#vampire! Manwë

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Stranger in a new land

Day 7 for @manweweek

Freeform

Characters: Vampire! Manwë, Námo, Irmo

Time of story 19th Century London, England

Themes: Meet cute | Soft | Fluff | Vampire! AU

Warnings: Irmo nearly gets into an accident (blink and you might miss it)

Word count: 900+ words

Summary: Manwë makes new acquaintances moving to a new city in a new country

This is also available on AO3

London was a hive of activity, even while it was caught in the grips of a chilly autumn. Manwë walked about this bustling city, amazed by the sheer throng of people hurrying past him like a fast-moving river flowing around a boulder: businessmen in their fine suits, mothers and nannies with children firmly in hand, ladies in splendid dresses and thick cloaks and elaborate hats promenading with their suitors and chaperones. The sound of people talking and laughing, along with the din the many carriages and horses plying London's streets created, added to the chaotic cacophony filling the air. Manwë stayed out of other people's way, watching, listening, and discreetly observing. He was a stranger here, having only just arrived in the country after he had acquired a home beyond the outskirts of the city for himself.

“Good evening.” He smiled and doffed his hat respectfully at a young lady who dared to look at him appreciatively. She giggled and looked away before turning to whisper something to a friend who walked out of the nearby shop, her bags full of yarn and thread and lace and bright new ribbons. Manwë continued walking, having little interest in looking over his shoulder. The ladies were beautiful, to be sure, but neither of them caught his eye. Not in that way.

And I could not make myself known to them even if I desired to, he lamented, for I could not risk having the true nature of who I am being discovered.

Manwë was a vampire. He was turned by another while he lay at death’s door. It was what he wanted—to be spared the call of the angel of death—and it was granted to him willingly as an act of gratitude. He never truly regretted his choice, save for those fleeting moments when he came across friends talking and laughing or when he came across companions lost in love. Until now, he did not allow himself the joys of such things, for his companions would age while he remained unblemished, and mortals feared what he and others like him stood for.

We are death and sin made flesh. We are all that they think is unnatural and wrong. Manwë closed his eyes to the cold wind that swept through his silver hair, breathing in the scents of new apples, freshly baked bread and cake, and hot, roasted chestnuts that drifted with it. If he had been mortal, Manwë thought with a smile, his stomach would have rumbled fiercely.

“Irmo! Irmo, get back here!” Manwë's delight in what greeted his senses disappeared when a young man cried—exasperated—as he chased his brother around onlookers who quickly moved out of his way. “Irmo Lórien Fëanturi! Stop running this instant!”

“No!” Irmo returned gleefully, evading his older brother’s repeated attempts to catch him. He ran and ran, running as fast as his little legs could take him, flashing cheeky, dimpled grins at anyone who passed him by, and hooting with wild joy. It was all a game to him, and he enjoyed it immensely. He did not stop, not even when others tried to reach out in their vain attempts to catch him on behalf of his much-put-upon brother. Manwë had also seen the little boy racing toward him. He made haste to swoop down and scoop the child into his arms before he could run around him and onto the path of an oncoming carriage.

“And who do you belong to, young master?” Manwë said, dipping gracefully to his knees and smiling at the little boy who struggled in his grasp.

“He belongs to me. Well, our family, that is.” Námo reached them, nearly out of breath from the merry chase Irmo subjected him to. “Thank you, truly, for stopping him before he hurt himself. And my humblest apologies, sir, for him getting in your way.”

“It was no trouble. No trouble at all.” Manwë straightened himself after Irmo was placed into his brother’s care. Then he introduced himself. “I am Lord Amân Mānawenūz, of Taniquetil. I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”

The name he gave was an old one, and it had once belonged to a distant uncle of little consequence. No one had heard of that name since that uncle perished nearly six hundred years ago, and Manwë only made use of it on those rare occasions when he had to introduce himself.

"Námo Fëanturi,” Námo said, extending his hand. When Manwë stood there and looked at it, puzzled, he let it fall to his side. He must not know our ways, he thought to himself. “And this bundle of never-ending delight is my brother, Irmo.”

Irmo squirmed in his older brother’s other arm, but he rewarded the one who saved him with another cheeky grin. Manwë could not help but smile at them both.

“I am pleased I was able to be of assistance to you," he said.

“We were heading toward that teahouse over there to meet our sister," returned Námo. "You are more than welcome to join us, if you like, Lord Mānawenūz.”

Manwë wanted to do nothing more than refuse the invitation. He opened his mouth to speak, to politely say no. Then he stopped himself from doing so. What he was offered was an invitation to have tea with people he would never see again, not an invitation to dine with a lover. No harm would come out of accepting such a request, so long as he was careful not to give too much of himself away. And, he told himself, what better way to learn about this new city than by talking to those who actually lived within it? He took a moment to decide before saying, “Yes. I would be honored to join you and your family."

Little did he know how much his life would change after that day.

[cilil]

⸙͎｡˚ Masterlist ⋆ 𓋼

⸙ Misty Mornings ~ Arien x Eönwë

⸙ Fairytale ~ Eönwë x Finarfin

⸙ Wandering Spirits ~ Námo & Navëquen (OC)

⸙ Mysterious Pond ~ Draconic!Námo & Irmo

⸙ Tradition & Rituals ~ Aredhel x Tilion

⸙ Animal Companion ~ Arien x Mairon

⸙ Pretty Lies ~ Melkor x Yavanna

⸙ Secret Meetings ~ Arien x Eönwë

⸙ Thanksgiving ~ Melkor x Mairon (Goncharov/mafia AU)

⸙ Candlelight ~ Glorfindel x Mentelossë (@elanna-elrondiel's OC)

⸙ Tea Party ~ Nerdanel x Anairë

⸙ Werewolves & Vampires ~ Thuringwethil x Uinen

⸙ Forgotten Memory ~ Aredhel x Galadriel

⸙ Foggy Breath ~ Uinen x Tar-Míriel

⸙ Bountiful Harvest ~ Melkor x Yavanna

⸙ Heartbeat ~ Mairon x Thuringwethil x Melkor

⸙ Dark Legends ~ Mairon x Curufin

⸙ Starry Night ~ Varda x Nienna

⸙ Funeral ~ Finwë x Míriel

⸙ Magic Potion ~ Irmo

⸙ Shooting Star ~ Manwë x Varda

⸙ Journal Writing ~ Nienna

⸙ Full Moon ~ Oromë x Celegorm

⸙ Fireplace ~ Mairon x Eönwë

⸙ Rainy Days ~ Ulmo

⸙ Wilted Flowers ~ Vána & Yavanna

⸙ Autumn Storms ~ Melkor x Manwë

⸙ Fallen Leaves ~ Ungoliant x Thuringwethil

⸙ Soft Cuddles ~ Gothmog x Eönwë x Finarfin

⸙ Sweet Pastries ~ Bilbo x Thorin

⸙ Extra: Soft Cuddles Part 2 ~ Gothmog x Eönwë x Finarfin

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[cilil]

A trick ficlet by @i-did-not-mean-to for @melkors-big-tits for the trick-or-treat event, in which Mairon has to inform Melkor that their sweet little baby Glaurung has been killed. Featuring sad and angry dark lords and Mairon's unique Melkor handling skills

Another trick oneshot by @a-world-of-whimsy-5 for yours truly, featuring vampire!Manwë and Námo in 19th century England. Beautiful and heartbreaking

Recommending some sadness and angst today, next week will be fun again!

Happy Friday, Fellowship! 💛

Fic recs are the best way to help promote someone else’s works! Find some of your favorite fics, they could be WIPs, completed, old, new, whatever you want to share, and rec at least (1) of them for us and your followers to see! Who knows, it might just be the fic someone out there is looking for!

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[glorf1ndel]

Ok, we are doing the guessing game. So. From top left: Morgoth, Elwing, either Manwë or Eonwë( probably Eonwë tho), Maedhros, Finrod and Thurigwenthil (I don't know if I spelled this last one right, the Vampire lady anyhow).

I thought for a second that Mae is possibly Aulë, but then I saw the scars. And remembered this one artwork where Mae had an owl. And it clicked.

Am I right?

Interesting… Very interesting… 🦉

[edensrose]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    ꒰❀꒱ 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆! 𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒖 ❜࿔ 

─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ “ masterlist / queue ’

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ ainur⠀〳 reader⠀ ៸៸ vampire themes ៸៸ blood mention ៸៸ biting, so much biting ៸៸ some violent themes ៸៸ dark fantasy ៸៸ royal aspects ៸៸ victorian esque ៸៸ various other tags  to be listed as the au ensues ❜࿔

꒰❀꒱ the vampire legendarium | character sheet | prompt page ( please read these if you have not already, for lore )

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·⊰ queue / masterlist. 

ʚ "you're not just the friendly gentleman, are you?" — 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

ʚ ( authority. ) & ( capture. ) — 𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒘𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

ʚ ( interrogation. ) & ( sadistic. ) — 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ( 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒆 𝒙 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐 )

ʚ ( authority. ) & ( capture. ) — 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ( 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒆 𝒙 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐 )

ʚ "if you bite me, will I die?'' — 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

ʚ ( turn. ) — 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

ʚ ( awake. ) — 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

ʚ human reader is in a relationship with a vampire, who tries to protect them from the others — 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏, 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐, 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ( separate )

ʚ "your blood is intoxicating, if I start, I don't think I could ever stop." "I trust you." — 𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒘𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ( separate )

ʚ (bite. ) — 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒆

ʚ ( accident. ) — 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

ʚ ( bloodlust. ) — 𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒐, 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ( separate )

ʚ vampire finds reader, after seeing how terrified they are, they cannot bare to finish their mission — 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒘𝒆

ʚ forbidden romance between reader and vampire — 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐, 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ( separate )

ʚ ( rescue. ) — 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏, 𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒘𝒆, 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ( separate )

ʚ ( temptation. ) — 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒓, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒆, 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ( separate )

ʚ ( control. ) — 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ( separate )

ʚ "holy water? how original.'' — 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏

ʚ "you're everything I've ever wanted.'', "hold still and this won't hurt as much.'' & "please give me a chance.'' — 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒆

ʚ ( dance. ) , ( gift. ) & ''scared, darling?" — 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

[silvergeek]

Sauron - Fast Facts

Sauron was a highly gifted Maia. He was a student of Aulë and became skilled at crafting and making. He was named Mairon. Coveting the power through which he would coordinate all things according to his own will, he joined with Melkor. As one of the most powerful Maiar, Sauron was created by Ilúvatar before the Music of the Ainur.[1] At the beginning of Time, he was amongst the Ainur who entered into Eä.[2] Here he became one of the Maiar of Aulë, among whose people he was deemed mighty and surpassed only by the Smith himself,[2] and was known as Mairon.[3]

In the Second Age, under the guise of Annatar, he deceived the Elves of Eregion, who under his guidance had created the Rings of Power, whilst he secretly forged the One Ring in Mount Doom. Thus Sauron became "the Lord of the Rings". Failing to corrupt the Elves, he assaulted the Westlands, beginning a period called the Dark Years, the first time he became known as the Dark Lord. His influence corrupted the Númenóreans - leading to the destruction of Númenor - which led to Elendil founding the Realms in Exile of Arnor and Gondor. 

Mairon's virtue was his love for order, planning and coordination, disliking confusion and chaos. But his obsession with order gradually overshadowed his love for the other intelligent beings of Arda, who would benefit from his planning; it became the sole object of his will, the end in itself. He started admiring Melkor's power to realize his designs quickly and masterfully.

Sauron has commanded a great army of werewolves.

Sauron can turn into a werewolf

Sauron can turn into a vampire

"Sauron took on the form of a werewolf, the greatest the world had ever seen, and went towards the bridge. So great was the terror of his approach that even Huan momentarily recoiled. Sauron leaped to attack Lúthien, but she drew her magic veil over his eyes, afflicting him with fatigue and blindness. Then Huan sprang upon Sauron and there they fought. The force of Sauron's malice alone left Lúthien weak and nearly unconscious, and the fighting was brutal and prolonged; however, he could not subdue the hound of Valinor. He was trapped within Huan's jaws and could not break free, even when he took the form of a serpent and finally his own shape. Rather than leave his physical form, he yielded to Lúthien, giving her control of the isle in return for his release. He then took the form of a vampire and fled to Taur-nu-Fuin, filling the forest with horror.[10]"

After the War of Wrath, with the downfall of Morgoth and the destruction of Thangorodrim, Sauron adopted a fair form and repented his evil deeds in fear of the wrath of the Valar. Eönwë ordered Sauron to return to Valinor in order to receive the judgement of Manwë. Sauron was not willing to suffer such humiliation, and he instead fled and hid himself in Middle-earth.[5]

Although Sauron long knew that Men were easier to sway, he sought to bring the Elves into his service, as they were far more powerful.[5] After lying hidden and increasing his power in secret, in S.A. 1200 Sauron put on a fair visage, calling himself Annatar, the Lord of Gifts, an emissary from the Valar. He was never welcome in Lindon as Elrond and Gil-galad did not trust him and refused to treat with him, although they did not perceive who he truly was.[5] Elsewhere Annatar was gladly received, especially in Eregion, where only Galadriel distrusted him. The Noldorin smiths there learned much from him in art and magic, as their thirst for knowledge was great.[13][11] Under the tutelage of Annatar and the leadership of Celebrimbor, grandson of Fëanor, the Gwaith-i-Mírdain, became more skilled than anyone save Fëanor himself. 

Believing he would dominate all of Middle-earth, Sauron assumed many glorious titles: King of Kings,[18] King of Men,[17] Lord of the Earth,[5] and even Lord of the World.[18]

[galadhremmin]

fascinated by the Angband aesthetic because presumably they have one-- I think it has to be an ideal of assymmetry and power, and maybe maiar expressing creativity through bodies that combine different animals in some twisted way. Combining human and animal parts also seems like something that would fit into Morgoth's theme of parodying and twisting--

yes I'm saying centaurs and mermaids of Angband, and griffins too, to parody Manwë's Eagles. All very ugly to us though, due to the earlier mentioned ideal of assymmetry. Eyes at slightly different heights, one side of the nose another shape than the other, faces that seem too small or too large for their heads; and all of this crowned, of course, with sizable claws and fangs, razor-sharp and venomous.

Because maiar build their own bodies this of course is a very competitive thing. One's body can express a sense of humour.

One time some being took the shape of a tree of dead grey wood, creaking as it walked. It drank trees dry of sap to survive, a vampire parody of Ents.

It was the envy of all of Angband for a week, until Sauron showed up as a werewolf frozen mid-transformation, his limbs bent in unnatural ways and body a patchwork of bare pink skin and fur.

It was such a succes with Morgoth's court he kept the shape for a week, basking in the attention-- despite his wolf's head worsening his colour vision, his work being made difficult by one hand twisted halfway into a paw, a grey paw pad emerged halfway from the pink human palm on the other.

[ela-draws]

@tolkienvillainsweek Day 2: Corrupted Ainur Thuringwethil

A long time ago, she was a sky maia of Manwë

She was the messenger of Sauron, and was wont to fly in vampire’s form to Angband; and her great fingered wings were barbed at each joint’s end with an iron claw. - The Silmarillion, JRR Tolkien

[shyseekeroflight]

Magical Compendium: Melkor

Below are my notes that I developed for working with Melkor as a pop culture pagan/chaos magician/I don’t like labels. My primary focus here is on details that can be most directly utilized in spiritual practice/magical workings (e.g. correspondences), but more general information is supplied as well in order to give greater context and develop themes.

I take a generally sympathetic and positive slant, so if that’s not in alignment with your tastes, you probably won’t get much out of this post. Furthermore, I admit that my knowledge of this subject is fragmentary at best and make no claims to expertise. I am simply someone with great interest in this figure/character.

Names:

True (Valarin) Name: unknown

Quenya Name: Melkor, “He Who Arises in Might”; older form Melkórë

Sindarin Names: (after stealing the Silmarils) Morgoth, “Black Foe”/“Dark Tyrant”; Bauglir, “the Constrainer”

Names given by Mairon in Númenórean cult worship: Lord of All, Giver of Freedom, Lord of the Darkness

Names given by himself: King of the World, Master of the Fates of Arda

“It is he whose name is not now spoken; for the Valar have deceived you concerning him, putting forward the name of Eru, a phantom devised in the folly of their hearts, seeking to enchain Men in servitude to themselves. For they are the oracle of this Eru, which speaks only what they will. But he that is their master shall yet prevail, and he will deliver you from this phantom; and his name is Melkor, Lord of All, Giver of Freedom, and he shall make you stronger than they” (Silmarillion, Akallabêth, p. 271).

Title/Occupation: First Dark Lord

Race: Ainur/Valar/Aratar

Texts: The Silmarillion (Ainulindalë, Valaquenta, Quenta Silmarillion, Akallabêth), Morgoth’s Ring, Ósanwe-kenta

Domains: All*

“To Melkor among the Ainur had been given the greatest gifts of power and knowledge, and he had a share in all the gifts of his brethren” (Silmarillion, Ainulindalë, p.16).

Patron of: children; anyone who creates—artists, musicians, artisans, craftspeople, inventors, engineers; anyone who works with words—linguists, writers, poets; outcasts, criminals, prisoners

“From the first he was greatly interested in “language”, that talent that the Eruhíni would have by nature; but we did not at once perceive the malice in this interest, for many of us shared it, and Aulë above all. But in time we discovered that he made a language for those who served him; and he has learned our tongue with ease. He has great skill in this matter. Beyond doubt he will master all tongues, even the fair speech of the Eldar" (Manwë about Melkor to the Elves, Ósanwe-kenta).

Themes: existence (universe/cosmos/creation/Eä)/nonexistence (Void), parent/child, power/powerlessness, creation/destruction, order/chaos, purity/corruption, divinity/humanity, life/death

Colors: galaxy, black, rainbow, light

Elements/Energies: music, fire, ice, smoke, storm, lightning, darkness/shadow, void

“And he descended upon Arda in power and majesty greater than any other of the Valar, as a mountain that wades in the sea and has its head above the clouds and is clad in ice and crowned with smoke and fire; and the light of the eyes of Melkor was like a flame that withers with heat and pierces with a deadly cold” (Silmarillion, Ainulindalë, p. 22).

Magical Disciplines:

Creation magic/art or music magic/chaos magic/tulpamancy

Corruption magic

Magical languages, runes, and incantations

Dark magical races/creatures: orcs, dragons (draconic magic), werewolves, vampires, evil fay/spirits

Sex magic

Crystals

Blood magic

Necromancy

Spirit work

Ceremonial and sacrificial magic, deity work/worship, constructed places of worship (i.e. temples)

Symbols: hammer, crown, gemstones, chains (Angainor)

Weapon: Grond (Hammer of the Underworld)

Sabbats: Samhain

Animals: cats, bats, wolves, dragons

Plants/Herbs:

Amaranth - immortality

Aloe - immortality

Strelitizia - freedom, immortality

Heather - independence, confidence

Tassel flower - creativity, originality

Muscari - power, confidence, mystery, creativity

Stinging nettle - a stinging plant with a variety of uses, including food, textiles, and folk magic

Crown flower - a plant with flowers resembling crowns that is dangerous if touched or ingested

Cannabis - a plant popularly used as a recreational drug and sometimes associated with artists and creativity, the Devil and immorality, and counterculture

Elgaran flower - a fictional flower appearing in the video game Middle-earth: Shadow of Mordor that grows on the graves of Men

Materials: metal, especially iron

Tarot Cards: the Tower, Five of Wands, Eight of Swords

Related Entities: Mairon (Sauron)

*Some alternative suggestions for what his domain may be include chaos, destruction, corruption, change/transformation, evil, and darkness/shadow.

Edit 10/26/2021: Added more interesting herblore options.

Edit 10/30/2021: Added link to detailed tarot descriptions.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hey hey~ coming in with a little trick request for your Halloween event!😈

I'd like to see some vampire!Manwë x Námo with prompt number 4 or 9 (your choice🧡). Dark content is welcome, also leaving that up to you.

Thank you! Looking forward to this!💜

Ooh! I have decided to go with number four for this. I also hope that you don’t mind that I took some liberty with the themes and the timeline.

"The choice"

Pairing: Vampire! Manwë x Námo (Calamórë)

Location and time: Halls of Mandos/19th Century England

Prompt : 4 - "Why won’t you let me turn you?”

Themes: Angst | Emotional | Loss

Warnings: Vampirism | Illness (Typhoid) | Death | Blood tears | Explicit language

Wordcount: 900+ words

Summary: Námo falls grievously ill. Manwë wishes to save him.

Minors DNI | You are responsible for the media you consume

A/n: this is for the @fellowshipofthefics October challenge. Two more slots are available for requests, but prompts 4 and 6 (for Vampire! Finrod) are out. The rules and prompts for requests can be read here.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Námo was so still, it was frightening.

He was gaunt, his warm, ivory skin now as white as chalk. He did not open his eyes. Not when his sister fussed with his pillows to make him more comfortable; not when his brother covered his face and wept; not when the physicians spoke to the family in hushed whispers. He was too weak to do anything but rest.

“It is too late,” one said.

“There is little that could be done now,” another said.

“Only a miracle could save him from the clutches of this wretched disease," a third said. “And these mere mortal hands have not been blessed by the divine. You must prepare yourselves. I am sorry.”

One by one, they left. One of the physicians helped Irmo out into a dimly lit corridor, and down the stairs to the parlor. Nienna dithered by the door. Tears continued to streak down her cheeks, but she did not sob. She had to be strong, for all their sakes. 

“You will be wanting to say your farewells, Mister Súlimo,” she said.

Manwë was startled. He had been standing by the hearth, staring into flames that fought to keep the autumn chill from drifting into the room.

“Yes.” He smoothed his jacket and straightened himself, his tone perfectly calm, perfectly neutral. His face was a mask of serenity. “My thanks.”

Nienna acknowledged him with a silent, courteous bow before leaving the room in a swirl of dark silks that rustled with each step she took.

A servant closed the door behind her. The moment the corridor outside grew silent, Manwë's mask of serene composure dropped beneath the crushing weight of unspeakable agony. He did not know how he placed one foot ahead of the other or how he even reached the wide bed. When he arrived at Námo’s side and took an all-too-cool hand into his own, he sank to his knees and sobbed, unable to rein in his pain.

One last time. Manwë prayed, though to which God, he did not know. If only I could speak with him one last time.

Námo finally stirred and opened his eyes. It is as if he received one final surge of vigor. “You...came. Even... even after we argued..."

It was soft, barely over a whisper. Námo shivered, and grew silent. Manwë lifted his eyes. They were wild with grief and filled with deep red tears. More tears left scarlet trails that stained his pale skin. 

“Not even those who hunt my kind could keep me away from you," he declared, and brushed his hand over spun silver hair. It was still soft, slipping around his fingers like silk. Manwë watched with a mournful expression. Soon, he would not be able to touch that hair. 

Námo fought to stay awake. He yearned to reach out and stroke Manwë’s cheek, to offer him some comfort. Alas, he could not. He could not even raise his arm a grain’s breadth above the bed. He only whispered, “Your tears. They… they must not…see.” 

Manwë no longer cared, but he acquiesced anyway. He took out a square piece of red silk from his pocket and dabbed his eyes, his cheeks. Crimson soon soaked into crimson, but at least no one could see even if they tried.

“Why won’t you let me turn you?” The words came out in a smothered sob. “I can save you, little raven. Why will you not let me?”

Ever since Námo fell ill and they learned the cause of it all, Manwë beseeched him to let him intervene. Let me help you, he pleaded. Let me make you into a being like me. Then no illness will claim you, and we can remain together, for good and always.

Námo had a ready reply, and every time Manwë asked, it was always the same. He wished to remain mortal. He did not yield to any other course of action besides heeding the counsel of the family physicians. Then they argued. Caught in sorrow's grip, Manwë uttered things he could never take back before he departed the manor. Only Nienna's made him put aside his confusion and despair and anger, and return. Manwë listened again, certain the answer would be the same as always.

“This… this is my choice,” Námo insisted between labored breaths. “I wish…to leave… this world… the way… I have lived it. As… as a mortal.”

Manwë wanted to argue. To rage. This should not be so, he wanted to say. It was not right. It was not fair.

Twelve months, he thinks. Many a century spent searching for my soul’s other half, and when I do find him, all that is given me is twelve fucking months.  

“Do not…be angry,” Námo pleaded. “Please.”

Manwë stops, hesitates. Heated words soon die in his throat. 

“I am sorry, little raven.” Manwë grasps his hand and brings it to his lips. It is icy now. He smothers another sob. "And forgive me, for what I said before. I offer no excuse for being so cruel."

“There is... nothing... to forgive. Perhaps,” Each breath is a battle now. And yet, Námo persists. “If… fate is… kind, we… we will meet again.”

“I will wait for you,” Manwë vows. “I love you.”

Námo closes his eyes. A strange, numbing sensation crept up his throat. He whispers three words. Three final words, and then he goes still, for good and always. Manwë leans down, and kisses him for the last time. He buries his tears and rises. The fire burns brighter now, warming the room. Manwë does not feel it. The world will never be warm for him again.

tags: @edensrose @asianbutnotjapanese

[i-did-not-mean-to]

NaNoWriMo 2023

Here are the prompts for this month!

🍂🍂November🍂🍂

𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓎 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 - Ori x OC for husband

𝒞𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 - Námo & Melkor & Fëanor (aka Moggy and Feener get a candle)

𝐵𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉 - Aulë x Yavanna (because of this art by @elanna-elrondiel)

𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁/𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 - Caranthir x Finrod for @dreamychaos

𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝒟𝒶𝓎 - Ori (because @elanna-elrondiel did this to me)

𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 - Glorfindel x reader for @elanna-elrondiel

𝒯𝑒𝒶 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎 - Elrond & Galadriel (because I am terrible at gen!fic)

𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝐹𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 - Russingon for @thatfeanorian

𝒲𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈 & 𝒱𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈 - Fëanor x Fingolfin, Turgon x Finrod for MoonLord

𝐹𝓊𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁/𝒞𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓎 - Haleth (because she's queen)

𝒮𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝒞𝓊𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈 - Glorfindel & Legolas x Gimli, Glorfindel & Elrond + kids, Glorfindel x Erestor for my various servers

𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝑀𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 - Firebird for @cilil

𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 & 𝑅𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓈 - Russingon with art by @the-red-butterfly

𝒲𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓈 - Nerdanel (to process stuff in my life)

𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 - Varda x Manwë & Irmo

𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈/𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 - Vampire!Elrond for @maglor-my-beloved

𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉 - Halenthir for @elentarial

𝐹𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝐿𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 - Kíli x F!reader for @fandomfaeryreads

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓂𝓃 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂𝓈 - Ulmanwë & Celegorm/Aredhel

𝐹𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃 - Amras x Finarfin x Argon

𝑀𝓎𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒫𝑜𝓃𝒹/𝑀𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇 - DaeMags because of this art by @elanna-elrondiel)

𝒜𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓃 - Námo & Gorgumoth

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈𝑔𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 - Ñolofinwë & his descendants for anon

𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 - Bagginshield for @lordoftherazzles

𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝓅𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 - Celegorm x Eöl for the server. (Dark!💀 mpreg)

𝐹𝑜𝑔𝑔𝓎 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 - Caranthir x reader (because of this art by @sortumavaara)

𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓈 - Gondolin OT3 for @jaz-the-bard

𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎 - Elenwë x Turgon x Finrod for @elentarial

𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒 - Fingon and the seven dwarves Fëanorians for MoonLord

𝒮𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇 - Varda x Nienna, Eärendil & Elrond & Maglor

As always, I'd be happy and honoured to get requests for pairings and ideas from you all!

Lots of love!

Explanation: in red the nsfw, in orange fluff, in green dark (and nsfw) fics, blue for sadness

[ao3feed-btvs]

Conversations With Dead People

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3HPGSPc

by curiouswombat

In Mandos' Halls, Spike and Maitimo/Maedhros might be able to help each other come to terms with their pasts...

 (The title comes from the seventh episode of the seventh season of Buffy.)

Words: 2266, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 24 of The Returnverse

Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Spike (BtVS), Maedhros | Maitimo, Námo | Mandos, Manwë Súlimo

Additional Tags: Silmarils

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3HPGSPc

[arofili]

excited to see you hit 3000! if you're still taking them: 14 for sauron & thuri?

(Thanks! I’m excited too, though it seems like for every new follower I get someone unfollows me :P or tumblr just can’t keep track! ...I don’t particularly care about my follower count except when I’m near a milestone like this, lmao.

Anyway - this is set in the same verse as the fire of life! For context: Thuringwethil used to be an Eagle of Manwë before she was captured by Melkor and used in his experiments for flight.)

14. Confession of Familial Love

“I can fly again!” Thuringwethil shouts, flapping around Mairon’s tower, pure joy radiating from her. “Mairon, look at me, look, I can fly, I’m flying!”

Mairon is looking. He’s exhausted, having worked long hours on her tendons and bones and skin; shaping a mangled eagle into a bat, a bird into a mammal, was perhaps the most difficult thing he’d ever done in his life. But at last she’s healed from her final surgery, and Mairon couldn’t find any excuse to make her hold back from attempting flight.

What if she falls, what if she breaks again, what if I can’t fix her— Those thoughts are what had held him back, but as he watches her in the air, he grins. He did it. She’s healed. And she’s so happy Mairon could cry.

It’s weird, being so attached to her. Since he left Aulë, the only person he’d let himself care for was Melkor—and he cares, so much, hopes that this success will prove his worth to the Master—but somehow in helping Thuri recuperate he’s grown to love her, too.

Thuri swoops down, engulfing him in a hug, the webbing of her wings wrapping around him like a blanket. “Thank you,” she whispers fiercely. “I can’t—you’ve done so much for me—I can’t ever repay you but I��ll try, Mairon, I will, I’ll—I’ll swear myself to your service, if the Master lets me!”

Mairon almost stumbles back, both from the force of her impact and her emotion. He hasn’t been hugged since...he doesn’t remember. Maybe Aulë had hugged him, once, but that was a very, very long time ago.

And it feels good. It feels right. He hugs her back, trying not to cry. (He had too many eyes at the moment for that to be anywhere near a good idea.)

“You don’t have to do that,” he says. It’s not the way things work, here in Angband—it wasn’t the way things worked in Almaren, either, really. Hierarchy is important; family is secondary, and for beings like Ainur it felt...imposed, almost.

But Thuringwethil’s not an Ainu. She was an eagle, once, and she’s a vampire, now. She’s something entirely new, not quite like the Children that have only just woken but not like him, either. And yet he feels a kinship with her, one he can’t quite explain.

“But...” Thuri lets him go, crouching before him. “You mean you don’t expect that?”

“Thuri, you’re...” He can’t find the words. They don’t really exist, so he borrows the next best thing. “Thuri, I’ve come to love you over the course of our time together, like—like you’re family. Like you’re...my little sister, or something. I don’t want you to serve me—but I do want you to stay with me. Maybe for the Master, that can look like service. But to me...I just want you to be my friend.”

Thuri squeaks, her eyes brimming with tears. “Mairon,” she whines, “that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me...!”

“I hope it’s not too forward,” he begins to apologize, but then she flings herself at him again and hugs him tight. Mairon doesn’t hesitate in hugging back, not this time.

“I wanna be your sister,” she whispers. “You’re the best big brother ever, Mairon. Even better than my hatchmates. They let me get captured, but you put me back together.”

“I’ll be here for you,” Mairon promises. “I’ll always help you, Thuri. Always.”

[saurons-pr-department]

Head Canon Time: Thuringwethil is a former Maia of Irmo.

I know people normally think of Thuringwethil as maybe having worked for Yavanna, because of her associations with animals and Thuri being a bat, or that she worked for Manwë since she can fly and he’s the Vala of the wind and skies but I think Irmo, the Vala of sleep and dreams, suits her a little better.

Vampires are associated with the dark and the night, which is usually when people are sleeping and dreaming. Which, okay, maybe that’s a preference she developed out of necessity after joining Melkor (a lot of evil in ME doesn’t seem to like sunlight/vampiring doesn’t seem too possible while everyone is wide awake), but I think that Irmo and Estë preferred to work in the dark or dim light too. When the sun and moon first appear, both Irmo and Estë ask Varda to change the timing of their passage as their original timing resulted in too much light and therefore too little sleep and rest. So I think both they and their Maiar probably tend to operate more in the absence of the sun/daylight and so night would be her natural operating hours anyway.

Having a certain amount of influence over people’s sleep state would be really helpful for her feeding. She could subdue someone by making them feel sleepy instead of having to get into any physical struggle with her food. It would also allow her to keep someone asleep if her victim was already sleeping. Being bitten and fed upon should really be something that would wake a person up. She keeps them sleeping to avoid a struggle and to avoid them alerting anyone else who may be nearby.

This would also be really handy for sowing fear among people in order to control them. Perhaps a town or village is plagued by mysterious deaths at night, people being killed in their beds’, even when their spouse was next to them, fast asleep (very fast asleep) the whole time! Someone like Mairon could then swoop in and promise to remove whatever this curse is or offer protection from this demon in exchange for the people agreeing to follow Melkor.

Finally, to tie back to dreams, many reports of nightly visits by evil spirits and creatures wishing to do people harm found in mythology and folklore match modern descriptions of things like night terrors and sleep paralysis. Maybe sometimes she comes across someone with a limited ability to resist her? They might wake to find her sitting on them and feeding, but they are unable to move or call for help. Perhaps she likes to confuse people who were awake when she first comes across them, by blurring reality and dream for them? Or maybe she’s encouraged to play with her food in order to spread a greater feeling of fear and terror? 

[cherrybomb-witch]

Workaholic Frenzy || Marlene & Open.

Ever since she had returned to work, with her family’s love, her friends’ support, the Order’s blessing and most importantly, Alastor Moody’s forgiveness, Marlene McKinnon had been working more restlessly than ever. She owed it. Owed it to all those who had pulled through her actions, her regrets, and the prolonged state of despair that had followed for nearly a month. Of course, Marlene was infamously known for getting addicted to her work fairly quickly when giving the slightest chance, and since no one really dared to tell her to stop now that she finally seemed back on track, well, it had to be said, she was experimenting the laboral equivalent of a sugar rush, if that made any sense at all.

So of course, she was running up and down and sideways from morning till noon. Poor Mrs. White, the secretary as the Hit Wizard unit, was concerned that the blonde would collapse between a sentence and the next. If she ever finished a sentence at all, because it seemed like she was in such a frenzy, she had no time even for that. She had her head on various cases all at once (the most prominent one being, of course, the case of the mysterious vampire attacker). Because she was so busy, she had resolved to carry around her messages herself, because poor Manwë was exhausted by midday (he was an extremely resistant owl, but even those named after the Middle Earth god of the Winds needed rest). 

It was during one of these personal errands around the Ministry, that eventually, the inevitable occurred, which would have surprised no one but Marlene herself, as she crushed straight into someone.

“Ooomf!” she gasped, dropping a few papers to press a hand against her nose, which had collided painfully with the person in front of her “Ow! Sorry for that! Ow, my nose!

[edensrose]

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─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ “ oh darling , the devil's whispers are sweet. . . and its bite is sweeter ’

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ ainur⠀〳 reader⠀ ៸៸ vampire themes ៸៸ blood mention ៸៸ biting, so much biting ៸៸ some violent themes ៸៸ dark fantasy ៸៸ royal aspects ៸៸ victorian esque ៸៸ various other tags  to be listed as the au ensues ❜࿔

꒰❀꒱ 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝒂 𝒎𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅.

· ⊰ synopsis. a world where mysterious, terrible creatures of the night rule over the land from the shadows. mere myth to most yet reality to others, it seems that the latter might become more apparent as there is an uproar in the vampire royal court. this victorian esque story follows the lives of the vampire court, the internal divide between kings, the struggle of scientists fighting for humanity. . . and the war between creatures of twilight and the divine hunters that vow to eradicate them. 

· ⊰ notes.

꒰❀꒱ ainur are either vampires or vampire hunter 

꒰❀꒱ while it is a victorian-like setting, it is not to be matched with the real-world time 

꒰❀꒱ some plots might have dark themes, but that depends on the premise 

You step through a dusty, dim lab. Strewn in blotched parchment, painted with crimson soaked into the carpet and wooden desk. 

Minding the shattered test beakers and other scientific apparatuses, you find your way to the table that lay across the dishevelled room. A half-melted candle lies abandoned on the side and you strike a match to alleviate the strain on your vision. 

Before you lay an open book. Droplets of that same crimson staining the worn-out parchment, coupled with hasty ink on the last pages. You brush the paper, feeling a sense of dignity almost emanating from them as you page to the front. Diagrams, sketches, essays and descriptions - whoever wrote this took great care and observation. You felt their life's work between your very fingertips, their pride and joy. 

You read over the title, The Vampire Legendarium, before slipping into the seat and reading the elegant handwriting. 

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Entry 0.1

Many think me insane for this research and its findings. 

Many call me a lunatic, a crazed fool.

However, I have seen it with my own eyes, what these. . . night demons are capable of. Beings of enhanced speed and strength. A terrifying intellect like no other. They stalk the twilight, but I believe that some may even walk the day. Exceptional hunters by nature, they seek only one goal throughout their frightening existence. 

An unrelenting, unquenchable, borderline sadistic craving for human blood. 

Perhaps I have lost my sanity whilst documenting what I can, but I only ask that you humour my insanity for but a moment, as I take you into the world:

Of the Vampire. 

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Entry 1.

To start my research, I scoured various myths and legends. There had to be some sort of explanation as to why these beings walk among us. 

Many tales were found, but there was an occurring story that seemed to stand out amongst the rest. A tale of the sun goddess Anartári and the moon god Isiltar. I will try my best to form a cohesive briefing of this story, as in order to understand one's present standing, you must first dissect their history. 

At the onset of creation, Anartári blessed the humans faithful to her with divine prosperity. This ancient race of humans grew to be more advanced than what we have today, in body, mind and spirituality. Records do not name these humans, so it is up to me to name this race,

Eruva; the divine. 

Blessed by the sun herself, their splendour reigned throughout the land. The Eruva adored their goddess and made it so that others conformed to her worship as well. The tree of Laurelin became their item of praise, their symbol of loyalty and the essence of their greatness. For whoever ate the fruit and drank its wine was sanctified.

Yet for all their otherworldly knowledge and excellency, they fell victim to the same fate that most mortals do: the folly of man. 

Greedy to conquer even death itself, they too went into the field of science and alchemy. Some even branched out, extending to the opposite spectrum. The tree of Telprion on the opposite end of the vast land, the essence of the moon god Isiltar.

And from that tree, coupled with rituals and blood sacrifices, came a result that no man could ever perceive as something divine or holy. . .

Vampires.

Better in every way were these creatures. Different too. And for a time, they were even praised. Exalted. Though something was off about these creatures: they served the moon. Praised and worshipped it. An act that was considered evil amongst the Eruva. Hypocrites.

But the final straw was when the Eruva came to learn that there was a price for immortality. For when these creatures grew hungry, mortal food was not enough to satisfy them. 

The land was painted red, and there was nothing to be done.

How can one kill the unkillable?

In their desperation to destroy the object of their own greed, they formed what would come to be known as the Laurëmá. 

An elite of hunters tasked with purifying the world of the evil that they created. 

I believe that they exist even to this day. With that being said, it is evident that they have not succeeded in their goal. As Vampires still dwell in these cursed lands.

Intricate. That was the only way you could describe these accounts. Your page slides down the width of the sewn-together book and you decide to continue. 

Paging through the old parchment, you scan different headings that caught your eye. Detailed, flawless. You might have even considered this to be the handiwork of the aforementioned Eruva. If this was not divine intellect, then what was?

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Entry 3. — Anatomy & Function 

While more popular tales and stories depict these beings as walking corpses, my findings show that it could not be further from the truth. 

They bleed like man, some cases of house invasion and disguise note that they even eat and sleep much like us humans. 

The notion of vampires sleeping in coffins and holding no reflection are plain inaccurate. While they are vastly different to us, their similarities are what allows them to blend in with the average human. 

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Entry 3.1 — Bodily Function 

With the previous statements above, I would like to note that while they might have the capability of blending in with humans, their abilities are far from what anyone would consider humane. 

While I cannot detail the extent of these extremities, the following is a general outline of the known vampire abilities: 

- enhanced speed, strength and agility 

- advanced senses, including a sixth sense

- night vision 

-  amplified cell replication, results in a healing factor 

Note: it is to be speculated that these advanced qualities of human function are not the only noteworthy abilities. These creatures obtain various mythical-based capabilities. Otherworldly and stemmed from magic.

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Entry 3.5 — Appearance 

A common misconception is that vampires are ghostly pale and as such, this is their identifiable characteristic. As stated in my previous entries, vampires walk among us. While it might be virtually impossible to decipher a vampire in disguise, there are a few general characteristics when they are not fooling the human eye. 

- taller height 

- crimson eyes ( they seem to mask this )

- slitted pupils ( see above )

- large frontal fangs ( addition from entry 6: different shapes for different species )

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Entry 4. — Diet

One of the few conceptions that remain apparent would be the vampire’s diet of human blood. While I do not have enough information regarding the amounts and the duration between feeding periods, my observations show that vampires go through some sort of. . . bloodlust. 

The variables of this remain unknown. 

Addition from entry 7: studies indicate that the different ranks have a play in the duration between feedings. Purebloods last the longest without blood whilst Halfbloods have the less desirable hunger habits. 

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Entry 7. — Ranking 

Quite the interesting discovery has been made, with the aid of my brother. 

It appears that vampires have their own ranking system, although I would also classify it as a range of subspecies. There are two main tiers of vampirism:

Purebloods and Halfbloods. 

The former are born vampires, whilst the latter is a result of a human being turned. 

There is a clear distinction between these rankings, most likely in correlation to their strengths, weaknesses and diet. 

Thankfully, from what I have deduced, Purebloods are no longer an existing subspecies. A mere myth nowadays. 

 Perhaps we should praise whatever gods are up there that the strongest of these creatures are dead and gone. 

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Entry 7.1 — Subcategories 

In my previous entry I concluded that there are different tiers of vampirism. Today I write that upon further investigation, I have discovered that there is a third category. 

In regards to Halfblood vampires, they divide one more time into two other sections: High-Rank Halfbloods and Low-Rank Halfbloods. 

The first is a result of a human turned into a vampire by a Pureblood, whilst the latter is created when a High-Ranked Halfblood turns a human. 

This brings the official ranking, from strongest to weakest, to: 

-Purebloods

-High-Rank Halfbloods

-Low-Rank Halfbloods 

Taking the previous entry’s findings into consideration, I can safely conclude that there must be a reduced number of High-Rank Halfbloods, if the ones that turn them have gone extinct. 

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Entry 11. — Weaknesses 

Once again we find that the tales passed down along generations are not entirely true. A common denominator would be garlic, silver or sunlight. However, it is far more complex than what many have come to believe. 

My findings have concluded the following results as accurate weaknesses of vampires:

- sunlight 

- gold 

- wild roses 

Further investigations will have to be conducted in order to devise the extent and conditions of these weaknesses. What one can assume is that they have a direct correlation with the rank of vampirism. 

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Entry 11.1 — Sunlight 

The notion of vampires burning to death in the sun seems to only be half-true. As I have stated countless times, these creatures of the night do walk amongst us. Including throughout the day. 

While this was a mind-boggling investigation for the most part, I believe that I have found the answer to this phenomenon.

If a vampire wears a piece of enchanted jewellery, they will be able to walk the day just like you and I. This piece of jewellery is more often than not, a ring. What is often referred to as a daylight ring. 

One can assume that without this, they are doomed to the rise of the sun every day, unless they find themselves indoors and away from its searing light.

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Entry 11.2 — Gold 

While I have already ruled out the weakness of silver, I was just as surprised to discover that the true weakness of vampires is gold. 

It seems that the myth of a silver stake torn through a vampire’s heart immediately kills them is in fact still applicable to gold. 

However, the condition of this is that the stake must consist of pure gold. Alloys tend to not do much damage, let alone be considered fatal. 

Gold dust may also be utilised to burn the flesh of these creatures. 

Entry 7.3 — Wild Roses 

If the discovery of gold as a weakness stunned me, then I must say that the notion of one of my brother’s favourite flowers being detrimental to vampires left me speechless. 

When roses make contact with a vampire’s skin, particularly the petals, it burns through their flesh.

While not entirely lethal, it is still enough to deter most vampires due to the sheer intensity of the pain that sears into them.

One might speculate that this extends to the essence of roses. Such as rose water, rose-based perfumes and other products. 

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Entry 12. — Strengths 

Now that I have uncovered the weaknesses, the next course of action would be to investigate the opposite end of the spectrum. 

I urge you to freshen up your knowledge of the named strengths that I have listed in entry 3.1, for this section will focus purely on the aforementioned ‘magic-based strengths’. Or rather, supernatural powers. 

The following will be explored in depth in the upcoming entries:

- compulsion 

- magic and enchantment 

- healing saliva 

These investigations require further observation. As I am sure you might assume, that will be far from an easy task.

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Entry 12.1 — Compulsion 

Compulsion is a supernatural ability that occurs when a vampire looks into the eyes of its victim and commands them to carry out a task. It is unbeknownst to me what they might use this for, but one can only assume that most cases are for sadistic purposes. 

When commanded, the victim will be unable to refuse. Even if their mind is strong enough to remain conscious and not enter a dazed-like state. 

Additional findings: further investigation concluded that one can combat this ability if they have wild roses on their person. One might even think to wear jewellery infused with this flower in pendants or chains.

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Entry. 12.2 — Magic & Enchantment 

This is a rather vague discovery as I have not found enough information regarding this quirk. From what I have been able to gather, the higher ranks of vampires have magical abilities that vary between individuals. 

One might speculate that this enchantment is what allows them to create their daylight rings. 

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Entry 12.3 — Healing Saliva 

It might sound quite bizarre, but vampires have a certain uniqueness to their saliva. However, this is not in regard to their own wounds. 

Their saliva acts disinfectant to a wound, however, it causes the wound to bleed longer yet slows down the rate of bleeding so that the victim does not bleed out immediately. . . I can only assume that this is so that these demons can enjoy their ‘meals’ for longer. 

Sadists.

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Entry 17. — The Turning Process 

Going into this, I assumed that I would not bear witness to such a. . . horrific act, but I suppose that I should not have expected anything less from these night demons. 

The process of turning a human into a vampire is far more complicated than a simple bite to the neck. 

While this part of my investigation was rather gruelling and. . . nauseating, I have managed to comprise a list of the accurate steps in turning a human into a vampire:

- the human must be bitten and injected with ‘vampire venom’

- the human must consume the vampire’s blood 

- the vampire must then. . . kill the human, who will awake as a Halfblood vampire after a day or so 

From what I have gathered, the venom induces agonising effects and excruciating pain on the body once injected. 

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Entry 20. — Moon Phases 

After growing rather curious regarding vampires’ connection with the moon, I decided to dig further into their relationship with the celestial body. 

My discoveries uncovered the following: during a new moon, a vampire is at its weakest — regardless of its ranking. 

However, there is a flip-side to this as well. 

During a full moon, the opposite occurs. Yet in a far more drastic way. Not only do they grow stronger, but their already insatiable bloodlust grows worse. 

This reflection of the moon pattern on their behaviour could help counter their attacks if followed with great consideration. 

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Entry 26. — Hunters 

To garner more information on the creatures of the night, I concluded that one might find out more from those who are possibly in contact with them the most — and live to tell the tale.

I could not uncover much about vampire hunters, but the little knowledge that I have obtained has quite piqued my interest. 

As stated in Entry 1, vampire hunters were a result of the Eruva seeking to eradicate the world of their own failure. From them stemmed Laurëmá: the golden hand. An elite group of hunters who took an oath to finish the task — by whatever means necessary. 

Some of the more ancient and experienced hunters can be identified by their. . . unique gold markings. While at first I insinuated that this was a result of gold-dust mixed into tattooing ink, I soon discovered that it is far more. . . unhinged, than that. 

Considering that these hunters are Eruva, they obtain an increased bodily function. Enhanced speed, strength, agility and endurance. While they are mortal, some live to be hundreds of years old — depending on their meditation practices. 

Upon obtaining injuries, particularly during their training years, hunters clean the wound before filling it with gold. To serve not only as a reminder of their cause or their loyalty to the sun, but to create a sort of built-in armour into their own bodies. Seeing as vampires cannot touch gold.

Yet the most intriguing factor about them, in my opinion, must be a phrase that they use. A motto. 

“Aurë entuluva’’ . . . meaning ‘day will come again.’

Beautiful, is the only way I can bring myself to describe it. Not only as a reaffirmation of their loyalty, but as a foil to those creatures of the night. 

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Entry 29. — Isilhíni

While I must admit that this entry will be rather short, by no means is it lacklustre. Through my findings I have unearthed an almost fantasy-like detail.

Then again, I suppose in a world of blood-sucking demons and sun-blessed humans, this might not be too much of a shocker. 

The Isilhíni. Translation: children of the moon. 

It is all in the name. The descendants of the moon god, who are ordinary humans just like you and I. But with one exception.

Their blood is of extreme importance to vampires. It is to be upheld, as it holds the essence of their precious Isiltar.

I have not found all that I would have liked to, but this fact alone could be a crucial factor in stopping these sadistic creatures.

I will have to find out more. There has to be something greater regarding these god children. 

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Entry 30. — Purebloods 

I write this entry in haste. 

While I have previously disregarded the existence of Pureblood vampires, recent incidents leave me anxious and I must note down what I have discovered. 

Purebloods are the nightmares that you think them to be. All known vampire weaknesses do not affect them. Roses, sunlight, gold, none of it!

They are stronger, smarter, and all the more dangerous. Their bloodlust knows no bounds, and from what I have uncovered — they were even considered royalty. 

I do not have much time. 

Purebloods can be killed only by having a stake from the tree of Laurelin. The tree that was destroyed centuries ago. But there is hope, some of Laurelin’s fr ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

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Scribbles. 

Scribbles and blood splatters.

That is all that is left of the scientist’s writing. As though the scene itself told you a story — and suddenly, the cluttered state of the room made sense. 

Closing the book, you lift it into your hands. You would not let this work be done in vain. You felt as though you owed it to this mystery writer. Determination swells within you and you make a move to leave at last.

Well,

That was until a creak in the floor echoes from behind you. 

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