#sanguine park

[problematic-fictive-edits]

"hullo!!! apologies if this is annoying- but we’re a trauma based system and we’d like to request a pupgender tweek icon edit if you wouldn’t mind!!! mainly asking for our tweek fictive + being dogkin/pupgender as a whole <:3"

~💖 Bebe

[incorrectdaedra]

"I actually think you look really good! Except for the stick up your butt."

—Sanguine, to Jyggalag

[luveline]

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡? | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he can’t cope (even if he claims he can). 2k words. requested here

cw fem!reserved/shy!reader, first kiss, heavy kissing, mutual pining, eddie being a hot dork

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Some people (Steve) call Eddie your loser boyfriend, while other people (the girls at work) call him the rockstar. 

You see both sides of him now. 

“Sweetheart!” he calls, the passenger seat window rolled down, his voice strong where he shouts behind the wheel. The van bumps the curve, leaving a sanguine line of rust in its wake and a creak to make everybody on the sidewalk wince. 

“Hello,” you call back. 

The van hums. You wait for him to be at a definite stop before you approach, hands on the open window, leaning up so as to see him best. It’s not just a usual date night tonight, Eddie’s taking you to Indianapolis for a rock show, and he’s dressed the part. “Woah, you look cool,” you say, bravely, wondering if that’s the right thing to say. It’s undoubtedly true —he’s slicked his curls with mousse to define them and leave them pitch black in accordance with his eyeshadow, dark and tapped into his lash line. The top he wears is incredibly tight, carving the softer lines of his abs for anyone to see, and his black jacket is ripped in places to expose the ink of his tattoos. “Are they multiplying?” 

“What?” he asks, grinning at you. “Are you getting in? It’s freezing!” 

“Your tattoos,” you explain, opening the door and popping up into the van with one shoe on the step. 

“Shit, you wanna see?” 

You’re not scared of Eddie, you just like him. He doesn’t worry you, doesn’t pressure you, nothing nefarious about him. He’s pretty, he’s considerate, and he does stuff like this, peeling out of his jacket to flex his arm at you and show you the Saran wrapping around his bicep. “Like that one?” he asks.

He has nice arms, and they’re all the better for his painful obsession. His newest one is difficult to see well under the wrapping. He notices you squinting and moves it up, tape pulling his skin. 

“Another bat?” you ask. 

“Not cool?” 

“So cool,” you disagree. This bat is unlike the others on his arm, which are small and simple in comparison. This one is heavily detailed and very dark, fangs in small triangles bared. The eyes aglow. The skin around it is red. “Did you get that today?” 

“On a whim. Still wanna date me, or is it getting to be too much?” 

You can’t answer him, and he knows that. You’re not very good at navigating intimate conversation or circumstance, though you like him, and he must know that too. Or he must really like you. Your dates have been chaste. Only last time could you work up the courage to take his hand, but when you had, he rewarded your courage with a drove of tenderness, fingers rubbing your knuckles and squeezing soft patterns for hours at the back of the movie theatre. 

The drive to Indianapolis takes near enough an hour. Eddie puts you on map duty but doesn’t use it, ignoring your offer of directions on the insistence that he knows a shortcut and then rerouting when you get too lost. He tells you there are snacks for you in the centre console and laughs, endeared, when you pop the lid and smile at it all. You talk about the show, a band you’d never heard of but had wanted to see on the grounds of sharing his interests. That’s what couples do, right? They try to do things together. You have to put yourself out of your comfort zone, and you’re happy to try if it means you can do it with him. 

“You nervous?” he asks, pulling into the parking garage outside of the venue, a towering, multi-story fiasco crammed with cars and motorbikes. 

“No,” you say, not quite mumbling as you look down at your hands. 

“Good, don’t be. I’m gonna look after you, we’re gonna have a great time. And then we can get takeout after?” You look up. He stretches his arm out to glance at his watch. “I would’ve taken you before, but good old Indianapolis keeps getting further away.” He smiles apologetically. 

You laugh without meaning to. His smile ramps up a notch. 

“I love when you laugh. You have such a cute laugh,” he says. 

“I know you’re lying,” you say, still laughing anyways. 

“I’m not lying, I love the way you laugh!” He shakes his head, curls falling away from his face as he flicks on the light on the car roof. “We have half an hour till doors open.”

“You don’t wanna line up?” 

“It’s kind of overwhelming and I figured we’d stay near the back of the crowd for your first gig here, it gets pretty rowdy.” He says ‘pretty rowdy’ like a drag, nodding gently, eyes lit with mirth. You love it when he talks like that. 

“We can go now, get further in. I can handle it.” 

“It’s not about handling it, I want you to have a good time. Plus, they could ruin your nice dress.” 

You meet his gaze all smiles like he is, but heat flickers in your chest and in your stomach, and you have to look away. It’s an impulse you’ve always given into. You’re reserved in the feelings department but trying not to be, Eddie deserves reciprocation, but it’s hard. Either way, he seems to understand this about you, and he hasn’t complained. 

Still, a bedraggled silence falls. Nearly awkward, unsure of how to tread, you sit together in your separate seats listening to cars parking and doors opening, closing on either side of you, the headlights of the cars driving past glaringly bright, white flashing over your screwed palms. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

You’re sure Eddie wants to kiss you. Three nights ago at the movies, after an hour of languid hand holding, he’d looked at your lips no less than three times as he said good night. He told you he’d had an amazing time, and that he couldn’t wait to see you again. You’d said the same in earnest, and then he’d just walked away. All those stolen glances and he hadn’t made a move. 

“Eddie… why…” You poke your tongue into your bottom lip momentarily, chewing it over. “Why haven’t we kissed yet?” 

“Um–” He lets out a nervous giggle before roughly clearing his throat. You peek at him, watching intently as he takes his hair away from his face with two hands. “I’m just waiting on you, sweetheart. No pressure.” He laughs as he talks, a picture of panic, “You’re sort of shy about that stuff, you know? I didn’t wanna surprise you.” 

“But you do want to kiss me?” you ask unsurely.

He puts his hand on your knee, the space between you suddenly smaller and warmer, the light like white glaze on his pupils, illuminating his finer details. He has a mole nestled under his eyelashes too small to see until now; it catches your attention. You stare at him too long. 

“Of course I do,” he says, eyebrows pinching together in concern. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I met you.” 

You nod and snap your head back to your lap. Why does he have to be so nice? You wish you’d listened to Steve, even if he was joking, you shouldn’t have ever said yes to Eddie, because now you’re terrified you can’t kiss him and you’ll ruin everything…

“Hey, it’s fine. I’m not waiting for anything. You can take your time or you could never kiss me, and I won’t care. I swear. I mean, I really want you to kiss me but I’ll find a way to cope, I’m sure.” He takes his hand from your leg softly. “Do you want my jacket? It’s cold out, n’ we should probably start walking.” 

You pull your head up slowly. 

He reads your hesitant expression. “I’m in no rush,” he promises, head ever so slightly ducked to yours. 

Okay, you think. Okay, I can do this. You hold your breath and start to lean in. He falters, a millisecond of misunderstanding, before he recognises what you’re doing and smiles. He reaches for your waist with enough care to give you a chance to change your mind, and when you’re close enough to feel his breath, his lashes shutter. 

You follow suit, blind, with nothing but your intuition as you press your lips to his. 

With a feeling like the hum of the engine under your hands, you bring your fingers to his soft cheek and hold him still. He breathes in harshly, touches you far from it, his palm slipping behind your back to pull you in. You lean into it; it feels natural to give in, to turn your head one way and part your lips, to have him kiss back with heat and surprising sweetness.

You feel unlike yourself in a good way, falling back to kiss forward again, a third time, trying to chase the lulling bliss of his lips. The stomach aching want. Your hand chases across his cheek and into the curls behind his ear, needing him closer but not expecting the sound it elicits. He sighs into your lips and you flinch back, startled by the sensation. 

Eddie rubs your back with his index finger, unjudging as you drop your head to catch your breath. 

“You okay?” he asks quietly. You can hear his affection. It’s palpable. 

You nod, a dizzy weight collected in your forehead, thankful when his free hand catches your cheek and he turns your face gently to the side. “I got too hot,” you confess, only half of the truth. 

“It was pretty hot.” He smiles at you like you’re the only person in the world, like you’ve a secret only he knows. “Want me to turn on the A/C?” 

“No, I–” want to kiss you again, you think. You might even tell him so, but he starts to blow on your face, disrupting any thoughts you’d had earlier. He purses his lips and blows cold breath on your cheek, a tenderness in his gaze and the tip of his thumb where it rests just under your eye. “Oh.” 

This might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for you. Your face feels precious in his careful hand, pretty under his longing look. You’re not scared when he encourages you back to his lips, your eyes quick to close, your hands across the gap of your seats to gather his shirt between tight fingers. 

His kiss is a reflection of him. Loser, rockstar, he’s eager and his hands start to betray that, his kissing melty hot and addictive as the tip of his nose presses hard to yours. You turn your face to accommodate him better and that small action drives him crazy. He’s pulling you in, smiling into your mouth, making breathy sounds that’ll stick around in your head ten times as long as the tingles filling your chest as just kisses and kisses and doesn’t stop. 

“M’sorry,” he says, pulling away, and then stealing another heavy, soft kiss like he couldn’t wait. “Sorry,” he apologises again, stroking the skin beside your eye to encourage you into opening them. “I’m not trying to get carried away. Just can’t believe you just kissed me.” 

“No, it’s okay, I– I really wanted to.” 

He kisses your cheek. You aren’t expecting it and you don’t know how to deal with it. It’s like kissing him has invigorated him, you’re a shot he knocked back, his excitement catching as he begs, “Close your eyes again, sweetheart, just one more–”

You raise your chin and he practically gasps, immediately pressing a last chaste kiss to your burning lips. 

“I’m not always like this,” he promises, leaning away, his fingertips falling from your face to trace down your neck, your shoulder. “You’re just so fucking pretty I lost my mind. I’m on best behaviour from now on, swears.” 

He raises his hand up in a scout’s honour. 

You breathe out happily. “Thank you.” 

“Oh my god. Quick, we better get out of this van before I lose my mind.” He shakes his head. “You’re insane. I have such a crush on you, holy fuck,” —he turns away from you and gets out of the van— “Jesus.” 

You pull down the sun visor to check your reflection in the mirror. You look thoroughly kissed, eyes aglow with it. 

“Fuck!” Eddie swears. You beam at yourself as he wraps on the window. “Come on, sweetheart! I have a concert to pretend to pay attention to.” 

You slink out of your seat, brave enough to try for another kiss so long as it doesn’t kill him dead right here in the parking lot. 

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[wweskywalker]

“He was in love, very much in love; and it was a love which, operating on an active, sanguine spirit, of more warmth than delicacy, made her affection appear of greater consequence because it was withheld.”

Gaemon & Daenys in a Mansfield Park quotes oof <3 I actually don’t really like this because I finished it like three weeks ago and I hate how Daenys’ face looks a bit off idk :/

[akitasimblr]

GRANDMA GIGI & AUNT BEE MEETING THE BABY BOYS

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[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park x Reader: Daydream

G/N. Soft.

Gun finds himself daydreaming.

An activity usually reserved for those with their head in the clouds, star gazers and idealists.

He is none of those things.

His mind is in reality. Two feet are solidly on the ground. Fists steadily breaking noses, ribs, limbs.

Yet.

Even amongst the stench of blood, bones cracking and tendons snapping, he can't stop thinking about you. Thoughts that used to be occupied with money making and successors and fighting have been replaced.

Supplanted with glimpses of your sweet smile and bright eyes. Of sanguine scenes together, candlelit dates and tangled bedsheets; a future with you by his side. Hazy and hued and rose tinted.

The distraction, change in demeanour doesn't go unnoticed. But if Goo had thought it a problem, he hasn't said a word (though his knowing looks say enough).

Jobs are still done, tasks still ticked, missions still completed. They go home with their bank accounts higher and bloodthirst quenched.

If anything, Gun fights harder. Executes with laser focus and a startling efficiency. A surprising but not unwelcome byproduct of wanting to see you sooner.

He's more amicable to Goo's rambles and absent minded chatter. Used to half listen to it anyway, now he lets the words float over him. Insults and all. Thoughts preoccupied with you in his past and present and future.

Even with all Gun's musings, the reality is unimaginably better. When he comes home to find you. Pull your body into his, press his lips to yours, your breath on his neck-

It does not, can not, will never compare.

[loquaciousquark]

My dog is getting old. This has happened to everyone in the history of the world who has ever loved a dog.

It's my turn, horologically speaking, to watch age catch up to him. I keep trying on the grief to see how it fits. Today I'm more sanguine; today I'm remembering the good days and the good years. The lump in the throat still hurts.

It's hard for him to stand up now on the bad days. Especially in the evenings, especially when a few hours ago he'd flung himself wall to wall with joy when I got home from work; and especially first thing in the morning when he wakes stiff as a board in the hips. On the good days he can still take the four stairs up to the living room in one light-speed jump when he's on a tear, though he trusts the kitchen linoleum much less than he used to. Today's a bad day. Yesterday was worse.

There's a faint discolored patch on my quilt where he sleeps. Right side, foot. It took half a decade to show up, and every few months I give it an extra soak in a bleach-filled bathtub. It still never really goes away; besides, he puts it right back on. Not tonight, though. Tonight he sleeps in the front room, because the stairs up to me are too hard. He watched me go up tonight without him and his tail drooped so low it touched the floor. He's only been mine eight of his eleven years, but I was there when he came home the first time, when he was exactly eight weeks old. I held him up in one hand like a waiter's tray and it was easy. He's ninety pounds now and I can't help him much at all.

German Shepherds are prone to hip dysplasia. Half-breed, half-hipped, I'd hoped, but on the bad nights he struggles to get up on those back legs like he's heaving ballast off a sinking ship. The husky part of him just seems to make him shed and yell, especially when I'm late getting home. I'd hoped for a little more time from the mix, maybe. But maybe not.

He's finally gotten used to fireworks. Thunder's mostly all right now, unless it's very bad. The washing machine is a new terror; sometimes I forget until it goes into the spin cycle and he lifts my legs off the ground trying to crawl under me. He eats books when he's anxious, when I've committed the temerarious crime of coming home and leaving again in the same day. Cold Mountain is nothing more than shredded cardboard and a few strung-together chapters, a sacrificial lamb to preserve Catherine, Called Birdy and Holes. The Private Patient died years ago.

He didn't want to come indoors tonight. The dryer was going, almost as bad as the washing machine, and there were stairs between him and bed. He let me coax him in at last, because I can't lift him and can't push him, and he made it clear that when he stiff-leg trotted inside he did so because he loved me, not because he wanted to. I sat with him while he found an acceptable patch of rug in the front room; I cooed and petted him and gave him a treat he didn't earn. He still whined when I left and looked like he wanted to get up, but didn't think he could make it.

He's getting old; it's his turn. His muzzle is turning white and his eyes have gone cloudy with cataracts. 2+ nuclear sclerosis, maybe -- probably all a little blurry, that's all. No PSCs, no cortical spoking; central vision's honestly probably fine. The vet keeps saying dogs adapt well. He can certainly see the stray cat who keeps lurking on my front porch. I'd like them to be friends, but a week ago he got out and chased her off like a bullet from a gun. His hips were good that day, and adrenaline covers a multitude of sins.

I have a picture of the first time we took him to get a Christmas tree. He's sitting and looking up and his head isn't even high to my knee. I remember watching him tear around the dog park lap after lap after lap, the single mixed greyhound out of fifteen or twenty dogs the only one who could keep up with him. I have pictures of him at the end of nearly every lecture I give; lately I've been tripping over them like rocks, stony little griefs worked loose from a streambed when the water moves too fast.

I'm thirty-five years old. I keep thinking that every dog who was alive on the planet when I was born is dead. Most are long dead. My dog has meds to help, which is comforting. I have a vet who will help me put him to sleep in my home, his home, when the time comes. Two to four years, she guesses, maybe, if he doesn't get cancer. When I watch him struggle to stand up I wonder if that's not too long for kindness.

It's a very human thing to miss someone before they die. Dogs don't do that. They live in an endless now, like a kid in a yellow summer. Now, I love you. Now, it hurts -- now it stops. Now, I love you.

I want that for us for what's left, for whatever one two three four years we have. When it happens, I want him to die in no pain, looking at me holding him where all his toys are, his favorite rope, his purple pig, his leash, his tennis balls. I want him thinking nothing but Now, I'm tired; now, I'm happy.

The empty place at the foot of the bed hurts tonight. The grief stings and bites, worse because I know I'm borrowing it ahead of time, because he's asleep fifteen feet below me, warm and full, even if tonight's a bad night and the stairs are too hard. I have to sit in it, though, just for a few minutes. Try it on for size. It's his turn, I keep thinking, and mine. Everyone who has ever loved a dog has done this before me. Now, I love you. Now, I miss you. Now, it hurts.

[what-is-fanart]

He’s serving I’m afraid

This is a redraw of my first sanguine picture that got like decently popular. Lately I’m been struggling really hard with art since I moved and got my new job, so i decided to go back to basics, sanguine has always been the character that just kicks my art block out of the park. And I decided to redraw it in this new lineless style I’ve been doing to update it, and I’m pretty happy with it. So thx sanguine love u babe this is why I got the tattoo for u. Thank u all for coming to my ted talk

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

Sanguine Play Park

TYPE: Park SIZE: 30x20 (placed on Widowshild lot) COST: 38,717 LOT TRAITS: Child's Play, Convivial, Vampire Nexus CHALLENGES: None PACKS: (may be some additional with hidden objects)

PLAYTESTED: Yes, by my current gen family who have an infant and a toddler. Other townies (including Jacques Villareal and some children) showed up and used the lot with no issues. GALLERY ID: hayley247 (simsfileshare). OTHER: MOO and bb.showliveeditobjects before placing

This was for @akitasimblr who wanted an infant/toddler appropriate play park for her Dreadful Nat save. Not my usual style but I'm surprisingly pleased by how it turned out.

Bearing in mind that most fanged caregivers will not have Caleb's Daywalker trait, I tried to keep the open air feel without crisping anyone by adding the dome.

Off to the side is also a little outhouse/changing table area with a sheltered bar so that vampires with some lore knowledge can mix themselves up a sunlight resistance cocktail. I *really* wanted to plant some wolfsbane nearby but just couldn't find any in bloom.

more pics below the cut

(If some of the posts and pillars appear missing, that's just the screencaps.)

Bonus nighttime view:

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[free-boundsoul]

A Song of Blood and Change

What if William had been at Wonderworld when our lovely little sceptic stumbled along? He knew exactly what they were, what the gift of their blood meant. What if he gifted this little human to Vincent, in a bid to keep them safe while also making his wayward Progeny take on some responsibility? How would things change?

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  “My, what brings you to a place such as this?”

     The human gasped, the pitter-pattering of their heart turned into a staccato rhythm as they whipped around to face the source of the voice that was too close. They’d been alone just a moment ago, the abandoned amusement park had been just that- abandoned, there hadn’t been another soul around since they stepped into Wonderworld. But there one was, gleaming silver eyes meeting theirs as they spun around to face him.

     William Solaire saw, more than felt, as his Trance locked in place. The shock that had started to overtake their expression quickly gave way to a dreamy calmness as his Trance spread through their mind. The panicked beating of their heart started to slow in their chest. A fact the vampire appreciated, as the previous beat would only draw the other’s curiosity and incite that predatory drive that lived within them. As if the human wasn’t enticing enough.

     The scent of their blood was mouth-watering, even through the skin, and it was only worse now that he was standing in front of them. When the summer breeze had carried their scent to the other side of the park where he’d been, well, he hadn’t wasted a moment to use his vampiric speed to find them. He’d been extremely lucky that none of the younger ones had found them first. Now that they were in front of him, the suspicion he’d had when he had scented them was confirmed at their lack of an aura.

     In the five centuries since William was Turned, he’d only encountered a handful of humans whose blood practically sang in their veins. They’d been given different names through the years: Sanguine Sirens, Crimson Temptations, Carmine Divines. The most current term he believed they held in the current time was “Latent.” A human that should have developed a core during puberty, but never had. But the Latent human still had a connection to magic, even if the circuit wasn’t complete. The magic would build up in their body, and with nowhere to go, it would become concentrated. Turning their blood into a potent cocktail that would tempt any vampire.

     A vampire’s ability to detect Latents was one of the closely guarded secrets that only the monarchy was privy to. Blood like that was a once in a century chance with how rare Latents were. Their existence, back in William’s early days, was a luxury, one of the ultimate symbols of a monarch’s influence. His own Maker had had one, and it left a bitter taste in William’s mouth at the memory of how quickly that poor girl had perished. His Maker had not been a man known for his patience, or his self-restraint. With every drink of their magically charged blood, he lost more and more control until he’d drained her dry.

     William had encountered a few more through the years, pets of other monarchs that were treasured and revered by the vampiric royalty. He’d even been given the privilege to taste one, a favor a dear friend of his had gifted him. The memory of their blood was still fresh, despite it happening over two centuries prior. He’d never had blood that hot, it almost felt like it’d been boiling in their veins before it had been dripped into a chalice. The gulp he’d been gifted had flowed through his body, racing in his veins as it heated him from the inside out. The blood had been velvety smooth, awakening dormant tastebuds as it bloomed on his tongue. Nothing had compared to that small mouthful of blood. The little bit had satiated him for days.

     William shook himself from his memories, looking down at the human who’d inadvertently stirred them. The question that was the most pressing in his mind…what was the best course of action regarding them? If he let them go, even if he Tranced them to never return to the park again, they would still be in town. It would only be a matter of time before vampires sought them out, drawn to their blood regardless of the fact that they didn’t know why. And once they got a taste…well, he couldn’t imagine many of his Clan able to resist themselves. This human would meet the same as the one his Maker had acquired.

     Maybe it was simply the knowledge of how precious their Latency was, a rare gift to his kind, that left a bitter taste on William’s tongue at the thought of their demise. Maybe it was the memory of the poor girl he didn’t have the chance to save when he was a Juvinate in his own right. Perhaps he just didn’t want to add on to the guilt that a king had to bury, if he let them go on their way. Regardless of the reason, he had been the one to find this human, and now, he felt responsible for their fate.

     William let out a sigh, the action only a little more than breath. He could Mark the human as his. It would ensure their safety within his Clan, and even outside it. There weren’t many that were brave enough to cross the King of Solaire. But it would still require him to keep them close, and that was a danger on its own. And he would feel remiss if he could not give them proper attention. At this moment, he didn’t have the time to care for them….but perhaps he didn’t have to.

     There were only a few vampires in his Clan he would entrust this unexpected gift to. His first Progeny, Alexis, would certainly have the strength of wills to not lose herself to the call of their blood. But William already knew the responsibility of caring for them would be too much. Samuel, Alexis’ reluctant Progeny, would make a fair substitute. He was so responsible, and caring despite the surly act he put on. But he already knew Samuel would refuse, and he had no intentions of trying to push the matter. Then there was Porter, but with him being out of town on an indefinite basis, he was already out of the running. It would have been a good fit. A gift for the sword that served him so faithfully. But that fate was not in the stars.

     That left his second Progeny, Vincent. Vincent, despite having Turned almost thirty years after Alexis, could rival his fellow Progeny. William knew that Vincent would be able to keep himself in check with the Latent. He knew that the boy had a caring heart and that he wouldn’t balk at the responsibility of caring for another person, nor would he mind having another person in his home. He might refuse William on the basis that it was his Maker asking, but the monarch had a suspicion that Vincent would accept anyway. Especially if he brought up the fact that he’d thought of gifting them to the vampire that Vincent couldn’t stand.

     Perhaps this would be beneficial to the young prince. William wasn’t blind, he knew his youngest Progeny was struggling to accept who he was in his new life. It was the reason why William gave him as much space as he did. William had no desire to Invoke his Progeny as his own Maker had done him. But Vincent was becoming a risk not just to himself, but to the Clan. Even the King of Solaire only had so much pull with the Department when it came to Vincent’s Covert breaches. He was losing himself to the carnal façade he’d adopted in order to survive in this second life.

     But maybe if this little human became the prince’s companion, it would pull him back, give him a little perspective… at the very least, he would have a live-in source of blood, which would lesson the possibility of a Covert risk. The human would have protection while Vincent would have a responsibility that might help him grow as a person.

     But there were steps William had to take. First, he’d take them back to his home to conduct an interview away from prying ears. He could feel the stares of the Juvinates watching them, curious over what the king would do to the human who had stumbled into their hunting grounds. He had to see what he was dealing with, if the human had family that would make themselves a problem. What connections they had, what their life was like. It would be opportune if they were human born.

     Not that he wouldn’t be able to overcome any problems that arose. A vampire of his age had plenty of connections, after all. Making one human disappear was a simple thing. If it provided his Progeny with what he needed to grow and succeed…well, William wouldn’t lose sleep over uprooting the human from their previous life. At least under Vincent’s care, they would be safe and wouldn’t want for anything.

     “My dear, where is your vehicle?” William kept his tone gentle as he looked down at the Tranced human.

     Their hand rose as they pointed back the way they’d came, toward the parking lot. “It’s back there…” Their own voice was soft, almost musical in their response.

     “May I have your keys? You shouldn’t drive in your condition, and I don’t think you would want to leave it here.” William extended his hand as the human pulled a keychain from their pocket, his lips twitching upwards at the bat charm attached to the mess of keys. They fell into his palm with a jingle. A Juvinate flashed to his side without his prompt, William handed the keys over to him. “Bring their vehicle to my estate.”

     The vampire bowed his head respectfully before he flashed away, the forced ruffling the human’s hair with the sudden breeze. William stepped closer to them, one of his hands curling around their shoulder. Their head craned a bit as they kept his gaze, a soft, puzzled expression crinkling their brow and giving their lips a small frown.

     “Why can’t I drive?”

     William gave their shoulder a gentle squeeze, though he made sure to keep the surprise off his face. Sure, he hadn’t put them in a complete Trance. He didn’t steal their mobility or their voice. But most humans were more than happy to float in the peaceful tranquility that this Trance gave them, making them pliant and willing to stay close. It’d been awhile since a human had question a suggestion.

     “Don’t your limbs feel sluggish? Your eyelids heavy? You’re so tired…I couldn’t allow you to drive like that. It would be much better if you came home with me. I won’t let anything happen to you, dear one.” He put a little more force behind his words, the Trance settling even deeper into them. Their posture changed, shoulders slumping as they swayed on their feet, their eyes barely open as a yawn fell from their lips.

     “You’re right…I’m so tired…it’s really okay to go with you? I don’t…I don’t want to be a bother…”

     “Of course it’s okay. It would be my pleasure to lend a hand to one such as yourself…may I?” He waited for their nod before he bent a bit, hooking his other arm behind their knees and swinging them into his arms. Their head rested against his shoulder as their eyes closed fully.

     He settled them more securely in his arms before he made his way back to his estate on foot. The monarch had a few arrangements to make before he introduced them to his Progeny.

[belovedstilldear]

Clasps hands together. Guys. I forgot to post about Rosas SMP for ... More than two weeks now.

*ahem*

First Days: Rosas' blimp crashes into a mining rig located in Ambrosia Point. The first character they're greeted with is Sheriff Mel! Rosas explores the new town and the surroundings around them. Townsfolk warns the newcomers to not go into the Dark Forest across the river.

Cloudy, Streqq and GhostTea go into the forest and immediately regret it. SUUURELY this won't become plot relevant!!!

Beloved, Streqq, Cloudy, Tea, Flygon, Halo and Sprout split off from Rosas to build their home, calling their home "Citrus-Rose" considering that's the family's last name. Spore and Midori also join their group later on.

Beloved, Flygon, Streqq and Halo go into the forest together, Bel was in denial about anything being in the forest. Well. They were proven wrong when they were knocked out by fireflies by this giant mysterious beast. The group were lead around by an angler Streqq named Phosphorus (Phos for short). Flygon and Bel get split up from Streqq and Halo, they end up finding Angel on accident on account of Angel found a tower and they wanted to loot it but there was no loot at all...

The groups regroup and follow Phos some more. Later on, Jinx and Larkspur find the group and try leading them out, causing Streqq to pass out. Larkspur and Beloved argue, Bel lashing out due to how pissed off they were at Streqq. The group end up leaving the body alone and start walking back to Citrus-Rose. Larkspur properly introduces himself to the Rosas members (Flygon, Beloved, Angel, Jinx, and Halo) But........

Anyways, back at home, Beloved and Flygon end up talking. Beloved admits they've been having nightmares about Sanguine every single night and they've been on edge for the past few months. The two siblings share a hug together, Flygon reassuring that everything will be okay. Bel has only opened up to Fly about their nightmares.

Tea became a godling, how cool is that? A mushroom began to form on the mountain beside Citrus-Rose. Flygon and Beloved go up to the mushroom after their talk and notice a godling coming out of the mushroom. He was confused about his surroundings and who were the two beings in front of him. Fly and Bel talk to the godling, Bel reminds him about the book they gave him, and he immediately went to read that book. Without the book, he only recognized Globi.

Rosas as a whole go back to visit the blimp, to show Tea the blimp! However, apparently, there was honey spreading around. Bel didn't get to see much of it but a lot of the others saw it and were concerned. Back home, Streqq suggests him and Bel go to the nearby river to wash off the honey, which leaves one of the best signs from Sprout so far:

Yes, they were teased about this back at home because Sprout told the others about their "very platonic swim in the river".

Beloved, Flygon and Jay got to meet the Mayor, Eden, and his hunting buddy, Arabella. The trio have a meeting with the Mayor about the blimp crashing into the mining rig and also Rosas wandering around the forest they shouldn't even go into.

After the meeting, Beloved runs into Larkspur and their two kids. They end up going into the park to play while the Mayor and Sheriff end up dying badly to something.

The group weren't safe for long either: The creature from the forest came into town! Beloved tried calling out for help, but no one came. These events will continue on in the future.

Which in fact, did happen again!!

In town hall; Streqq, Halo and Phos were backed into a corner while Bel and Sprout stood on the other side. Beloved and Streqq argued, Bel held a sickle in their hands, they claim that all these attacks are all Streqq's fault. Phos began to "cry", which triggered a response in Bel. It sounded like it. Sounded like... Beloved dumped the blood on themselves that screamed just like Phos. To prove a point. "It's not fucking crying."

Ogh. I'm not even DONEEE....

[darwinquark]

ok but I'm living for the fact that it seems like you're giving jughead a glow up and veronica's all jelly

lmao I think I used the term 'healthy' like she's offended he doesn't look like a heroin addict

lemme find the bit

Veronica forced herself to look at him as he spoke, even as his words fell away to nothingness. It took her a full minute to actually start seeing him. For the blur of past and present he’d started off as to reify into something with edges. He looked older, she realized. Broader. His navy pullover fit better than expected over the span of his shoulders, like he’d finally grown into his lanky limbs, like his scant width had finally caught up a bit to his beanpole height. His hair was a little lighter, too, the rumple of waves catching more light than it used to against his tanner skin, all of him seemingly brightened by the West Coast sun. It was unsettling, seeing him look so sanguine. So healthy. Like the sallow, sunken-eyed delinquent from Sunnyside Trailer Park had been California’d right out of him.

[heart-of-gotham]

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[leggerefiore]

Illusory Love

cw: vampire au, blood mentions, sex mentioned but nothing explicit

pairing: Grimsley/Reader

originally, I wanted to write Ingo but the song I based this off better suited Grimsley I think

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Love…? The word felt like a hot iron being pressed against his skin as it left your mouth. Now, that was a word that had never once crossed his mind in his lengthy existence. Yet, here you stood before him, fully aware of his monstrous nature and claiming that you both could love each other.

Grimsley felt startled only slightly by your bravery. His eyes grew lidded as you gazed at him like a lost puppy. He had never been fond of canines, yet your expression left a certain impression on his mind. Before you could speak another word, he pressed his index finger to your lips. His mind rushed with feelings.

What did he feel towards you? It was something had that he had yet to give a passing thought. There were many he had taken into his bed that had come and gone, but you had decided to linger. It was something he observed. There was nothing done by him to encourage or discourage your behaviour.

“Are… Are you saying we can love each other?” he asked, trying to hide his bemused tone. Your eyes were big as you nodded in reply. He could only wonder why you had chosen someone like him. His smirk rose across his face, as his icy eyes pierced into you. “It will be painful, you know,” he warned, “If you want to be with me, I expect an eternity at least. You can't give that as a human.” His fangs peaked out from his lips as you stood stiffly.

You once again repeated what you originally confessed to him. Grimsley gazed around the empty park. A light breeze blew through, rattling the leaves in the trees and sending his pale scarf out with its direction. Grimsley chuckled as he shifted his hand to hold your chin. His lips came to press against your own for a long kiss.

He hoped you would perhaps take back your words and run from him. The vampire had taken you into his bed and found both pleasure and a meal in you. There was no way you should stand before him wanting to love him. You did not say a word when the long kiss was broken. Your eyes held heavy hope, ready for everything to change.

Grimsley sighed. Well, if you wanted it that badly, who was he to deny you? Better him than some awful vampire who might not leave you alive and well afterwards. “You do know you can never return to how you were, yes?” His eyes stare into your very being, searching for any hesitation or uncertainty to exploit and prevent you from begging him to inflict this curse onto you.

Nothing.

You nodded and reached a hand to cup his pale cheek, feeling the unnatural coolness of his flesh. There was little more time to be bought if you were this certain. Then again, buyer's remorse only arises after a purchase. He tilted your head to expose your neck to his eyes. His ears could hear how your heart began to pick up speed. Finally, a weakness. Your hand grasped his wrist tightly. There was no pulling him away.

He leaned closer, smelling the sweet sanguine that coursed all throughout your body. His mouth opened as he brought his fangs to pierce through the skin of your exposed nape. Instantly, you stiffened and froze, but the blood inside you had already begun to pour out from the injury. He turned to indulging himself in your flavour as soft sounds of pain escaped from you.

People might mistake it for a sexually suggestive gesture, should they catch you both locked in this position. Your arms came around him, desperately. The silken fabric of his suit jacket dancing against your fingers. He brings an arm around your waist to support you as you grow weaker and weaker from his consumption of your blood. The grip you have on him slowly dissipating as your consciousness begins to slip.

He pulls away only at that point and stares at you with his slit pupils and your blood darkening the corners of his mouth. “Last chance to turn back,” he gives you one last opportunity to run from this, “I can't promise that this darkness is sweet.” You shook your head and weakly demanded he continue. He shook his head. Well, he warned you multiple times over. That's nicer than what most vampires do.

He pulled up his sleeve and brought his fangs down onto his flesh. Slowly, a dark crimson liquid arose, and he offered it out to you. “Drink this, and you'll have eternity,” he told you, “... You're lucky, you know. I come from a long line of noble vampires. You could have got the weakest vampire to turn you. Who knows what would have happened then?” A light teasing came from him as you hesitantly grasped his arm.

You gently began to drink from him, obviously unsure of what you were doing. You looked like a Purrloin kitten after first being introduced to wet food over milk. He felt himself more endeared with you. Grimsley often said things without thought when in the throes of pleasure, so he supposed your wish was his fault. There was little time to consider how your feelings had become so strong towards him, however. You fainted into his arms.

He held you to his chest with odd thoughts racing around his mind.

Well… Spending his cursed eternity with another did not sound like a bad thing.

He picked you up as he gazed around. Still not a soul in sight.

A flickering illusion now born anew as eternal.

[rcsebane]

possible pre-established relationships to make interactions easier:

- your muse is a regular at sanguine rose, either because of gambling or simply hanging out at the bar, or maybe they only show up to hear fleur's singing. this counts for the nightclub too. maybe they love dancing, partying and getting drunk at the club, or perhaps they're more interested in pursuing illegal drug dealings or getting involved with his syndicate there.

- your muse is a crime boss or part of a crime syndicate, a mercenary, assassin, loan shark, rich person, information broker, thief, hacker, any muse holding a powerful position, supernatural being, corrupt politician / cop / etc. as long as it benefits cain, they can work together as business partners or allies, your muse can even join his own syndicate or work at the casino / nightclub.

- if your muse often visits libraries or cafes then chances are very high they'll cross paths with cain. also since he hates enclosed spaces and avoids car rides whenever possible, your muse can occasionally bump into him taking walks outside.

- he loves flowers and plants in general, so your muse can find him in parks and or in the woods. another thing he loves is music so he's definitely inside a music shop checking out instruments or he's browsing LPs at a record shop. other things he enjoys include playing chess and stargazing.

- he was born in 1717 which means he's over three centuries old now, if your muse is immortal or reincarnates it's totally possible that they could have met cain, either when he was still a human, a spawn, or shortly after he became a true vampire. whether or not he still remembers your muse and vice versa can be discussed.

- if your muse is a monster hunter chances are very high that they tried to behead cain at least once but somehow his charme strategic thinking saved his skin on several occasions. they can be enemies which tolerate one another or make a deal and become business partners, since cain would gladly get rid of other vampires that pose a threat to his little empire.

- he pretty much tolerates anyone who seems useful to him, even if it's just for entertainment like sharing a cup of tea or coffee. sometimes it's not just about the power and feeling in control but also the emotional stimulation happening during casual socializing, aka your muse befriends him after sharing a nice conversation.

- your muse can literally visit his mansion uninvited, break in, or befriend his human servants to gain access. there's also a secret entrance through the basement only ezra knows about, so they could be connected to the necromancer and thus have something pre-established with cain. there's also the option of attending one of the many parties being held at cain's mansion.

- your muse took a pleasant walk at night only to be attacked by cain, he hypnotizes them before drinking their blood but it seems like your muse still remembers the incident and now it's their choice to keep it a secret or to use the knowledge to blackmail him (good luck). maybe your muse wasn't a victim but instead witnessed cain feeding on someone.