#vampires loves young psychopaths

[binkyisonline]

✨girl dinner✨

Suddenly in love with a crack-ship with nine fan fictions (including one of my own, if you want to read it https://archiveofourown.org/works/48900415 🙈) and I can't stop thinking about them 🤡

[kraken17]

List of dimensional variants/counterparts of Enid and Wednesday introduced in my fanfiction Kooky Spooky in order of appearance.

This means that other characters that are counterparts such as Taylor Galpin, the Yoko and Weems from Agent A's dimension and the rest of the Adamos (High Fantasy Addams Family) are not on this list. Only Enids and Weds.

(Artwork from Kris6758 on Twitter)

First, those with some weight in the plot:

Eamon Sinclair (Chapter 1): Initially named in Chapter 1, with no formal appearance until Chapter 43. Eamon is a male counterpart of Enid and husband of Friday (the Wednesday from the 1973 cartoon). Basically, he is "our" Enid if she had been born male. Standard lycanthrope, though exceptionally strong.

Thursday (Chapter 9): Wednesday Thursday Addams. As Eamon, a male counterpart to Wednesday and Friday's cell neighbor. He looks identical to a teenage Gomez but with no mustache and with Fester's pallor.

Enid Saint-Clair (Chapter 19): The Enid of Woe's dimension (the Wednesday of the '90s movies). Brunette, of Greek descent and werecat rather than werewolf. Affable and nice, though with psychopathic tendencies and a love for exacerbated violence. Loves to fight people who can keep up with her. To call her "kitten" is to invite death. Better just call her “Nid”.

Agent A (Chapter 22): Wednesday Tuesday Addams. The Wednesday from a dimension gone to hell (literally). She's a grown woman in her forties, dresses like she's a MIB and is a practitioner of magic. She's also one of the few Wednesdays who doesn't make use of her pigtails or pull her hair back in any way, leaving her hair loose. If you want to put a face on her, I imagine her as Hailee Steinfeld about 16 years from now.

Wodnesdæg (Chapter 35): Lord Wodnesdæg of the House of Adamo, Prince of the Kingdom of Nova Gersia. Wod to his closest family and friends. Trans male version of Wednesday. He collects his hair in two short but thick pigtails. Likes to wear black armor that makes him look like the stereotypical Dark Lord from a fantasy novel, but first impressions aside his personality is closer to that of a Gomez Addams.

Eneit Synklar (Chapter 35): Enid's variant from Wodnesdæg's dimension and his betrothed. A barbarian and werewolf princess Enid, extremely tall and muscular, usually dressed in furs or light leather armor. Very outgoing, affable and friendly, though she lacks a bit of tact and has no qualms about breaking in half anyone who messes with her loved ones.

[UPDATE] The Bright One: SPOILERS! Read the fic 😁

Now, the ones that are more cameos:

Chapter 43:

A golden tyrannosaurus Enid and her ape-like sidekick Wednesday, inspired by the original comic book versions of Devil Dinosaur and Moon Boy.

A middle-aged futuristic soldier Enid.

A Wednesday who looks like a living marble statue with golden cracks adorning her skin and luminous white hair.

A Wednesday and Enid who look like stereotypical pirates.

Gargoyle Enid. A purple-skinned Enid with horns, tail and wings, inspired by the characters from the Disney series Gargoyles.

Chapter 45:

Cyborg-lycanthrope Enid.

Vampire Wednesday, armed with a spear.

Reverse Enid and Wednesday: A violent lycanthropic but black-furred Enid accompanied by a disturbingly extroverted blonde Wednesday.

The younglings: A group of five or six young Wednesdays, the oldest no older than seven.

Saiyan Enid: A brunette-haired martial artist Enid with ki abilities, orange robes, staff and monkey tail. Inspired by Dragon Ball, although it can be interpreted as a reference to Journey to the West as well.

Gunslinger Enid and Wednesday, as if out of a classic Hollywood Western.

Sasquatch Enid.

The witches: Two Enids, one of them in school uniform and wand-wielding, clearly inspired by the Potterverse novels/films or other similar works. The second Enid, with green skin and black clothes, pointy hat and broom is more inspired by The Wizard of Oz and Wicked.

Punk-looking Enid with cybernetic implants like blades in her arms. Inspired by Cyberpunk 2077.

Angelic Enid, alternates between a humanoid form with wings and a fire-wheel form with multiple eyes.

Hellboy Wednesday (Hellgirl?).

[UPDATE] Chapter 50:

A witch-like Enid with a talking cat familiar.

[hoonven]

PLEASE VOTE

hello! in honor of my first anniversary on this app, i've decided to release one of two sunoo WIPS on september 2nd (subject to change) but I'm having a little trouble deciding which fic will have the honor so I could really use your help! (also if the fic you voted for doesn't win don't worry I'm still releasing both fics with the exception that one will just be released sooner)

Beautiful Creatures

❝We’re all beautiful creatures of the night, vampires and witches.❞

PAIRING! kim seonwoo x female reader

WORD COUNT! tbd

GENRES! fluff, angst, vampire au, witch au, strangers to lovers, forbidden love

WARNINGS! profanity, mention of murder, mc has deceased parents, prejudiced behaviors, physical violence, side character death, more tbd

SYNOPSIS! in the gloomy town of Eldritch Cove, a coven of witches resides deep in the marsh, never to make contact with outsiders, it's safer this way, but when a mysterious young man passes through town everything changes

RELEASE DATE! september 2

Birds of a Feather

❝Two psychopathic killers on the run, we’re birds of a feather.❞

PAIRING! kim sunoo x female reader

WORD COUNT! tbd

GENRES! fluff, angst, comedy, psychopath au, sociopath au, serial killer au but they only kill bad people, low-key yandere au

WARNINGS! profanity, murder & gore, physical violence, mention of child abuse, mention of domestic abuse, mention of animal abuse (none of the abuse is committed by y/n or sunoo btw), near-death experience from being stabbed, more tbd

SYNOPSIS! Kim Sunoo has the sweetest smile, so sweet that no one knew he was a psychopath with murderous tendencies until it was too late, but you don’t mind. after all, you have these habits yourself

RELEASE DATE! september 2

thanks for voting and please reblog! <3

[f4y3w00d5]

looked thru my old characters again and now im wondering whod wanna rp with them, so im gonna pick a few out and give brief backstories

YOUNG INDUSTRIES (A former rp I did)

Description: Evil guy Seth kidnaps innocents and experiments on them, no one could ever escape.

Lets start with the characters from the Abyss, the Abyss was where the inmates who angered Seth/were dangerous were. there was the upper and lower parts of the Abyss, ill specify what each character was.

Oliver (Green eyed) and Alvirum (demonic). Oliver was to be a sacrifice, but ended up possessed by a young demon, and their souls were bonded. Oliver is mostly in control, although when threatened Alvirun takes over. Olivers mostly sweet but Alviruns mocking. They count as 11. Upper levels of the abyss.

Annie. hahaha fucking shit was she hot- Shes some sort of angelic type being, crossed with a siren. Shes a fucking jerk. I love her. Upper levels.

I loved Rax but he didnt go well with the industries. Condescending but flirty vampiric asshole. he has minor hypnotic powers, too. He got put into the upper abyss for pissing Seth off

Skylar!!! The darling was so sweet, I love him. Some sort of siren, but he was cursed by a cousin to only be able to speak the truth and the whole truth. hes also a sorcerer and knows quite a bit of magic. He probably insulted Seth and got sent down

Zayne. Psychopathic yet human serial killer. Potentially made a deal with the devil. Highly dangerous and his drive for blood outways nearly everything else. Lower abyss, one of the most dangerous.

Ive already got one for Jacob, one of the others in the lower abyss, and Zanthia would be hard to roleplay....

(thats him, hes 19)

Upper Levels This is the main part of the industries and where the safe inmates are

Abby. I didnt get much done for her, but shes some sort of wood elf and utterly adorable. easily scared and very quiet.

Alyce. Early version of Faye, part demon part human, hangs out with some other dude i forgot the name of... wait nevermind its Haydyn!! she was a killer before being captured and shes rlly bright and bubbly

bored dead inside ghost, friends with Alyce, murdered, sorta goth. tired constantly but hes nice

Celestia. Some kind of human mixed with an eldritch abomination. she cries constantly. shes grey and black and white. tragedy. her voice sounds like multiple people talking on top of each other.

Tethys. Already got an account for her. Sweet little cow girl with abandonment issues. Shes currently staying at @monsterfucker-research-wizards place.

Xander (red) and Shane (blue). Pair of brothers, Xanders the responsible one, Shane is the eternally horny masochist one, twin vampires looking for their baby sister, Evelyn.

Evelyn, 16. Technically from the abyss, but that was just to keep her secret. Been locked in a room all by herself for 10 years. Shes sweet.

Anya, some sort of deer-elf thing. Shes sweet. very shy and helpful, i love her....

Next we have the ones that were guards at the Young Industries

She doesnt have a name, or a personality yet

also unnamed and personality-less but she looks cool

then theres the ones from the library, they get their own account

The mother, Cecilia, her 9 year old daughter, May, and the first (and only one ive thought of) resident of the library, Alora. Cecilia and May are... god knows what. some kind of immortal being, teleporting around with a sanctuary for the broken, known as the library. Alora was the first one who escaped from the Young Industries and is VERY traumatised, also shy.

Then lastly just random ones

Adonis, human murderer, hes badass. not much on him yet

Erika, also badass... maybe her and Adonis are siblings

@akronus-the-redeemed @gobodegoblin @monsterfucker-research-wizard @the-cherryblossom-system @ibuildblasters @good-wizard @annotated-catastrophe @drew-bard-for-hire @wasteland-wooferbaby @blooper-malte @be-gentle-with-littluns-2 @slymewitch

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Interview Tag

Thanks for the tag, @willtheweaver (here)!

I'll go with Renn Atrius from Song of Thorns.

Were you named after anyone?

"I'm not sure. My parents weren't that close to their respective relatives, due to a myriad of reasons - the main one being that my maternal grandparents are vampire hunters, and my father was a vampire. You can imagine how uncomfortable the family meetings were. Dad said my name means 'honesty, love or benevolence' - I think it's a pretty great name."

When was the last time you cried?

"Hmm. I'm not sure to be honest. It was probably a while ago - I occasionally have nightmares about... well an incident, in my past. Those dreams do make me cry most times, but they have been few and far between lately, which is good."

Do you have any kids?

"None. I'm pretty young still for a dhampir - my current age is equivalent to 18 in human years, so I'm basically still a kid myself - and regardless, I've been too busy not being hunted by the people who want me dead and trying to rebel against the King to even consider something like that. I probably won't for a long time."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"Yes, all the time! Especially when I'm trying to annoy that fancypants asshat of a prince I have to travel with. That is priceless."

What is the first thing you notice about people?

"Let's see (starts listing the following with his fingers): if they're a Hunter, if they work for my psychopath of a grandfather, if they're another stupid villager ready to call a mob with torches and pitchforks to go after yours truly, and so on and so forth... There's a lot to consider when you're in my shoes. Other than that, I guess I try to notice their demeanor, a bit of their personality, and whether or not I'd like to waste my time talking to them."

What is your eye color?

"Light greyish brown, like my mother's. When I use my vampiric powers, my eyes glow a bright red, like blood but glowing like two little lanterns."

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Happy endings. I don't like the feeling of fear that much and the world is already horrifying enough for me to subject myself to more scares while reading fiction. Ha, if I wanted to endure something scary, I'd just have to tell a random villager I'm half-vampire or go out into the cursed woods alone. Happy endings are honestly my favorite thing about some books - they show us that no matter how bleak things may seem, there can be a brighter future ahead."

Any special talents?

"It depends. I'm a great swordfighter, have perfect aim with my bow and arrow, and am very agile - after my family was betrayed I survived mostly as a thief stealing from corrupt humans, so I had to learn how to climb things and be silent, which are also talents I consider special. Oh, and I can turn into either a giant bat or a really tiny one - transforming into a giant bat is easier and lasts for a longer period of time! My Dad taught me how to."

Where were you born?

"I was born in my family's manor in the vampiric lands, where I lived with my Dad until he was killed by a Hunter when I was around five years old, during a diplomatic visit to my human grandfather's lands."

Do you have any pets?

"Yes, I have a pet raven called Cornelius. I call him Corn for short! He's a little crazy bastard of a bird and I love his chaotic energy, haha."

What sort of sports do you play?

"I'm pretty active. I'm constantly running, climbing things, and fighting people who try to hurt me, so I guess that counts, plus I often fly around in my bat form, which is a great exercise for the arms (as they're my wings when I'm in my bat form). I also practice archery and sword fighting quite frequently!"

How tall are you?

"I'm honestly not sure. Probably 5.9ft. So around 179 centimeters? I think. I haven't had time to really measure my height if I'm being honest, haha."

What was your favorite subject in school?

"I was born a noble, so I would have had private tutors teach me instead of going to a traditional school like humans do - fey don't really do institutions like that, and learning from tutors and parents is the custom in vampiric and fey lands. But my Dad died when I was five - so I was orphaned and had to learn to survive on the run since the Hunters also wanted to kill me. I didn't really have that chance. Before that, it was my father who taught me how to read, write, and draw. He also used to teach me a lot about vampiric history and botany. When we visited my mother in the human lands she taught me a bit about sewing."

What is your dream job?

"I'm not sure. I would love to be an adventurer and help people whom the kingdom has forsaken, but I'm not sure if that counts as a job traditionally. If I manage to aid others during my lifetime in any way and make the world a better place than it was before, even if just a little bit, then that's enough for me."

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@winterandwords, @cowboybrunch, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

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@leave-her-a-tome, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

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[mikelogan]

maybe i'll do them in the order of the results for funsies

synopses below the cut:

i am legend

Robert Neville is the last living man on Earth...but he is not alone. Every other man, woman, and child on Earth has become a vampire, and they are all hungry for Neville's blood. By day, he is the hunter, stalking the sleeping undead through the abandoned ruins of civilization. By night, he barricades himself in his home and prays for dawn. How long can one man survive in a world of vampires?

the black phone

Jack Finney is thirteen, alone, and in desperate trouble. For two years now, someone has been stalking the boys of Galesberg, stealing them away, never to be seen again. And now, Finney finds himself in danger of joining them: locked in a psychopath's basement, a place stained with the blood of half a dozen murdered children. With him in his subterranean cell is an antique phone, long since disconnected . . . but it rings at night anyway, with calls from the killer's previous victims. And they are dead set on making sure that what happened to them doesn't happen to Finney.

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo

In this entrancing novel "that speaks to the Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor in us all" (Kirkus Reviews), a legendary film actress reflects on her relentless rise to the top and the risks she took, the loves she lost, and the long-held secrets the public could never imagine. Aging and reclusive Hollywood movie icon Evelyn Hugo is finally ready to tell the truth about her glamorous and scandalous life. But when she chooses unknown magazine reporter Monique Grant for the job, no one is more astounded than Monique herself. Why her? Why now? Monique is not exactly on top of the world. Her husband has left her, and her professional life is going nowhere. Regardless of why Evelyn has selected her to write her biography, Monique is determined to use this opportunity to jumpstart her career. Summoned to Evelyn's luxurious apartment, Monique listens in fascination as the actress tells her story. From making her way to Los Angeles in the 1950s to her decision to leave show business in the '80s, and, of course, the seven husbands along the way, Evelyn unspools a tale of ruthless ambition, unexpected friendship, and a great forbidden love. Monique begins to feel a very real connection to the legendary star, but as Evelyn's story near its conclusion, it becomes clear that her life intersects with Monique's own in tragic and irreversible ways.

and then i woke up

In a world reeling from an unusual plague, monsters lurk in the streets while terrified survivors arm themselves and roam the countryside in packs. Or perhaps something very different is happening. When a disease affects how reality is perceived, it’s hard to be certain of anything… Spence is one of the “cured” living at the Ironside rehabilitation facility. Haunted by guilt, he refuses to face the changed world until a new inmate challenges him to help her find her old crew. But if he can’t tell the truth from the lies, how will he know if he has earned the redemption he dreams of? How will he know he hasn’t just made things worse?

exit west

In a country teetering on the brink of civil war, two young people meet--sensual, fiercely independent Nadia and gentle, restrained Saeed. They embark on a furtive love affair, and are soon cloistered in a premature intimacy by the unrest roiling their city. When it explodes, turning familiar streets into a patchwork of checkpoints and bomb blasts, they begin to hear whispers about doors--doors that can whisk people far away, if perilously and for a price. As the violence escalates, Nadia and Saeed decide that they no longer have a choice. Leaving their homeland and their old lives behind, they find a door and step through. . . . Exit West follows these remarkable characters as they emerge into an alien and uncertain future, struggling to hold on to each other, to their past, to the very sense of who they are. Profoundly intimate and powerfully inventive, it tells an unforgettable story of love, loyalty, and courage that is both completely of our time and for all time.

a certain hunger

Food critic Dorothy Daniels loves what she does. Discerning, meticulous, and very, very smart, Dorothy's clear mastery of the culinary arts make it likely that she could, on any given night, whip up a more inspired dish than any one of the chefs she writes about. Dorothy loves sex as much as she loves food, and while she has struggled to find a long-term partner that can keep up with her, she makes the best of her single life, frequently traveling from Manhattan to Italy for a taste of both. But there is something within Dorothy that's different from everyone else, and having suppressed it long enough, she starts to embrace what makes Dorothy uniquely, terrifyingly herself. Recounting her life from a seemingly idyllic farm-to-table childhood, the heights of her career, to the moment she plunges an ice pick into a man's neck on Fire Island, Dorothy Daniels show us what happens when a woman finally embraces her superiority.

just for the summer

Justin has a curse, and thanks to a Reddit thread, it's now all over the internet. Every woman he dates goes on to find their soul mate the second they break up. When a woman slides into his DMs with the same problem, they come up with a plan: They'll date each other and break up. Their curses will cancel each other’s out, and they’ll both go on to find the love of their lives. It’s a bonkers idea… and it just might work. Emma hadn't planned that her next assignment as a traveling nurse would be in Minnesota, but she and her best friend agree that dating Justin is too good of an opportunity to pass up, especially when they get to rent an adorable cottage on a private island on Lake Minnetonka. It's supposed to be a quick fling, just for the summer. But when Emma's toxic mother shows up and Justin has to assume guardianship of his three siblings, they're suddenly navigating a lot more than they expected–including catching real feelings for each other. What if this time Fate has actually brought the perfect pair together?

you like it darker

“You like it darker? Fine, so do I,” writes Stephen King in the afterword to this magnificent new collection of twelve stories that delve into the darker part of life—both metaphorical and literal. King has, for half a century, been a master of the form, and these stories, about fate, mortality, luck, and the folds in reality where anything can happen, are as rich and riveting as his novels, both weighty in theme and a huge pleasure to read. King writes to feel “the exhilaration of leaving ordinary day-to-day life behind,” and in You Like It Darker, readers will feel that exhilaration too, again and again. “Two Talented Bastids” explores the long-hidden secret of how the eponymous gentlemen got their skills. In “Danny Coughlin’s Bad Dream,” a brief and unprecedented psychic flash upends dozens of lives, Danny’s most catastrophically. In “Rattlesnakes,” a sequel to Cujo, a grieving widower travels to Florida for respite and instead receives an unexpected inheritance—with major strings attached. In “The Dreamers,” a taciturn Vietnam vet answers a job ad and learns that there are some corners of the universe best left unexplored. “The Answer Man” asks if prescience is good luck or bad and reminds us that a life marked by unbearable tragedy can still be meaningful.

a death in door county

Morgan Carter, owner of the Odds and Ends bookstore in Door County, Wisconsin, has a hobby. When she’s not tending the store, she’s hunting cryptids—creatures whose existence is rumored, but never proven to be real. It’s a hobby that cost her parents their lives, but one she’ll never give up on. So when a number of bodies turn up on the shores of Lake Michigan with injuries that look like bites from a giant unknown animal, police chief Jon Flanders turns to Morgan for help. A skeptic at heart, Morgan can’t turn down the opportunity to find proof of an entity whose existence she can’t definitively rule out. She and her beloved rescue dog, Newt, journey to the Death's Door strait to hunt for a homicidal monster in the lake—but if they’re not careful, they just might be its next victims.

disturbance

As the sun sets on a feverishly hot July evening, a young woman spies on her teenage neighbor, transfixed by what looks like an occult ritual intended to banish an ex-boyfriend. Alone in a new town and desperate to expel the claustrophobic memories of her own ex that have followed, the narrator decides to try to hex herself free from her past. She falls in with the neighbor and her witchy friend, exploring nascent supernatural powers as the boundaries of reality shift in and out of focus. But when the creaks and hums of her apartment escalate into something more violent, she realizes that she may have brought her boyfriend’s presence—whether psychological or paranormal—back to haunt her.

the bell jar

Esther Greenwood is brilliant, beautiful, enormously talented, and successful, but slowly going under—maybe for the last time. In her acclaimed and enduring masterwork, Sylvia Plath brilliantly draws the reader into Esther's breakdown with such intensity that her insanity becomes palpably real, even rational—as accessible an experience as going to the movies. A deep penetration into the darkest and most harrowing corners of the human psyche, The Bell Jar is an extraordinary accomplishment and a haunting American classic.

city on fire

New York City, 1976. Meet Regan and William Hamilton-Sweeney, estranged heirs to one of the city's great fortunes; Keith and Mercer, the men who, for better or worse, love them; Charlie and Samantha, two suburban teenagers seduced by downtown's punk scene; an obsessive magazine reporter, Richard, and his idealistic neighbor, Jenny, - and the detective trying to figure out what any of them have to do with a shooting in Central Park on New Year's Eve. The mystery, as it reverberates through families, friendships, and the corridors of power, will open up even the loneliest-seeming corners of the crowded city. And when the blackout of July 13, 1977, plunges this world into darkness, each of these lives with be changed forever.

[peterpanfromlemonland]

Don't Hyde From Me (ch 3. Ain't It Fun?)

CW/TW: mentions of alcohol, drugs, murder, depictions of murder, attempted rape, slightly possessive Tyler, Tyler and his mommy issues.

(part 1, part 2)

Tyler sat on his side of the room on his bed, watching as Hoa as she typed away at her paper. She was still a mystery to him, he would make sure to make her death a slow and painful one that he could savor; she sighed in relief as she finally finished that paper she started hours ago. Her joints cracked and popped as she stretched in her seat, waiting for the damn paper to print. She could feel Tyler’s eyes on her, watching her every damn move. From her bored fidgeting to her constantly checking the clock; 4:35PM. It was almost time for her date. The boy didn’t know why seeing his warden holding hands with another boy made him so angry, made him want to kill; rage bubbled in the pit of his stomach as he watched her prance around the room gathering the items for her outfit, gathering the makeup, humming to herself.

Now, it wasn’t just seeing her with another man that made him so angry but her having to take him along. He knows that he had to be monitored 24/7, but it felt like she brought him along to every date just to push his buttons. Like she wanted him to kill her. Tyler sighed and rolled his eyes as the vampire blasted a mixture of old classic rock and modern rock, dancing and hopping about the room. Her smile could light up a train station during a power outage. 

Ain’t It Fun?

She dramatically lip synced to Paramore as she sprayed her strawberry perfume on her body, a sickly sweet scent that irritated Tyler yet brought him some sense of peace. As much as she annoyed him, he’d rather be subjected to her antics than torture and murder any day. 

Don’t go cryin’ to your mama.

If his mother were still alive, she would’ve taken a liking to her. Even though his mother passed away when he was very young he still had fond memories of her, she loved dancing to music and doing her makeup. His heart would flutter as he would dance with her, laughter filling the room whenever he did. Hoa reminded him of her, he did his best to hide a tear- luckily Hoa was too busy doing her hair to notice. Was this her plan? Was Hoa just toying with him? Was she just as sick and psychopathic as he was? He wanted to know more, see more, feel more. 

“You know,” Hoa grumbled as she tied her hair into twin buns, “They say that it lasts longer if you take a picture.”

Cuz you’re on your own.

“What?” Tyler scoffed back, “Not gonna harvest my emerald green eyes are you?” When their eyes met- her shade covered eyes and his shiny emerald eyes- he flashed her a smirk.

“I don’t have time to deal with you right now.” She groaned as she yanked on the curtain dividing the room to give herself some privacy. Tyler knew he had to look away but watching her silhouette move against the thin fabric separating the two of them, seeing the curves and edges of her body, maybe he’ll have his way with her before he kills her. It would be exhilarating to see the fear in her eyes, unsure of what he’d do to her, he closed his eyes and moaned softly at the thoughts of her underneath him.

“He’ll be here in 5 minutes.” Hoa pushed the curtain back, revealing her black and red outfit; plain blood red t-shirt covered by a faded black leather jacket, ripped black jeans covering her knees, “Behave yourself.” She pointed a stern finger at him as she walked to the bathroom to do her makeup, her long hair bouncing as she sauntered off. Tyler groaned as he rested his back against the wall by his bed, what did she even see in this boy? He was a delinquent, sure Tyler did kill a few people but besides being a murderer Tyler was a sweet and loving person.

So what are you gonna do when the world don’t open up around you?

“Sure,” he sighed, frustrated and not knowing what he wanted, “Don’t let me get in the way of your love making Ms. Warden.”

So what are you gonna do when nobody wants to fool with you?

“Ain’t it fun?” She teased him, pushing his buttons even further.

“At least I’m not a cheap whore like you.” 

“I’m only a whore to prepare myself for a badass death.” Tyler had forgotten about the girl’s death wish, she had made it clear to him that she would go out of her way to get a chance to tango with the grim reaper himself. The boy couldn’t help but scoff at the remark, glancing up at the girl as she waltzed out of the bathroom- tonight’s makeup color scheme was black. Hoa adjusted her glasses, showing off her makeup, an aura of success exuding from her. To say she was beautiful would be an understatement, Tyler opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by 3 swift knocks at the door. It was him.

Ain’t it fun, living in the real world?

Hoa rushed to the door and opened it, greeted by a siren with a smug grin on his face. David Matthews. Tyler tried to hide his seething anger as he watched the young man wrap his arm around Hoa’s waist and pull her closer to him, the girl squeaked and giggled before playfully smacking the siren on the cheek. David nodded a reluctant greeting to the chained up hyde before closing the door behind him. Tyler didn’t like this boy for a multitude of reasons, one being the fact that he was manipulating her. The second, he was using her. The third, he was lying up front to her and she couldn’t see through his little charade. 

“Is he gonna be a problem?” David gestured in the curly haired boy’s direction, receiving an unfriendly snarl from Tyler, “Don’t want him to hyde out and ruin that pretty makeup of yours before I do.” If Tyler hated anything more than Hoa, it was David. He hated how that boy brought out the worst in Hoa, she could’ve done so much better than a parasite like him.

“Don’t mind him.” Hoa led him to her bed, “We’ll just be watching Disney movies is all.” She grinned as David’s face fell, she was serious. When they were discussing their date plans on the phone he thought that they’d be doing something other than Disney, but he still had his hopes up. Tyler could sense the malice behind that fake kindness of his, he wanted to warn Hoa but she would never believe him- how could she? Tyler sighed and closed his eyes as he lay down in his bed, wishing that she could see the trouble she was in before it was too late.

Ain’t it fun?

David knew Tyler was onto him and aware of his motives, he knew Tyler couldn’t do or say anything because no one would believe a monster. Hoa set up the first movie, she was waiting patiently to be able to do something she wanted on a date; in the past it was always whatever David wanted. Parties, drugs, booze, he would always flirt with other women and both him and Hoa would get into a fight after every date. Every night her heart would break but every morning after he would bring her flowers to apologize. She knew he was toxic but she just wanted to pretend, to pretend that there was a sliver of hope there. That he was a good guy deep down inside. Tyler rolled to his side, back turned towards the couple, he wanted to be the one with his arm around her waist but that just won’t happen. Not now, not any time soon, not ever. Ain’t it fun? He closed his eyes and dozed off…

The next thing he knew was that it was 5 minutes after the clock had struck 5PM, he could hear the sounds of screaming and struggling from Hoa’s side of the room. Tyler turned over to see what the commotion was only to feel sick to his stomach. Hoa was struggling against David, the boy had her pinned and was covering her mouth to muffle her screams- tears stained her bruised littered face, black purple and blue painted her body. David was trying to take advantage of her, Tyler sensed the anger steeping in the pit of David’s stomach as Hoa made it difficult for him to do what he wanted.

“Come on baby,” David grunted, “Make this easy for me. You always did what you were told before. Let me fuck you.” Hoa wriggled and writhed, David lost his patience and slammed his fist against the side of her face leaving a trail of blood running down her nose. Tyler’s blood boiled, he slowly rolled off his bed and started making his way towards the two, rage and bloodlust clouded his thoughts. All he wanted was David dead. He didn’t think before he acted, the next thing that he heard were the frightened screams from David’s sinister mouth.

Tyler’s eyes widened as he saw the blood oozing on his hands, what had he done?

“You’re a fucking bitch!” David cried as he stumbled out of the room, slamming the door behind him, his frantic footsteps echoed through the empty halls. Tyler wanted to storm off after him but hearing her faint sobs caused his heart to shatter to pieces, the boy knelt by the side of her bed- at a loss for words seeing her bloodied and bruised. What the fuck is wrong with him? What happened to wanting to make her bleed and suffer?

“Hoa?” His voice shaky as he tried to reach out for her, his head yelling at him to stop.

“Just-” the girl hiccupped, “I need space.” She stumbled to her phone sitting on her desk. She didn’t even look at him. Tyler didn’t know what to do other than stand there flabbergasted and mouth hanging open like a fish gasping for air, he watched as Hoa’s tough and cold hearted demeanor crumbled. Underneath all that sarcasm and stubbornness was a scared little girl, she was vulnerable. A knock at the door caused her to jump before answering.

“Co sao khong?” A young man similar looking to Hoa made his way in, “Sis, who did this to you?” He quickly directed his attention to Tyler, ready to break his knees.

“Don’t want to talk about it.” Hoa made her way to the open window, snaking her leg out onto the balcony, wiping the blood off her face.

“You want me to shift?” The man asked, gaining a swift nod from Hoa before she disappeared. The man sighed and plopped himself at the girl’s desk, his form and figure quickly changing to imitate the image of Hoa. This man was a shifter. Tyler had a thousand questions flying around his head at a thousand miles, where does he start? How did Hoa know this man?

“You have questions for me,” The unknown man spoke, “I can see it written on your stupid face.” Great, this man was just like her.

“First off,” Tyler got to his feet, “Who are you?” His brows furrowed quizzically. The man sighed and took off his sunglasses, he was Hoa’s twin. Her brother, her ‘womb mate’ as he liked to call it. Tyler never knew about Hoa’s family, he didn’t even think to ask, but knowing her… Her brother was no different. His name was Quan, part vampire and part shifter. Born seconds after his sister, the two of them were almost inseparable. After giving Tyler a brief introduction he pulled out his phone to track his sister’s location.

“You stalk your sister often?” Tyler scoffed, “Talk about incest much?”

“For your information,” Quan hissed, “I want to make sure my sister is safe.” Quan had an odd way of keeping tabs on his sister, the entire Duong family was an enigma to Tyler. He wanted to know more. His second question was regarding the fact why Hoa never mentioned him or had any family photos. Quan refused to answer, dodging it by pretending not to hear the boy. Like brother, like sister. Tyler sighed and made his way to the bathroom to wash the blood from his hands. He feared the worst, the death penalty. He then made his bed, knowing the conversation would go nowhere. 

“Thank you,” Quan spoke after moments of silence, “For kicking that douchebag’s ass back there.” Tyler was too stunned to speak. Any normal person would cower in fear.

“You’re not angry that I hurt someone?” Tyler tilted his head curiously.

“Well,” Quan smirked, “I’m fine if pain is given to those who deserve it. I’ve been trying to warn my sis about that guy for months.” Why was Quan thanking him? Tyler was the ‘monster’ in this situation, was Quan just as crazy as his sister? Before any of them could say a word the sound of the window closing and clanking of glass caught their attention, she was back.

Ain’t it good to be on your own.

The clock struck 6PM, Hoa stumbled across the room, she looked like a mess. A greeting left her lips, words slurred together as she nearly tripped over her own feet, the smell of alcohol and weed was strong enough to intoxicate an elephant. Cheap whiskey and wine mixed with smoke filled the room, it was unbearable that Tyler had to open the window. Hoa fell into her brother’s arms with a hiccup, a look of disgust and disappointment painted his pale face.

“Are you drunk?” He interrogated her angrily.

“Stoned too!” She grinned, “Want some little brother?” She pulled out a bottle of whiskey from the shopping bag she had with her, Quan took it from her hands only to realize that the bottle was empty. He sighed before plopping his sister on her bed, he hated when she got like this- he couldn’t blame her though, he only had his father to blame for her behavior. The young man straightened his uniform as he shifted back to his original form, adjusting his glasses he turned to face Tyler.

“Take care of her for me, will you?” Quan smiled as he made his way to the door. Tyler blinked, an odd request to ask of a monster who wants your sister dead, but Tyler agreed without question. He sat on the floor next to Hoa’s bed, unsure of what to do or say. It broke him to see her like this, he just wished she would snap at him with some snarky remark about him and his emerald eyes but she didn’t.

“I hate you.” Hoa giggled, she was now in front of her mirror and pointing at her reflection, “You’re a piece of shit, you know that?”

“Hey,” Tyler got up and cautiously hovered his arms around her, afraid she would stumble and hurt herself even more, “How about you get some rest, yeah?”

“How about you shove it,” a cold smirk found its home on her lips, “Barista Boy?” God, out of all times she chose now to push his buttons. She got up in his face, Tyler almost passing out as the smell of whiskey and weed hit him. His chained hands instinctively pulled her close, what was he doing? Her eyes laced with intoxication and bad decisions, he could easily snap her neck right then and there. Her black lipstick smudged along with her eye makeup, he wanted her.

“You’re drunk.” He mumbled.

“And you’re a monster.” She cooed, “A cute, harmless monster.” Tyler felt his face warm up at her comment. A part of him knew she didn’t mean it- the girl was wasted and stoned out of her mind, she probably didn’t even know what she was saying- but another part of him wanted to believe her. He wanted her to mean it. He reminded her that if it weren’t for the chains holding him, he would break every bone in her body over and over until she was a mangled mess.

“Is that so?” She cocked a brow, “Is the big scary monster gonna kill me?” She mocked him, using a tone you’d use with an infant.

“Maybe you should sit down-”

“Maybe I should take these chains off of you.” She held up the key that could give him the freedom he so desperately wanted. Tyler’s breath caught in his throat, his chest heaving as he came close to finally getting what he wanted- what he needed. He felt his cock twitch from the sheer sight of the key that she twirled in her fingers, she could see the want in his eyes as she leaned in closer. They fell into each other’s orbit, unable to take their eyes off the other.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, baby.” He huffed, forehead resting against hers. The cold chains resting upon her back as his hands trailed her sides, just as he leaned down to plant a kiss on her lips she quickly escaped his grasps and darted towards the bathroom. Kneeling besides the toilet as she heaved and vomited her insides. 

Ain’t it fun?

[minemorse]

The Clinic (Xavier's Story)

Me and my brother are here hunting down a monster.  Not a monster what you think. It was just another name for a psychopath. Now me and my brother are disguised as teacher and student. 

We were called here by the headmaster from Astra Academy, a boarding school for special people. He was not a vampire like us who lived more than a thousand years, he was just a long lived human who led his clan to build a school for children who had power and teach them how to control it and protect each other. 

Like today when I attended the class as a new girl this year. All the students in this class prepared a surprise for their favorite teacher who was celebrating his 248th birthday.

I was lucky today because of cloudy weather. I shouldn't hide in my dorm room.  So, the teacher came and he was surprised when everyone in class said happy birthday to him.  I thought he looked like an old man in his fifties, but what I saw was, he looked young. It was like a man in his twenties, not two hundred. He has blonde hair and is so handsome. His name is Professor Xavier.

I let out my breath. What I was thinking? My brother and I lived more than a hundred years. And I still look like a teenager with this face.  

“Are you a new student? Professor Zayne already told me.” Professor Xavier asked me.

I stand awkwardly. Now every eye in this class is staring at me. I introduce myself and after that he starts the first subject today.

I don't really pay attention to the subject. I just enjoyed seeing him.  I have never seen a man who is so attractive when teaching. 

…

Today was sunny weather. I didn't expect that after it rained in the morning.  Maybe I should use a technology device that tells me the weather everyday.  I ran to the clinic. Close the curtain in the windows and lay in bed with a blanket covering my whole body.

“Whoever you are who closes the curtains, thank you.”

I froze for a moment. That was Professor Xavier's voice. What is he doing here?”

“Professor?”

“Ah, you—” 

I’m lil bit surprised that he remembered my name.

“Professor Xavier?”

“Are you feeling sick?”

“No, but I can't attend class today.”

“It's a sunny day to hide in the clinic.”

“That’s why I’m here.”

It was awkward silence for a moment.

“A vampire huh?”

I almost gasp when I hear it from him.  “How about you? You’re 248 years old. Are you a vampire too, Professor?”

“No.” he said. “I’m a phoenix.”

“Oh.” I responded to him just like that. I heard phoenix classification for a creature who can come back from death. They will rise from their ashes. But I don't know if it was true or not. “What are you doing here, Professor?”

“Just take a nap.”

…

After that day, we always meet in the clinic on sunny days. Sometimes I wonder why there is no doctor there, but Xavier said the doctor was there if there was an emergency.  So, me and him are always here. 

We always talked behind the curtain, until one day Xavier opened the curtain between us. He said he wanted to see me when we talked.  I’m lil bit shy, but I’m happy to see him and I enjoyed it when we talked to each other.

Slowly the walls between us crumbled and we just not only talked in the clinic.

Our relationship developed so fast. I almost forgot why I'm here. If my brother Rafayel does not remind me, maybe I can forget I had a mission too.  It’s already been three months we have been here, and we haven't caught the monster.

It wasn't a sunny day, but I decided to come to the clinic. I lay down in bed and closed my eyes. Not long after that I heard footsteps outside and someone opened the door, closed it and locked it. I know it was him.  I opened my eyes, and Xavier was there. He climbed the bed and held me tight. I can feel his breath in my neck and his hand under my skirt.

He was the first man that I allowed to touch me like this.  I don’t know if it's love or just lust but I liked everything he did to me.  

“Professor, did you think it would be a bit scandalous?”

I heard him laugh. He’s not responded to my question.  He just moves faster, making me moan his name. 

…

Tonight, like the other night, I'm disguised as the girl who comes home late.  I heard the heavy footsteps behind me. I pretend to be scared so I start running.  Like my prediction, he was chasing after me.  I take the last breath, turn around to start a fight. And I feel the sharp object stab my palm and it feels hot, burning my hand.

That monster didn't stop. He pulled the knife and stabbed me in the stomach. I feel that burning sensation again. Now I realize, he stabbed me with a silver knife. Only silver can hurt us, a vampire.  When he pulled again, my brother showed up behind him and killed him with his bare hands. Now, the monster is dead. That is the end of the life of a serial killer who killed more than ten women in this town for the past three years.

“You’re late.” 

“I’m sorry, sister.” 

My body got weakened from blood loss, and before I faint, Rafayel took me back to school and called the headmaster, Zayne. Zayne was the only doctor who lived in a school. No wonder he never showed up in the clinic. He treats my wound and I feel so tired.

“You need blood.” Rafayel gave me his wrist.

I shook and closed my eyes. “Just leave me alone and lock the door.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, just call if you need it.”

I still feel hurt in my wound. I tried to close my eyes but someone opened the door and locked it again. 

“Rafayel?” 

The curtains parted and I saw Xavier standing there. He looks worried. 

“Professor Xavier,”

“What happened?”

“Just accidents. Can you leave me alone?”

“No.”

“Please,”

“No.” he insisted. 

“If you are here I can kill you.”

“It doesn't matter to me.” He unbuttoned his shirt and showed me his neck. “I know you lost a lot of blood. I can help you.”

“No!”

“It’s okay.” 

He held me and I could feel his heartbeat and his blood flow. My eyes turned red and without doubt I bit his neck. His fresh blood ran down his shirt. I suck it like someone who is dehydrated. His blood makes me feel alive again.  My wound closed and I am not feeling the pain again.

Xavier looked at me and smiled. “Why are you so pretty when my blood is on your lips?”

Suddenly, without warning Xavier burned in front of my eyes. I gaped and my eyes were full of tears. 

I killed him. 

I killed Xavier.

I cry out loud. I have never cried like this before, but I feel my heart hurt. He died because of me. Now I can't tell him that I loved him so much. 

I felt a pair of hands reach me, and I opened my eyes. I saw Xavier with a few ashes in his naked body. 

“Don’t cry!” He wiped my tears. 

But, my tears can’t stop running down to my cheeks. “Xavier,”

“Have you forgotten? I’m a phoenix.”

Now I jump to hug him so tight. “I thought I lost you.”

He was whispered in my ear, “You won't lose me,” 

“Xavier, I –”

“For now and then I will always be by your side.”

It was more than ‘I love you’ for me. I feel like a leaking water tap. I cried with a smile that never left my face. 

“Just sleep. Your wound still hurts, right?”

“Actually, my wound is closed. I was stabbed by a silver knife. I think I need to recover for a week but your blood makes it heal faster like a scratch wound. It was so fast like I've never stabbed before.”

Hearing that, Xavier moved to top of me. “If you say so, I want my reward.”

I chuckled when he started to kiss my neck and his hand started to take off my clothes. He kisses me passionately and I kiss him back with desire in my eyes.

FIN

[historia-warren]

Chapter 2: Long Agony

The young vampire is tied to a table, her mouth covered with tape to silence her, the skeleton is in front of a table filled with torture weapons.

Merciless: So it's very simple~ You tell me where the FBI headquarters is or I'll torture you until you beg me~

He walks up to her and rips the tape off her, hurting her in the process.

Historia: I won't tell you anything!

Merciless: laughs I'll get you talking~

He picked up a knife, admiring it before violently stabbing it in the girl's leg, taking great pleasure in doing so. She refrains from screaming despite the pain on her leg. He pushes it deeper before jerking it out, the girl's leg now bleeding.

Merciless: I love the sight of blood coming from my victims so much~ Even more so if it comes from my worst enemy~

The young girl glares at him, trying to struggle to get out of it but the skeleton takes a lighter, he quietly lights a cigarette, keeping his psychopathic smile. He approaches the wound, takes the knife and begins to make the wound worse, gently pushing the knife in to cause more pain to his victim. Historia tries to struggle, tears in her eyes and holding back a scream. the skeleton stops when the knife has completely crossed his leg, he approaches the girl's face with his lighter.

Merciless: Are you crying now~? Oh my poor~

He lights the lighter and brings it closer to the girl's face, causing her cheeks to burn slightly before stopping for no reason.

Merciless: No~ I won't burn such a beautiful face~ It will be a waste~

He removes the knife from the leg, letting it bleed profusely, with his hand he takes a little blood before licking it under the girl's eyes.

Merciless: You're lucky that I can't kill you~ but if one day father wants to get rid of you, I'll keep your head as a reward~

Historia couldn't speak anymore because of the pain, tears were streaming down her cheeks.

He approaches a fridge in poor condition, opens it and takes a bottle with a red liqueur before going to see the young girl. She looks puzzled upon seeing the bottle, wondering what's inside and hoping what she thinks isn't.

Merciless: Open your mouth.

Historia: Quo-

The skeleton takes him by the back of his head and puts the bottle in his mouth, forcing him to drink the unknown liquid, the taste is similar to that of blood.

Merciless: I have to feed you and keep you alive. What you drink is the blood of my last victim~

Historia drinks against her will, finishing the bottle and the skeleton removing it from her mouth before throwing it into a trash can.

Merciless: I'll get you talking any way I can~

He laughs like a psychophat under the gaze of the completely frightened vampire.

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I don't know who created Merciless qwq

Lapis Love belongs to @hnwd

The story " Taken hostage " belongs to me uwu

[midnightscxre]

** ALL of my characters are open for cross-overs and different AUs ** No matter the exiting list, I am prone to creating muses out of the blue to fit a roleplay, canon or oc FEMALE MUSES: - Clare Archer, 27 y/0, bio-chemist, fiery rock girl, heterosexual, fc: Abigail Cowen [ in a very possessive and loving ship with @feral-fuqboi-danny 's Ghostface. Only platonic threads available ] - Julie Kostenko, 20 y/o, thief, vandal, slasher, heterosexual, fc: Josephine Langford - Aresa Hades, 24 y/o, exotic dancer, bisexual, fc: Madeline Pertch - Cora Enoch, 23 y/o, medium, college student, bisexual, fc: Vanessa Morgan - Lucy Brenner, 24 y/o, waitress, bisexual, fc: Lili Reinhart - Emilia Fletcher, 24 y/o, nurse, bisexual, fc: Erinn Westbrook - Rory Young, 25 y/o, professional muay thai fighter, lesbian, fc: Hoyeon Jung - Trixy Smith, 24 y/o, student, cheerleader, hetersexual, fc: Carlson Young - Graciela Morelli, 26 y/o ,journalist , heterosexual, fc: Elle Fanning

MALE MUSES: - Jace Catto, 30 y/o, biker - president of Devil's Stranglers, heterosexual, fc: Charlie Hunnam - Mateo De la Vega, 32 y/0, hitman, heterosexual, fc: Aaron Taylor Johnson - Lake Williams, 34 y/o, music store owner, heterosexual, fc: Lakeith Stanfield - Cash Quin, 29 y/o, gangster, heterosexual, fc: Jeremy Allen White - Manuel Castro, 40 y/o, construction worker, heterosexual, fc: Pedro Pascal - Cain Croft, 34 y/o, mafia leader, heterosexual, fc: Cillian Murphy - Frank Morrison, 25 y/o, serial killer/slasher, heterosexual, fc: Hero Fiennes-Tiffin - Falco Yarrow Arctulus, 24 y/o, student, heterosexual, fc: Brenton Thwaites - Marcellus Vannera, 32 y/0 ( 400+), hybrid, heterosexual, fc: Joseph Morgan - Lucian Cassius, 32 y/0, psychiatrist (psychopath), heterosexual, fc: Jared Leto* highly triggering muse CANON MUSES: - The walking dead: Negan - The vampire diaries: Marcel Gerard - Stranger things: Steve Harringtone ** others on request, just ask :)

[braceletofteeth]

Getting to Know Your BL Mutuals

rules: answer the questions and tag some people. include the tag ‘g2ky BL mutuals 2022’ on your post so we can find everyone’s answer. 

I was tagged by @agendratum ❤ Thank you! It was nice going down the memory lane for this.

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What were the BLs that took you by surprise last year? 

All the Thai ones, since it was my first time giving them a try. But from the ones released in 2022, I gotta admit nothing really compared to KinnPorsche. It was surprising how up my alley it was. Very daring, very stunning to look at; very meticulous work in the details. It was a whole experience.

Oh, but also Triage! That one was a fever dream. Who's writing timeloop medical plots like that!?

What were the BLs that you felt a bit disappointed with last year? 

Hmm. Cutie Pie? I wished I had liked at least one of the main characters, but they felt kinda... shallow? It was frustrating because there was clearly a lot of work (and money) invested in the production, but not so much in the script.

... Maybe it was just not my thing 🙌

What was your favorite BL last year? 

I may have already answered this one 😳

Favorite BL/GL couples (not just of 2022) 

VegasPete (KinnPorsche)

Jongmoon (Strangers From Hell)

Insik (Psychopath Diary)

TanBunn (Manner of Death)

ThatSorn (Manner of Death)

PrapaiSky (Love in the Air)

PayuRain (Love in the Air)

Sammon (GAP)

Akkayan (The Eclipse)

If you had to suggest a BL for someone what would it be? 

Depends entirely on what the person is into. If you enjoy your dramas mixed with some social critics, I'd go for The Eclipse, or Not Me. If you prefer romcoms, can't go wrong with Cherry Magic and Semantic Error. Feeling particularly horny, or aching for some potent hurt/comfort? You should try Love in the Air. Enemies to lovers with mutual pining? Bad Buddy is your jam. More like an action, be-gay-do-crimes kind of pal? KinnPorsche is waiting for you. Crazy plot twists? Manner of Death and Beyond Evil. Murder Husbands enthusiastic? Hurry up and tune in on Strangers From Hell.

What was your non-BL favorite last year? 

I don't understand the question.

... Ok. Alright. I have watched some things that were not BLs last year, actually! Among the many of them, my favorite was She Makes My Heart Flutter (korean GL short series with old/young queer generations from the same family bonding).

Also, shout out to Interview with the Vampire. What even is a BL, and why is it only eastern media considered valid under this genre, I don't know. I really liked Our Flag Means Death and the second season of Young Royals too. So there you go.

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@leporschespam @teakrush @ronandhermy @saturnskyline @srabaskerville @softneomirotic Guys, do you still remember the shows you watched last year? If not, it's ok! 🤗 (I wrote this whole thing looking at a list I have)

[thefoxvampire]

to answer to LindseyNicole1999

so at last for abuse very harsh with moxy and fox fox: frankenfox broke up with and dumped  his ememy (unknown man stealing psychopath) including in the garbage and still in love right back to together again with his real wife Vanna and he become a father because they finally have four adorable lovely children before just in time for next month halloween. 

behold: the princesses and young prince the grand children of the night of both of dr. stitchly frankenfox and king Varon Von Valenstein of Foxsylvania

first the twins: (age 8)

Vandalia Fox (Inspired billy from  the grim adventures of billy and mandy): she a goofy like her father , she like cheese and she hates Bugs and toxic puppet from frank's bumpers like for years who insulting and can do her own thing something confusing.

Vangelica Fox (inspired wednesday addams and mandy from also  the grim adventures of billy and mandy): the goth one with dispear mood she will be a future queen like her mom vanna to grew up and to being harsh she despise her twin sister  Vandalia who doing , and she like to read i give her a creepy cat books.

next 

the last daugther the youngest (age 3)

Victoria Fox to if reminds me is rugrats scenes all the episodes): she loves to do like adventures in the backyard when i was her age to on tree or something like that, because frank say to victoria (Victoria where are you) and she said (here i am Daddy) and she giggle, sometime she not allowed to get lost , she love playing dolls including Fee Fee and the bat doll "Vonda" frank, thrillie and vanna give them to her so she like having a tea parties and yet she want to grew up but she pretending to be a swordman i like the series of legend of zelda, sadly she too young to painful for playing with swords ;v

and finally to perfect Son of Frankenfox (age 1)

Frankenfox Junior (Unfortunately his voice sound like Detective Pikachu been voice by Kaiji Tang because he inspired like boss baby and stewie griffin from family guy ;v) he a thoughest prince of  Foxsylvania aka he baby boy genius of the vampire, he hates his sisters Infront of him in his own business and he like to be evil villain to take over the fox kids but no offense but in the moon was full the tree are bare, junior's turn into a monster (is were vampire beast)  like his father (frankenfox), yet to love each other with his mama "vanna" for forgiving with heart warming, that's what happeneds but don't worry and frank and junior are happyest father and son.

that's folks hope you to meet the fox kids them selves cause frank and vanna already still living happily ever after. 

that's all folks :D

[deadpoetonaboat]

Sherlolly Fanfiction Week 2022

Day 7 - Your favorite story(s) | Free for all

Decided to make a little list for this one.

Completed fics

A sherlolly story from Mycroft's point of view. In the sequel, we get a glimpse of the Hooper-Holmes children.

What it feels like to witness Sherlolly from the eyes of Philip Anderson, the original sherlolly shipper himself? Imagine if we're all in Anderson's shoes... what will we do?

"Sherlock loves Molly. He wants her to be happy. But, romantic relationships "aren't his area", so he takes it upon himself to apply his considerable deductive prowess to finding Molly a non-psychopathic boyfriend who is good husband material. Preferably before her childbearing years are out, so he can get another godchild out of the deal.

Only, Sherlock can't seem to find anybody worthy of Molly's time. And then he does. And only then does he realize why he'd rejected so many. Now he has to figure out what to do about his newfound feelings before it's too late and Molly marries Mr Perfect."

A series of missing moments and backstories from pre-S1 up to post-S4. In this fic, Molly and Sherlock get acquainted earlier from their college days.

On going/WIP fics

Molly's pov of the events in the show, her life, how her relationship with Sherlock affects her private life, Molly’s own mother wish, and the complications of it all. One of my favorite Molly-centric fic.

Victorianlock. A continuation of the events in The Abominable Bride: Sherlock offers Hooper an arrangement to keep her safe. Can Molly take it when her heart knows to whom it belongs to?

Revolutionary War AU. Colonial spy Molly Hooper is caught sneaking into the quarters of British Army Captain Sherlock Holmes and is saved from hanging only by his assertion that she's actually his mistress. However, once she and the handsome enemy captain are forced to spend time alone in his quarters, will the lie become the truth?

Unusual take of vampire!lock. Molly as a vampire doctor? Definitely a must-read!

Two old friends meet at the corner of a ballroom. Each has a young charge to shepherd through the 1813 Season and each has their secrets and losses to grieve. But though the years have changed much, they have not truly altered their feelings for one another- Have they?

[ocean-doubtfire-poetry]

The Grimm Infliction

The Vampire Grimm is uncomfortably slim-

He ingests only quality blood.

“Ragamuffins and whores are for werewolves,” he roars,

“Bring me something supreme to this mud!”

I, a dutiful slave, heard the order he gave

And my harvest has tripled in toil.

Virginal, new, and of ancestry blue,

Yet his chin drips blacker than oil.

How came I to boast of this psychopath’s post?

The description’s too cruel for your ears.

I’ll clue you to my actions with minor redactions

Lest you fancy a change of careers.

My master must feed as the innocent bleed

Once a month like the serpent he is.

In a tomb he resides and his pyramid’s pride

Shackles zealously all that is his.

Understand for my sake how the mortal may break

Under Beelzebub’s coercing lust;

Bear in mind while I speak how I murdered the weak

That a vampire’s never to trust.

*

The pious young girl is the kin of the Earl,

He demands of her chastity’s vow.

With a kiss Beatrice gives supper a miss

And retires to her bedchamber now.

From the treetops I spy with a predatory eye

That the window lock’s open inside.

A wardrobe what’s more, with a thick wooden door,

Seems a guileful place I could hide.

Come the dawn they depart in a well adorned cart,

Drawn by horses of excellent stock.

To the village they drive, and she looks so alive,

Rosy cheeked and with thick golden locks.

Up the drainpipe I climb after suitable time,

Raising open the vent to her den;

Then survey her abode, mirrored desk to commode,

Till I visage the wardrobe again.

*

Wombed therein I lie still counting seconds until

I must pounce from my spider’s trap door.

With my senses deprived my daydreams are revived

In conjecture of what is in store:

Will she reach for a garment, unearthing the varmint

Springing up to disable her tongue?

Should she scream I’m arrested and tortured and tested,

Leaving none of my evils unsung.

Worse still, her caretaker may send me to my maker

Should he follow the maid to her dorm.

My only true chance, I foresee in advance,

Is my bottle of strong chloroform.

*

I remain in this paranoid state until late

After dark when I hear them return.

After dinner the saintly approaches the sinner,

Her lone footsteps my only concern.

Through the cracks in the closet, I soon enough posit

Candlelight as she dresses for bed.

Such an intimate scene relives what may have been

When once I had intended to wed.

This nostalgia is crushed and my sympathies hushed

By a vision of Vampire Grimm-

After eight hundred years my patience for tears

And your pitiful mercy grows slim.

People spawn and they die knowing nothing of why,

People’s lives are a blindfolded farce.

I disdain all delight for a human’s insight,

To the ancient it’s crippled and sparse.

Do men cry for a chimp my lamentable imp?

Nay then do Vampires cry for a man.

Should some chivalrous motive expose you emotive

You’ll forever rue slighting my clan.

Whether magic or fear brought these words to my ear

Is no consequence if I am true.

I succumbed long ago, quite to what I don’t know,

Though I know it is worse than I knew.

*

Finally, she’s aslumber and over I lumber,

Applying chloroformed cloth to her face.

Taking care not too much, for Grimm’s tendency’s such

She stays fresh, perishing at his pace.

Far too tragic for words is my wing-clipped caught bird,

She stays graceful though robbed of her will.

Her springful bouquet is of roses and hay,

Heartbeats throb a chest soon to be still.

Like a bridegroom I lift her and couldn’t be swifter

To transpose her inside of my sack.

Nested there in my care Grimm is soon to be square

With the blue blood he yearns to drink black.

When compared to his threat she’s a featherlight debt,

Carried countrywide, hither, and yon.

I meander away and am home before day,

Making sure my pursuers are gone.

*

She awakes in a tomb further dark than a womb,

Only death can be birth from this place.

Biting back all my love I affix her above

The blood aqueducts flooring this space.

Once prepared and ensnared, certain not to be spared,

She revives and’s pathetically spooked.

Like a hunter’s trapped hare, she is only aware

That her freedom is damned and rebuked.

Her bargaining eyes find my own when she cries,

Pleading feminine, honest and sweet.

My instinct to unbind her and dare to be kinder

Leaves me unmoved and yet incomplete.

*

Master Grimm becomes known once her terror has grown

So he smells it like flowers to bees.

His arrival destroys all her hope for survival

Yet she eagerly yearns to appease.

Little lady, he whispers, I’ve eaten your sisters,

Is your soul as delicious as theirs?

Let me hear your last plea and I surely will see

If I dine on the true debonairs.

Long black talons untie her gagged quieted cry,

Slender fingers erase her of tears.

He kisses her cheek with a face so antique

And he secrets these words in her ears-

It’s the end little shrew, confide now and be true,

Your confession will solely remain.

Once I’ve drained you of being the deceased shall be seeing

Your life’s climax again and again.

*

With a paralysed stutter she mumbles a mutter,

At first shakily, then pronounced loud.

She shuts tight her eyes while her eulogy cries

From the foreordained, prejudged, and proud:

“I feel no fear to be prisoner here,

I have already rose to the sky.

This dismal oubliette harbours to me no threat,

Of the afterlife I am not shy.

My last memories hence disregard your pretence-

I recall only summer and sun.

When reborn this foul dream in the dark will be gone,

All your work in my world will be done.

I have little regret, though I’ll list them as yet-

I’d have mothered the weak and the sick.

If I’d further adored the afflicted and poor

I’d have value though demising quick.

Kill me painless and fast, I have spoken my last,

I’m no poet and you are no scribe.

Death awaits as a friend all the mortals who end

Uncorrupted and not of your tribe.”

*

She was thereafter slain, evermore I abstain

From describing the bloodlust of Grimm.

Her devouring’s a fact but I leave her intact,

She transcends and is better than him.

Had I patience to rhyme I’d recount every time

I have sacrificed beauteous youths.

Pray in eight hundred years it will bore me to tears

Yet of late I weep nightly forsooth.

Please beware dearest friends for my warning here ends

And I leave you with monstrous news-

Should you destine your soul for a heavenly goal,

Devils live and are taking their dues.

[xblasphcmy]

     𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : feyrah kilic  ››  supernatural hunter  ››  melisa asli pamuk .

❛❛   aesthetic .  ❜❜   ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻ she’s  like  one  of  those  russian  dolls;  you  open  one  version  of  her; only  to  find  there’s  another  hidden  inside  her,  ‘fine , make  me  your  villain’  , if  you  were  to  write  a  story  with  her  in  the  lead  role …  it  would  certainly  be  a  tragedy . ⸻

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*   ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻  &.   a new face takes refuge under dark skies. feyrah kilic, an 33/150+ year old supernatural hunter / human, is one of those from the future learning to navigate this changed world. people say behind their back that they’re defiant but the truth is that they’re really kind. we’ll see how that helps them fit in. ⸻ *

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full name : feyrah kilic .

age : 33/150+ .

date of birth : august 20th .

occupation : manager of a night club .

species : human / supernatural hunter .

language(s) spoken : universal .

hair color :  brunette .

eye color : brown .

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positive : kind  ,  intellectual .

negative : defiant  ,  contemplative .

moral alignment : true neutral .

deadly sin : lust + wrath .

hogwart house : ravenclaw.

element : darkness .

emotional stability : it’s there .

alcohol use : socially .

prone to violence? : when provoked .

drives / motivations : herself / her  .

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mother : asli kilic ( deceased ) .

father : baris  kilic ( deceased) .  

sibling : yusaf kilic ( deceased ) .

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The kilic family are very well known family of hunters and, as far as it is known, all the kilic are immersed in this lifestyle  . among the supernatural many regards them as the   typical run-of-the-mill psychopath family hell bent of ridding the worlds of monsters . As their bloodline grew over the years , each members were raised and trained from a very young age to view any and all supernatural creatures with bigotry and hate . the family did not discriminate, especially when it came to supernatural creatures; it did not matter what species, gender, or age a creature was, or whether they were guilty or innocent of a crime—the kilic believed all of them deserved to die for nothing else but being what they are . it wasn't until 200 years ago that they decided to use magic to make them stronger.

― so come there was one born to be as passive as feyrah came to be born ? no matter how much her family tried to force her , even as going as far as turning her into a supernatural hunter ? from a young age feyrah had always thought differently . From her first kill at the age of 12 set up by her parents , part of her saw no reason to kill the vampire that was no more older than her by 5 years . She questioned why and punished for it . Her father , baris, was quite cruel and ruthless . There was no love between his wife , asli, who was just as callous , and the children they bore . many scars and broken bones can attest to his cruelty and harsh training. many died during the ritual to make them stronger aside from her brother and her when they were 5.

―  feyrah’s  only source of little love she received was of her brother , who was overprotective of feyrah because he essentially raised her in the sense of showing his nurturing side towards her . Still, feyrah was trained to become a purpose-built killer. Her instruction is to, without question, kill all supernatural creatures . Of course , she wanted more out of life and over the years had been secretly letting most go . Especially , the children . Until it was discovered by her own father that she sabotaged most of the mission they went to .  .

―  telling her if felt sympathetic towards monsters , she would be treated as such . As he went towards her , feyrah knew to defend herself . Her brother getting in the way only ended getting himself killed by their own father . Watching as her brother’s body fell to the ground and knocked over the candle setting their home on fire , fey realized despite being his flesh and blood , to her father , if they weren’t how he wanted them to be , they were a means to an end . expendable  .

―   feyrah didn’t hesitate driving the dagger through her mother’s stomach and cut through . Just like he taught her on how to cut a creatures. fire broke out  as she cut through her own father without hesitation and left without looking back as the fire engulfed her home . 

―  she wandered about until she found herself in mystic falls 10 years ago ( future ), where she started working as a club manager. as a supernatural hunter she sees a lot around her , people are free to do what they want to do and who is she to judge others based on what they do . she was done with that side of her life . feyrah gives off a very aloof, mysterious, quiet, and apathetic aura. although she is polite. she cares deeply for the little friends she does have and have made over the years . she  likes her job being manager and helping managing the club and she’s good at it . everything being up to date , restocking , and if a bartender calls out and cant find replacement she would work the shift . which sometimes is a problem because she tends to overwork herself without much care . 

[chiimaera]

KEIR MOREAU.    chaotic evil 

vampire, interview with a vampire + folklore fc: timothee chalamet.

dossier:                                   

keir is a villain in every sense of the word. in all his verses, he is a born psychopath with little empathy or full range of emotion. he is a manipulator and opportunist, he will always go down the road with the most reward even if its paved with blood and suffering. as long as its not him who is suffering, he is very goal oriented. his relationships are purely based off of how that person benefits him. he doesnt make friends or romanic connections because he likes someone, there is always a motive and purpose hes assigned to that person. sex, love, kindness, compassion are all tools hes learned to use to control the people around him and get what he wants. he can fake emotion with the best of them, using those emotions like masks. he is highly volatile, jealous, possessive and cold.              when it comes to dealing with keir, its better to be not noticed. to have his favor is dangerous because his eventful loss of interest may be a death sentence. he doesnt understand friendships or relationships, he only knows possession and control. if he feels that he is competing for someones attention, he will eliminate the loved ones of those who he deems as ‘his’. hes entertained by others pain though will rarely get his hands dirty unless he has to. a big part of his ability allows him to simply separate himself from others actions, creating a god-like untouchability that his thirst for power thrives on.

at over six foot with a lithe frame, he wears rings on each hand and a half human skull mask dipped in gold. this black filtered mask covers his nose and mouth, sporting sharpened incisors.          writers note: keir is evil and will do evil things. i may not write out those evil things in detail but it can be assumed that he will/has done horrible things to people. all ships will be toxic. in plots/threads, he is not meant to win and can be killed by the protagonists.                    

abilities: telekinesis, telepathy, mesmerism, along with enhanced senses, strength, and immortality. he is exceptionally strong at anything that deals with the mind 

background:                                   

in the 1700s, keir was born among a family of tailors but at a young age showed signs of his narcissistic and psychopathic tendencies. he had an innate ability to manipulate the people around him with little effort, mirroring emotions and inciting their beliefs. by the time he was coming of age, most of the village children either kept their distance or followed behind him, hanging on his every word. when he reached his teens, he was more trouble than the others knew what to do with. he lashed out over minor trouble, unafraid to truly hurt those who crossed him. it was his greed, his coldness and lack of honor that set him apart from the others. he would do whatever was necessary to win, be it cheating or intimidation. he could turn his peers against their parents, their countrymen and even their siblings with only a well-placed word.  

his father saw the darkness and sin in his son and banished him from his home at the age of sixteen, fearing what unrest he might cause. filled with animosity and hunger, his path crossed with an older man who offered him bread and a warm place to sleep. sir moreau saw potential in the boy, took him under his wing as a book keeper. over the years, moreau molded the boy and when the time was right, turned him into a vampire to truly be his son. you see, moreau was more than just a business man, he was a butcher. when he wasnt finding delight in hunting and torturing french commoners, he sold bodies to doctors and living slaves to vampires. his fledgling’s psychopathy worked well for him. 

as for keir, he found that there were plenty of others who were misplaced, discarded or lived in the shadows of society. He lacked empathy but practiced mirroring it in others, creating an illusion of camaraderie and power until they began to believe it. He honed this skill, gathering the banished, the outlaws and the deformed, demanding their loyalty in return for acceptance and absolution. his numbers grew. by the time he was a century old, he had a following the size of a small army. they believed him to be a savior, someone to call on when life got hard.

so he became their god and they became his right hand. for years, they participated in wars and revolutions, masking their blood thirst for righteousness. they took slaves, selling them to covens and any creature with deep pockets—even the aristocrats. keir is as cunning as he is ruthless, taking young children from their homes and teaching them what it meant to have real power, creating loyalty that only grew stronger with age. he never turned anyone, believing that their short lives made them more desperate to please. he kept his operation in the shadows just as his sire did, staying just off the radar of those who would oppose him. 

no one thought much of death and he was but a messenger. 

connections:  n/a