#vampire deity

[redacted-coiner]

Digital Deity , False Savior , Hacker Deity

Eldritch Deity , Creation Deity , Chaos Deity

Vampire Deity , Sleep Deity , Fox Deity

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[wolfofthegoddess]

[deityofhearts]

i think a particularly fun vampire pastime could be to throw lavish balls where they force their prey to dance and dance and dance without pause until they’re exhausted and then they feed off of them! very cruel AND frivolous

[khaire-traveler]

This is your reminder to go outside today or open a window, even if it's just for a short time (and yes, even if the weather isn't optimal).

[lanora-star]

Just watch Sinners today and guess what?

So hear me out what if Sinners ended the same just that Remmick lived? And also the way him acted about Sammie? Very yandere

But what if Sammie great grandkid had the same like singing power he did and before he passed he asked Stack and Mary to make sure Remmick doesn't get his nasty hands away from them to which the couple most likely will agree too

But what if it was in another like PJO or Abigail or something like that but if you say "YoU sHoUlD dO tWiLiGhT" I will pull a Rick from the walking dead on your ass but Jk I still might

But if it was in the PJO world im just thinking that the great grandkid would be either the kid of Apollo that just amplifies their already incredible singing voice

[physalian]

On Writing Immortals

Some thoughts and suggestions

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First of all, there’s a ton of variety, and so many different means of obtaining immortality, that any “this is how immortals should be written” advice is narrow-minded.

However, it is worth considering where that advice stems from, and that’s how an immortal behaves relative to the mortals around them. As in, if your thousand year immortal is virtually indistinguishable from their 17 year old love interest in behavior and maturity, then immortality is just window dressing on a very under-explored area of this character.

So here’s some broad strokes of different tropes

1. New immortals

These are usually mutants who just unlocked their mutations, superheroes who just got their powers, fantasy characters who just got cursed (or blessed), or mortals who have just ascended to godhood.

In this, “immortal” concerns their physicality, not so much their worldly perspective, as they were previously joe shmoe just like everybody else.

But. Because they’re fresh immortals, that sudden othering should still be a respectable part of their character. How do they come to terms with understanding that they will outlive everyone they know and love? How recklessly (or carefully) do they now act knowing that they’ll survive whatever happens to them?

Are they happy to be immortal, devastated, terrified, confused?

2. Ascended immortals who’ve been around the block

These are usually where you’ll find vampires or any character who’s tragic backstory is gaining immortality 100 years ago. They used to be just like you and me, but a century or two being stagnant while the rest of the world carries on does shit to you.

Are they jaded or embracing all the eras they get to see? Are they detached from people or have they had an endless parade of fleeing lovers? Are they a mess who can’t be alone with their own thoughts, or wizened up despite their youthful features?

3. Young immortals who were always this way

Here you’ll find young deities, popular in anime and manga who have always either been some supernatural creature, lost their memories of when they were alive and have virtually started over in this new skin, minor gods, elves, fae or whatever other fantasy race you’ve come up with.

Are they arrogant about their place on the social totem pole? Overconfident in their own abilities? What do they think of fragile mortals? Do they treat them with love or disdain?

4. Old immortals who were always this way

Gods, primordials, giants, or any of those in category for who have been around for a few millennia.

This is where “they don’t act like an immortal should” criticism often comes in. Someone who has been around this long and has never experienced the creep of time or been threatened by a ticking clock might have some detachment and ambivalence toward the fleeting whims and worries of mortals. It’s either that they’re too jaded to care, have forgotten how to care, or have never had a need to care.

Or, they care a whole heck of a lot and have been fighting this fight as long as they’ve existed.

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I would like to also mention how their degree of separation from mortals greatly skews all of the above categories, using my own immortals as an example.

I write about vampires. Unlike a lot of vampire media, this is a vampire-dominant society. Meaning that the main characters (except the hero) are all immortal, the conflicts are all between immortals, and so are most of the romances.

The emphasis in this story is not on “how do I get this supernatural being to pass like a human and do human things to woo the very young naïve mortal hero” it’s “how do I get this idiot mortal hero to gain some perspective and respect for his elders”.

Though these vampires live among mortals, the mortals live on a vampire schedule under a vampire hierarchy. So there is no “vampire living through the rapidly changing human history of 1890-2000” (which I do love, it’s just not this story) it’s humans with immortal, unchanging vampire guardians.

This is also fantasy devoid of earth politics and history, and change happens very slowly before any big wave of industry. It’s like having an 800 year old vampire who lived from 2000BC to 1200BC vs 1190AD to 1990AD. Same amount of time, but drastically different evolution of their world within that time.

All this to say… they don’t “act” like immortals. They’re just people, on a very, very slow clock relative to only really themselves. They absolutely have their “ugh mortals are stupid and ignorant” arrogance, but they don’t have “because look what they did in the world wars” as a reason. And as far as their people go, the ones they live with, “pets” sounds insulting but it is more like a human and their pet whom they love and will inevitably, greatly outlive, and likely have multiple pets over the course of their lifetime.

So any immortal that you could write, if they’re not living on a human timeline, can, believably, still act very human, because they have no relative sense of the passage of time, no visible benchmarks they should be meeting, and likely few examples of what a “mature” version of themselves, an elder, should behave like.

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Something I do wish was explored more, and I intend to do so myself is the concept of immortality unraveling.

They are cursed with immortality and have lived through so much and contain so many memories that they’ve basically got Alzheimer’s, and yet cannot die. Like that one sailor in Davy Jones’s crew who is literally growing into the ship. He’s a ghost, but effectively immortal in the lore.

Vampire Diaries definitely didn’t do their history homework (still mad about Vikings in Virginia and horses in America 1,000 years ago because no) or take themselves very seriously, but their infamous villainous family of thousand-year-old vampires rarely act their age.

Which in some ways I do appreciate, an implication in vampire media being that you are not just physically frozen, but mentally frozen, unable to mature, forever as impulsive and reckless as you were when you died and unable to mellow out.

But on the other hand, I would have loved to see some actual consequences on these characters’ psyches from the toll a thousand years of memories must have on a human mind. For any kind of supernatural creature.

[jelliibeanz]

happy halloween/samhain!!!!! ii hope all my beasts and ghouls out there have a spooky night!!!

[boofindoopin]

Me: Oh yeah, I'm devoted to Apollo!

The sun: *shines*

Me: WTF GET IT AWAY FROM ME, I HATE THE LIGHT OSNAGSJSGSJSBSJ

Lord Apollo, probably: ...

[circusballoon]

Semi-annual tradition of drawing my OC Elcycinu (any pronouns) being dramatic for Friday the 13th~ No specific rules to it besides relax and have fun

I highly recommend making a tradition of drawing something with the same themes, it's fun to see a collection of different approaches to the same idea over the years

[fooltofancy]

the usual suspects

[redacted-coiner]

Hihi! Could I get a vampire deity flag :3

Vampire Deity

[PT: Vampire Deity]

Other labels contain, Vampire God, Vampire Goddess, Vampire Xeity, Vampire Fewity, and Vampire Odity. This is under the Deity Umbrella(link)!

A flag for those who a vampire deity, a deity from vampirism, a deity of the vampires, etc. This can be kin, delusion, religious beliefs, etc. anyone who can fall under this and anyone can use it!

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[wolfofthegoddess]

[deityofhearts]

something about a vampire greeting/bidding farewell to someone by placing a kiss against their wrist (where the veins are) rather than on their hand…

[proton-emoticon]

nonhuman wordmojis

[imoonblaze]

Erzbet and Zotz

🌹🦇Erzbet y Zotz pertenecen a @imoonblaze

¡Conoce a Erzbet y Zotz! ¡Una princesa vampiro y un dios murciélago!

I've been looking forward to showing these OCs for a long time, Erzbet and Zotz had been OCs for a school project, but now these OCs will be for a story that I still have in development.

I missed drawing things related to the cultures of my country Mexico or deities of my country, So…why not draw the god Camazotz but in my version?

🌹🗡️🌹🗡️🌹🗡️🌹🗡️🌹🗡️🌹🗡️🌹🗡️🌹🗡️🌹

🩸🌹Erzbet🌹🩸 🌹Age: 16 years old (physical, she have hundreds of years) 🌹Sex: Female 🌹Height: 163 tall 🌹Race: Vampire/immortal

A teenage princess from a noble vampire family. Erzbet met Zotz outside her castle in the forest.

Erzbet is cheerful, intuitive, caring, kind, flirtatious, and brave. Her actions are genuine in doing the right thing. She has appreciation for the people she cares about.

🗡️🦇Zotz🦇🗡️ 🦇Real name: Camazotz 🦇Age: 17 years old (physical, he have hundreds of years) 🦇Sex: Male 🦇Height: 194 cm tall 🦇Race: Bat/Deity

A teenage bat god who lives on the outskirts of the forest. Zotz was found by Erzbet when they were just children.

Zotz is adventurous, skilled, intuitive, and somewhat shy, despite looking somewhat scary, the reality is that he is very kind. He cares for Erzbet and accompanies her wherever they go together.

[allthislove]

This is an excerpt from the book I'm writing about Anansi & Hermes, but you could also think of it as an IWTV (AMC) AU. These beautiful monsters definitely inspired me a lot. If you like supernatural stuff, mythology, queer romance, and the like, this book will be for you!

Just in case it wasn't clear:

Hermes - Sam

Anansi - Jacob

“What are you doing?” Hermes asked warmly as he stepped into Anansi’s small kitchen, the handsome young form he’d taken on covertly working over the counter, his back to Hermes. Andre, he was calling himself. Andre, after the legendary African-American actor who had portrayed Hermes so wonderfully in a hit Broadway show. Hermes couldn’t help but be warmed by the choice of name. Hermes had noticed the connection, the first time he heard Anansi introduce himself as Andre. It was the day after their first night together, rekindling what they’d always known was inevitable. Their bond. Their need for each other. More than just love— some invisible tie that bound them to one another, always leading them home to the other’s arms. Then, he realized that Andre was the name Anansi had been using since he’d started his life in New York just a couple of years earlier, the name printed on his documents, on his New York State ID card. He’d wanted to ask Anansi about it– if he was right about the name’s origin. Anansi never usually put much thought into his names, just choosing things that sounded nice and fit the era and the place. But Anansi confirmed it for him casually one day as if the Spider could sense Hermes’ curiosity.

Now, Hermes’ curiosity was piqued by the odd behavior of the Spider in his humble NYC kitchen, his slim body pressed against the counter, his shoulders hunched forward just slightly and his head tilted forward with a kind of focus. Hermes pressed forward into the kitchen, and his eyes caught a glimpse of something metallic in Anansi’s hand. It was a kitchen knife, the kind with a black handle and a stainless steel blade that you might buy at a discount from a big box store. Unremarkable in every way. Anansi, though, was pressing the blade into his all-too-human wrist, and he sliced it easily, the blood seeping from the wound and halfway filling a small glass jar that was placed on the counter in front of him. Hermes swiftly took the knife from him, his godly hand grasping Andre’s wrist and healing it immediately. Their eyes met. Andre seemed startled by Hermes’ speed as much as he seemed ashamed to have been caught.

“What are you doing?” Hermes repeated, this time exasperated– horrified by what he’d witnessed. Surely, Anansi hadn’t brought him to this life, to Andre, only to end things. No mortal death ended Anansi for long. He shed human personas like a second skin, and easily crawled into the next one as if the previous had never existed. But Hermes had never seen him end one on purpose.

“Never mind,” Andre said, his brown eyes shifting back to his task as he took his wrist away from Hermes pointedly. Those were the words he’d repeat when he was doing something magical that he didn’t want to explain, but Hermes hated the dismissiveness. He was a God of Olympus. He dealt in shadows and cunning just as much as Anansi did– maybe more, if he allowed himself to be honest about it. He stood just behind Andre’s shoulder, and he watched him take the bloody knife and reopen the wound, the young man only wincing a bit as if the pain of the blade was nothing more than a mild annoyance.

“Andre will die, Anansi–”

“He won’t. Never mind,” Andre said evenly. Hermes watched as Andre drained blood from his wrist into the jar again. When the jar was full, Andre pushed his bloody wrist into his mouth and fumbled for the jar’s lid.

“Why are you collecting a jar of your blood?” Hermes asked. The blood shimmered like rubies. Anansi’s blood wasn’t golden, the way an Olympian’s blood was. It was red, like them. Like the humans. But the divinity of his birth was still evident in it. Humans had deep red blood that was beautiful but mundane in its shade and consistency. Anansi’s blood almost glowed, and it seemed to shimmer like so many galaxies caught in a jar.

“Never mind, Messenger,” Andre muttered around his wrist, his mouth bloodied from the wound that hadn’t stopped bleeding, that ruby blood seeping over his pinkish-brown lips. Hermes sighed, and he took Andre’s forearm in his hand, easing the wounded wrist away from Andre’s mouth and he covered the wound with his hand, healing it. Their eyes met again, and Andre nodded a bit to thank him.

“The wrist,” Hermes said, “is a great place to get a good blood flow, but it’s difficult to stop the bleeding. There are arteries there–”

“I know,” Andre said evenly.

“It’s why they do it when they’re tired of living,” Hermes said pointedly. Andre scoffed.

“I never tire of living, Hermes,” Andre said evenly. Hermes swiped the blood from his lips and chin, his thumb lingering on Andre’s beautiful brown face. “If I don’t give him blood, he’ll lock me away. And you know I can’t live as a caged bird.”

“Who?” Hermes perked a brow.

“I’ve said ‘never mind’ three times, my love,” Andre replied curtly. He picked up the bloody knife and stepped over to the sink, rinsing it. “Not everything is the concern of your kind. Clean the counter for me, will ya, Merc?” Hermes scoffed at the old nickname, but he cleaned the blood from the counter with a wave of his hand. 

“Is this ‘he’... someone I should be concerned about?” Hermes asked casually, trying not to sound as worried as he felt. Anansi sometimes played with things he shouldn’t. Old things. Things that even the gods didn’t truly understand. Andre gave him a look, and Hermes fought a smile. “I know. ‘Never mind.’ But I do mind, Anansi.”

“All will be well as long as he gets his jar of blood,” Andre said evenly. “If I’m gone for a few days, don’t you worry bout me, lover.”

“Gone? With him?” Hermes inferred, and he studied Andre, watching his head nod, his long locs dancing against his back as he did. “Spider.”

“Mmm,” Andre put the cleaned knife on the counter beside the sink and he grasped his jar of blood, capping it up tightly. 

“Are you bound by something?” Hermes asked, barely hiding his concern.

“Ain’t that deep,” Andre said swiftly. He glanced at Hermes, and he smiled at him, holding up his jar of ruby blood, in it, shimmering galaxies of his divinity.