cartilage . cartilae . vein(e) . coffine . cofette . casketta . caskette . caskeite . imortalle . imortella

PRNS ︙　vae / vamp . bat . chi / chiro / chiroptera . fae / fangs . blo / blood . pey / pierce . he / hemo . ste / stake . ve / vein . 🦇 . 🩸 . ⚰️ . 🌙

TITLES ︙　the bloodsucker . prn* who is bloodthirsty . the immortal one/being . the vampire . prn* who hunts at night . prn* who has everlasting youth . the energy sucker . prn* who sucks/absorbs energies . prn* vampirism . prn* who awakens at night . the night hunter

chiroptera - bats (in scientific term)

h(a)emoglobin - a protein in red blood cells

——　decided to add an energy vampire ~ related title there !

[suyasuyacchi]

KaiZen Fic Recommendation⚡🍑

⚡ Explanation⚡

My main objective with this post is to recommend some good fanfics for those who are interested in the ship and perhaps encourage other people to exchange suggestions/write/draw about them. I left out fics classified as Mature, Explicit or Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, but I left the tag link below. These works only feature KaiZen, without any other ships together. This list will be updated over time. I'm sure there are great works that I didn't include here, and I also accept suggestions for fics about this couple.

⚡ Tag in AO3 ⚡

Agatsuma Zenitsu/Kaigaku

⚡ Oneshots ⚡

You're Okay, You're Alright. by lunsluns [Fluffy][Pre-Canon][Human Kaigaku]

wake up, throw up, put on make up again. by Ivy___03 [Whump No Comfort] [Modern AU] [College AU]

⚡ WIP/Hiatus Works ⚡

imagine us in heaven. by Ivy___03 [Redemption Arc] [Time-Loop AU] [Demon to Human Kaigaku][Slow Updates?]

Where There is Hope, There Was Once Doubt by EmoLove101 [Redemption Arc][Post-Canon] [Demon to Human Kaigaku] [Hiatus?]

Bathed in Moonlight by Doumaverse [Character Study][Pre-Canon][Human Kaigaku][Hiatus?]

Bloodstruck by GrowingAHead (shelleyk0503) [Female Zenitsu] [Demon Kaigaku][Hiatus?]

⚡ Complete Works⚡

[Under Construction]

⚡ Works in Japanese⚡

[Under Construction]

⚡ Works in Spanish⚡

[Under Construction]

⚡ Works in Portuguese⚡

[Under Construction]

[hijackedbylou]

an experimental sylvix piece i did for my fic bloodstruck

[avantologiea]

Chapter III

What lies beyond the chalk by staining the board through words has to be erased. Sometimes, pupils of the world took down the message of what is written but for the estranged citizen of the land, it is embedded in her mind where no trace of existence will persist once the locality calls for a search party.

The board is filled with symbolic language that only she can understand. She feels that to share vulnerability to the world, being the master of words is her primary tool to cope with the pain by putting a burden to the world with an understanding silence of the wandering reader. But erasure is needed. A chalk sacrifices itself to get the message across only to be stamped within the deep chambers of her mind. The point of the words on the blackboard must not be noted, it is not supposed to be kept in the archives to be the main pillar of her legacy. 

The dramatics must end. Survival is what she knows for six years of confinement. She chooses to pick up language to be her weapon to get through the harshest activities in gaining knowledge. But slowing down the eraser on the board, she ravishes her mind on what she needs to follow after cleaning the conflict. The problem is not the keeping of records, but how the world remembers her identity and wrongdoings. For the past year, she pushed the boundaries between acceptability and the forbidden. But it’s the mistakes that cling to who she is, not her contribution to the institution. 

The numb on her upper limb decides to show itself. The price of erasure must extend on the limbs as a reminder of the heaviness it brings to the writer. It is the major transition from drama to direct realism without abandoning her signature. She has to try going beyond her zone to establish another chapter ahead of time. But she has a thing for theatrics, old habits are hard to kill. What’s left of her soul does not have traces of sabotage, but a beacon of hope. 

This kind of erasure brings stability and a vision of living. She will breathe without looking back from enemies behind the bushes. Last stroke of erasure, a big sigh of relief washes over her lips. But what looms beneath the center of her core haunts the unnoticed memory: the forgotten predecessors.

It is common to have a driving point of inquiry on where the chapter leaves off. But the mystery of what comes from before begs for an explanation to those who are curious enough to discover what the fiasco is all about. It is done with a purpose: not letting the world know about the previous chapters of her life in order to claim her narrative. The remains of nostalgia are stuck on her location of breathing, she only walks around like it’s an ancient artifact of what a bloodstruck history has done before the establishment of civilization. She has no desire of reliving the moments of the past, but the way she acted with an impulse. Scavengers have a higher chance of unearthing the past of this estranged girl, although laying it down firsthand makes it easier for the third chapter to begin.

From purple bruises of a verbal prose that came from an older man, she met bravery and timeless kindness within her soul. An unfortunate event has followed when she experienced intense scrutiny and criticism that almost snatched the life beneath her eyes. She was a shiny trophy, but knows what needs to be buried. A three-year drought comes after the honeymoon. From this phenomenon, she swallowed the lesson of finitude which awakened her greatest fear. The moonman did not want any affiliation, and so this marks the end of the previous chapters.

Be done with the rage, old friend. No more puzzles to solve to level up with survival. Dreams of artistry and peace are present to be opened with a year to come. Plans make you organized, but it shall never stop you from exploring the vast land of creativity. Perhaps by putting a period at the end of the sentence, you can muster another courage to start a different path that you never knew before.

Alas, the birth of a promising child continues.

[zv5x]

AAAAAA edward literally knifing you within an inch of your life and then being all soft and taking care of u once hes like cooled off or something??

Bloodstruck Comfort (Yan!Riddler • Reader)

oh god, eddy being soft after reaching complete insanity, my heart tw // violence, use of the yandere trope, manipulation, toxic mindsets and relationships, etc

"Wake up baby...are you with me..?"

Your throat, though burning from what you assumed to be yesterday's screams, let out a soft gasp. Upon awakening, the pain that came with your cuts and stabs rammed into your nerves like a truck, causing you to emmit various whimpers. Edward only giggled, and the fact he could find some sort of entertainment out of this was enough to make even the most cold-hearted man sick to his stomach.

You looked up at him with an emotion even you couldn't recognize, but Edward immediately coined it as longing. As love. He saw it as your way of telling him you were sorry, as perhaps you were in too much agony to put words into sentences like you normally would. "I'm not mad at you, (Y/N). You know that right? Everyone makes mistakes." He leaned in, brushing hair out of your face. "Everyone get's a little out of line sometimes. You just needed me to reel you back in, that's all."

Your breathing would go to fast and heavy to soft and shallow within a matter of minutes, as every nerve that existed inside of your body seemed to pulsate with pain. You looked around, finally well enough to be able to take in your surroundings. It seemed to be most suited to be a room, definitely Edward's. Scattered papers littered the table and floor, and takeout boxes from various establishments seemed to have a home right next to his bulky laptop, closed with a green question mark sticker placed right in the middle. On his walls, among the newspapers of political figures and the hooded vigilante that seemed to be dominating headlines as of late, seemed to be photos of you. You squinted, and were able to recognize the contents of each photo right down to the exact day each of them happened. You shuddered and returned your attention back to Edward, refusing to entertain your questions of how he aquired such photos.

Strangely enough, his attention never left you, and he seemed to be staring at you the entire time. Even when you looked back at him, he refused to break the silence that tortured the room just like he had tortured you probably just hours beforehand.

You wanted to distract yourself from the situation, and you tried to lean up slightly, but you quickly rushed back down to your former position with a loud moan. God, what had he done to you? A question that tortured you. Though, you already knew what he had done. And fresh tears threatened to storm down your checks as the traumatic event replayed in your head.

You weren't hungry that night. The night it happened. And you made sure to let Edward know of that the moment he wanted to spoon feed you whatever sick food he prepared for you. Just when the food entered your mouth, you found a way to knock the spoon right out of his hand, spitting the food in his face for good measure. The smug feeling of getting over on him was short experienced, as you couldn't help the fear that overtook your body as you watched him stand up, wiping the food off his cheek with shock.

The rest of the night was a blur. Screaming, slicing, crying, and at one point you couldn't tell if the screaming was coming from you or him. All you knew that came from him was laughter. Sick, demented laughter one would expect to come from the likes of the Joker rather than the Riddler.

And now, you're here. The man who recently just brought you to the edge of your life was now wiping tears from your eyes and mumbling words of delusion meant simply to bring you comfort. Truly evil, nothing less. "I missed you. Please don't be mad at me." He said under his breath, a gentle whine making his soft lips tremble. "You made me really angry, angel. I had to teach you." He smiled at you. Kissing you gently on the lips, he moved from his position on your chest and moved to your side. He didn't take his glasses off yet, so he made sure to do that now, removing them and placing them on the table with a gentle hand.

The darkness of his room seemed to only intensity as it's resident was now face to face with you, his heavy breaths hitting your face like steam from a piping hot meal going straight to your nose. Everything that came from that man seemed to damage you as if he were made of acid, and every second he spent demanding permission to smother you was torture. Still, just to appease the his sick mind, you smiled at him. Thanking him for forgiving you, and asking if you could have another chance at dinner.

Your response pleased him, incredibly so, as he eagerly jumped up out of bed to fufil your request, but not before kissing you multiple times across your face. With a joyous "I'll be right back", he was gone, and all you were left with was the deranged decor of a man in love. Whether it be with his sick sense of justice or with sickly sweet adoration for his hostage, depended simply on which wall you looked at.

You let out a deep breath, thanking yourself for the gift of life no longer a comforting option.

Yet another thing he took away from you, in honor of his loving obsession.

[kardothys]

"This is my humble abode, which means you're a little trespasser, Felix."

I love this fic so much it's unreal. It's a sylvix fic called Bloodstruck (or TranSYLVAINia) by flowerboy_11 on AO3 and it's so good. The slowburn made me suffer for 6 months but the waiting WAS SO WORTH IT.

I've wanted to do a design for vampire sylvain for a long time now and I finally got around to do it ( ◜‿◝ )♡

[aranciafiamma]

Kimetsu No Yaiba Fic Rec

So, I’ve seen a couple of underrated fics that I really think needs more love. Mostly genfic. I’m listing them down here with the links and non-spoilery reviews. Yosh!

Party Rock Is In The House Tonight (4483 words) by VillainIHaveDoneThyMother Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: 鬼滅の刃 | Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Iguro Obanai/Kanroji Mitsuri, Kochou Shinobu & Rengoku Kyoujurou, Rengoku Kyoujurou & Uzui Tengen, Pillars Friendship Characters: Uzui Tengen, Rengoku Kyoujurou, Kochou Shinobu, Kanroji Mitsuri, Iguro Obanai, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Himejima Gyoumei, Tomioka Giyuu Additional Tags: Shinobu Makes Horrifying Wine, Pillar Party, Teetotaler Rengoku, Sad Drunk Tomioka, Muichirou is Asleep Under A Table, (He Tried The Wine), Iguro Chapter for Iguro's Birthday Summary:

Legally it qualifies as a frat party. Luckily they’re in Taisho Japan so no one knows what that is.

Rengoku is the Party Chad. He is also the Party Chaperone. He is the Party Chaderone. 

This fic is amazing. The comedy is on point. Everyone is drunk and they’re alive and they’re celebrating, but mostly, they are very very drunk. You just get the feel good vibe that these people really know each other and give each other a lot of shit for it. You know, like a family. Give love to @villainihavedonethymotheronao3​

Fall of the House of Butterfly (2212 words) by HerenorThereNearnorFar Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 鬼滅の刃 | Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Kochou Shinobu & Kanae Kochou Characters: Kochou Shinobu, Kochou Kanae, Tsuyuri Kanao, Kanzaki Aoi (Kimetsu no Yaiba) Additional Tags: Hot Takes From The Butterfly Villagers, 'She's Got A Sword So Clearly Something Is Very Wrong or Very Right', POV Outsider, Period Appropriate Light Misogyny, Spoilers for the Latest Arc Summary:

The Kocho sisters invite speculation, concern, and at least one exorcism.

This is written from an outsider’s perspective which is a favorite of mine. But really, I think what makes this fic shine is the historical detail. You can tell the writer did their best to make this accurate and I enjoy how this gives the Kimetsu no Yaiba world more dimension. It’s not just some fictional fantasy realm. This was Japan, in the Taisho-era (1910s), before WW1. Also, some love for the Butterfly Sisters. It plays with how canonically, the Demon Slayer Corps doesn’t exist in the public eye. Send love to @herenortherenearnorfar

Squaresville (2739 words) by Esselle Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Agatsuma Zenitsu & Hashibira Inosuke & Kamado Tanjirou & Kamado Nezuko Characters: Kamado Tanjirou, Kamado Nezuko, Agatsuma Zenitsu, Hashibira Inosuke, Kaigaku (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Tomioka Giyuu, Sabito (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Urokodaki Sakonji, Makomo (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Kochou Shinobu Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - 1950s, Friendship, Fluff, 1950s Slang, Diners, Bullying, Motorcycles, Kimetsu no Yaiba Manga Spoilers Summary:

A familiar, insane cackle reaches Tanjiro's ears. The engine sounds get louder, and then suddenly Kaigaku's boys are yelling, scrambling out of the way, forgetting about Nezuko entirely as a grey Harley Davidson hog blazes through their ranks to scatter them.

"Nyahahaha! Boss Inosuke is here!" The rider wears a white tank top stained with grease and motor oil, and a helmet with a boar painted on it. Tanjiro can see his crazed green eyes under the brim. His grin is similarly unhinged as he points at the gang of stunned hooligans. "You wanna rattle, snakes?"

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All Tanjiro wanted was a milkshake at the local malt shop.

This writer is pretty prolific. And their other KnY fic is loads popular. That I’m a little surprised this doesn’t get more love. This is a fun, period-set fic in the 50s that still keeps the characters very much in character despite the different lingos and setting. Also, I’m a sucker for Zenitsu and Kaigaku, and their little messed up dynamic is in the fic. I’m that easy. Also, like overall, there was like a whole vibe of the “Outsiders” novel that I got from this. I mean that in the most complimentary possible because I really liked the Outsiders. Send love to @esselley

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Alright. Now that’s it for the genfics. This is where I go to sea. Time to ship off!

Bloodstruck (7896 words) by GrowingAHead Chapters: 2/? Fandom: 鬼滅の刃 | Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Agatsuma Zenitsu/Kaigaku Characters: Agatsuma Zenitsu, Kaigaku (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Kamado Tanjirou, Kamado Nezuko, Hashibira Inosuke Additional Tags: Female Zenitsu, Fem!Zenitsu, Genderbending, Gender Change, Kaigaku is a jerk with a heart of a JERK, Kaigaku progressively getting protective and possessive of his single food source, Slice of Life, More lighthearted than canon, Kimetsu no Yaiba Manga Spoilers Summary:

An AU where Kaigaku turns into a demon a little early. Turns out, he has a rare constitution. He can only consume the blood of the first person he feasted on.

That person happens to be his hated colleague.

And the Demon Slayer Corps ends up taking TWO teams of demon-hunter pair under their wings.

Okay, it is the the King of Trash and his Cowardly Lionheart. Zenitsu is a girl in this one. It works here mostly to put Kaigaku in increasingly stressed out situations. He just wants to live his life conscience and crybaby free. But it looks like he’s getting both in the form of Zenitsu. I’m recommending this purely on how well they get Zenitsu’s voice right. The writer has a fundamental understanding of what drives Zenitsu and that’s her desire to have a family. Which in this case means, she wants to keep her grandfather safe - from Kaigaku and from disappointment (at learning Kaigaku turned into a demon). The disappointment, really, is deadlier than the demon, in this case. 

Also, it’s really fun to watch Kaigaku (Mr. Everyone Else is the Dirt I Walk On) be held hostage by the pinnacle of dirt itself. This is like the demon equivalent of the “Get Along” shirt. And it is beautiful. 

[marchy-emmet]

EHEHEH... SO... The project is done [I BSed my way out of executive dysfunction and didn't drink water]. But I want to begin posting the batches of individual drawings.

I will start out with my own AUs, as to not spoil the rest~ [I do not think Tumblr is gonna let me fit every single one into one post-]

Robot Emmet:

Vampire Emmet:

Nightmare Emmet:

AND....

SINCE SHADOW IS CLOSE TO ME AND SAW HERS ALREADY......

Toon Emmet :)

God, you can just imagine what he's doing in the background when I release the full project, eh?

@shadowfear-art Pspsps take your kid and run-

[unsupernal-blog]

(  @bloodstrucke​  )

    ❝ could i trouble you with a few questions, since we seem to have the time? ❞

[insurrects-blog]

BLOODSTRUCKE // # GENERATED: 18.

    “  … your faith in me is touching, hawke.  ”

[tofeign]

SENSE8 IS FANTASTIC I RLLY HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!!!

bloodstrucke said: sense8 is the fucking best. and sense8 aus are the best aus.

      soporati.   y’all should give me this au immediately thank u.

                  also, @ anon i’m definitely enjoying it so far && am only expecting it to get better now that i’ve had some more people’s opinions!! ;v;

[rcyalbastard-blog]

bloodstrucke replied to your post:HOLY FUCK THATS NOT WHAT I IMAGINED FENRIS’ VOICE...

bask in the majesty of gideon emery’s sweet dulcet tones

   i honestly thought he would sound 100% more sad ,,

[unforsworn-archive-blog]

bloodstrucke ;;

        —  ❝ SPEAKING COMPLETELY honestly -- and don’t just tell me            what Varric wrote because I read it and I am more than certain he was            exaggerating --                                            just how BIG was the Arishok? ❞

[ostagard-blog]

bloodstrucke

               ‘ -- isabela keeps asking me about my SMALLCLOTHES.                                                 i’m a little concerned. ’

[marchy-emmet]

INTRODUCING... Vampire Emmet!!

I will spread this propaganda of making random AUs out of nowhere far and wide. Also, one of his eyes is absolutely cursed because I said so!!