#oh to be a vampire geek

[ask-walter-and-vince]

Could Vince take the whole Himbo Squad?

In a fight? 🤨

[hobbithoes]

pics from my robertpattinson x green emo vamp baddie sims playthru LOL. It is so fun like I’m obsessed

[emerald-cloud23]

i present you: alternative fashion headcanons thought of by uhh me (also yes they'd listen to the respective music genres)

cole: grunge (i do love me emo cole tho)

nya: scene (nyan cat vibes.. maybe even gyaru too). or punk because of how her and kai grew up. a mix of both?

kai: punk. i do not take criticism, he would always fight for a better leadership in the country he's in.

lloyd: he's so sad, especially in the movie, i cannot think of anything other than emo. either full emo outfit (maybe s5 possessed vibes) or the 'natural emo' style (looks normal to avoid bullying but still has the hairstyle, hoodies/long sleeves etc)

jay: idk but he would definitely be a nerd/geek and mayybe cosplay?

morro: gothhhhhhh. vampire goth. died emo in the caves of despair, awoke as a cursed ghost in a goth outfit.

garmadon: (lord/pre-cured): he gets called 'the dark lord' or 'the lord of darkness' so definitely something dark yet regal/royal. (sensei/cured): trying to tone the regal and dark stuff back buuut he feels like it's a part of him so he still keeps the stuff. (emperor/resurrected): he's just a zombie in s8/9, in s10 he's in a prison outfit and thennn until crystalized he's trying different styles out! but when he gets comfy with vinny he goes 'old people clothes' (like his brown jacket or whatever it is) but in oni form?? oh, he's fulllll dark. nothing specific just everything that looks cool and scary and intimidating in his eyes

also a fun jaya combo: she was a punk, he did ballet

[yandereunsolved]

Good timezone, I was rewatching some of those “Gotham FYP” tiktoks from a couple months ago and I wanted to ask you a question. If you were in Gotham, which Robin/vigilante would you want to save you? Personally, either Jason or Damian.

Dick is out bc I feel like I’d give him something as a thank you and then I’d never know peace again. I don’t mind clingy but trouble follows that guy like a deranged stalker ex 😭. Which would just make me want to help him? Like yeah sure Nightwing. You can totally crash on the couch while I’m at work, need any Tylenol? There’s soup in the fridge. Byeeee

Tim is out bc I don’t want to be saved by someone who can hack me and know my ao3 history/tumblr account. If I ever need to be saved again I feel like he’d know my fanfic preferences, and I’d know he’d know. Then he’d know that I know that he knows. Can’t have that.

Batman is out bc, and I mean this respectfully, he’d scare the shit out of me. The whole appear and disappear into the shadows thing would cause me to faint or panic and end up knocking myself out. That’d be humiliating. It would keep me up at night and I can’t have that. Or worse, I ask a dumb question. “How often do people ask you if you’re a vampire? Follow-up question, how often do people quote twilight to you?”

I picked Jason bc he won’t hurt you unless you’re selling drugs to kids or apart of violent crime, I’ve done neither and plan to never do either, so I’m safe. For now. Plus if I give him a “thank you” gift, he’d be the most chill about it. Plus, depending on the run, I just really like his costume and want to see it up close. Double plus, red is my favorite color, so he’s therefore my favorite.

I picked Damian bc if it’s kid Damian, I’d love to know how he’d react to being called “the sword Robin”, and I feel like his sassy remarks would snap me out of any possible panic I may have. If it’s adult Damian then I get to see some pretty cool assassin techniques. Win-win. I’d also would want to see if I could get him to infodump about animals.

Oh! Good question, anon. I dug this out of the archives because for some reason it got lost in all my drafts.

"If you were in Gotham, which Robin/vigilante would you want to save you?"

I'd have to choose Dick or Jason.

First of all, he will not be immune to the dick jokes. There are just so many jokes I could make and after being saved, I feel like I would accidentally make one. And then I'd probably be questioned about how I know his indentity, but like- "Where's Dick?" "I need Dick!" "Dick is stuck between a rock and a hard place." I already don't know peace. And he's less likely to send my body into shutdown panic attack mode.

Jason because of the reasons you stated previously. I am not a violent criminal or anyone on any category that he'd want to harm. Despite appearing frightening he is quite chill. So I feel like he'd be pretty chill with me. And I would just wanna touch his mask. :3

Batman, Damian, & Tim are out for me.

I feel like I would make Bruce suspicious. Like I'd be like "T-Thank you, B-Bruce. I mean Batman!" Just like the thing with Dick. While Dick may be chiller with it, I don't trust 'I'm fine with making kids child soldiers Mc traumatized man'. I'd more likely to be assaulted by him or harshly interrogated. My throat would shutdown and I'd just be standing there with wide eyes. Like bro chill tf out. Take a Xanax or something. Does Alfred not slip baby pain meds into your food when you're being stubborn?

Damian is too violent for me. Sure he's flashy but he can also be very bratty. I don't need to be insulted (victim blamed) for getting into a vulnerable position and needing help. I love Damian... but he's more of a dick than the dude named Dick. I can also be a smartass so I feel like the two of us would end up bickering.

Tim, yeah. I feel like he'd cyberstalk me. And then he would be walking around as a civilian and would geek out. Dude is into yanderes. I can feel it in my bones. "You're yandereunsolved right? I love your works. I really think how you portray [insert character] is super close to canon. I also have a Tumblr account. Wanna be moots?" And then that's how I would end up with yandere Tim. I'd never be able to write or read fanfics in peace again.

[matchalovertrait]

Antonio met Yoltic at The Beehive when it had just opened for business two years ago. Like a normal person, he was there to get his clothes fitted and nothing more. However, Yoltic sensed Antonio's "vibes" and decided to be the extrovert to "adopt" this broody introvert. Antonio won't outright admit it, but Yoltic is a cool guy to hang out with. Once they started spending more time together, Yoltic casually mentioned how Dani had been struggling to find a job ever since they moved from Mexico to the United States. For mental health reasons, she did not want to be a teacher again, but no other places were open-minded enough to her. Antonio happened to be in need of a paralegal, so he took her under his wing and trained her. The rest is history!

Note: Dulce doesn't mind geeks, she just can't imagine Antonio being a D&D player! I've played it before too, by the way. Fun game! My character was a vampire named Madame Blade lol.

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DULCE: Well, I better go now.

DANIELA: Hey, guys!

DULCE: Oh my gosh!! Hey, Dani!!

ANTONIO: Hi, Daniela.

DANIELA: Looks like he took the news well...

DULCE: More or less.

DANIELA: Hey Tony, Yoltic wanted me to ask if you were still up for Dungeons and Dragons tonight.

DULCE: Hold the phone. YOU play Dungeons and Dragons?

ANTONIO: What about it?

DULCE: STOP!! No way!! Mr. “Dark and Mysterious” over here is a geek!!! [Cackles]

DULCE: What’s your character?! An orc? No, no, probably something lame like a human.

DANIELA: He’s actually the Dungeon Master. He writes the campaigns for us.

[Dulce’s laughter intensifies.]

DULCE: That’s even worse!! No, better!!!

DANIELA: You should join us sometime! You’re very imaginative.

DULCE: Me?

DANIELA: Don’t act like you didn’t read comic books as a kid.

DULCE: Fair point.

DULCE: Anyway, I gotta go!!! Bye guys!

DANIELA: Have a safe flight!

ANTONIO: Answer the emails.

ANTONIO: Why are you looking at me like that?

DANIELA: Oh, no reason.

ANTONIO: I’m not buying that.

DANIELA: She keeps you on your toes, huh?

ANTONIO: What she does is raise my blood pressure by an exorbitant amount. Remind me again why I took her case.

DANIELA: For the same reason you hired me? You have a good heart.

ANTONIO: [Scoffs]

DANIELA: And that’s why you would have never taken Caruso’s offer.

ANTONIO: Wouldn’t dream of it. Let’s get out of here. Tell Yoltic to get some chips for everyone.

[thedanniannie]

🖤Uchiha Men on Bagging a Goth Baddie🖤

Characters: Madara, Obito, Shisui, and Itachi

Warnings: sliiiiight NSFW mention

(Descriptions also lean feminine)

Madara:

- first of all, I do not think Madara to be the kind to search out a goth babe. He would have to stumble upon someone who's personality fancied him, and they just happened to be gothy.

- I can see a connection happening after his future goth partner fearlessly locks eyes with him from across the street. And I'm sure this man has the biggest RBF of the entire clan, so that eye contact MEANS something.

- But once he falls in love with it once, let's just say he learns to love the goth side real quick.

- I think his favorite goth activity to share is watching horror films together. Talk about a man who could stomach any and every horror film (couldn't be me). Also, it's the perfect opportunity to play with their thighs.

- In terms of aesthetic, I think he likes the look of corp goth the most. He's a capricorn, so it just makes sense to me.

Obito:

- Oooohhhh... oh poor Tobi... bless his simp ass soul....

- He's the kind to find goths very hot from afar, but would be too nervous to really act on anything.

- Based off his crush on Rin, he might be drawn to a "sweeter" gothy babe. Like, if they're wearing a pretty little dress or ruffley blouse, and looks like a sweet Gothic fairy or something his heart would just swell a bit.

- Honestly the only way I could imagine him having the nerve to talk to a goth babe is if they were friends with Kakashi or something, and after a collective meeting and some hangout sessions, kakashi would have to wingman Tobi to finally ask them out.

- When he's got them locked in tho, ABSOLUTE simp behavior. They want to watch a horror film? Tobi will have it streamed immediately. They want to listen to their playlist in the car? Tobi has it saved and it's blasting. HE IS A SIMP!

- A babbling simp at that. On the days that they decide to really dress up, he's on his knees. And if they decide to accessorize with garters.... he wouldn't be able to leave the house with them bc of his constant boner.

Shisui:

- like Tobi, Shisui finds the goth bitches very hot. Unlike Tobi, he's always looking to bag a goth hottie.

- like, he's the guy to have a crush on Rhea Ripley. Yeah, that's gonna be my new hc for him.

- on their first date, Shisui is the kind to match their energy by bringing a Gothic bouquet for them (and yes he keeps one flower to know when to replace them yadayadayada)

- he'd also purposefully buy more black t-shirts for his wardrobe so that he can more often see his goth baddie wearing his clothes. And they know that pairing it with some cute underwear and some thigh highs will make Shisui loose his absolute mind.

- The Uchiha to most likely take them to the club. May lead some small dances here and there, but he's really there to let people know who's their boyfriend.

- also expect him to be the one to beg his gothy partner to put makeup on him while they sit on his lap.

- gets excited about crows with them

Itachi:

- okay LET ME IMGAINE THE MOST FANFIC SETTING FOR 3 SECONDS OKAY......... imagine bumping into him at the book store as you two are both browsing through the Gothic literature section and grow a connection after collectively geeking over the literature y'all have read JFIEKSBDIDOJWBDJDJIDJSBJD

- HE IS SUCH "VAMPIRE BOYFRIEND" MATERIAL. THIS UCHIHA IS A SECRET GOTH AND I WILL TAKE THAT TO MY GRAVE!!

- He'll get matching dark manicures with them.......... and he'll pay.

- I think Itachi would loooooove a "Morticia Addams" kind of look, the long dark hair and a long, flattering dress would make him stare at them like a valuable piece of high art

- a hangout at the graveyard doesn't phase him. He ends up finding it quite peaceful.

- out of all the Uchihas, he's the one to most likely adopt all their goth playlists (like I said, he's a secret goth)

- Itachi also gets excited about crows with them

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WHERE'S SASUKE, WHERE'S SASUKE? I'M NOT A SASUKE GIRL.... sorry to hurt your feelings. Also, I think sasusaku is very cute, and I'm sorry but sakura is NAWT a goth girly. Like, it'd have to be a whole au thing. Also I'm so not experienced in writing uchihas other than Itachi, so this really is just a warm up for me.

[dixons-sunshine]

What’s Your Name? | Daryl Dixon

A/N: Just a small fic to officially introduce my OC! I hope y’all like her.

“I wouldn’t choose that one if I were you.”

Daryl jumped slightly at the sound of a woman’s voice that filled the air. He whipped around and came face-to-face with the woman that had helped Merle when he had sustained an injury a while ago. The same woman that had smiled at him so warmly back then. The same woman he had found himself searching out whenever he was in camp.

Her beautiful brown eyes locked with his blue ones, a small smile on her face as she regarded the wide-eyed, startled look on Daryl’s face. “Sorry,” she apologized lightheartedly, taking a few steps towards the frazzled archer. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“S’alright,” Daryl mumbled, his eyes ducking to the ground below as he willed his heart to slow down from the fright he had. The woman’s light laughter filled the air after a few moments. His eyes flickered over to her questioningly, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What? What’s so funny?”

The woman shook her head. “Nothing. I’m just a little surprised, is all.”

“Surprised?” Daryl inquired confusedly, his frown deepening. “Why?” Why was he asking? Why did he care? He had a job to do, goddammit. His brother was still handcuffed on that roof and he needed to save him. He had way more important matters at hand. Why did he want to continue conversing with this woman?

“Because you’re actually talking to me,” she responded, crossing her arms over her chest. “When I tried to talk to you two days ago, you practically bolted for the woods. I figured you would’ve run for the hills by now.”

“I dun’ run,” Daryl scoffed, his tone defensive. He mirrored her stance, his arms crossing over his chest. “I jus’... I had somethin’a do, s’all.”

“In the woods? At night?” she asked, her eyebrows raising questioningly. “You do know that the geeks could be roaming around, right? What was so important to risk your life for?”

Daryl’s mind raced as he tried to think of a plausible explanation for his behaviour two nights prior. Then, as if being hit by a sudden revelation, Daryl scoffed and shook his head. He did not owe this woman an explanation. He did not even know this woman’s name, for christ’s sake. She did not have the right to poke her nose in his business.

“Ain’t none’a yer damn business, woman,” Daryl replied sharply, his tone defiant and final. Remembering her mentioning something about the weapon he had been inspecting a few moments prior, he opted to shift the subject. “What the hell were ya on ‘bout this?” he inquired in a gruff voice, motioning over to the gun on the wooden log in front of him.

The woman’s gaze lingered on his face for a few seconds longer, her brown, chocolate eyes squinting as she attempted to figure out what whirred around in the brooding archer’s mind, before flickering over to the weapon in front of her. “That’s the gun I brought with me from the city when I first stumbled across the camp. It has a mind of its own. It only works when it feels up to it. Not exactly the weapon you’d wanna take out in the city where all the spooky things live.”

“Spooky things?” Daryl echoed, his tone holding a tinge of amusement at her rather childlike assessment of the dangers that lurked in the dark corners of the dangerous world they were all being forced to live in. “Like what?”

“Oh, just the usual. Snakes, spiders,” she began listing off, “and now walkers as well. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if you ran into a vampire or a werewolf out there.”

Daryl rolled his eyes at her dramatics, though he had to fight of the faint smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. “I’ll take my chances,” Daryl said in response. “‘Sides, it ain’t exactly like I have much of a choice.” For added emphasis, he motioned over to the otherwise empty bag, the other weapons having been evenly distributed between Rick, Glenn and T-Dog.

The woman nodded and took a few steps back, her hands being shoved into the pockets of her work-worn jeans. “Alright, then. Just figured I’d warn you.”

“Thanks,” Daryl muttered, fully expecting the woman to leave. However, when she didn’t, his eyes locked with hers questioningly. “There somethin’ else ya wanna say?”

“Ask, actually,” she replied nonchalantly, not even bothered by the archer’s rather cold tone. “What’s your name?”

Daryl’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why’s that important?”

“Well, we just had a lovely discussion. Giving your name would be the good mannered thing to do.”

She had a point there. Begrudgingly, Daryl conceded to her request. “Daryl,” he said gruffly. “My name’s Daryl.”

The woman smiled at him. “Yeah, I know your name. I just wanted to hear you say it. But it’s nice to officially meet you, Daryl.” She looked to the right for a moment, before shifting her attention back to the man that stood before her. “Well, I’ll leave you to it, then. I hope you find your brother okay.” With that, she turned around and stalked towards the opening.

Daryl frowned slightly at her retreating figure. Unwillingly, he called out to her, stopping her in her dead in her tracks. “Ya ain’t gon’ give me yer name? Thought it was considered the good mannered thing to do when exchangin’ names with a stranger. How m’I s’posed to know who to give this back to?”

“You could always just ask Glenn what my name is. Or Shane or Lori or somebody,” the woman replied, her back still turned to him.

Daryl scoffed. “Yeah, but I dun’ wanna do that. I wanna hear it from ya.”

The woman stopped, turned around to look at Daryl, and sent him a small smile. “Georgianna,” she told him after a few beats of silence. “But just about everyone calls me Georgie. It’s your pick, really. I respond to either.” With that, the woman—Georgianna—turned back around and finally left the Dixon brothers’ campsite, leaving Daryl alone with his own racing thoughts.

Taglist: @holdmytesseract @thevegandarkelf (comment to be added/removed)

[chocopebblez]

I'd give you a hot take that isn't "Let Streber die" but mine would be "Skid and Pump need more recognition, it's their show" but I think that's mildly common enough not to be a hot take so 🥀

Holding your hand about Streber though. He's such an interesting character and I hate that anything about him is either complete misinterpretation about his character or people being mad that a lot of people liked him in 2022/2023

OH MY GOD YES YES!! AGREED ON BOTH !! Skid and pump are such interesting boys and it sucks how alot of the fan content ive seen isnt about them or only goes over them on a surface level! I love them both sososoos much theyrw the little guys ever... You've just reminded me that i definitely need to draw more skid and pump once i get the energy lol

ALSOSOO i absolutely HATE how strevers characyer is potrayed in majority of fandom. People either make his whole character about vampires, losing an arm or both. I wish more people talked about how the man is a sassy geek who takes things extremely seriously. He is SO fun and its so annoying how many people don't like him SIMPLY because he WAS popular ....

He was a character special to me for a very long time and it just sucks how mischaracterized he is so often :') Streber truthers wya!!!

[silvertidescribbles]

Sweet Thing

“You made me listen kitten, to those cries, after flirting with me all day.”

Approx. 6.3k words

Pairing: Astarion x OC - See my little post about Alynea here. If you folks are curious to learn more about her, let me know :)

Content tags: MDNI, 18+ NSFW, smut, praise, begging, fingering, (mild) jealousy, depictions of blood/blood drinking.

A/N: Well, here I am posting smut ahah. Not a lot of context is needed, I've written it as much as I can into the fic itself. The vampire man has had a chokehold on me since the game came out, and I was compelled to write up one of my ideas of how he would go about seducing my tav while he's also struggling to keep his emotions separate :P.

Also, I have no idea how censorship works on here! Not entirely sure if this will get flagged in some way but oh well, such is part of learning. If you have the time and patience, feedback is appreciated <3 Is it strange to be nervous about posting smut? I don't know...

I hope this is enjoyable 😊

-Silver

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Astarion waited impatiently in his tent, flipping carelessly through the pages of the novel he’d snagged during the day’s expedition. Despite his efforts, he found the tale within lacked the substance he needed to distract himself. Hells, he needed a distraction from what was happening outside his tent. He was positively sick of hearing Gale and Alynea geek out over magic together and he insisted to himself that he couldn’t be the only one.

Gale had made a habit of sitting late into the night at the campfire with the pale woman, a sneaky grin shared between them as they spoke of Waterdeep. Her a sorcerer and him a wizard, the two had bonded far too quickly for Astarion’s tastes, especially once it became known that both had been apprentices at Blackstaff. Even with his efforts to flirt with her, Astarion found himself further from the elf than he wanted to be. Another giggle from Alynea floated from the campfire up into the night sky, making him roll his eyes in irritation. Just how long was she going to make him wait? After all, she had promised to come to him after the others had gone to their bedrolls to let him feed.

Peeking out from his tent, Astarion was witness to how Alynea snickered at Gale’s words as she swallowed another mouthful of wine. The firelight cast a warm glow over her features and melded with the cooler palette of her skin and hair while her silvery eyes glittered. Albinism, she had said when asked. It explained the lack of colour in her, why her eyes twitched painfully under the bright sun and why her hair shone as white as bone, her pale skin only barely flushed with any warmth. As his eyes passed over the bruises on her neck, the memory of the first night she aided him rose to the surface.

“I’d hate to lose such a useful person over a little blood,” she had said so sweetly the night he’d tried to drink from her. “If that’s all you need, I’ll help.” He was honestly surprised she hadn’t staked him right there, and even more taken aback that she was willing to leave herself at his mercy. Alynea had struggled against him that night, body shaking as her blood was siphoned away. She hadn’t said anything in the moment, but there was something indescribable about the sudden head rush Astarion had experienced. It was invigorating and electrifying, sharpening his vision as a tingle arced down his spine. He would later confirm the wave of energy that washed over him when drinking from her wasn’t normal; the goblins he’d torn open a few days later did nothing to soothe the vampiric hunger the way her lifeblood did. Perhaps it was due to the magic she claimed burned inside her, though he couldn’t be sure. It was hard to believe at times she was such a fearsome spellcaster with her small presence and diminutive form, but the fireball she’d launched past his head earlier in the day begged to differ. Even though she was the shortest and physically smallest of the ragtag group, the rest of the party had quickly learned to not be the cause of her split hairs, lest they be the target of her next spell.

He was no longer reading the words in his book, fingers paused in the middle of turning the page as he realized he was reminiscing like a schoolboy. How embarrassing, he thought to himself. Sure, Alynea was another pretty face, but he couldn’t fathom why she lingered in his mind the way she did. The woman was a patriar’s daughter for hells sake—by all accounts she should be someone he held contempt for. Should was the operative word however, he was failing to find anything to find truly repulsive about the little elf. Perhaps the tadpole had scrambled his brain more than he’d like to admit. Before he could muse any longer on the thought, there was a noise that drew him back to the present.

“Astarion? Gale’s gone now. I’m… I’m here, if you would like.” Her warbly voice was soft outside his tent as she stood by, picking at the strap of the oversized top she’d chosen as a nightgown. Although intended for a man much larger than her the shirt made for an acceptable nightdress, if a little short. The sound of a book snapping shut alerted her to the vampire shuffling around inside the tent before the main flap was pulled back, a hand inviting her in. Crouching as she stepped within the boundaries of his tent, her pupils dilated as her vision adjusted. Being elves, the lack of light was no issue for them, Astarion could see her perfectly well in the dark, and he knew she could see him as well.

“Oh my... you’re in a distracting outfit tonight darling,” the vampire drawled. Alynea’s cheeks flushed pink at that as her fingers tweaked a strand of hair between them. “I can change if—” He waved a hand, cutting her off. “Oh I doubt that’ll be necessary. After all, I will be needing access to that pretty little neck of yours.”

She swallowed thickly at that, nostrils flaring slightly as his grin made her shiver. As she squirmed under his gaze a strange sense of irritation rose in his chest at the sight of her. The garment she wore hung loosely off her shoulders and low on her chest which left little to the imagination, the hemline only just reaching the top of her knee. It was a dress that, if one could even call it such, practically screamed sex appeal. Knowing she had been sitting shoulder to shoulder with Gale directly prior to this, jealousy stirred in him for a moment before he regained control. That bumbling wizard wouldn’t know what to do with Alynea even if she were to lie nude and expecting in front of him.

That mental image sparked a new sense of discontent in Astarion. He could hardly believe he was competing with Gale for her affections, dismayed at the thought of her possibly seeing them in the same league. In fact, he could hardly believe he was competing with any of them. Wyll was but a bright-eyed child, still wet around the ears. The warlock’s eyes shined with adoration for the woman, but it was clear he was unable to think beyond that. Shadowheart was just as bad, with the way she had roped the sorcerer into listening to her Sharran drivel. Astarion scowled at that, wanting to laugh at the absurdity of it.

Alynea cleared her throat, bringing him back to the present. “Are you alright Astarion?” There was an unknowable emotion in her eyes that made him shy away from her gaze, scratching at the nape of his neck. “Apologies,” he muttered. “I was distracted by a thought is all.” The excuse did little to sway her; she just stared back at him with those large silver eyes. Astarion tilted his head, seeing the way she looked down at the strand of hair she fiddled with. She was well within her rights to still be uncomfortable about the arrangement they’d made, though something whispered to him that it wasn’t fear of him that made her shy. Ever since the first incident, she’d insisted on giving her some of her blood when the group failed to find enough fights for him to feed from. Despite how palpable her nervousness was, she would take a deep breath and shake her head when he offered her an out, even as the anxiety rolled off her in waves.

Astarion shifted, adjusting his position to sit at one end of the tent with his legs spread. Given she was much smaller, he grabbed a pillow he’d swiped from the grove and placed it between his thighs. Frankly, she needed it, so he could reach her neck without craning his own horrendously. Alynea was fragile against him when his fangs were in her throat, and he didn’t want to risk hurting her more than he had to. Her willingness to let him feed from her was a gift and he would not squander it, he thought to himself. No, as much as he wanted to indulge, to feel her warmth fade as he drained every last drop from her body, he knew he couldn’t. Her generosity was one of the kindest things anyone had ever willingly done for him and he refused to ruin it.

He outstretched a hand to her to guide her as she sat down on the pillow, twisting around to press her back against him. The warmth of her skin was pleasant against his cool chest, something he always relished when she let herself nestle against his body. He paused at the way her muscles tensed when his fingers brushed along her ears, sweeping back her ivory locks to reveal her neck. The tiniest drop of guilt bubbled up in him upon seeing the lingering bruises from the last time, but it quickly faded away. He had plans to make it up to her tonight.

“Now, kitten,” he cooed into her ear, his lips only a breath away. “You let me know when you’re ready, darling.” Although she was insistent on letting him receive blood from her, Astarion had found she would flinch when he gave no warning before ravaging her neck. They had tried other veins, including her wrists or arms, but nothing had been as efficient as her throat for drawing enough. Despite how his gut would wrench with hunger at her scent, he found she handled the situation best when she was in control. How innocent, he had thought. But still he restrained himself; he could control his desires and he would.

At first, she had been telling him verbally when she was ready, but much to his surprise the last two times she had simply squeezed his knee to let him know she was prepared. Although she hadn’t been the quickest to warm up to him when they first met, it was the little things that told Astarion he was making progress with her. For all her sweet demeanor, she was a powerful sorcerer he wanted on his side. He’d slowly been gaining her trust and affection, and these intimate nights where she let him drink only accelerated the relationship. This time he was preparing to step things up, the scent of her blood filling him with a carnal desire to bend her over and break her.

“Sweet thing, you smell delicious tonight,” he whispered into her ear. She was wearing perfume tonight, same as the last few times. The aromas of mugwort and balsam floated up from her skin and filled his head as he remembered her picking the herbs earlier in the day. It was a sweet gesture, though it didn’t do much to distract him from his prize. Nevertheless, he was flattered by the effort. Sharp fangs slid out just a fraction from his gums, the pointed ends brushing along the cartilage of her upper ear. Alynea shuddered at the touch, squeaking out the tiniest yelp as one of his hands began rubbing along her arm. It was his attempt to relax her, to ply her to his want and to let herself go limp in his arms.

“Astarion, before you—” She paused, her breath hitching as his other hand innocently rested on one of her knees, thumbpad rubbing circles into her skin. “Yes, dear? What could possibly be the matter?” The low timbre of the vampire’s voice sent shivers down her body and she let out a short breath, unaware she had even been holding it.

“N-Nothing’s the matter,” Alyena stammered. Oh, how sweet that little stutter made her sound to him. She only ever stuttered like that when she was flustered, overwhelmed with her emotions. Those feelings always quieted down when he sank into her though, her shaky voice silencing to a soft “oh…” each time. He could hardly wait to feel her grip at his thigh, to signal to him that he could take her. “But I wanted to ask…” the man paused, lifting his head back slightly from her. She twisted around to look up at him and despite his best efforts, something twinged in the base of his stomach. A primal, growling desire rumbled in him, but he bit his tongue as those impossibly round doe eyes stared up at him.

“Um… Could you possibly take off your shirt before you do it?” A flush crept across her cheeks, a rare instance of her skin becoming rosy. “I… I like the way it feels, when you press your chest against my back, and…” Astarion cracked a devilish grin as she mumbled out her request, tripping and stumbling over her words. Something about it feeling safe when she was held in an embrace, how skin to skin contact felt, and so on. She blushed, biting a nail as she looked up. Liar, he snarked in his head. He knew she was attracted to him, despite her avoidance of the question when he had asked. She wanted a good piece of eye candy, that’s why she was asking.

“As you wish, so it shall be granted, darling,” he replied graciously to her. In a moment, his blouse was untied and slipped over his white curls, tossed aside to a forgotten corner of his tent. She paused to stare for a moment, biting her lip as her eyes took in his shape in the dark before sitting back against him. Alynea felt both panic and excitement rise in her throat as he settled back in, cool skin pressing against hers. She knew he could feel her heartbeat, smell the rush of her blood, though it wasn’t something she could control exactly. Truth be told, she had been working up the nerve to ask him to do this. She wanted the chance to see him up close without his shirt, and now she had her desire.

Although she had tried her best to keep the instances of blood drinking transactional, it had become more and more impossible. Gods, he stared at her in such a smoldering way. The way his eyes gazed into hers, how he cradled her body in his arms as he fed, all made her feel weak in the knees. The last two times after she had left his tent she had laid in her own bedroll, desperately chasing release with her own means. The loss of blood put a pleasant haze over everything, and she found herself soaked with need and desire as she fantasized about the tall, handsome man who practically eyefucked her every chance he could. She wasn’t stupid; she could tell Astarion was undressing her in his mind every time he saw her. She could only hope her eyes didn’t give it away as much as his did.

Astarion’s thumb was rubbing circles again. This time though, she tensed, feeling his hand far higher up than it had been previously. Where his palm normally rested on her knee, his hand had slid down to lay on her inner thigh. The hem of her nightshirt was pushed up, and she blushed seeing her own skin.

“Hm… you naughty girl, you’re not even wearing any underwear,” he purred. His voice made her blink and focus, becoming more alert to the position she was in. It made her blush further, realizing how she was fully lying back against the elf, heart thudding in her chest as his other hand moved lower, finding a spot at her waist. His touch made her voice catch in her throat, a particularly sweet sound coming out only barely above a whisper as he pulled her against him. “I…” she mumbled something, trying to think of a response, but finding none. Was he going to realize? Would he know she’d been planning this night in her mind all day?

“Shh, shh,” he hushed, his fingers dragging their nails over the milky skin of her inner thigh. Her leg twitched at this as his fingers moved closer to her groin, dangerously close. “Do you think I was oblivious to your antics the last two times?” His voice was a low growl now, a dangerous edge to it that she seldom heard, yet caused her belly to twinge all the same in response. “Coming in here, all perfumed, barely dressed,” he muttered into her ear.  “Sitting here, all soft and sweet while you bled for me” he continued. “To then go back to your bedroll and whine the way you do,” he added, Alynea shivering at his voice. “Fucking yourself on your fingers while you moaned my name,” he hissed, mouth hovering over her neck, just behind her ear.

Alynea closed her eyes, her face flushed as she felt her stomach tie into a knot. She should’ve known, she realized. Of course a vampire, an elven one no less, would have been able to hear her whines, no matter how muffled. “Astarion,” she whimpered, her hand squeezing at his thigh. A silent yes, her way of giving him permission.

“The last two times,” he breathed out hoarsely, his tongue dragging along her neck and paying particular attention to the two bruises he’d left. She quivered under his touch, a hand coming up to cover her mouth as she tried not to squeak. “You made me listen while you made your desires known.” Alynea could hardly breathe, with how tight the tension in her body was coiled. She was melting under every single touch of his now. “You made me listen, kitten, to those cries, after flirting with me all day.” She nearly palmed his head away when his fangs scraped along her ear, making her strain and push against him, rocking her body back. Astarion grinned, his arm coming around to encircle her waist. He had her at his mercy now, unable to pull away as his other hand pushed up the hem of her nightgown even further, exposing her.

“All while acting so innocent to me the next morning,” he growled. She gasped when his fangs pierced her, louder than she ever had before. Her body shuddered against his as she let out a low breathy moan, one that seemed to egg him on as his arm pulled her against him even harder. A sharp pain, now a familiar embrace, dulled her senses and made her weak as she became more pliable in his arms. As she lay there, she realized something; he was drinking slowly, much slower in fact than usual. Blinking, she opened her mouth to say something but only managed to let out a quiet strangled noise

Astarion’s cool fingers had found her. She was already wet, and he found only the slightest bit resistance as he slid his first finger in before her body caved, freely letting him push into her. His thumbpad now circled her clit and she let out the most pathetic little sob of pleasure as he continued to slowly, agonizingly slowly, drink down her blood.

Alynea let out the softest, sweetest little moan, her hips jerking in response. She wasn’t thinking, just moving in reaction to him. Still, he held her firmly, slowly suckling out more of her blood as he dug his fingers into her. Hells, he thought to himself, she smelled and tasted incredible. The arousal he had smelled on her had already tipped him off to her state of mind when she had entered his tent, but now it was a full crescendo. Her little whimpers and moans as she attempted to be quiet, to not wake the whole camp, were like a symphony to his ears. It was a delight to hear it firsthand and by his hand, rather than how muffled it was when she was in her own bedroll, crying into her pillows to reduce the noise.

“Oh, Astarion...” He stiffened at her voice; the way his name fell from her mouth was sinful. He hummed as he slowly siphoned more blood, increasing the flow into his mouth and making her cry out as he slid another finger into her. His other hand reached up, tugging down her nightshirt from her shoulders and freeing her torso from the garment. Her lungs heaved as his fingers worked away at her flesh, pinching and groping and massaging the soft skin. Her whole body jolted at the touch, hips grinding up against his palm. With a loud groan of contentment, Astarion released his fangs from her throat, continuing to suck and lick at the two new puncture marks he’d left behind. He would take more later, but for now his focus was on seducing the sweet treat in his lap.

“Fuck, oh gods…” she whispered as Astarion looked down, smirking at what he saw. “Just me,” he crooned softly. He could see the ghost of a smile at his quip on her lips, but it vanished quickly as she melted into his embrace. Pleased with his work, he committed the image to memory. Alynea curled in his arms with her eyes closed, brows furrowed as she squirmed, her chest bared and blushed pink in various locations where he’d pinched and prodded. She was such a pretty thing, pushing her hips against his fingers. “You’ve been waiting for this,” he murmured against her skin. “Isn’t that right? You’ve been wanting to fuck yourself all over my fingers for a while now, you little minx.” Soft, shaky breaths escaped her as she shifted in his embrace while he dug further into her, searching for the soft little pad of tissue that he knew would undo her. He chuckled, nipping at her with his fangs. “Answer me, kitten.”

“A—yes, yes I—” she winced when she bit her tongue fumbling for words as he slid in a third finger. She felt his chest tighten as he sucked in a breath, tasting blood in her mouth. Their gazes locked, her wide eyes looking up at him as his free hand moved to come up to her chin. Firmly, but still gentle, he gripped her jaw as he pushed her to look at him.

Astarion couldn’t help but grin at the sight of her. The smell of her blood leaking from a nipped tongue, mingling with her hot breath made his own belly twinge. Her pupils were blown out, a sight he recognized well as lust. She whined when he withdrew his fingers from her, but he tutted at her softly as he brought them up to his own mouth. “You are perfect kitten,” he groaned softly, reveling in the taste. The smaller elf shivered as his hand left a smear on her thigh as he adjusted her in his arms. He shifted her head to his other shoulder, adjusting his own body to better support her frame as she leaned into him, his thumb pressed against her bottom lip. This night was about her, not him, but she was irresistible to him all the same. The primal, carnal urge within him growled, yearning to take her, though he forced it back down. Not yet, he hissed at it. Not tonight. He wouldn’t destroy this. He wouldn’t.

When he kissed her, he could feel her heartbeat skyrocket. His other hand fell, resuming his motions as she moaned into his mouth. His tongue chased hers, the linger taste of her mixing with her blood, a soft groan escaping him as she whimpered. A sweet thing indeed, he thought to himself. He stayed there, kissing her and lapping at the swollen spot on her tongue that bled just the tiniest bit, enticing him to go further as he kept up the rhythm, fingers reaching as far as he could into her.

Alynea was speechless, her mind racing. Gods, she had been dreaming about this exact scenario for over two weeks now. His fingers felt heavenly as they moved rhythmically against her, every stroke sending another jolt of pleasure through her bones. She could feel her heart in her throat as he kissed her, a strong hand on her jaw keeping her there as his tongue delved into her mouth.

It was all beginning to be too much. Still, she did nothing to stop him as he carried on, feeling herself react more and more sharply the longer he continued. In the back of her mind she could hear herself moaning louder, the sounds harder to control as the pleasure became more intense. Despite the spells inside her that roiled and bubbled up, she kept it down as he slid his fourth finger in, the noises becoming more obscene as her eyes rolled back slightly, waves of heat continuing to build in the bottom of her belly. She had trained her magic well enough to not be worried about a mephit blinking into existence or thornbushes coming up to entangle them, but nonetheless she fought off the tingling feeling in her chest as the tension in her body continued to grow.

“Astarion,” she whimpered against his mouth, catching his attention. His fingers paused for a moment and she whined, rocking her hips slightly as if desperately telling him not to stop. “Astarion, I want you to bite me,” she pleaded, “again, on the neck.” She could feel him smirk against her lips as his fingers started up again, this time more feverish than before. “Oh, you sweet thing,” he whispered, hand still on her jaw. He tilted her head down against his shoulder and she groaned as she felt her orgasm starting to build. She could faintly hear him laugh softly as she began grinding her hips into his hand, biting on her tongue in concentration, legs shaking as she did so. With her head resting in the crook of his neck, she began to moan again, unable to contain her voice as she reached for her release. Alynea had wanted this for so long, her body was on fire with anticipation. She felt his hand leave her jaw, returning to massage her chest and she stifled her cries into his neck. His cool skin provided brief momentary relief as the pressure in her body came to a rumbling boil, but the rush of heat returned just as quickly and fiercer than before.

She didn’t know why he hadn’t returned his fangs to her neck and now she desperately wanted them. A part of her was laughing at the contradiction; his fangs sinking into her often hurt, yet here and now as she was a shuddering mess she wanted nothing more than that sharp, bright pain. Shivers rippled through her body at the thought, muscles straining against his four fingers he kept fucking her with. Fuck, she realized. Did he want her to beg? To plead for him to ruin her further?

Well, if that’s what he wanted, she had no qualms about doing so.

Astarion was a little surprised when Alynea’s hand palmed at his forearm. He didn’t really expect her to be able to think coherently in the moment, given how uninhibited she was making such sweet noises for him. There was something pathetically desperate about the way she weakly pawed at him, unable to put any real strength into her grip. Her head shifted, shaking slightly as her lips moved close to his ear. Sucking in a sharp breath as her lips grazed his neck while her nails dug gently into his skin, he bit back a groan as her tongue rolled over his skin. “You little minx,” he growled quietly, the low register of his voice sending a chill through her.

“Astarion, please,” she mewled. “Please… I need your fangs in me, I’m- I’m so close…” He stiffened a little at that, his own erection that was hidden by the pillow she sat on twitching at her pleas. He hummed, craning his neck down to the exposed skin. “My, my, who would’ve thought our fearless sorceress would be brought to her knees like this,” he crowed. “Moaning and crying like this, begging for me.” In the back of his mind Astarion was gleeful. He knew she was being too loud at this point; Wyll in his tent could probably hear her halfway across the campsite. He knew that the wizard nearby could definitely hear her cries. Perhaps this would finally send the others the message he'd been trying to tell them: She’s mine. She was his to hold close, to nip on the neck and to pleasure.

“Please… I’ve been… been so good, for you,” she whined into his ear, each breathy gasp making him bite the inside of his cheek harder. “I’ve let you take so much… so much blood,” she whimpered. The salt of her sweat left a tang in his throat, lips pressed against her neck as she continued to moan. He could tell she was getting close, with the way she was grinding herself onto his fingers, her heartbeat pulsing through her whole body.

“Oh, fuck, don’t make me keep begging,” she whispered. There was a frantic tone in her voice as she shuddered, continuing to grind against him. “Please, oh gods, I’m so close, I want your fangs in me when I—Astarion, please,” she wailed, completely lost to the hope of staying silent. Was that a tear he spotted in the corner of her eye? He could almost laugh in disbelief, though he would not betray her feelings in that way, at least not in the moment. Planting a soft kiss to her jawline, his fingers tangled themselves into her silver hair. With the slightest bit of force, Astarion pulled her head fast against his shoulder to expose her neck as best as possible. Alynea was shaking with need, sweat glistening down her body as he heard her voice become strained.

She was such a pretty little thing. And she was such an exquisite treasure when she was laid out like this, wanton moans muffled against his body as her nails dug into his arms, her hips moving back and forth against his fingers that continued to push deep inside her. “Sweet thing, don’t cry,” he purred. He could see her chest fall a little at the reassurance, as if some relief had come from his words alone. The sound of her blood rushing echoed in his ears, heartbeat thudding wildly throughout her body as her breathing became even more labored. She was right at the edge now, he figured. They had been at this for over ten minutes and the slow build up was clearly agonizing for her, to be this close.

His fingers slowed for a moment, withdrawing most of the way out of her, his thumb pressing harder against her clit as she cried against him in protest. She was so close, teetering on the edge of her release, but he shushed her to soothe her begging as he planted one more gentle kiss on her neck. “You’re right, darling,” he whispered. “You’ve been a wonderful girl, such a good treat for me,” he muttered against her skin.

“Oh, fuck!” Alynea cried out against his neck as the white-hot pain lanced through her own, feeling his fingers thrust back into her with full force. Eyes squeezed shut, she couldn’t see the wild and unfocused look in his eyes as he began to drink. The familiar hazy sensation from blood loss washed over her with force as he drank deeply, swallowing down mouthfuls of her blood as he fucked her onto his hand.

It was all simply too much. The pressure in the bottom of her belly swelled to a feverish pitch, before it all exploded. She could faintly hear him grunt as her muscles clenched, her whole body seizing up as relief washed over her, ripping through and out her body forcefully.  Her hips bucked hard against his hand, thighs shaking as they tried to press together. His fingers had slowed, but continued to gently fuck her through the high as she felt his fangs begin to retract, her hips beginning to calm down.

After a moment, his fangs finished retracting and Alynea’s gasps settled down to soft mumbles as he lapped at her neck, helping to close over the new marks left by his feeding. There was a groan from her throat as his fingers lazily withdrew from her, her body aching at the sudden loss. She heard him suck in a breath, seeing how the cushion she sat on was freshly wet as a creeping embarrassment grew in her chest.

He grinned at her, not a glint of shame in his eyes as he lifted his hand, dragging his tongue from his wrist to the top of his palm as she watched with a heavy blush. Then, he reached for his pack off to the side and tugged out a cloth. That was enough to erase any lingering worry she felt as her breathing even out. After a moment, she shivered as he wiped her down as well before he placed the rag off to the side to be forgotten. Astarion sat quietly, seemingly unsure of what to do next with the quivering mess in his lap. After a moment she shifted, twisting herself around and surprising him as her arms wrapped around his torso. “Did you enjoy that?” She whispered, head resting still on his shoulder.

Something lanced through him with those words. She asked so innocently, so sweetly, as if he hadn’t just made her lose her mind on his fingers. There was a tinge of authenticity to her tone, something that told him she wanted to know truly if he had enjoyed it. “Darling,” he purred. “You were marvelous.” That wasn’t a lie, he mused to himself. He had enjoyed it, watching her unravel because of his actions made something in him swell with satisfaction. Pride, even.

“The next time you’re so desperate as to keep me up all night listening to you,” he spoke softly, more gently. “Don’t torture yourself. Not when I can help.” She seemed to relax at his words, her eyes unfocused and hazy as her heartbeat began to slow. Exhaustion was calling to her, even as Astarion pulled away to grab another pillow. “You should head to your bedroll, sweet kitten,” he whispered. To his surprise though, she reached out weakly, fingers tangling with his own. “I don’t particularly… care what the others have to say,” she murmured. She was falling into her trance now, voice heavy with exhaustion. “So… let me stay with you tonight here. …Please?”

Again, something in the way she spoke shot right through him. The intimacy of her fingers entwined with his made a strange sensation flood over his face. Although her eyes had closed, he said nothing, only nodding. Pulling a blanket over her shoulder and covering her half naked form, he laid her down on his bedroll. He had never done this part of sex, he thought to himself. Though she didn’t seem to be asking for much. Perhaps she just wanted to stay where a bedroll had already been warmed, instead of making the trudge back to her own tent.

In the morning, Alynea would be slow to wake. When she did, she reached for the amulet Astarion had swiped in the grove, her skin shimmering as the lesser restoration spell shook the sleep from her eyes. To her back was the pale elf, still shirtless from the night before, though he had made distance between them overnight. She blushed when she sniffed the air, heavy with the smell of sex, the smell of her. Yawning, she adjusted her nightgown as Astarion began to shift, waking from his own trance.

Red eyes met silver, blinking silently. Sheepishly, she smiled at him. “Good morning." A slight smile ghosted across his face before vanishing as he sat up, reaching for his blouse. “Sleep well, darling?” He asked. She nodded, reaching up to trace at the nicks left on her neck. She flinched a little when pressing on one of them; the tissue was sore. She looked over to him, whose gaze had also settled on it. Astarion smirked at her, looking down as he laced up his blouse. “My apologies, darling. It seems the bruising is quite... intense this time.”

When she finally left his tent, she cringed internally as she briefly met Wyll’s gaze across from her tent as she slipped inside, hastily changing out of her disheveled nightshirt. She knew the boy had harbored a crush on her since his childhood, and some part of her felt bad knowing he probably heard her cries last night. Likewise, Gale hadn’t come out of his tent yet either. She felt her face flush at the thought of her friend lying in his bedroll, forced to listen as she had wailed so openly for Astarion, moaning his name, begging him to undo her.

Later, the women who had their tents on the other side of the campsite would ask why the men were so quiet. Gale, ever the gentleman, had the grace to brush it off as being exhausted from a bad sleep while Wyll said nothing, staring down intently at his food. Astarion however, had rolled his eyes, scoffing something about humans and their need for sleep. Karlach guffawed at that, pointing out that it was no secret that Alynea had slipped out of his tent this morning and not her own, her neck covered in bruises. True to her word, when Astarion glanced over at the elf, she was chewing on a strip of bacon as she peered over a spell scroll totally unbothered. When she looked up to see the party’s eyes on her, she blinked, swallowing before saying the simplest, sweetest thing he had heard from her yet.

“Yeah, I did. He was good.”

[loonybun]

MAY I ASK U ABOUT UR OCS MY GOOD SIR

SURE!! hi ill do really quick oc intros cuz i dont know how in depth u want and i don’t wanna talk ur ears off. everything under cut

D.A. OCS that i probably will use in drabbles or already have (evil scientists and doctors and living weapons oh my!) (not all inclusive of my ocs in this! just the important ones.)

- koi. he’s my favorite. previously thought to be a normal human dude but then the d.a. was like hi dude. cmere. and they kind of magic infused him. that happened. turns out he’s not human and that fucked it up. man you had one job. anyways he escaped and now he’s kind of struggling. his mental health is like absolutely awful and he’s extremely self destructive ❤️ will actively throw himself into dangerous situations just because he thinks he doesn’t deserve better (character blog @sonadowfan66 . yeah. he’s a sonadow shipper.)

- vian. doctor guy. head of medical department in the d.a. . makes his own medicines and distributes them across the department. nobody knows how the fuck he’s testing them since he’s not authorized to use living subjects but like. they work. so they kind of just assume he’s really smart and knows what he’s doing. he’s constantly under a lot of pressure and will try to convince you he’s perfectly composed and completely perfect and has zero flaws whatsoever. internally he is constantly crashing out. very rageful. also extremely manipulative and used to getting his way. (character blog @dr-venstal)

- tbr. guy who runs the d.a. he’s also a rabbit but that’s not important. he’s also a politician. that tells you a lot about him i think. childhood dream was to be an astronomer but obviously that didn’t work out. backup was to be a scientist. obviously that didn’t work out either. so he’s here now. guy had good intentions and sort of still does but it’s very much become an “ends justify the means” sort of thing where it has become a blurred line if the ends are even still justifying the means. he tries but he kind of sucks a lot. (character blog @tbr-official)

- zee! in a few different departments. roboticist. doesn’t trust tbr but likes the resources the d.a. grants to them. by no means is she ethically superior by the way they have committed absolute atrocities. also he fucking hates vian with a burning passion. like vian’s done absolutely nothing personal to them but they just Need him dead and honestly i respect her for that. also working on a project i can’t say much about here due to lurkers (ray) but… shit happens! (character blog @zippyzapparoo)

- elva. “adoptive” daughter of tbr. by adoptive i mean she was never really viewed as his child but more something to shape and train. living weapon but based on more raw magical ability rather than the alteration shit they were doing with koi. she’s highly skilled in combat but her magical stamina is weaker than average so that kind of caused issues. eventually decided “fuck this guy” and just left. one of the only people to successfully leave the d.a. she lives in the woods now but still does bounty hunting jobs for them on occasion. it’s on her terms though and she makes sure they pay her ridiculously well. major threat to tbr but as long as she’s minding her own business he’s letting her be.

- octavia. adoptive daughter of tbr WITHOUT the quotations this time. favoritism is very obvious. she lacks any magical capabilities but she is kind of a geek so. yeah. she comes off as pretty aloof when in reality she just sucks at communicating with people and any attempts to come off as strained or unwelcoming. friends with zee, who is probably actually one of her only friends. people don’t like her because of her dad and like. fair but leave her out of it. also she really likes vampires.

- maizaya. octavia’s girlfriend. does not know about the d.a. or anything along those lines since she’s not in the wonderrealm and just assumes octavia’s bunny ears are normal and totally human of her. she’s very bubbly and crafty. in terms of energy levels they’re kind of on opposite scales but it meshes well because she can just talk a lot and octavia’s fine with listening. she also loves making accessories and stuff and is very into fashion and art. also getting ominous threatening notes. she’s trying to ignore them but it’s getting worse.

- ophelia. the one LEAVING the ominous threatening notes. decently high ranked mageologist (magical researcher) in the d.a. does not like octavia because she thinks she sucks and doesn’t work for anything she’s been given. extremely petty but hardworking. doesn’t really have too strong of a moral compass. doesn’t like being part of the d.a. but like. she’s here and her wife is too so… yeah. originally just wanted to get maizaya to break up with octavia as a way to get to her but when she actually stayed she kind of just grew increasingly more pissed off to the point of threats and stalking. it escalates from there. normal way to handle things guys!

- astir. he’s not really relevant at all besides like a tiny bit in koi’s storyline but i just really like him. he comes from a pretty well off and well known family (old money) and has like zero life skills because his parents have actively prevented him from learning anything that could mean he could live independently from their wealth. yay! also his parents have done a lot of messed up shit to keep their status so id love for him to face consequences for their actions. extremely closeted homosexual. very anxious and high-strung. kind of a little obsessed with koi but in a conspiracy theorist way. thinks he’s an alien and isn’t wrong but still dude what the hell. after his disappearance he kind of began going full on detective. they spoke to each other like once btw. when they were like preteens. get a grip dude.

OTHER GUYS

- aisling. pathetic faerie prince dude. he’s very soppy and very lonely. trying to find someone to marry but has a very questionable approach about all of it. thinks he’s cursed to be alone forever. very whiny about it. (character blog @fairestoffolks)

- oleander. dryad dude. the reason aisling thinks he’s cursed forever. won’t go more into depth with that. aisling also doesn’t know he exists. just like. tree in his room. that’s definitely not constantly watching him. because that would be strange!

- rosé. kind of a god, kind of not. it’s complicated but i’d consider him one. god of lust. sells love potions to piss off his ex. just over a century old. grew up in an evangelical cult. left cult, got into drag, then started dating a god. deeply regretted it. very bitter and lonely but also theatrical so it’s ok. he’s a little cruel but it’s mostly unintended. also a damn good cook. also he grew up in louisiana and still has a pretty heavy cajun/new orleans accent. (character blog @reaperofcupid)

- adonis. aforementioned god that guy dated. sucks a lot. god of lust, vanity, and beauty. either thinks he’s the best guy to ever live or is self wallowing. it cycles. like drastically. doesn’t understand pain or suffering so when his partner was like “ow turning into a god really hurts what the fuck :(“ he was kind of just like “stop bitchinf about it oh my god it’s not that bad” and that kind of got worse.

[lil-gingerbread-sims]

🎃 Simblreen 2024 🎃

DJ Candy & Yuki

With the announcement of the MySims Cozy bundle for Switch, I got the determination to do something I wanted to do for a while: make sims of some MySims' characters, especially MySims Kingdom, as it was my favorite game growing up. I don't know how many I will have the time to make, I'm very busy this year and I'm already a bit late, so don't expect much.

Using the sims EA already made for Get Together, I made Candy and Yuki. And, oh boy, they needed it because that's not the same characters at all? It's a crime what they have done to Yuki. So, I gave them their freak back.

I gave them likes and dislikes, skills, sexualities, attraction, but no pronouns, as the French version of the game doesn't let you. You can change anything once you have them download. If you don't have one of the packs I used, just replaced what's missing with something else.

All the cc used is included, even tho I know not every creator likes that, it's just easier for everyone. I try to have all the CCs of the same simmer in one folder, so they are still classed by creators. I use skin and eyes overlays, so I will not include these in the download, but the links are there if you want to try/have them.

🎃 Name: Candy Behr

🎃 Age: Young Adult

🎃 Job: Entertainer (Level 2 - Open Mic Seeker)

🎃 Aspiration: Party Animal

🎃 Traits: Music Lover - Party Animal - Outgoing

🎃 Name: Yuki Behr

🎃 Age: Teenager

🎃 Job: High Schooler

🎃 Aspiration: Master Vampire

🎃 Traits: Goofball - Geek

🎃 Packs used: For Rent, Discover University, High School Years, Island Living, Get Together, Werewolves, Magic Realms, Jungle Adventure, Parenthood, Vampires, Spooky Stuff, Urban Homage, Grunge Revival

🎃 Skin: ARE WE ELECTRIC by Pyxis (Infant version by Incandescentsims)

🎃 Eyes: Intuition by Simandy & size slider by Marsosims

🎃 Download 🎃

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Creepy and spooky cartoons of my youth (2)

Now we get into the real thing! The actual "creepy cartoons" that shaped who I am today! (As I said before by "creepy cartoons" I range both cartoons intending to be creepy for kids, or kid media that just happens to have a "creepy" motif to it)

Starting with Extreme Ghostbusters. I never watched the original Ghostbusters cartoons, just the movies and this epic series. After seeing it a few times as a kid but then losing all traces of it and wondering if it was not all just a fever dream, I found it back in its entire glory on the Internet (I even got to check into the Patreon of the guy who designed the monsters of the show!). This show introduced me to a... LOT of things let's say

You might recognize the artstyle/animation style as being somewhat similar in terms of creature designs to the one used in the cartoon series based on "Jumanji", which itself was quite a piece of creepy children media:

Much more European this time: "My Grandmother is a Witch"! I had this cartoon on VHS and it was one of my early faves. You probably never heard of it, because it is a French cartoon (Ma grand-mère est une sorcière), so a brief recap for you: a teenage witch lives with her granny witch in a cursed and haunted forest right next to a modern-day town. She has a best friend who is a geek tech-gadget-genius, bizarre goblinoid Gremlins-like pets, an "uncle" who is a vampire living in another dimension populated by monsters... And the cartoon is about her various adventures or misadventures being a witch trying to live next to regular humans in a modern world (with the twist being that the humans are often freakier or more insane than the witches themselves - though the witches do regularly indulge in monster-creations and spell-fights in the city causing regional panick and disasters)

More famous for an English-speaking audience, and even dearer to my heart: Martin Mystery. Does it need any presentation? Designed to be a "horror show for kids" inspired by the X-Files, monster hunters fiction and many horror pieces of all sorts. Part of an unofficial trilogy with "Totally Spies" and "Team Galaxy". One of the manifestations of Europe's 2000s obsession with making anime-styled cartoons. Contains some of the coolest monster designs ever.

Another European reference - I had a certain soft spot for the "Jibber Jabber" cartoon which despite the uncanny of the "early age" 3D animation, still had a premise I quite loved (and similar to Mona the Vampire) of children living their actual games like entire fictional worlds... Except "Jibber and Jabber" lacks the the weird insanity angle of Mona the Vampire. I mean unlike Mona who can be read as a psychotic kid harassing poor strangers for no reason, Jibber and Jabber are just two kids playing within the confines of their own house and solely bothering their sister and their dog. It is a bit more wholesome X)

Due to the narrative, the show explored various fictional worlds, but I include it here due to the two "horror" recurring universes - the one where the kids play a mad doctor and his "Igor", and the one where they are vaguely-Victorian monster hunters.

I can't go on without dropping Tutenstein. For a kid into mummies and Egyptian mythology, this was a welcome cartoon (I think it aired somewhere in the morning when I first caught its existence, summer mornings). I was quite shocked when I learned the same man designed the monsters for both this show and "Extreme Ghostbusters". But in retrospective I probably shouldn't be that surprised...

I am pretty certain I forgot one cartoon I really wanted to talk about... I could speak about some of the creepy Looney Tunes or Disney shorts, but I feel that would be an easy way out... And I could speak of some favorite French shows of mine whose insane, weird and psychedelic style led to some nightmare fuel for kids (like Ratz, or Space Goofs) but I already pulled a cheat card like this one in my previous post...

Oh well if I ever recall, I'll share it in a reblog. Already that's quite a selection for you to appreciate, if you ever want to search for kid-friendly, animated Halloween treets.

And you, what were some of your creepy cartoons as children? Either cartoons that spooked you out a lot, or that were just "macabre fun" a la Addams Family?

[yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere]

so, alright, here are the movies/MEDIA that make me go *oh shit I'm so bi, omg bisexual panic*

so, alright, here are the MOVIES that make me go *oh shit I'm so bi, omg bisexual panic*

(it can be very bi-vibes movies or simply movies that make me feel how very deeply i love being bi, or the ones i just enjoy rewatching-not necessarily with bi/queer representation!) : Red, White & Royal Blue 2023 , Wicked (Part 1) 2024 , The Mummy 1999, The Little Mermaid 2023, The Little Mermaid 1989, Anne Of Green Gables 1985, Anne Of Green Gables:The Sequel 1987, Anne of Green Gables: The Continuing Story 2000, The Road to El Dorado 2000 (the iconic Both. Both is good), Mulan 1998, RENT 2005, The Cutting Edge 1992, Ten Inch Hero 2007, Rebel Without A Cause 1955, The Fallout 2021, Better Off Dead 1985, According To Greta 2009, Anastasia 1997, Serendipity 2001, Running for Grace 2018, The Christmas Secret 2014, Cinderella 2021, The Idea of You 2024, Rise Of The Guardians 2012, 10 Things I Hate About You 1999, Do Revenge 2022, Charlie’s Angels 2019, Bottoms 2023, Cadet Kelly 2002, Lemonade Mouth 2011, The Perfect Man 2005, The Lizzie McGuire Movie 2003, A Cinderella Story 2004, Agent Cody Banks 2003, Roman Holiday 1953, My Babysitter's a Vampire 2010(MBAV), Purple Hearts 2022, Carry-On 2024, The Little Vampire 2017, John Tucker Must Die 2006, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies 2016, The Princess and The Frog 2009, The Addams Family 1991, Addams Family Values 1993, Treasure Planet 2002, Atlantis: The Lost Empire 2001, The Favourite 2018, Challengers 2024, The Runaways 2010, Upgraded 2024, Fallen 2016, The Half Of It 2020, A Biltmore Christmas 2023, Feel The Beat 2020, My Old Ass 2024, Time Cut 2024, Ice Princess 2005, Zootopia 2016, La Dolce Villa 2025, Heart Eyes 2025, Picture This 2025, Starstruck 2010, To All the Boys I've Loved Before 2018 + To All the Boys: P.S. I Still Love You 2020 + To All the Boys: Always and Forever 2021, The Princess and the Pea 2002, The Life List 2025, Love, Simon2018, Coraline 2009, The Greatest Showman 2017, The Game Plan 2007, The Craft: Legacy 2020, Descendants (2015) & Descendants 2 (2017) & Descendants 3 (2019), Tom and Jerry: The Movie 1992, Wendy Wu: Homecoming Warrior 2006, Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School 1988, (but also like SD anything, tv & movies 60s 70s 80s 90s 00s and more!!), The Hating Game 2021, Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief 2010, The Perks of Being a Wallflower 2012, The Duff 2015, Beauty & the Briefcase 2010, Raise Your Voice 2004, Winter Spring Summer or Fall 2024, Death of a Unicorn 2025, How to Train Your Dragon 2010 & How to Train Your Dragon 2 2014 & How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World 2019, How to Train Your Dragon 2025, Snow White 2025, The Cutting Edge: Chasing the Dream 2008 & The Cutting Edge: Fire and Ice 2010, (+ will probably keep adding to this soon-ish)

+TV SHOWS that my bi heart loves:

One Tree Hill(OTH), Shadow and Bone, Roswell 90s(OG), White Collar, Reign, Mary & George, Heartstopper, XO, Kitty, Wild Cards, Living for the Dead, Warrior Nun, Wednesday, Maxton Hall : The World Between Us (2024), Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous(JWCC) & Jurassic World Chaos Theory (JWCT) , Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Dawson's Creek, Anne Shirley 2025 (Anime) + AWAE/ Anne with an E 2017-2019, Vampire Academy 2022, Fallen 2024, Willow, Dickinson, Heartbreak High, Bridgerton (S2!), Teen Titans, Legacies, TheAddamsFamily(1964-1966), Love Victor, My Babysitter's a Vampire(MBAV)(2011-2012), Finding Carter, Lab Rats, Star-Crossed, Lockwood&Co, Queer As Folk, The L Word, Sabrina The Teenage Witch 90s, Shadowhunters, Lizzie McGuire, Ginny & Georgia, Get Even (2020), Geek Girl (2024), Agatha All Along, Sabrina: The Animated Series 1999 , Never Have I Ever, Lucifer, DC' Titans, The Royals, Cruel Intentions 2024, Adventures of The Gummi Bears, The Duck Tales, Tom and Jerry, Fantaghiro 1999, The Scooby Doo Show (70s), Scooby Doo Where Are You? (60s-70s), What's New Scooby Doo?(2002), The Trouble with Miss Switch+ Miss Switch To The Rescue, Pulse 2025, Motorheads 2025, We Were Liars, My Lady Jane,

-also bi4bi stories: Fiyero Tigelaar & Elphaba Thropp(FIYERABA)(Wicked (Part 1) 2024), Morticia & Gomez Addams(The Addams Family), Li Shang & Mulan(Mulan1998), Peyton Sawyer/ Rachel Gatina & Brooke Davis (BREYTON/BRACHEL)(OTH-One Tree Hill, canon to me idk), Ariel & Eric (ERIEL)(The Little Mermaid-TLM, also canon for me), Alina Starkov & Mal Oretsev(MALINA)(SAB-Shadow And Bone, also canon f me), Kate Sharma & Anthony Bridgerton(KATHONY/KANTHONY),(Bridgerton since S2, yup, this is how i see them), Kitty Song Covey & Min Ho Moon (MOONCOVEY/KINHO)(XO, Kitty), Kenji Kon & Brooklynn(KENLYNN/BROOKJI?)(JWCC-JWCT-Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous-Jurassic World Chaos Theory), Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase(PERCABETH)(Percy Jackson and The Olympians), (ANYHOW let’s stop assuming any f&f or m&m couples are lesbian/gay and f&m straight because BISEXUAL PEOPLE EXIST!)

+MUSICALS on Broadway/ West End that my bi heart adores just beyond:

Wicked, Anastasia , Hadestown, RENT , Tick Tick BOOM, Redwood, The Little Mermaid, Next To Normal, The Phantom Of The Opera, Moulin Rouge! , The Lightning Thief (The Percy Jackson Musical), The Addams Family, Gay Card, Dear Evan Hansen, EPIC The Musical, Maybe Happy Ending, SUNSET BLVD. 2024.,THE JONATHAN LARSON PROJECT, Evita, The Great Gatsby, Little Shop Of Horrors, West Side Story, Beetlejuice, Aladdin, The Color Purple, Les Misérables, American Idiot Musical, Jekyll & Hyde Musical, The Outsiders, Spring Awakening, The Secret Garden musical, Some Like It Hot Musical, The Greatest Showman musical,

+BOOKS/ BOOK SERIES that my bi heart absolutely LOVES:

Artemis Fowl Series by Eoin Colfer, Shatter Me Series by Tahereh Mafi, The Folk Of The Air Series by Holly Black, The Diviners Series by Libba Bray, The Devouring Gray Duology by C.L. Herman, GRISHAVERSE books (Six of Crows!!, Shadow and Bone, King of Scars-3 mini series) by Leigh Bardugo , This Woven Kingdom Series by Tahereh Mafi , Fallen Series by Lauren Kate, Elixir Series by Hilary Duff, The Cemetery Of Forgotten Books Series by C. R. Zafón, The Keys To The Kingdom Series by Garth Nix, Infinity Cycle Series by Adam Silvera, Anne Of Green Gables Series by L. M. Montgomery, Bloodlines Series & Vampire Academy Series by Richelle Mead, An Ember In The Ashes Series by Sabaa Tahir, The Selection Series by Kiera Cass + STANDALONES Lauren Kate-Unforgiven (standalone book in my opinion), Eoin Colfer- Airman, David Nicholls- One Day, Gayle Forman-Just One- Day & Year & Night (mini series), Vanessa Len-Only a Monster (mini series here too), Adam Silvera- History Is All You Left Me, Adam Silvera- They Both Die At The End , Adam Silvera- The First To Die At The End, Becky Albertalli-Imogen,Obviously, Mason Deaver- I Wish You All The Best(+short novella here!), Casey McQuiston-Red, White & Royal Blue, Casey McQuiston- The Pairing, Casey McQuiston-I Kissed Shara Wheeler, Casey McQuiston-One Last Stop, Aaron H Aceves-This Is Why They Hate Us, Page Powars-The Borrow a Boyfriend Club, M. K. Lobb-To Steal from Thieves, Wen-yi Lee- The Dark We Know, Mason Deaver-The Feeling Of Falling In Love, Sophie Gonzales-The Law Of Inertia, H.E.Edgmon-The Witch King & The Fae Keeper (duology!) , H.E.Edgmon-Godly Heathens & Merciless Saviors (mini series here!) , Carlos Ruiz Zafón- The Midnight Palace, Isabel Abedi- Whisper Haunted House, Francis Scott Fitzgerald- The Love Of Last Tycoon, Leo Tolstoy- Anna Karenina, S. E. Hinton- The Outsiders, Becky Albertalli & Adam Silvera-Here's to Us & What If It's Us (duology), Amanda Woody- Exes & Foes + They Hate Each Other,

+ATM Magazine(Anything That Moves Magazine)(1990-2001) : .https://anythingthatmovesarchive.carrd.co/ &https://anythingthatmovesarchive.carrd.co/#scans &https://anythingthatmovesarchive.carrd.co/#about

(will keep adding here probably!)

+https://www.goodreads.com/review/list/139102124?shelf=bi-bisexual-characters-done-well

-also bi4bi stories: Violet Saunders & Isaac Sullivan (The Devouring Gray + The Deck Of Omens (duology), Kit Fairfield & Theo Flowerday(The Pairing), Noah Byrd & Asher Price (The Borrow A Boyfriend Club),Jonah Collins & Dylan Ramirez (They Hate Each Other), Nathan Allan & Ben Benjamin De Backer (I Wish You All The Best +I’ll Be Home For Christmas),

https://www.instagram.com/the_bi_library/ & @ the-bi-library here on tumblr!!

BOOKS TO LEARN MORE ABOUT BISEXUAL HISTORY & ACTIVISM:https://www.tumblr.com/ruimtetijd/686000390089621504/list-of-books-about-bi-history-and-activism-from

+ https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Q--nIkJu0OS0BgiyZmdKVwOVg1G90SFzWijNDWFTt58/edit#heading=h.wqkaxpi7o5je

+about THE MUSIC:

love you all, we need MORE bisexuality in media!!

+some links:

The Bisexual Flag, its meaning and history!:https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/762664140472008704?source=share + Lani Kaʻahumanu talking about how bisexuals have ALWAYS been around!:https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/762663819491328000?source=share

.https://anythingthatmovesarchive.carrd.co/ &https://anythingthatmovesarchive.carrd.co/#scans &https://anythingthatmovesarchive.carrd.co/#about

also i recommend this podcast ‘A Little Queer Podcast’ by two incredible bisexual people Capri Campeau and Ashley Whitfield. episode linked here, ‘Debunking Bisexual Myths and Stereotypes’ :https://open.spotify.com/episode/3wcP8HBIY0IyVxROjpZPNg?si=TIHDv-eFQi-mdsCS6zKzNA (all covered here for real!) +also check ‘A Bit Fruity Podcast’ by Matt Bernstein (very educating one!!) + Bisexual Brunch Podcast (UK) by 3 bisexual people, 2 men and 1 woman! here:https://open.spotify.com/show/3tH2DAjYrk2cXdYRSqt5nS?si=2ae6bb60b1534366

let’s talk about biphobia/Kit Connor (Max Hovey TikTok) important video:https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/770851818143186944?source=share +Bisexuality has never excluded trans and non-binary people. Please stop spreading this lie. It actively harms trans/n-b bi people and bi people with trans/n-b partners. STOP BI ERASURE :https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/770848612526735360?source=share + WHAT IS BISEXUAL ERASURE:https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/770848534830399488?source=share + ‘ANYTHING THAT MOVES’ ATM 90s Bisexual Magazine is Shockingly Relevant Today--- Despite the joy of reading this bi-centric work, however, it's telling how little has changed since 1991--The first several stanzas of "This Poem Can Be Put Off No Longer" by Susan Carlton, featured in the first issue of 'Anything That Moves.' Credit: Anything That Moves / The poem continues, but the point is clear from the start: Bisexual people aren't believed for who they are. They're belittled and told to "choose a side," that they're bisexual for attention. It's difficult to think that this poem is over 30 years old. The poem "truly could've been written yesterday... or 50 years ago," said Marshall. "How long do we have to keep screaming the same things to the world over and over until people stop pretending we're speaking another galaxy's language?" --- The solace of Anything That Moves, however, is that even though progress has been slow, fellow bisexual people can relate to the shared experience detailed in its pages.:https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/770848263124500480?source=share

THIS song (bi bi bi THIS IS OUR SONG!!) by Sub-Radio (the lead vocalist Adam Bradley is bisexual♥) :https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/765512527066087424?source=share &https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/765512891127480320?source=share + THIS BAND SINGING THE BLACK PARADE but make it ever more queer pride parade♥ :https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/765565710891155456?source=share &https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/765565917201612800?source=share (you’re scaring Ron you’re scaring Rooonn) + an awakening with HSM(?) :https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/765565797378719744/mndvx-subradioband-happy-pride-yal-anyone?source=share

(+IMPORTANT) (Nov,2023)-A Bit Fruity Podcast (created by Matt Bernstein (gay American Jewish man) Ep with Moe Dabbagh, a gay Palestinian American with family currently in Gaza. ‘Queers for Palestine & The Power of Pinkwashing’. Palestine has been occupied for more than 76 years now, since 1948 year. This ep gives you a LOT of information, especially if you are one of the people who can’t see right through the propaganda; or the ones who go ‘well if you’re gay then go to Gaza and see how that goes for you’. Queer Liberation is a liberation of Palestinian people. We can’t have one without the other. Free Palestine. Free all the people that are not yet free. This is where we start!! Ep on youtube :https://youtu.be/Xsgdk-DDSXc on spotify :https://open.spotify.com/episode/62WOjKJYih6lhuisP8tmZH?si=soRArGs1QeWqEzEaiSVlUg on iheartcom:https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-a-bit-fruity-with-matt-ber-117844074/episode/queer-palestinians-the-power-of-129612460/(keep learning & keep showing up!)

!!.http://alqaws.org/siteEn/index & https://queersinpalestine.noblogs.org/ + https://www.instagram.com/queersinpalestine/

[haunteddollbaby]

vamp ?

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au:: kinda like monster high,, all the characters are different kinds of monsters. you and baji happen to be vampires. there's still gangs,, and baji sells weed and has a gun cs that's hot. dont ask questions js go w it.

note::

sorry for the sudden post ,, i thot i quit . it's just nobody has written a vampire baji fic,, and it's pmo . this is porn w a kinda plot & lowk a slow burn,, myf ! oh & not proofread... at all .

?

(xxx)xxx-xxxx

yk where i'm at sweets🖤.

read 2:22am

you roll your eyes. you've told shion to shut the fuck up with the nicknames,, but of course,, he doesnt listen. you have no choice but to deal with it though,, seeing as you don't know any other vamp dealers or even someone willing to deliver so late .

with a sigh,, you leave your room,, walk down the steps and slip on your yeezy slides. you stick your head out your door to look for shion's car where he always parks,, and it's there,, as expected.

what you didnt expect is to see shion's face being pressed against his own passenger window with his hands behind his back,, restrained by an officer .

'fucking idiot' you internally face palm .

there's two squad cars,, two officers searching shion's backseat,, and two pounds of weed in said officers' hands .

'yeah ,, he's not getting out for a while.' you shut your door,, slipping your slides right back off and proceeding right back to your room with a heart full of disappointment .

you figured he'd be caught soon,, shion was conspicuous as fuck. his hellcat had every illegal ass mod you could think of,, along with his flashing led lights,, too tinted windows,, and deafening music.

now that you think about it, it really was just a matter of time. but why'd it have to be down your block ?

'whatever i'll just smoke my last seventh.'

?

it's the next day,, and you're at school. what're you doing? you're talking to your best friend,, senju akashi,, of course .

"oh my fuckkk,, juju did i tell you what happened last night?" you were so geeked you forgot to tell your favorite poltergeist about your previous plugs incarceration !

"nawl,, what happened noww? you always got sum bullshit going on." senju laughed,, half at you,, half with you .

"bro why shion gon go ahead and get his stupid ass taken in. in front of his fave customer's house too. the bitch had me ready to shoot myself,, he know damn well i depended on him for my gas and he gon up and get arrested." you ranted,, "now where am i gon get my precious plant???"

"we been knew the bitch was stupid,, i mean if he was smart he would've never got that ugly ass head tat." senju laughed a little more before offering you some good ass info, "butttt i may be able to help you get a new dealer!"

"juju i love you sooo much,, you know that right???" senju really is your savior because you didn't know what you were about to do w/o your fix .

"you say that alllll the timeeee!! but i could definitely ask haru,, you know how connected he is. there's gotta be a vamp dealer in his gang. ill text him right noww !"

"okokk,, tell chiyo i said hii. and let me know what goes on,, i gotta get to bio. bye bye bookiee !" you blow senju a kiss along with your goodbye .

she returns the gesture, "you already know we got you,, see you later pooks !"

?

who figured that biology should be 2 hours long?? because they were wrong. as fuck.

biology is the most tedious subject you've ever been subjected to. and it didn't help that the teacher was a perv,, glancing down everytime a female walked by in an attempt to catch a glimpse up a skirt .

to add salt to your very open biology wound,, the teacher's assigning new seats today. you await your assignment with bated breath,, and lady luck is on your side !

you're seated in the last row's right corner,, next to the window .

'yesss!! this is the best possible outcome,, but... who the fuck sits next to me?'

your seatmate was assigned last,, which was anxiety inducing as hell may you mention,, but lady luck looked out again .

your seatmate is a fellow vampire,, his name unknown to you . that part didn't matter to you that much though,, you're more focused on how he looks like a God .

'oh my fuck this can't be realllll ,, my seat mate is fine as fuck and i got the window???? eeeeekkkk !!'

you must've been showing your happiness a little too much though because your new seatmate commented,,

"you look as happy about our seats as me pretty,, i bet i can keep you smiling like that all semester ♡." he shamelessly flirted,, all with a fanged smile that only made him look finer.

your thoughts drifted to what his fangs would feel like on- no n/n,, focus !! you need to respond fuck face,, "you're real confident,, let's see if you can pretty boy. you can start by telling me your name."

"i know i can,, pretty." he grins at the redness growing in your cheeks, "and you can call me kei,, aren't you y/n?"

"keiiii,," you drawl,, smiling to where your fangs can show too,, "that's cute,, rolls right off my tongue."

nonchalantly,, he responds,, "say my name like that one more time and sum might happen."

your eyes widen,, the scarlett in your cheeks growing,, but you continue as if you didn't hear him,, "but yes that's me,, you can call me n/n though. since i can tell we're gonna talk alot ."

"okay n/n,, since we're gonna talk alot,, can i have your number?" he asks,, still quietly laughing at your facial reaction,,

"hmmm,, give me your phone."

with that,, you two exchange numbers. you're conversation doesn't end there though. you talk and talk and get to know each other the rest of the 2 hour period. you can tell biology isn't gonna be as shitty as usual anymore .

?

it's lunch,, and you and senju just reunited under the tree where you always eat together.

"okay i just asked haruchiyo last period,, and he gave me this boys number. he said he's apart of his gang,, a vamp dealer and he delivers all night." senju gives you the good news along with the dealer's number .

you smile at the discovery of your new source of pretty green plant,, "tell him i said thank youu!"

?

it's 2:37am and you're getting ready to text your new plug .

you

hey ,, you around xxxx ? i got your number off sanzu .

read 2:22am

(xxx)xxx-xxxx

yea,, what you need ?

read 2:27am

you

2 zips,, flavors don't matter js make one sativa n one indica .

read 2:33am

(xxx)xxx-xxxx

igu,, send the addy

read 2:36am

you

777 xxxxx street

read 2:37am

(xxx)xxx-xxxx

rd,, ill be there in 10 .

read 2:39am

you loved a message .

(xxx)xxx-xxxx

im parked on the corner,, come out .

read 2:48am

you

i'm coming .

read 2:49am

(xxx)xxx-xxxx loved a message .

?

you walk out your door and see a scat pack hellcat .

'ohh shittyyy!! this the first time i'm seeing a scat pack,, this plug gotta be the real deal cs ts expensive as fuck. shion bitch ass only had the normal jawn ."

when you walk up to the driver's window,, it's already rolled down,, as expected. what you didn't expect is to see kei .

"oh hey kei,, you just keep getting more interesting." you say,, holding out his money to him.

"oh ian know you smoke,, pretty. that's cute,," he doesn't take the money,, but he hands you your fix,, "it's on me,, pretty girls like you shouldn't have to pay for anything."

"aw you're so sweet,, keiii." you say drawling his name mindlessly.

his eyes darken,, unbeknownst to you,, luckily for him you can't see enough into the car to see his lap .

"are you done for the night? because you can come in and smoke with me,, maybe stay a little... or longer?" you smile,, reaching through his window and twirling his hair around your pretty,, manicured finger .

see if anyone else tried this shit with him,, he would've lit them up,, but you? he'd love to take you up on your offer,, even though he isn't done for his night. his customers will be fine,, he figures.

"yeah,, ill come in."

?

"pretty room for a pretty girl." he says,, walking in and making himself comfortable in your bay window.

"thank youuu,, here pick a show and the color of the lights." you say handing him the tv remote as well as the one for your led lights.

you settle across from him,, rolling tray in lap,, accompanied by your ganja accessories and your newly bought zips. you take 2 big nugs from each bag and grind them up.

"sooo who rolling ?"

"you know how to roll ?"

"duh i deal."

"okay smart ass,, let's both roll. whoever's L is pearliest gets to make the loser do whatever they want."

"you ready to gimme a kiss mama ?"

"you're cocky for somebody who hasn't even opened up the wraps."

keisuke takes initiative and pulls a pack of sweetwood flat leaves out his pocket,, strawberry cream. he fishes a leaf from the packaging and proceeds to lick around the rough rectangle,, perfecting its shaping with his fangs .

'fuck he's hot .'

"y/n,, you're drooling."

you're awakened from your trance; baji's words act as the snap of a hypnotist,, and you happen to be the hypnotized .

"oh fuck up and focus your pretty face on licking the wrap."

you empty the grinder of its contents,, vibrant green petals littered with purple speckles and white powdery coating,, beautiful if you do say so yourself.

baji scoops the gas into the wrap and starts packing the wood,, he definitely rolls like a boy. the wood comes out smokable though,, luckily.

yours is perfectly tucked,, not too tight yet not loose. neither of you needed any papers,, so both your blunts were atleast decent.

baji puts his blunt to your lips n lights it there, and you puff it. you debate on what trick to do but ultimately choose a simple ghost. you pass him his L back and light your own,, blowing the smoke in his face,, eliciting a grimace from the vampire boy.

"i think mine is better,," baji smirked,, moving closer to you,, "so about my kiss. now or later ?"

"ha. that's cute,, delusional,, but cute. my shit looks like a pre roll. i definitely won"

"so we both get something from the other,, yeah?"

the last word makes you blush. you can't tell if the cause is his tone,, the word itself or whatever. either way,, your thighs clench the slightest bit as you feel warmth pool in your panties.

"i guess so,, but i get mines first since my L is prettier." you let out a little giggle that makes baji's dick strain against his gray tech sweats,, but he covers it with a gengar plushy you had laying around,, "may i,, pretty boy?"

"you can have whatever you want,, beautiful. js keep looking at me like that."

you grab his wrist,, and bring his blunt to your lips,, taking a long,, steady drag,, all while maintaining eye contact. you gently trace his jaw line with your free hand before guiding his face to your own,, letting the smoke escape your mouth. keisuke understands your intentions immediately,, as he instantly inhales it. he gently grabs your neck before locking his lips onto yours,, the remaining smoke returning to you,, before he pulls away.

"you're sexy as fuck,, you know that?"

"i've been told,, now hit your L before it goes out." you smile,, as you follow your own advice.

?

"i wanna be like you when i grow up,, y/n !!" senju whisper shrieks.

she's walking floating you to bio as you confide in her about your last week's escapades with your new vamp dealer. she's used to you letting shit marinate before letting her know,, so no hard feelings.

"i should've went furtherrrr,, i wanted a taste of his blood,, but i pussied out. bro,, he's sexy asf & respectful. kiab,, i'd let him fuck." you grin idiotically just thinking about him.

"shit,, i can't even blame you. boys with manners do it da besttt. wait,," senju stops abruptly before you walk into biology,, "don't you have this class with him?????"

"yea,, we've been getting to know each other better & shit." your smile only widens & your cheeks redden,, "i actually know a decent amount about his personal life now. our views are similar & i lowk feel like we have a genuine connection."

"girl if youn get your man!" she pushes you into the classroom,, and you make your way to sit beside an awaiting keisuke.

"who got you smiling & blushing,, n/n?" he scoffs,, "i thought we agreed i was onnat?"

"does it matter who? it's not like you gon do sum are you?" you tease,, unknowing of the consequences.

"gimme your hand."

you raise an eyebrow,, but comply,, placing your hand in his. he brings yours down to his waistband,, placing your hand on something... hard?

"fuck the thought of me with somebody else got you hard? cuck ass-"

he lifts his shirt with a shit-eating,, pointy-toothed grin,, exposing the sleek handle of his glock17.

"play with me like dat again & ill shoot dat lil bitch ass boy then fuck you with my gun. you're my girl,, you feel me?"

"i definitely wanna feel you in me."

kei's expression remained the same,, aside from the newfound redness in his cheeks to match yours.

"that can be arranged,, mama. you have my number,, and you know i'd drop everything for you. matter fact,, ill be over tonight,, leave your window open."

"it's never closed,, come by whenever." you gave him a sly wink,, "oh & could you bring me two more zips please? i got the money to pay for the last two & two more-"

"what i say last time? you're too pretty to be paying for shit. i ain't broke,, baby. keep your money & buy some nice to wear for me tonight. one indica & one sativa,, yeah?"

?

you excitedly look at the beautiful lavender lace lingerie laid out on your bed,, tags still on,, fresh from your emergency afterschool shopping trip with your favorite poltergeist. you quickly scoop it up & make your way to the bathroom connected to your room,, not bothering to shut the door. kei won't be here until later,, it's only 1:37am,, you figure.

you were wrong,, wrong as fuck. it's 2:22am & you're almost done with your shower when baji sneaks in through your window. he hears the shower and decides not to potentially overstep any boundaries of yours. instead he simply places your zips on your nightstand and opts to lay on your bed,, introduce himself to your plushies as your boyfriend & spark up.

3 minutes later you walk back into you room,, smelling like flowers,, clad in only your lavender lingerie. you're pleasantly surprised to see baji laid up in your bed. he immediately sits up upon seeing you.

"hey gorgeous,, you look ethereal. good girl,, listening to me when i told you to get sum fa me. i was only playing,, you know?" he pulls a wad of hundreds out his pocket,, spreading em out,, "come sit,, baby."

when a man this sexy talks,, you listen. you oblige and take a seat in his lap,, more so straddling him than sitting on him. he passes you the blunt to occupy you while he takes his money and spreads it along your tits. you feel something harden beneath you as he does.

"fuck you look so good,, mama." he splits the cash in half,, folds it up,, places one half in his pocket,, and the other in between your boobs,, "keep that,, your new outfit is on me. and get sum more too. i wanna see you in blood red."

"then you'll have to come back tomorrow,, pretty boy." you smile sweetly,, subtly taking of his jacket,, before fiddling with his belt buckle,, "i missed you this wholeee week. why didn't you come by? you know i love surprises." you take a drag and do a clean french inhale.

his hands rest on your waist,, thumbs rubbing slow circles into your sides. "i missed you more,, mama,, but business is business. i can only come around so often." this elicits a pout from you that makes baji's dick jerk,, "fuck don't make that face or sum might happen."

"make sum happen then,, or are you pussy? hm keiiii?" you tease,, hoping to get shut up,, and your wish is his command.

suddenly the grip on your waist tightens,, and your flipped onto your own bed,, blunt discarded. baji,, now above you,, kisses you,, biting into your lip to gain access to your mouth. your tongues swirl around each other before you pull away to trail kisses down his jawline,, inching lower and lower until your lips are to his neck. you kiss it before giving it a tender bite,, sucking the blood from the wound you created,, drawing a deep,, gruff moan from keisuke.

you don't have enough time to bask in his beautiful sounds before his fingers are circling your clit,, his other hand fingering your sopping hole. you unwillingly let out a squeal,, rolling your hips into his hands. keisuke's so good you swear you can cum on his fingers within in a minute... and he notices.

"what a slut,, already tightening around my fingers and it hasn't even been 30 seconds. you needed me real bad,, huh mama? use your words." baji teased,, with that familiar fanged grin that somehow made him look sexier.

"yesss,, kei !! needed you soso--fuckkk !-- bad! please don't stop,, i think im gonna-"

"no,, not yet,, mama." he laughed,, pulling his hands away entirely,, before taking your panties off completely.

you whine loudly,, annoyed by the sudden lack of stimulation. your hands fly back to his belt buckle,, loosening his belt and pulling his pants and underwear to his knees in a swift motion. keisuke was hung. at least 9 inches with a prominent vein on the top and your hand could barely fit around it. you spit on your hand and stroked him off,, your free hand fiddling with his balls. baffled by the sudden loss of control,, keisuke allows himself to succumb to the pleasure of your ministrations,, bucking his hips to your hands.

as you continue,, kei rids himself of his wifebeater,, his chest on full display. you slow down,, distracted by his greek god-like figure,, allowing him to position you as he pleases. next thing you know,, your ankles are being held above your head,, your tits spilling out of your bra,, and baji is thrusting into you at a steady pace. he angles up,, intentionally hitting your spot just right. you can't help the screams that come out your mouth,, and baji wouldn't want you to anyway. you claw at his back,, drawing blood in some places,, only causing baji to moan and speed up.

when baji feels you getting close,, he switches positions. he flips you on your stomach abruptly,, and you arch your back instinctively.

"awww you're such a whore for me,, pretty baby." he unclasps your bra effortlessly before grabbing your neck from the back and continuing to ruthlessly batter your cervix

you felt him so deep in you,, you thought you were about to burst. the coil in your stomach only tightened,,and the euphoria that enveloped your body only grew as he continued. you knew he felt the same.

"keiiiii,, please cum with me baby! please,, please-"

"mhm,, come on,, pretty."

you both finished,, but keisuke didnt bother to pull out,, opting to bask in the warmth of your cunt instead. it was quiet for a while before he whispered to you,,

"be my girlfriend,, yeah n/n?"

[nicoarangoo]

There are constantly two things on my mind and they are Taylor Swift and The Sims so here’s a fun lil thing I put together since I had no plans this weekend. (I actually started writing this a year ago)

I know some people have done similar challenges inspired by Taylor so feel free to bend the rules to your liking, each gen it’s based mostly on the ✨vibes✨ of each era.

If you do play it and want to share it here or anywhere else you can use #theeraslegacychallenge cuz I’d love to see it 

Gen 1: Debut 💚

Hold on to your horses kid, you’re about to become the new country music star from Chestnut Ridge and find your place in this world 🤠

Aspiration: Musical Genius 

Traits: Cheerful, loves outdoors, Music lover.

Career: Entertainment 

Rules:

start on an empty lot with nothing but a guitar

complete the aspiration and reach top of career

Master the guitar and singing skills 

Have a breakup before finding spouse

Celebrate every winter fest 

Live in Chestnut Ridge all your life 

• Keep your first guitar to pass on to your children 

Gen 2: Fearless 💛

Oh golden child it’s a love story just say yes! This gen starts when your sim is a teen 🫶🏼

Aspiration: serial romantic 

Traits: Romantic, family oriented and horse lover

Career: Actress (sweet sweet superstar)

Rules: 

get a (white) horse as a child 

Complete a teen aspiration 

Marry your highschool sweetheart 

Master the horse training and charisma skills 

Have at least 3 children 

Complete the serial romantic aspiration 

Keep your first gold horse competition medal to pass on to your kids 

Gen 3: Speak now 💜

Next chapter!  Time for some sparks to fly 

Aspiration: Academic 

Traits: Bookworm, cat lover, geek

Career: education 

Rules:

be a spellcaster 

Interrupt the wedding of your future spouse (since there’s no actual option to do this you can play it out however you want)

Have a cat (or 3)

Get a degree in university 

Get the dragon familiar 

Master the the writing skill

• Write a book called the story of us to pass on as an heirloom 

Gen 4: Red ❤️

It feels like a perfect Gen to dress up as hipsters and make fun of our exes 

Aspiration: Successful lineage 

Traits: Snob, romantic, hot headed 

Career: Writer  

Rules: 

Have a big break up as young adult 

Start your career after said breakup 

Name one of your books All Too Well

Master the writing and knitting skills 

Reach the top of your career 

Keep one of your knitting projects as an heirloom 

Gen 5: 1989 🩵

Welcome to San Myshuno! You came to the big city after leaving your family home to live your wildest dreams and never went out of style 

Aspiration: City Native 

Traits: ambitious, insider, dance machine 

Career: Style influencer 

Rules: 

move to San Myshuno as a young adult 

Master the photography and dancing skills 

Have a close group of friends and go out to parties often 

Decorate your room with pictures of your life 

Have only one child 

The heirloom for this Gen is a picture of your sim by the sea 

Gen 6: reputation 🖤

Ready for it? You don’t love the drama it loves you 

Aspiration: Master Vampire 

Traits: Loyal, Art lover,  high maintenance 

Career: writer - journalist branch then reaper 

Rules: 

Get turned into a vampire as a young adult 

Get fired from your writer job after reaching the journalist branch 

Wear a piece of the delicate jewelry set with your at least one outfit 

At some point get a low reputation then raise it back up 

Master the vampire lore aspiration 

Get the vampire cure after your heir has grown up

• The delicate jewelry piece is this gen’s heirloom 

Gen 7: Lover 🩷

You will be complex, you will be cool 

Aspiration: Soulmate 

Traits: Romantic, cat lover, creative 

Career: business- management branch as a young adult then romance consultant as an adult 

Rules:

live in a suburban house inspired by the lover house 

Help your parent find the vampire cure 

Have a holiday with your family every summer 

Have a cat 

Master the painting and mixology skills 

Reach the top of one of your careers and complete the aspiration 

Keep one of your painting as an heirloom 

Gen 8: Folklore 🩶

You had a marvelous time growing everything!

Aspiration: Renaissance sim 

Traits: loves outdoors, loner, bookworm

Career: Gardening - floral designer branch 

Rules:

live in a cottage in henford on bagley or brindleton bay 

Have a well kept garden 

Write books in your free time but do not sell them 

Be in a love triangle as a teen 

Master the herbalism, floral arranging and baking skills 

Craft an heirloom of your choosing

Gen 9: Evermore 🤎

Life was Willow and it bend right to your wind 

Aspiration: Spellcraft and sorcery

Traits: Bookworm, genius, clumsy 

Career: detective 

Rules:

Become a spellcaster 

Live in Glimmerbrook

Master the nectar making skill

Complete the tarot collection 

Complete you aspiration and quit your job as an adult 

After quitting become a home chef

Keep an excellent quality nectar bottle as this gens heirloom 

Gen 10: Midnights 💙

Best believe you’re still bejeweled!

And also you’re like some kind of congressman 

Aspiration: Crystal crafter 

Traits: music lover, overachiever, snob 

Career: Politician 

Rules:

Complete the crystal crafter aspiration 

Get fired from your career at some point 

After getting fired make a living from selling jewelry 

Master the gemology and piano skills 

Keep your favorite piece of jewelry as this gen’s heirloom 

Gen 11: Tortured poets 🤍

So tortured so poetic

Aspiration: bestselling author 

Traits: gloomy, bookworm, romantic 

Career: Writer 

Rules:

marry a sim in the athlete career 

Master the writing skill

Complete the aspiration and get the poetic trait 

Have a room with all the previous generations heirlooms 

Write a book for each of the 31 songs on TTPD 

See you next Era!

[someotherdog]

a woman condemned to a life in bon temps. that’s what jeannie oh felt like, at least. she was a prisoner in the small, northeastern louisiana town that her father had moved to after years in shreveport. she was a prisoner because she blew up her figure skating career, and her mother couldn’t stand to look at her because she hadn’t gone on to the olympics (and stopped the gravy train). she was a prisoner because she was stuck living in her dad’s house with her annoying stepmother and admittedly pretty cute but disruptive toddler half-sister. she was stuck in a merlotte’s uniform with its tiny shorts and skin-tight t-shirt because she had been fired from the local big lots for being smartmouthed with the customers. all those things combined made her nigh insufferable, and she wanted to inflict her emotional pain on everyone that crossed her path.

sam merlotte refused to fire her despite many people advising him to—he took pity on her childish dramatics, believing it to come from a place of hurt and responded that jeannie was just a kid despite being twenty-four—and she couldn’t stand most of the people that walked through the restaurant’s doors. she only had two or three coworkers she could actually tolerate, and most customers begged the hostess not to seat them in jeannie’s section since she would no doubt somehow offend them. they offended her by not being the glamorous, cold people she knew back up north when she was still skating.

in short: everyone in bon temps was a stupid hick and she hated this fucking town!

then, of course, there were the murders. jeannie somehow kept the thought that they were lucky to leave bon temps even if it was through death to herself, though that was the only thing she kept to herself. a masterclass in self-restraint, she thought. it seemed every table that night just had to voice their thoughts on the victims and their supposed killers—they were sluts; that’s what they get for fangbangin’; that was why you could never trust a vampire; boy those fellowship of the sun people on tv know what they’re talkin’ ‘bout.

it was all so annoying. out of sense to be a contrarian rather than a vampire rights activist, jeannie fought with anyone she heard talking about the subject. in her opinion, vampires at least had the advantage of being interesting. everyone else in town had lived small, quiet lives that no one could envy. not like jeannie, worldly skater who had actually been to europe before and, at one time, owned a burberry purse.

clearly, no matter what she could say, it would all fall on deaf ears. no one actually cared about her opinion, despite how strongly she proclaimed it. “oh, whatever.” jeannie rolled her eyes, clutching onto the refill pitcher of water in her hands. she wanted to dump it in maxine fortenberry’s lap. “as if a vampire don’t have better things to do than pick off miss catfish bon temps pageant runner-ups all night. i don’t know what you’re so afraid of either, miss fortenberry. vampires wouldn’t even look twice at your old, wrinkled neck.”

with that, jeannie left the table without refilling maxine’s glass, ignoring the older woman’s protests about being mighty thirsty. instead, she returned to the bar and slammed the tray down on the bartop before she caught the gravelly voice speaking to her. slowly, she turned to the man and gave him an irritated sneer. “what’s it to you?”

still, it had been a long time since someone called her smart. most people just called her a bitch. sighing, jeannie decided that he would be the one customer that she was nice to today. putting her hands on the counter, she glanced down at the sink before she attempted to give him a pleasant smile. “some people don’t have a lick of sense, and they all happen to live here.” she looked around the table and didn’t see any drinks or food in front of him. “are you waiting to be served or somethin’? normally, tara takes care of all this up here, but she’s got an attitude worse than mine.” rather, she rivaled jeannie on the matter, but that was what made them get along most of the time: mutual hatred for the public.

— @someotherdog liked for a starter // in a true blood world

"You ain't ever gon' get through these people, you know that?"

Ford's voice cut through the chatter in the restaurant. It was a rather off-color statement of him to make—and never mind the fact that he wasn't a man of many words to begin with—but one of his grievances with living in Bon Temps was hearing the constant debate about whether vampires were good or evil. And Merlotte's on a night after the discovery of two dead humans, each with fang-shaped bitemarks, was more rampant with ignorant opinions than usual. More evil than good, no matter the other's admirable attempts at being civil, preaching don't judge a book by its cover.

Ford, a vampire himself, knew better than to spend time at places like Merlotte's. With the sentiment towards vampires growing more hostile by the day, he was safer in Fangtasia, despite disagreeing with those in ownership. But a resident for more than a century now, Merlotte's was one of the last few places in Bon Temps to get an honest good bite. (No pun intended.) Even if he could only drink Tru Blood, he sho' missed the biscuits and gravy they served all day. Recipe never changed after all these years.

He looked up at the other and shook his head. "You's wastin' your breath. Smarter than all 'em combined and multiplied."