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Would you let a vampire bite you?

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Five Types of Living Weapon Whumpees

The guard dog -> loyalty has been ingrained into their bones, following their handler around like their shadow. No one dares stand against the organization because of the legendary dread surrounding this living weapon. They hardly say a word but every movement is calculated, eyes always darting, always watching. (“You always were their lapdog.”)

The loose cannon -> dangerous for both sides. Always talking back and never predictable, their value is dependent on their skill. If it wasn’t for that, they’d be dead a long time ago. Their loyalty is earned, not bought. No one wants to be on their bad side, walking on tip toe whenever they show up. And they enjoy it. (“What’s everyone looking at? Aren’t you happy to see me? I even brought my rifle!”)

The broken down -> most common type of whumpee I’ve seen. They’ve been overpowered and forced into the commission. They hate their handler more than anything else but see no way out. When they’re told to shoot, they don’t even blink. It’s always “yes, sir” this and “yes, sir” that. If they feel any sympathy, they don’t show it. They’ll do anything to avoid punishment and flinch at quick movements. Nothing they face on the field is worse than the cards they’ve been dealt. (“I understand, sir/ ma’am. I-I’m sorry.”)

The dissenter -> Usually recruited into the organization or joined as a last ditch option. Not necessarily against using their abilities or skill, they just hate being told what to do. As time goes on and their disobedience is punished over and over again, they grow reluctant. Bitter. With every order, they slip in a snarky comment. Roll their eyes. Anything to assert their own identity. Or what’s left of it. (“ah ah ah, you didn’t think i’d notice? The middle finger was a bit much. I’m afraid it will have to go.”)

The ghost in the machine -> known only by their codename by outsiders and by their number in the organization, they’ve been stripped of all humanity. They live, breathe, and think by their handlers orders. They’ve been told over and over again that they are just a weapon. And a weapon does what it’s told. Their anonymity is attached to the organization in the same way a gun is simply an extension of their arm. But at night they still stare up at the ceiling with a blank stare— did they ever a life before this? They can’t remember. (“It’s not like it’s a person. It doesn’t have feelings like that.”)

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• pre- or non-hrt trans people

• genderfluid/non-binary people who want hrt

• genderfluid/non-binary people who don't want hrt

• pre- or non-op trans people

• tall transfems

• short transmascs

• fat/plus size trans people

• fem trans men

• masc trans women

• transmascs who don't/can't/won't bind

• transfems who don't/can't/won't tuck

• transfems with wide shoulders

• transmascs with wide hips

• genderfluid/non-binary people with facial hair or tits

• genderfluid people whose presentation is static but their gender is not

• non-binary people whose desired presentation is how society says their agab should present

• transmascs who bind but still have a visible chest

• non- conventionally-attractive trans people

• non-conforming trans people

• non-"passing" trans people

• non-stereotypical trans people

We don't all fit into cisnormative society's bullshit stereotypes!

I'm trying to prove a point to some transphobic relatives. Back me up tumblr.

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Drowned in Vampirism Part 1

Alpine and their friends entered the abandoned hotel 3 hours before midnight. Everyone carried flashlights. But unfortunately the batteries of Alpine's were empty as soon as they appeared on the third floor.

“Shit. Does anyone have batteries?” they asked.

“I normally take some with me,” Pegeen said. She was the bravest person Alpine knew. They were glad to have her as a friend and would not trade her for anything in the world.

“I am sorry, I packed the wrong backpack,” she said to Alpine's disappointment.

“You can walk next to me. I have no issue with sharing my light,” Elyan said. He was the newest member of this group of urban explorers.

“Sure,” Alpine said and reached out for his hand.

They already had fairly cold hands but the hand of their friend was even colder. Being enclosed by it felt like a blizzard. Alpine tried to get their hand out of his grip but they were not able to do so.

They got nervous, their heartbeat fastened and for outside observers it might have looked like they had a crush on Elyan. Especially since he felt this way after their hands became entangled.

Since they could not escape it, they had to get their mind to focus on other things. So many rooms had been vandalized by previous visitors. Alpine could only phantom how luxurious this hotel had been in its golden days. But they could not have afforded to book a room in it anyway.

No matter how hard they tried to think of something else, their mind always returned to the cold hands that turned their own hands blue. Alpine wanted an end to this, but letting go of Elyan would mean that they had to stumble through the hotel all by themselves.

After the group got back to the ground floor, one of their last stops before leaving was the pool.

To Alpine's surprise there still was water inside the pool. But it did not look like water. It seemed like it was laced with dozens of diseases from all over the globe.

They wanted to take a step back but Elyan insisted that they should stay as close to it as possible. Alpine's vision became blurry.

“Elyan, can we please go somewhere safe? I am getting dizzy,” they managed to say.

But he was not next to them anymore. It felt weird to them since they could not recall that he let go of their hand. Although the nerves of their hand were no longer a reliable source of information. They could not even move it.

Since he realized that Elyan was gone they wanted to take a few steps back, only for them to be pushed inside the pool from the back.

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Artists that deserve more attention:

Bee Hive Boys

Midget Submarines

Helicopter Spies

Elephant Flowers

Orange.Tuesday

Eyemér

(I have only discovered some of them this month)

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Would be cool but despite being fraysensual, I am repulsed at touching strangers

Need a one-night stand but with cuddling instead of sex

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Looking for mutuals , Intropost

Name: Florence, Asthore (I might pick some others up in the future since I don't feel like anything really fits me)

Gender: demifloren and libramasc is the solid part. Also nebulafade

Age: 18 (I was born in March 2006)

My attractions: I am oriented aro/ace, but I feel sensual attrection towards strangers, but at the same time, I am repulsed at being touched by strangers (orchid-omini-freysensual). But if I am emotionally close to someone, I am cupiosensual. This attraction just fades if I get to know the person. While this fades as I get to know them, my desire for emotional closeness is present in people that I know and it is something alterous/platonic. This attraction is genderblind, so it's pan. I don't get butterflies when I am with that person and I am not nervous. I only feel calm and like myself. But I do think about them a lot. This second attraction is pretty rare for me. It only happened twice and my sensual attraction is quite frequent and happens three times at once in a new environment. I am starting to think that the reason my sensual and emotional attraction is split is that I do see strangers as plushies that need to be cuddled. At the same time, I see my friends as people who I can share my problems with and have fun

Things I am a fan of: The Owl House, Miss Peregrine Home for Peculiar Children, Grishaverse (But don't spoil King of Scars and Crooked Kingdom for me), Dark Rise, Dead Boy Detective, Studio Ghibli, Gravity Falls, Prestige, I saw the TV glow,...

My hobbies: reading, writing stories (one is about an 850-year-long cold war between magicless and people with magic. The other one is about vampire hunters killing vampires with magically charged weapons), drawing my characters, playing the violin

My mental stuff: tics, ADHD

(Feel free to DM me even if: you are intrested in what type of stories I write and if we have so much in common someone could mistake us for the same person)

Last update on 6th of Janury

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I am also a marvel fan. I like to draw and I write fantasy stories

Hey, my name is Zay! I’ve been on Tumblr for a while and am hoping to find like-minded people on here! My interests are:

- Movies

- Marvel & DC shows/movies

- Star Wars

- Lord of the Rings

- Sports

- Music (Rap, R&B)

- Art/Photography

- Deep Quotes

- Memes

Let’s connect! Like & repost to be mutuals 🫡

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Pilot for my vampire story

It was a cold fall night back when Silvester was helping his neighbour in the garden. Silvesters' hands were freezing and were already turning into a blue-purplish coulour. His neighbour moved into this little village almost seven years ago. Back then, Silvester was only seven years old. 

Silvester was warming his hands in front of his neighbours' fireplace who insisted that he should warm up by his house instead of at home where Silver's parents would have made them a nice cup of hot chocolate or wrapped them in a fuzzy blanket. 

But Silvester’s Parents saw him alive for the last time this morning. I think it would be no spoiler to say what will be happening to Silvester but we are still coming to that.

Later that evening when he attempted to leave their neighbor pushed a syringe into Silvesters veins. His vision started to blurre and the last thing Silvester saw were big white fangs in their neighbours mouth. But that could have also just been a hallucination.

The recipe that the vampire was using to make that special kind of his kind was made by himself. It took time before he could start with the turning itself. He failed twice before and was left with a too young test subject and a failed one which never came to wake up into his new life that the vampire had offered him. But this one would not be a failed attempt. Now almost 15 years old it was the perfect age for the special turning. But for now just a seemingly dead body laid in front of him. Well not seemingly dead just dead. He picked up the corpse and stole it into his real home.

He placed the dead kid into a fresh made bed. And prepared another injektion of the high concentrated vampire venom that he filtered out of his blood. It was much faster to get than the one made of his tears that he used for the last two test subjects. He injected the venom once again into the boy's veins and left the room. Soon he will also be infected and be a perfect weapon.

When Silvester woke up, a bright light met his eyes. He squeezed them and tried to sit up from an unfamiliar bed. As he looked around in the room he noticed a young girl barely seven years old standing in the center of the room. Her bright red eyes were filled with joy and she held a doll in arms. 

"You're finally awake! Father said that I get to play with you when you're awake. Oh, we're going to have so much fun together" 

Everything about that little girl told Silver to run. He quickly left the room and was in a labyrinth of doors and hallways trying to find a way out of this place and home. 

He reached the main door ready to open it but a voice suddenly approached him from behind. "Not so fast, little one. You already want to leave? I thought that this would be making a perfect new home for you." Silvester looked into his face. Something about him seemed familiar, but he could not figure out what. Though he was probably just another one of these monsters that were hunting them.

 "What do you mean? You monsters will never get me and I will go back home to my family", he screamed with fear. 

"Oh but little one, don't you release? I already made you one of my kind. This is your home now" 

He sank to the floor and wanted to scream but could not. He only began to cry and buried his head in his arms. The monster started to pet his back. 

"Shh.. shh..you must be very thirsty now. Come I'll get you something to drink." 

He picked him up and carried him to a sofa. Then he gave them a glass filled with a dark red liquid. It smelled sweet and fresh and Silver drank it as fast as they could. After realizing that he just drank blood he wanted to spit it out again but the other Vampire closed his mouth so they wouldn't be able to. 

"No little one, we are not going to do that." 

Silver ran away back into the room he woke up in and tried to fall asleep. Maybe this was all just a bad dream and as soon as he woke up he was in his own bed again. 

By the time he woke up in the same room once again, Silver wanted to cry once again. This was not just a bad dream. This was now his reality. Silvester did not like the room he now forcibly had. It did not feel like his own. Everything here reminded him of his changed self. He asked himself if he even was still the same person or if that also changed. Silvester looked into a mirror that was next to the bed. He hadn't noticed it the first time he woke up in here but now looking at his reflection he wished to have none at all. One of the monsters looked back at them from the mirror and left them shivering. He looked away and decided to leave the room. 

Back in the hallways of the huge house he began to open random doors to see where he would lead them. But most of them were just filled with the boring empty bedrooms such as the one he woke up in.

"Looking for a new room?", his creator spoke with a hint of a laugh. 

"Leave me alone. I don't want to be here in the first place."

"Aww, how cute. But no. I think you should be happy to be here. This is your new home after all and there also need to be rules for you in your new home. First of all you are not allowed to go outside of the garden until I can trust you enough to not cause me any big problems. Not any word about Vampires or blood in (the little girl)'s presence. No outside communication for the first few years. And if you need anything I can get it for you so you don't start to plot behind my back."

"Few years? I will be grown up and definitely out of here by that time", he said while trying to make his frightened voice seem brave.

 "You want to grow up? That is so adorable but I hate to break it to you. You are going to stay the way that you are, like a cute little doll."

He were speechless because he never thought about having to be a child forever. He would never be able to have friends again. Just left behind like a doll as soon as they were too old. But Silvester must now live with that and never can go back to a normal life. This place was his home now and he accepted it since he had nowhere else to go. 

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I find it weird that normally bones are covered by flesh expept the skull (and ribcage too) it encloses over the brain and the whole idea of it makes me dissociate

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Does anybody want to read a story about some human's antlers and horns being sold on the black market? Then I am here to announce disappointment. Because I have turn this early idea into an entire mess of a story that has only a glimps of it left. What does it describe best now? I do not know. But it does include a cold war that I do not know how to solve yet and magical powers so...

What follows is a sketch of one main characters because they are the only one I am able to draw with out issues. Unlike someone else. And they still have Antlers

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Day one of making a collage for my ✨️ugly door✨️ (well it already has one but it's not really that appealing to me anymore)

Anyways that is mostly for myself to track my process but if you were happy enough to stumble across this, let me know what you think

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Another sketch of them. Well now its too hard too explain whats going on here

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Well I changed their story a little bit. They have now the power to control organic material including genetic manipulation. I hope I can turn this story to paper

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Hello this is a sketch of one of my characters their name is Amorie and she has hypnotisation powers. Some people are after her because of the antlers on her head.