#/ i'm so sorry viago

[thatwavephenomenon]

me: i sure hope the crows are not gonna be solely depicted in veilguard as a brave force who 'fight for all' when they are at their core a criminal organization who is known to buy children to indoctrinate them and turn them into assassins, by putting them in overcrowded warehouses and making them fight for scrapes in order not to starve, to later torture those who reach adulthood to finish their initiations and kill them anyways if they dare to try getting out

bioware: i cooka da pizza

[vaguely-concerned]

Eight Little Talons Reread Thoughts

Which, I’ll level with you folks, is mostly just me gushing about Teia and Viago and how much they should kiss because of who I am as a person, but maybe also some actual observations sprinkled in. This is still my favourite story in Tevinter Nights, I think, there’s so much Character Stuff in it. Let’s go!

Viago hated carriages—no amount of plush seating could make up for the inevitable ache of being knocked around like weighted dice. But decorum insisted, and he would not be outclassed by his fellow Talons.

Vs.

“You didn’t take a carriage.” 

“My luggage did. But I couldn’t resist the opportunity for a country jaunt.” She nodded toward the thoroughbred Taslin strider grazing on the top of the hill. “Andoral so rarely gets a chance to let loose in Rialto.” 

“You named your horse after an archdemon?” 

“Don’t worry, Vi. I won’t let him nip you.

You know… Andarateia might gain some illusion of normalcy by standing next to the most paranoid wound-up-tight repressed man around to provide contrast, but I think it’s crucial we keep in mind that she is also nuts. Naming your horse after an archdemon IS an insane thing to do in the world of Thedas huh. I suppose she genuinely seems to think of Caterina Dellamorte as a warm maternal figure and is in love with a tetchy snake of a guy too, it does all start to add up when you look at it like that.

— Beneath the smooth samite, he felt like a sinewy ball of tension. Teia suspected contact of any kind made Viago uncomfortable. It would explain why he swathed himself in indigo from chin to toe and refused to remove his gloves during dinner.

He offers his arm to her and doesn’t pull away when they meet Caterina — only when Dante shows up. Interesting (and possibly part of why Caterina seems to consider the two of them a cleverly stabilizing package deal when they get along lol). I love the mix of playful seduction and genuine fond, intimate knowledge and interest Teia has for him all the way through too — speculating about his childhood, trying to divine his thoughts and intentions, testing to see how he reacts to different things. And it’s so sweet that she seems to regard him with this affectionate amusement and fascination (which he seems to be afraid means that she’s mocking him but is, I think, just another level of appreciation she has for him. Correctly. Because he’s one of the funniest people in Thedas both in concept and in practice. Accountant brained-ass noodle arm Vetinari homage poison specialist. Teia’s neurotic purse dog of a man. Sole royal bastard who willingly chose to have a boring Antivan day job (killing people) and makes spreadsheets about it.) 

— “Not exactly welcoming, are they?” Teia whispered, her breath warm against his ear. 

Viago’s grip tightened on the head of his walking stick.

I swear to god courtney woods is so fucking good at writing romantic and sexual tension. One sentence!!! She drops in a one-sentence detail and it says everything!!!! She has such a knack for consistently adding these details without getting overindulgent or spelling it out too much that I really admire, I tend a bit more towards indulging too much as a writer that way myself so her sense of where to show restraint has me in awe 

— “Don’t ‘Nonna’ me, Andarateia Cantori,” Caterina snapped, although the heat in her voice had lowered to a simmer. “Not even my actual grandchildren call me that.” 

“Well, considering who your grandchildren are,” Teia responded, “I’m not surprised.” 

“How is Master Lucanis?” Viago asked.

Hell yeah Lucanis mention! Can’t wait to see how their dynamics will turn out in-game, we could be in for some truly spectacular and absurd workplace comedy nonsense if we’re lucky

— As always, Viago had with him his leather case of poisons and antidotes for toxins typically hidden in ingredients such as olives, truffles, pasta, lamb, cheese, cream, and alcohol. But he had not expected eggplant.

This is one of the funniest things I’ve ever read, I love Viago so much he’s such a perfect weirdo. Reader, he had not expected eggplant. 

— Taking a deep breath, Viago focused on tying his cravat—an ordinarily simple task except now Teia was running her hands across every surface in his room, and his fingers kept slipping on the final knot. “It would help if you removed the gloves,” Teia remarked. “Surely your own cravats haven’t been tampered with.”

Viago being just… seethingly horrifically despairingly horny every time Teia shows up is so amazing, and Teia clearly paying A Lot of attention to his hands and his reactions at all times… again, courtney woods s tier sexual tension provider. 

— “No,” she said, crossing her arms. “Not until we boil some water.” 

Viago raised a brow. “Eight people were poisoned in this room.” 

“Then run your little tests to make sure it’s safe, but I refuse to look at another dead body until I’ve had my coffee.”

I must take care to repeat: teia is also fucking nuts (affectionate). It’s SO FUNNY that her slightly lighter and softer moral take on being a Crow means she does feel bad about the servants ending up in the crossfire, but she will also demand that viago make her coffee with their horrifically bloated corpses still strewn about the room fhdsjka. 

— Teia had often imagined what it would be like to kiss Viago. She told herself it was only natural. He was handsome, in his own way, and wound up so tight that she likened him to a giant knot. He was a challenge to untie—to twist and pull and loosen until the tension gave way and he unraveled, laying bare all his secrets. But knots were a delicate business. Tug the wrong way and you could end up with a noose.

I know I KNOW they have sex so weird and intimate and no one even takes their clothes off during it I know it in my heart

— “Do you not think you’re attractive?” Viago turned on her, his ears pink. “Ten people are dead.” 

She didn’t back down. “And whoever’s responsible will pay, but that has no bearing on this conversation.” 

“It could be me.” 

Covering her mouth with both hands, Teia doubled over, laughter spilling from her lips. “It’s not you.” 

He looked as if she’d slapped him. “I’m more than capable of killing everyone here.” 

“Don’t tell me you’re offended!” 

“It is offensive,” Viago protested. “Professionally.”

Teia please tell me you love me not only for my body and fashion sense and numerous and fascinating neuroses but also my extensive knowledge of poisons and capacity to cause death

— Again, Viago felt like a lute string. With every challenge, Teia twisted the pegs, tuning him, until she found what she wanted. Which is what, exactly? he asked himself, not daring to listen to the number of answers that bubbled to the surface of his mind.

You know Viago I think we should let her try some scales here at least. See what happens. (There’s no explicit sex in this story but everything that’s going on is nevertheless so kinky fdsjak. I think Teia could convince Viago to show a flash of his naked wrist and have a reaction like a sheltered young Victorian gentleman seeing an exposed ankle and a playful wink for the first time)

— As if she could feel the sudden rush of shame within him, Teia brought her hands up to rest on Viago’s hips, holding him in place. His thumb stilled as he realized her breath was short. Her pupils dilated. Before he could stop himself, Viago nuzzled his forehead against hers, his nose brushing her cheek. Teia’s hands snaked up his chest to run through his hair. She tugged him forward. He braced himself on one arm, while the other curled around the small of her back. 

This whole scene is unspeakably good of course but it’s always the detail of ‘his nose brushing her cheek’ that does me in the most. The longing!!! The yearning, the intimacy, the awkward perfect clumsy physical reality of it!!!! If he kissed her here the magical potion thing on her lips would have been immaterial, the results would have been the same without it!!!!!! The tug of war between longing and fear!

— oblique Zevran mention! <3 as the ultimate failson of house arainai, granted, but as I believe he might argue here: ‘ah, but you have heard of me, no? :>’. Babe I support you so much go out there and raise hell/kill whoever you want to I got your flower

— Big shoutout to the author for managing to pull off an entirely workable ‘And Then There Were None’ plot in the background here, even though the real meat and potatoes going on is the character and relationship development (and what meat and potatoes they are too)! It’s not an easy thing to do even in an abbreviated, more of a homage sort of form and balancing it with everything else going on is a feat

— Caterina 100% knows Teia is in Viago’s room when he’s supposed to be isolated and just doesn’t care lmao. (They act like such teenagers in that scene where she knocks on the door and they haven’t even kissed yet I’m dying). Caterina seems like a terrible person but it’s impossible to not feel for her a little, trying to keep Talons in line seems a lot like herding (very horny very carrying sharp objects) cats 

— Standing outside her ex-lover’s room, Teia tried to quell the violent drumming within her. Normally, she didn’t need to come down from a physical encounter. Seduction—like any form of manipulation—was about control. She could enjoy herself, but Teia always made sure to hold the upper hand. Viago had shattered that control without so much as a kiss.

I feel like this is a sneaky common trait that actually is part of what makes them so compatible (and the playful negotiation of which must feature prominently in their sex life eventually lmao): they are both HUGE control freaks. (Indeed it might be hard to be a successful Talon without this trait.) Teia and Viago both strive for control of themselves and their surroundings so deeply, she’s just much more extroverted, psychologically minded and soft power focused going about it (not unlike Caterina, whose power is built more on fear than charm but works along the same lines), while he’s more coldly intellectual and uh materialist? I want to call it? about it. Which makes perfect sense considering their backstories! Teia came from nothing in a monetary sense but has found she excels at moving people, hearts and minds style — and she’s very good at it, she is everyone’s favorite — so that’s the source of power for her, and Viago is not very charismatic or interested in people naturally but grew up seeing how status, wealth and power have their own clinical gravity that can be used, and also that people can never be trusted to watch out for you in that system.  

If Thedas has a Machiavelli-equivalent to ask whether it’s better for a ruler to be feared or loved they would both instantly give their answer with their whole chest and then squint at each other like ‘babe how do you live like this’ lol

(Also this line of thought has me wondering what the hell Caterina’s partner/spouse(s) would have been like — she must have at least two children to account for Illario and Lucanis, I wonder if she was ever married and what that looked like.)

— I really like the oppressiveness and claustrophobia you get from the descriptions Teia uses in Dante’s room — it feels so icky and sticky with history and sad and confining, and the way she keeps pushing herself through it anyway is weirdly melancholy to me. 

— I also like how their flaws/traits that drive them apart at the crisis point have follow-up consequences outside of their relationship before they reconcile. Teia’s penchant for manipulation and pushing on people indirectly causes the death of someone she once cared about (I mean, fuck that guy, not crying any tears for Dante or his broken bottle, but like in the overarching principle of the thing lol). When she goes too far with it or gets careless, she renders other people vulnerable and helpless in ways she doesn’t anticipate. (Rightfully or not this seems to be part of what scares Viago so much about it, he has this fear of being dissected for whatever she finds interesting and then abandoned when she’s tired of it, the whole underlying being a footnote in her life when she could clearly be something uh a lot more in his anxiety.) Meanwhile Viago’s insistence on self-reliance and reluctance to engage in human contact leaves him easily isolated and nearly results in his death. (And even when Teia saves him he has a hard time giving her full credit in favour of his many neurotic coping mechanisms lmao disaster man.) But when the two of them work it out to understand each other better and come together as a partnership, they’re such a force to be reckoned with that it brute forces the resolution and return to stability near the end. (Well. A significantly reduced version of stability to be fair but y’know better late than never.)

— Also: delicious detail that she is actually the closest you might get to a self-made woman/Talon, and he is definitely at least not in a position to fully dodge the nepo baby allegations — he wants so bitterly to be entirely independent and self-sufficient and not reliant on anyone, and yet it’s his connections inherent to his birth that have helped him get here, while she wants so desperately to have people to rely on because she comes from nothing and has known what it is to be that alone and unprotected. He knows protection and gifts — and love — can easily be taken away and used to control you/render you helpless in your vulnerability from how his father treated his mother, and she knows you have to try to hold on to something in other people or it’s just you and the dirt and you die. Which is what they’re really talking about in that scene where they argue, and it’s why they’re both right and wrong at the same time and it’s so tasty. It’s really Teia asking ‘Will you ever trust anyone? (will you ever trust me, or will you put up this wall every time no matter what I say or do?)’ and Viago going ‘Will you never take precautions to protect yourself against this hurt? (will I have to be the bearer of bad news about how the world really is every time?)’ and neither of them realize that’s what they’re taling about and it’s why it all explodes so badly. (I mean. Factually both came to the wrong conclusion about who the murderer was for fairly good reasons, so there’s also that haha.) 

— I wonder if we’ll see Bolivar or the heirs to the houses left Talon-less in the game itself. I’m guessing they probably won’t have big roles, at least, but you know just as background flavour, especially since Crow!Rook is already within the de Riva uh household as it were. I think Viago is still sensibly mid-table at Fifth Talon in Veilguard and Teia remains Seventh? So at least they’re not messing around with that rank order during the occupation 

— In semi-not teia and viago news (I am a character first writer and reader I canot change this), it’s neat to see it outlined just how much the Talons really are just merchant princes with some more added knives and cultural weight behind them. They are at the end of the day running businesses, no matter the mystique ™ you wrap it in. (Which I think Viago would be the first to tell you and Teia might try to argue against at least a little haha. Being a Talon is what you make of it you live your truth girl kill awful men you’ll never run out of contracts!!)

— Can’t believe the Crows have self-congratulatory ‘top 10 murders in history!’ classes as part of the training. Do you think Zev sat through those. Probably, if Teia did, right. Now there were some entertaining hours around the campfire during the Blight I’m sure

— Viago understanding but not accepting Teia’s offer to help him with an alibi and at first angling it as being out of hesitancy to accept help/rely on someone, and then later unveiling the added element that he knows Teia respects and loves Caterina and doesn’t want her to have to lie to her for him… Viago is nothing so simple as secretly nice deep down but he IS horrifically in love with and desperate to be kind to specifically Teia and it gets to me okay  

— I’d forgotten that DA’s passionate love affair with toxic yuri and some recreational bury your gays extended to Guili and Lera in this fdskjah. Would it really be Thedas without it I suppose (considering the genre of the short story it’s fine with me in this case, though, everyone’s dropping like flies in this even the straight people that’s just equality) 

— Viago was not a typical Antivan. He liked facts—checklists, numbers, precise measurements. Heart palpitations, clammy hands, tight pants—Viago did not like these things. In fact, he would go so far as to say he hated them. Mild curiosity was his favorite mood. What Teia had elicited in him was akin to an internal natural disaster.

I simply love him so so much. Mild curiosity was his favorite mood. He failed to account for the eggplant. He’s so annoyed at being poisoned and dying horribly and it literally never occurs to him that anyone would help him until he wakes up in Teia’s lap. He organizes all his poisons by puns. He uses his potentially last breath to argue with Teia about his precise state of dress or undress. Have we finally found him, the perfect man? 

(Also between Reyes and Viago Courtney Woods does such a good line in guys who’d really rather be emotionless machines of practical violence and monetary gain but find themselves down so horrifically catastrophically bad that it cracks them open to reveal a soul they aren’t all that happy to discover they have lol) 

— When Viago woke, it felt like someone had drained the blood from his body and replaced it with sludge. But it wasn’t all bad—someone who smelled like coffee and cinnamon was playing with his hair. . . . Her fingers resumed stroking his hair. It felt better than the water. It felt better than anything.

Unspeakable. Don’t look at me. 

— Viago reaching out and touching Teia’s cheek with his bare hands without a thought and all his tenderness and reverence for her laid bare in turn is something that can actually be so personal and it only took very nearly dying to get there (also… he’s presumably still half-naked through all of this while cradled in her lap. Amazing.). Can’t believe bare hands to cheek feels like third base with these two. And his fucking THOUGHTS through all of this… Don’t cry, he doesn’t deserve your tears, no one does (I don’t, I don’t want to be something that causes you pain) AOUGH

— Vaguely related: the implication in how that part is built is that he’s reaching out specifically to gently dry away her tears, right. Double AOUGHHHHHH not only does he manage to not be selfish or unfair in asking her not to cry he does that instead… there’s hope for you yet messere de riva  

— Teia with the red-hot poker standing guard over Viago while he ‘looks like a king in judgement’ and does the Poirot in the library exposition is everything and so hot what the fuck. She a snacc she attacc but most importantly… she protecc, she’s so fucking cool lol. they’re both really smart, but she’s clearly the brawn as well as the social skills (hey manipulation is such an ugly word!) and he’s the logistics and realpolitik on two long thin nerdy legs, absolute power couple. She’s the gaslight he’s the girlboss together may they gatekeep this invading army out of antiva  

— You guys… this might come as a surprise I have tried to keep it on the down low but. I really do love the world of Thedas so very much. I love the people and the places and the history and the stupidness and the brilliance so much. We must save the world because everyone I love lives here. Let this be a secret between just you and me we can’t let people know we sit/have emotions etc.  

— A servant approached to take the cage in Viago’s hand. 

“Careful,” Viago warned. “He bites.” 

“I can’t believe you’re keeping that snake,” Teia said, shaking her head. “It almost killed you.” 

“Which is more than any man can say. He deserves my respect. And a good home—with all the mice he can eat.” 

“But did you have to name it Emil?” Teia asked, making a face. 

“An homage. You’re always telling me to recognize my fellow Talons.”

Andarateia ‘names her horse after an archdemon’ Cantori x Viago ‘keeps the deadly adder that nearly killed him as a pet and names it after the last guy who failed to murder him’ de Riva. Freak well and truly matched. Soulmates, no notes, I’ll do borderline anything for these two to make it, goodnight. 

[lorelodge]

" Well in that case we might as well head off to the penny porno's. You'll get more than your fill there. "

cont. // @viagothedandy

[ortofosforico]

If different vampire worlds were connected and we didn't know just because they don't like eachother part 3.

Part 1

Part 2, Viago.

The Vampire Nadja of Antipaxos

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The Vampire Gabrielle is just so refreshing! I visited once during the last century; we ate some tourists in the Amazon forest and danced naked in the moonlight swinging from tree to tree like rabid monkeys, and even went on a Zip-line! Hope the humans managed to have a go before we dismembered them because it was really fun. Truly, two nights I will never forget!

What do you mean "that's it?", What more do you want me to say Danny? Can't a lady spend two days in the Amazon with a fellow vampire and then succumb to the pull of her own home? You young fledglings don't have any sense of time.

No David, I'm telling you, I loved the mosquitoes, my clothes torn to pieces, my bags forgotten in the Amazon- and Gabrielle's lair! Beautiful: two sticks and a rock elegantly lounging on the forest floor because you know... we slept in the dirt.

Sorry, can you repeat that? Was it because Gabrielle is Lestat's what?

His mother? His fucking mother? That explains everything! Who the fuck sleeps in the ground- Even when my family was so poor we had to sell my youngest brother to survive I always had a tent on my head. And I was forced to eat a snake, Dario, a snake! Your young stupid fledgling head cannot comprehend how shameful it is for a vampire to eat something that slithers like- *gag*

But thank you for telling me about Gabrielle's offspring, now I understand. If I were Lestat's mother, I too would run off into the deepest and most humid forest I could find out of shame.

Poor thing. Do you think I should reach out? Probably not, right? Better keep this secret between us.

[admrlthundrbolt]

Under The Graveyard (Petyr x Chubby Reader)

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Having practically raised your younger brother Nick, you were always interested in meeting his friends. Though when you meet his literal savior, you can't help but be curious.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. I recently rewatched this movie and remembered how much I loved Petyr. His lack of fanfiction is an upset to the monster lover community. Anyways I hope you enjoy.

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Nick sighed heavily as he balanced the phone between his ear and shoulder. “I already told you, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to meet them. They are vampires after all.”

You sassily copied his tone. “And I think I should. For God’s sake one of them kept you from dying.” A sudden hiss comes from his side of the phone. You winced in sympathy. “Sorry buddy, I forget about the new quirks. Anywho, I always want to be a part of your life.”

Slumping against a nearby wall, he rubbed at his temple. “I want you to, I just worry about you around them.”

You suddenly pepped up. “Then it’s settled. I’ll be over tomorrow night. I can’t wait to meet everyone.”

Nick gaped down at the phone. You had a way of always doing what you thought was best for him. But this time he really thought you were making a mistake. Shaking his head, he decided that the important thing was to get over to the other’s place. He needed to set some ground rules and talk to his sire.

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The house was filled with yelling and clatters. Viago faced the camera crew. “It seems Nick's sister is coming over.” Another bang sounded through the hall, causing him to wring his hands together. “Deacon is unhappy with Nick's decision to bring another ‘off limits' human into the house.”

The two men suddenly floated into the room, tumbling over one another in the process. They batted at each other and threw insults back and forth.

“It isn't your place to make the rules. You’re just a baby.” Deacon was basically frothing at the mouth. It wasn’t fair that Nick always got his way. He was the new fledgling, so he was last in the pecking order.

“But she's family. Besides you guys love Stu, so what's to say you won’t like her too.” He flung his hands into the air in exasperation.

This caused Deacon to pause. Stu was a great addition to their group. Even if he did come with the disappointment of Nick. "I’ll see when she gets here.” Then he stormed away to his room.

Viago clapped his hands together excitedly. “Perfect, I'll let Vladislav know when he gets home. You just need to let Petyr know.” He gave the documentary crew a nervous glance and left the room.

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Petyr wasn’t a stranger to other beings having a hard time with him. They thought that his age made him this monster. That was why he found Nick refreshing. He didn't treat him differently than his other housemates. So when he came down to ask for a favor, he had to admit he was interested.

“So you know how Stu is great and all?” Pausing he watched the older vampire. Continuing only after a nod was given. “ Well my sister is coming over and I don’t want her to get eaten either.”

Petyr stared at him with confusion. This would be another off limits human. Perhaps he picked a weak fledgling.

“I know. I told her not to come, but she insisted. Something about meeting my new friends and savior.”

This made him all the more interested in what the boy had to say. He was 8000 years old, but he may still have a bit of an ego.

“So do you think you can let her meet you and live?” He winced as he waited for his sire to shriek in his face. Though his scrunched posture relaxed when the older vampire only nodded.

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The night had come. Viago had dressed for guest as usual, surprisingly so had Deacon. They had told Petyr that he would be fetched after the other introductions were made. Even though you seemed excited to meet them, they knew that he was in a league of his own. It wasn’t every day you came into contact with a vampire that old.

Vlad rolled his eyes as his dandy roommate fussed over pillows on the couch. This was a one time incident. They would reassure the sister that Nick was in good hands and she would leave happy. Simple as that.

At least that was the idea. When Nick brought you in you were the epitome of warm and comforting.

“Now boys I know you don’t eat in the conventional way, but I did think of a different gift. “ You pulled a large spray bottle from you bag. “This is a homemade fabric cleaner, it especially works well on stubborn blood stains. And don’t worry about the ingredients, Nicky told me what to avoid.”

This made Viago particularly excited. He hurried over to you and asked all about the fine details. Nick joined the other two vampires as you shared cleaning secrets.

“Are you sure she’s not actually your mother?” Vlad elbowed the fledgling .

He shook his head, but had a smile on her face. “She might as well be. We have a pretty big age gap, but when my parents died she took me in. No questions ask, just said she wouldn't have it any other way.”

This made Deacon shift uneasily. He had been planning to seduce you. If he couldn't eat you, then the best revenge would be to fuck you. But seeing the kind of person you were, it was making him second guess it.

You both rejoined the group. “Now that the gift is out of the way.” You put your hand out to the other two men. “I'm (Y/N), nice to meet you.”

Viago gave them an encouraging nod from behind you. It seemed you had already won him over. Vlad sighed and put his hand out. Your grip was much stronger than he would have expected.

“Tell me human. What has given you such strong hands.”

Your smile brightened at the comment. “I’m a substitute teacher and librarian at the local primary school. I guess you could say that wrestling kids into their seats most days keeps you strong.”

He too gave an approving nod towards you. If you could keep the demons that were small children in line. You must be a formidable foe.

Turning to the last member of the group, you found that his hand was already extended. Placing yours into it, you were surprised when he shifted it and brought your knuckles to his lips. “I can’t believe that Nick was hiding such a voluptuous beauty from us.”

Another surprise, but noticing the sneer Nick threw his way. You thought that this must be the Deacon he complained about so much. “As nice as the compliment is. I have a feeling that this is a disingenuous attempt just to get under Nicky's skin.” You pat his shocked face and grabbed your brother's hand. “I think that one more introduction is in order.”

He nodded and lead you to the basement door.

The rest of the vampires looked on in differing levels of shock. Until Viago broke the silence. “She is quite interesting.”

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The anticipation and excitement you had for encountering such an ancient being was making your heart race. You hadn’t blinked an eye at Nick revealing his condition to you. Your dream of being a librarian, at a young age, has always left you with a curious and creative mind. Thus legends and lore was an early interest for you. So it wasn’t an odd thing at how you were drawn to Petyr. And it seemed the feeling was mutual.

When his eyes laid on your form, he was taken aback. He had a hunger alight in him that he hadn’t felt in centuries. Your soft plush body was one that belonged in an oil painting. He would proudly hang it above the fireplace and admire it for hours.

Putting out a hand, to becon you over, he was bewildered when you took it in your own. You shook it with a bashful look on your flushed full face.

“I wanted to thank you for taking care of my little Nicky here. I don’t know what I would do if he wasn’t in my life. Is there anything I can do to ever repay you?”

In all his years on earth, he wasn’t sure he had ever had a more frustrating experience. His voice had escaped him some centuries ago. Now was the time he despised this fact the most. He wanted to speak sweet words to you. Tell you that for such an enchantress, he would hand you the world on a platter. For now though, he could only shake his head and give you what was hopefully a reassuring smile.

You deflated a bit, but perked back up as you looked around. “Let me tidy up the place. To be honest, this place is almost as messy as Nicky's room is secondary school.” You were already organizing things and picking up random bones.

He couldn't stop the purr of delight that rumbled in his chest. This was just what he needed to brighten his undead life.

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Before coming across the group of vampires, you would have never guess this was what they would be like. You would have thought that it was more like a dark supernatural novel. Where as it was more like wrangling your usual young group of students. Still it was such a fun addition to your life.

The time you spent with Petyr was always the highlight of any visit. Some would think that communication would be am issue. But working with non-verbal children in the past made it easier than anticipated.

The conversation you had were never stilted or awkward. You filled the silence, while he would gesture and make slightly garbled noises. Still the pleasantness of the time you spent together was wonderful.

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His life was the best it had been in years. Your company breathed a new joy into his undead life. If you shone brighter or were any warmer, he would worry that he would burn in your mere presence.

He had considered using your brother to invite you over. But there was no need, you came willingly and often. Their group welcomed you in with no qualms. Even taking you out on the town every so often. It was a time they wanted to give you to relax and let loose. He found it highly amusing when you would make your way down and ramble about whatever came to your mind. He even got Nick and Deacon to move a couch to the basement. So you would be comfortable if you couldn't make it home after a night out. Though it seemed more often than not you would end up spending the weekend on the basement couch.

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Then an unfortunate series of events caused you to become a permanent resident of the house.

It was early one morning. You had fallen asleep on your usual couch in the basement. Until the sound of glass breaking startled you awake. Jolting up, you squinted into the dark room. Everything was still and quiet. Then a mumbling follow by a crunch came from the only window in the room.

Eyes darting around, they finally found a bone on the floor. In this moment you couldn't have been more thankful that Petyr wanted to keep a few around. Gripping it tightly in your shaking hands, you positioned yourself next to his coffin. Taking in a deep shaky breath, you noticed a shadow blocking the first trickles of morning light filtering through. This made your pulse skyrocket. Steeling yourself, you shifted your hands into a better position and charged.

The fight that ensued was more of a jumble of limbs and grunting. Then he got the upper hand. Pinning you to the ground, he slowly pressed a wooden stake into your chest. But it seemed he hadn't been at this for long, he pierced your lung rather that the heart.

In a moment of agony you called out to Petyr. He heard the pained cry and burst from his crypt. Screeching at the sight before him, he ripped the head from the man’s shoulders. Taking you into his arms, he began to weap.

You placed a trembling hand to his face. “Stay away from the light.” It came out in a quiet garble.

He shook his head and bellowed for the other vampires to come help. Even in your most desperate times you were still concerned for others.

As everyone rushed to your side, you felt your eyes close.

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The camera zooms in on a blurry image, after a bit of fiddling it focuses. You and Petyr are in chairs placed next to one another. Your hands are linked and you smile, showing your newly acquired fangs.

“So it’s official, we’re together.” Glancing over at him, your smile softened.

He was already looking at you with a gentle expression. Giving your hand a squeeze, he relaxed into his seat.

Getting up from your chair, you pulled him along with you. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we’ve got some coffin shoping to do.”

[elluvians]

I was going to make a post about my wishes for DA but in my mind it's still just going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA :D So here, have this incoherent mess instead <3

I just want to see Grey Wardens again! And since it's pretty much confirmed we're going to Weisshaupt I also hope we're going to Kal-Sharok since you know, darkspawn and blight and Deep Roads 🥺 Or at the very least let us have NPCs or a companion that's not a surface dwarf.

The Executors! Give me The Executors! I want to see them and talk to them and, probably my biggest wish (and most likely not going to happen) have one as our companion!

I really, really hope we'll get to see Viago and Teia (I actually kinda hope she's the one talking in the Dreadwolf trailer from December). I don't necessarily want them to be companions but advisors maybe? Or just a part of a questline? I loved them in Tevinter Nights and Eight Little Talons was one of my favourite stories!

Old Gods/Forgotten Ones/Evanuris/Risen Gods - I need to know if they're one and the same, if they're connected somehow or if there's just A LOT of really pissed off gods waiting to come to Thedas. The Risen Gods also appeared in the Dreadwolf trailer in December, male voice is speaking about them while Rivain is shown in the background - "Glory to the Risen Gods! They come to deliver this world" [@ around 0:12 HERE] WHICH ONES IS HE SPEAKING ABOUT? I need answers! Not to mention the last voice in the trailer. Is that one of the Evanuris? Is it Dumat? I saw someone saying they have a theory it might be him and I kinda like this theory? 👀 Is he an Old God? Forgotten One? The MAKER? Ok i gotta stop cause I'm going insane here dnieuwhfiewifuiu

As for characters from Inquisition (or even previous games), I don't mind seeing some of them, just not as companions. I actually hope we're gonna see Dorian. Tevinter is going to be in the game in some capacity and we still need some ties to the Inquisition. Our characters need to know what's going on and Inquisition pretty much uncovered Solas' plot so it makes sense some characters who knew what happened then will be there to advise or help our new hero. And speaking about Dorian and Tevinter I really hope we'll finally see Maevaris Tilani. I would love for either her or Dorian to be some kind of advisor as well! Varric is most likely going to be present. I would love to see and hear what Merrill has to say about the whole Veil thing and Solas!

Like I said this is a mess but there's just so much love and happiness in me right now! These games are so important to me and the wait is almost over. We're finally going to see the new game very soon and my excitement is through the roof! I will most likely make more posts after the trailer and gameplay so I apologize in advance for the person I'm about to become (that is a lie, I'm not sorry at all) 😌

[coffeeworldsasaki]

Okay random thoughts from my 6 hours playing veilguard

1) once again the area design looks fucking amazing, dai had some stunning areas and obviously they just did better here. Also I'm still crying over Solas bed in the prologue having on top of it an instrument (because he pretended to be a bard in TN....)

2) I found nug meat once and I yelled "NOOO' so loud that I was afraid of waking up my brother, I'm sorry little nug

3) Solas memories are so fucking good oh my god

4) every mention of Felassan makes me cry and I really feel that this time reading the books really award the player. On this note, Viago putting a hand on Teia's shoulder had me go 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 because i love them so much and I can't wait to play as a crow

5) the little part when unpacking that is used to set up rook's past/personality was delicious

6) the cheesy lines you can say to build the team together is adorable "we can do it with each other's help!!!!". It's cheesy and a bit cringe but perfect for my character in a way that dialogue since da2 hasn't been able to be

7) talking with solas is. So. Good. And the fact that what you say in the first dialogue carries on and influences the second? I adore that. Solas' va is once again extremely good, the writing too and now "depending on the story" said with that sarcastic tone will stay stuck in my head for a while

8) they weren't kidding this is a Found Family capital letters and I love them so much

9) I'm obsessed with Neve, I'm still doing Lucanis' romance first because my current character is so good for him but now I'm struggling because I want to do her romance but my next character is not good for that 😭 I want to play crow but for reasons that's a bad fit for Neve 😭😭😭😭

10) I'm having fun with a dragon age gameplay, never thought I'd see the day

11) ISABELA ISABELA ISABELA ISABELA THEY SUSPICION I HAD FOR MONTHS THAT SHE MIGHT BE THE LOF CONTACT MADE ME CHOOSE THIS FACTION AND I WAS RIGHT

12) currently the only thing I'm not loving is that the recruitment is linear, I prefer how it was in previous games where I could choose the order of most of them ���� besides that I'm fine with a linear structure because dai was a fucking mess

13) it's not open world yes but it's open world just enough for it to be enjoyable to me

14) FACTIONS REALLY MATTER 🥺

15) some reviews said it was slow at first and maybe it is but they've dropped so many cameos from books and previous games and SO MUCH LORE in just 6 hours that I was screaming every 5 minutes

16) I hate to say this but I'm fine with Varric now, because he gave me the da2 narration again and that's one of the things I prefer of da2

17) I desperately want to learn to draw because I'm in love with my Rook and I want to draw them 😔

[knife-eared-jan]

Sorry about this, I gotta verbal process my Rook decisions... any input welcome.

I am dedicated to playing a Rook that was hand-crafted in a lab just for Lucanis. so Shadow Dragon would have been juicy.

However, I didn't really vibe with the Shadow Dragon background story as much as I had hoped (nor with their casual PJ lol), so I'm considering my options again... At least for a first playthrough, until I know how the whole being adopted into a military family thing plays out.

I am obsessed with the Crows but 1) I feel like that should be a rogue and I really wanna start with mage 2) cross-faction romance seems more fun and 3) I wanna just enjoy Viago for now without pondering if he like bought and tortured me. Cause that's something we'll need to talk about at some point, after the whole excitement of him and Teia being there and being perfect calms down (me included). Like, if I play a Crow I'll probably make an enemy out of him but for now I just wanna love him! T_T

Not really into Warden or Veil Jumper tbh.. (Feels too much like HoF and Lavellan imo).

That leaves Mourn Watcher and Lords of Fortune.

I am frothing at the mouth to play a Lord of Fortune treasure hunter, mercenary type of little dude, I think it fits so well for being recruited by Varric and also like Rivain dude and like the whole heist vibe. But the best parallel to Lucanis I see rn is like, an interest in earning money?? and I'm sure that could be something but...eh???. Also, their rogue armor is way more fun than that slightly problematic mage one.

Soooo... Mourn Watch? I'm not really interested in the faction tbh?? But that found as a babe by undead story, I mean come on. That's like RPG meth! And personally I adore the mortician kinda raggedy mage armor, it's maybe my favourite! I love how pathetic it is! And the themes! The spirit/possession connection with Lucanis! The different approaches to death!

So yeah idk... my faction interests and who I want my Rook to be vis-a-vis Lucanis kinda don't match up? I am once again back in RPG decision paralysis.

[therealraeweber]

Highlights from my Vampire Studies class today

So, I'm taking a class this semester which is a cultural history of vampires, in literature and film, and today was our first lecture for it. And OH BOY do I think I'm going to love this class.

The prof was awesome, and it looks like we are going to be covering some fun stuff this semester. Here are some of the highlights from today's lecture...

The prof playing Supermassive Black Hole while we were all getting seated (I'm not a Twilight fan but this was absolutely hilarious)

The prof played a video about using Wikipedia as a source, in which they made the joke "Your grades may be at stake", to which he paused it to add "A little vampire humour for you there" (This man is literally Viago if he was a German Studies professor)

We went over the course outline, and one of the two reading requirements is Dracula! (I'm ahead for once! Tumblr and Dracula Daily have prepared me for this) And, one of the films we will be watching is WWDITS :) I can not express how excited I am about this.

For today's movie we watched Nosferatu, which I have been meaning to watch for the longest time but never got around to. I actually really enjoyed it, and our class got some good laughs out of it.

"I am plagued by mosquitoes. Two have just bitten me on the neck, quite close together, one on each side"

I finally understand that one WWDITS reference in the pilot where Nandor does this:

"Your wife has such a beautiful neck"

During our lecture, our prof put together a slideshow about various vampire media (books, movies, etc from different years) and OH BOY there were some fun ones to talk about... for instance, one was a book called "What Would Buffy Do?", to which our prof recommended it to us if we ever have a moral quandary, and want to know what Buffy would do.

Another was some movie called "I bought a Vampire Motorcycle"

There was a small section about vampire influence on the... adult entertainment industry... to which the following interaction occurred:

Student - "I'm sorry... What is... Sperm-ula?"

Prof - *pauses for a minute* "What do you think?"

Showed us a book called "A Handbook for the Recently Turned", to which the prof said "Well... because you never know! Might need it!"

We then had a really interesting lecture on vampires throughout history, from ancient Greece and Rome through to the 18th century. Really cool stuff.

Prof made us talk to each other for an ungraded assignment because he wanted us to meet our "vampire buddies" 🥺

So yeah... I think I'm going to really like this class. Unfortunately, it sounds like quite a few of my classmates are only taking it because they were looking for an easy A elective, so hopefully they will learn to share the love of vampires by the end. I can't wait for our next lecture!

[izzy-b-hands]

"Can I ask?" Nick asks hesitantly. Deacon doesn't like any question that could be invasive, and this one certainly is.

But Petyr has been gone for three years now, and still, on the anniversary of his burning, Deacon disappears.

He's still in the house, of course. But he doesn't knit. He doesn't want to go out anywhere. He doesn't even want to talk to Jackie when she visits a few nights before the day.

"Ask what," Deacon mutters as he scrubs at the cup in his hand. "Here, toss this. The blood is dried and ground into the plastic."

"But won't you just be putting more blood in it anyway?"

Deacon stares hard at him. "Throw the cup away, Nick."

He tosses the cup, and asks before his courage leaves him.

"Were you and Petyr...did you ever..."

The scrub brush drops into the water and suds, and the pink rubber gloves are yanked off and tossed to the counter.

"I only ask because you get like this around the anniversary of his-"

"Don't," Deacon spits the word out. "If I'm such an inconvenience 'like this', then go spend your time with Viago and Vladislav."

Deacon strides out, and Nick winces at the sound of his closet door slamming shut.

--

"We don't really talk about it," Viago says gently, placing a delicate tea cup on the saucer in front of Nick. "Once Petyr reached a certain age... well. They say it happens to all of us. You start to care only about sleeping in the day, hunting at night, and the hunting..."

Viago looks to Vladislav, on the overstuffed chair near them.

"They say you stop caring about who or where or what," Vladislav says. "Granted, some vampires never care. But I've been told it is something...beyond that. Extra animalistic. Once you start feeding...you struggle to stop."

"Petyr stopped when he fed on me," Nick says.

"Now and again the old him came back out," Viago says, picking up his own blood-filled tea cup and sipping. "I think you caught him in one of those more lucid moments."

"Pure luck I'm not dead then?"

"Simple as," Vladislav nods. "We sort of figured you were at first, actually."

Nick nods as well, thinking about all of it and Deacon. "So all of this means that at some point, Petyr probably didn't care about Deacon anymore."

"He still cared," Viago says hurriedly, but his eyes show his uncertainty. "But yeah. He didn't want to go out as much. Then not at all, which was tough for Deacon. We used to split up sometimes, in pairs, and when Petyr wasn't with..."

"He still did things with us at home during the night for a good year after that," Vladislav adds. "But he...they didn't... there's a reason Deacon moved from his room to the closet he's in now."

"He couldn't sleep alone in that big room," Viago says. "The room he uses to practice his erotic dances, that was where they used to stay together."

"Petyr stopped wanting anyone around him," Vladislav says softly. "He hissed at Deacon whenever he walked in their room. I don't think he fully recognised him, or us, much after that. Like Viago said, a few good moments now and again but even those were fleeting."

Nick sighs. "I feel bad for asking him about it at all. Should have kept my mouth shut."

"You didn't know," Viago sets his cup down and rubs Nick's back with a reassuring hand. "You had no way to know. In another week, he'll remember that and things will be okay again."

"I should go say sorry," Nick stands, but Viago's hand gently wraps around his wrist.

"I wouldn't," Viago murmurs. "Give him time, Nick. Sit with us for now, hm?"

He sits and leans into the hug Viago offers.

--

"Deacon," Nick follows him down the hall. "Can we talk for a minute?"

"I am busy, Nick."

"You could use a break," Nick says, picking up clothing when it drops out of the overfilled laundry basket in Deacon's arms. He just wants a moment to apologize to Deacon, for fuck's sake. "Let me take that at least."

"Stop it," Deacon whips around, tossing the basket into an empty room and out the window with the shatter of breaking glass. "You want to know about me and Petyr?"

The anger drains from his gaze, replaced by tears. "He looked after me, after he turned me. Not all vampires do that. He took me in and offered me a room in the dark lower halls of his castle, or to join him in his coffin. I joined him, and he held me while my body died."

Nick backs up, but Deacon is following him now.

"He had a coffin made for me, exactly how I wanted it. No matter the cost," Deacon continues, tears streaming now. "And he put it by his, and then he still offered that I could sleep by him in his."

Nick searches for words, but there's nothing. He backs up another few feet, trying to bear in mind the stairs they'll eventually reach.

"I did," Deacon weeps. "I did, Nick. We hunted together and went out together to balls and parties with opulence I had never before seen, and that you can never imagine."

Nick backs up further.

"I have been things and people you will never get a chance to be," Deacon hisses through his tears. "I was not always this, Nick. We were...Petyr and I..."

Deacon turns on his heels and nearly runs back down the hall, sobbing.

A door in the hall opens slowly and quietly, to reveal a teary eyed Viago.

"It's okay," he murmurs as Nick pulls him into a desperate hug. "He'll be okay, and so will you. He might need more time than usual to come back from this anniversary though."

"I was only trying to say sorry," Nick sniffles. "I should have waited longer for that, but I couldn't bear him not knowing..."

"I know," Viago soothes. "Come on. Vladislav is learning how to play something called Skyrim with Stu. I bet he could use your help too."

--

He gives Deacon a week, which turns to a month, then six months.

His heart breaks the entire time. His friend is gone, and there's no one to blame but himself.

Viago and Vladislav remind him every night he visits that Deacon also bears some responsibility for working on his grief for Petyr. He knows that much is technically true, but it doesn't make him feel much better.

"Here."

Nick blinks up from the TV screen with Skyrim on it, watching Vladislav flail at fighting a frost troll.

Deacon holds out a mug of blood. "I warmed it up a little for you. I know you like it better that way."

Nick takes it. "I'm sorry. About-"

"I know," Deacon interrupts, but sits beside him on the couch. "Has he been playing this badly even with you and Stu helping him? He might be a lost cause."

Vladislav whips around from his cushion on the floor. "Oh? I would like to see you do better."

"Maybe later," Deacon says. "I'm happy to watch you do whatever this is instead. Not fighting, that's for sure."

Nick feels Deacon's hand slip into his free hand laying on his thigh. He sips from the warm blood, and squeezes Deacon's hand.

After a moment, Deacon squeezes back, hard.

[nightingaletrash]

finale spoilers

okay so first off HARDING IS ACTUALLY SUPER DEAD THEN?! COULD I HAVE PREVENTED THAT IF I CHOSE DAVRIN TO LEAD THE DISTRACTION TEAM OR WOULD HE HAVE DIED INSTEAD?!

Neve honey I am so sorry, you have been going through it every step of the way in this game, first Minrathous gets attacked and the Venatori takeover, but now the Blight as well?!?!?!?! though I'm pretty sure it would have happened to Bellara instead if I'd chosen her to take out the wards

also Neve is out here saving the world tits out, and climbing on a prosthetic leg that probably is not built for climbing up giant tendrils, and I feel so bad for her, I made so many choices that hurt her ;-;

BUT THEN SHE FUCKING HELPS KILL LUSACAN AND CONTROLS THE BLIGHT AND HAS THE BLIGHT PULLED OUT OF HER?! SHE'S OKAY?! OH MY GOD I CRIED, I WAS SO RELIEVED, SHE DESERVES THE WORLD AFTER EVERYTHING SHE WENT THROUGH

and Solas. Remind me to never take you to a casino. Your investment in the Sunk-Cost Fallacy would make you a horrible gambling addict. But I'm so glad the game gives you the chance to help him let go, to accept his regrets and move forward. Mythal releasing him from his service reminds me of Leliana when she finds Justinia's message, telling her to lay down her burden. I could very easily see them having a heart-to-heart over how painful it is to have failed someone so dear to them and the subsequent struggle to let go. I like that the game also lets the Solavellan ending be a little open-ended, so you can decide what becomes of them. In my mind, they've gone to introduce him to Tala, to clean up the mess in the South and to finally just settle down and be... normal. Or as normal as is possible for an immortal mage whose life sustains the Veil.

As for my other OCs... Garrett was provisional Viscount while Varric was away, and Marian was running the Lords of Fortune with Isabela. When word of Varric's death arrived, Marian went back to Kirkwall to attend the funeral and to support her brother as the nobles elected him to take the seat in Varric's place. Harding and Neve sent his body back to Kirkwall, which is why Rook never saw any hint of it, you can't change my mind.

As for Seraeda... I don't know. Fiona and Neve are both proof that the Blight can be cured, but we don't know how it worked or what did it in either case. Maybe she found her cure elsewhere, but it's a mystery. Maybe one that bioware will answer someday, but not today.

anyways I need to write fanfic now. Some brother-sister stuff with Viago and Alessia, some Solavellan family stuff post-game, and ofc the news of Varric's death reaching Kirkwall ;-;

[shan-helsing]

I know it's random, but any wulfric hcs 👀 ?

WEEPS INTO MY HANDS. TYSM FOR ASKING. i'll write some i can think of rn !

▪︎wulfric comes from some random germanic village, not the same as viago but similar, and has a ridiculously insane name. my gf is a huge fan of the name wulfric van schlammstein for him. bc it sounds funny.

▪︎ he travelled to england for research in studies (dawg i do not know, i'm still brainstorming this) n there he met lovely laszlo, mr gorgeous leslie cravensworth. since laz is KIND OF a science guy and I KNOOOW he did all that silly science stuff after he turned but i like to hc that laz in his human years was also studying science, as well as being in that club. as well as being raised in an aristocratic household.

anyways they somehow meet and something sparks. but since laz is consistently busy with his stuff they can only have cute little rendezvous at night in a park or something. they kiss. smoochie even.

▪︎ wulfric was NOOOT aware laz was turned by nadja. when nadja came and bedazzled laz he loves her forever and ever he kinda found wulfric cringe. like cringey dandelion ex bf (they didnt even break up officially) so laz kinda. tried to get wulfric outta his life. I had to think silly about this since its fucking. Wwdits. i have to be silly.

Laz invited wulfric for dinner in the middle of the night. Wulfric took ZERO notice to it being 12am. laszlo ate NOOOOTHING DRANK NOTHING. this bimbo had 0 realisation of any vampiric things. Anyways laz tried to poison wulfric many times that night. He thought he succeeded, but wulfric just got some weird tummy ache afterwards. It was probably expired food LMAOAOAO (im still brainstorming all of this hehehehe)

▪︎ wulfric got turned by a random vampire before he set to seas back home. This wouldve been the last time he saw laz. Loooong long ago. Wulfric was still idk man kinda food poisoned and whatever way he was, the vampire who turned him got stuck in bat form. They are best friends now.

▪︎ wulfric super slumbered for about 150 years. he knows nothing. ZILCH of any of the wars LMAO. he woke up in the 70s and just had the time of his life. sailed to the new world. hes super clueless about anything thats happened so he just takes everything at face value.

▪︎ wulfric also has a familiar !!!!! his name is dorian (i'll link a pic below) dorian was turned just before wulfric super slumbered so he knew that dorian would protect him. dorian is still his familiar. Even as a vampire. Wulfric knows hes cheating the system - he does not care.

▪︎ i like to imagine wulfric comes back into the picture w laz in a super funny way. laszlo installs an electric fence and just so happens to electrocute his silly bimbo ex bf as a bat. What the FUCK. wulfrics allllll over laz and laz just gets so flustered and embarrassed. JUST BUGGER OFF 😭😭😭😭😭 wulfric is not going anywhere.

▪︎ wulfrics kinda the silly cameo like jeff. But except laszlo gets so humiliated everytime. He wants to just be like ok. ten minutes of insane sexual intercourse then youre gone. yea.

▪︎wulfric TOOOOTES calls laz leslie. IT DRIVES HIM INSANE. wulfric EVENTUALLY starts saying laszlo, but at first it was a joke.

▪︎ wulfric is a cute little hondura white bat because they look so fucking silly.

▪︎i cant think of any more rn but i wanna say nadja likes him. calls him a dandelion puff (thank you my pal bee) and mocks him then kindaaaaa gets used to him. this is my husband laszlo and his boyfriend wulfric. new besties.

WOOOOW THAT WAS SO MUCH. SORRY I LIKE. BLUSHES. GET ALL SILLY WHEN PPL WANNA KNOW ABOUT MY GUYS. i love wulfric. I made him about a month ago so im still working on him but hes an immediate favourite for me outta my ocs. hes so perfect. So cutie pie. This guy loves disco. He has a disco ball in his home.

[wearfinethingsalltoowell]

Hi 👋 I enjoy your blog and felt like trying this, so

Show: Star Wars or Star Trek (yeah sorry, the standard one)

Caracter: Ed/Blackbeard or Viago?

Pairing: Stede/Lucius or Ed/CJ?

Other: Cinnamon or Vanilla?

I've never seen Star Trek, so I'm gonna go with Star Wars for Finnpoe and Finnpoe only

Ed my sweetheart my darling. There's almost nothing I could be sent where I don't pick Ed

This is a horrible question, but I guess Stede/Lucius because I could see them having a "Lucius shows Stede what to do" thing

Vanilla!

[transvampireboyfriend]

come closer

alright, I haven’t watched the original short film and movie in a while but just, shush.

Here’s my pitch:

they meet again in England. In case you don’t remember them meeting, here’s exhibit A (s01e07):

(this is all i have from canon i’m so sorry if you expected something coherent)

so they meet again, first thing Viago says is the exact same line from when they first met Who’s this delicious-looking thing?

Nadja reminds him, you’ve met Guillermo, he used to be our familiar? now he’s our- my bodyguard!

Guillermo looks at the camera annoyed bc Nadja hasn’t said Nandor’s name once since they arrived last month, no matter how many times he reassures her he’s fine and he just wants to do his job [he cried every morning for a week at the beginning but he managed to convince himself that Nandor was pulling a Gail on him anyways, otherwise they’d have heard from him by now...right???]

SO, Viago doesn’t know Guillermo is the one who killed all the vampires yet [Vlad will tell him eventually when he meets Guillermo again], but he is head.over.heels. Instantly.

He dotes on Guillermo, he gives him little presents, he gives him a HUGE room (Viago invites them to stay in the council home indefinitely as soon as he meets Guillermo), he compliments him all the time, his attraction is PAINFULLY obvious.

Guillermo is clueless though. (Nadja and the dollie roll their eyes behind him about 70 times a night)

Guillermo is currently giving a tour of his room to the crew, they’re towards the end now.

He picks up a pair of leather gloves from the top of a dresser Oh Viago gave me these the other day, he explains, he holds them up to the camera to show an intricate and shiny embroidered flower design on them. The camera guy goes woah

Guillermo kinda looks at the gloves in his hand for a bit, then shakes his head, says He probaby just had them lying around. You know, they live for hundreds of years this is probably just a little trinket to him, and he places them back on the dresser. The camera focuses in on the gloves and then goes around the room, focuses in on the queen size bed, the feather pillows, the couch, the shelf holding his new laptop and some lego sets, then back at Guillermo. He stutters.

I mean, I guess? -he’s grateful...? it seems? I know he’s said he didn’t have much help before- 

Cut to a screen split four ways picturing every other familiar on staff, all sitting in their twin size beds, inside their tiny rooms, all frowning at the camera.

Cut to Viago yesterday, telling Guillermo Oh you are absolutely brilliant, Guillermo! I never thought to stack bodies like that! [there is absolutely nothing remarkable next to them just some bodies in a pile that Guillermo just dragged there unceremoniusly] Where have you been all these years, my dear?! I’ve needed your help desperately! He’s squeezing Guillermo’s arm while he talks and Guillermo just kinda...giggles

Cut back to all the familiars saying multiple variations of yeah, he wants to get in his pants all at the same time. Cut to Nadja nodding. Cut to the dollie nodding.

Cut back to Guillermo in his room, looking confused, then shaking his head again and going so yeah, that’s my room! and smiling wide

Cut to black

[eissaphir]

Me: I can look for fanfics after finally getting to watch WWDITS :D

Also me: Who tf is Anton and why is he constantly shipped with Viago

[littleoddwriter]

Good evening 😌

I‘m the biggest simp for Viago and I’m so happy you added him to your writing list. Currently imploding, thanks!

Dying for Viago x male reader content so I’ll give you a smooch for this. Viago meets the reader one night and originally planned on making him his dinner but he finds himself enjoying the conversation he’s having with the reader too much. They agree to hang out again, go on cute nightly dates because they both have horrible sleep schedules (wink) and eventually develop massive crushes on each other.

The reader finds out about his vampire situation when Viago blurts it out while they’re getting midnight snacks for the reader. They both kinda just stand there for a few seconds until Viago grabs the reader and plants an awkward but very sweet kiss on his lips. 😌

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Willing for Something New | Viago x Male!Reader

Well, hello there! Jjdsflsdjfldsh, that makes me very happy to know. :') Thanks so much for this entirely too sweet request, ah! Viago. <3 I really hope you like what I've done with it! Also, sorry for working in quite a bit of German. I had to take my chance, djkshjfhs (I'm German)! Didn't write in his accent, though.

summary; See above.

notes; Human!Male!Reader; Talk about Food; Falling in Love; Social Awkwardness; First Kiss; Fluff.

German Translations: Tut mir leid = I'm sorry Ja = Yes Nein = No Ich bin ein Vampir = I'm a vampire (Ach,) scheiß drauf = To hell with it/Fuck it

When you’d been brought to him as your dinner, Viago felt eager to drink your blood after making it a beautiful, unforgettable evening for you. You smelled delicious, you were handsome and, oh, so nice. It’d be a shame to kill you, but you would also be one of his best dinners he’s ever had. 

Well, so he had thought, at least. 

As it turned out, he couldn’t stop talking to you. Your conversation was interesting and fun, so different from what he was used to. And besides that, it was so easy to talk to you. Time passed by like nothing else.

You spent time with each other all night long, until you had looked at the clock out of curiosity and realised that it was almost five o’clock in the morning, thus leaving in a hurry with promises of seeing him again.

He let you go. He wanted to see you once more. Suddenly, you were not his dinner anymore. Viago had no idea what had been so different about you to make that happen, but he didn’t mind it as much as he thought he might. 

The next time you saw each other, it was the same thing all over again. He had had all intention of drinking your blood; but at the end of your little get-together, he let you go home and fed from a stranger on the streets, who he presumed wouldn’t be missed. Certainly not his best choice for dinner, but it had to suffice.

After that, you met up several more times. Because you barely ever slept at times that humans usually would, it was never a problem for you two to meet at night when he could go out, which was very convenient for him, but also agonising to have it to be so easy to see you again.

Every single date ended with him letting you go home and his hunger for you waning, turning into a different sort of yearning. He desired you. He wanted to be with you. He thought he might have been developing feelings for you. 

And that terrified him a little. 

After all, he’s been in love before. It hadn’t ended so well, had it? She’d found someone better than him, another human, leaving him heartbroken for decades. Why would he cause himself the same pain by falling in love with you? Another human, who was bound to break his heart. 

But - and call him anything derogatory that you want - he thought you might have actually liked him back. So has Katherine, though. Until she hasn’t. 

Yet he was willing to keep going and see where it would all end up with you two.

This night, you had been spending time at his home again, where you hadn’t been since the very first time you’d met. He should have thought about it beforehand. You liked to snack when you spent time with each other. Midnight snacks. He knew them well, but they looked different for him. Unfortunately, he hadn’t thought about buying you something beforehand. He felt ashamed of himself for being so inconsiderate. 

“I’m really sorry about not having anything at home. Tut mir leid,” he told you, wincing, “We can go to the nearby store and buy you whatever you like!”

Smiling at him, you put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it, “Hey. It’s no problem. I could have taken something with me from home. It’s not that urgent, Viago. I can deal with no snack.”

He shook his head decidedly, “Nein, we’re going! I insist.”

You chuckled softly and rolled your eyes at him, “Fine, then.”

Thus, you two made your way to the convenient store that was near his house. It was nice to get out for the night. He liked seeing the people that were still up at late hours. He thought it was interesting. 

“Say, Viago, what is your favourite snack? Or do you really not like to eat any at all? Because when I first offered you something, you didn’t want any of the things I had at home. Made me wonder. ‘Cause I’d like to be able to provide that for you, too, when you visit, you know?” you asked him after you’ve been walking in comfortable silence for a few minutes.

“Hm,” Viago hummed, looking for a plausible answer that wouldn’t reveal to you that he was a vampire and couldn’t eat human food, “I, um, I just don’t like to eat any snack, ja. All I need is one meal a day!”

“Just one?” you looked at him in disbelief. Had he said something wrong? It’s been so long, he didn’t know what was normal for humans to eat and how much. “That’s probably not healthy. It’s recommended to eat three meals a day, plus some snacks. Although not the ones I’m eating, probably,” you explained, laughing at the end.

“Oh, ja! That’s what I meant. Three meals,” Viago corrected, nodding for emphasis.

“Ah, okay! Got really worried there for a second,” you chuckled and he, too, let out a short, awkward laugh. That was close. 

At the store, you quickly found the snack aisle and picked out your favourites even faster. Sometimes, Viago felt a little jealous of your ability to eat and taste all these delicious variations of food that humans have come up with over the last few centuries. He wished he could know what some things - new ones especially - tasted like, and while he technically could, it would make him puke out his guts and he wasn’t fond of potentially ruining his clothes in the process, or worse, any of his furniture.

“You may not like snacks. But do you want anything else to eat while we’re already here?” you asked with a gentle smile, once your hands were full of bags of various snacks.

“I’d rather not, but thank you,” Viago said, shooting you an awkward little smile in return. Why did you have to be so persistent about his eating habits now?

You frowned, looking thoughtful and slightly concerned. 

“Viago, are you okay? I mean, if you have some sort of condition that’s fine and you don’t have to tell me. I’m just worried, I guess, sorry.” You shrugged, seeming so uncertain for what might have been the first time since he’s met you. 

“Ich bin ein Vampir!” he blurted out before realising what he’s said and in which language, too. He could still save himself. But as soon as that registered, his next words were already out, “Sorry! I- I am a vampire. I can’t eat human food anymore.”

Panicking internally, Viago looked at you with wide eyes. You were still standing in the snack aisle. No one was nearby, he knew, and even if there was, he was only concerned about your reaction now. Only you were making him feel so terrified of what he’s just told you. 

You showed no reaction at first. You simply stared at him, snacks still in a tight grip, and with your mouth slack. 

He waited.

Would he ever see you again after this?

What should he do to get you to react?

It was agonising.

“Ach, scheiß drauf,” he muttered before moving in and planting a short, sweet kiss on your lips, licking over them for a split second when he parted from you. You were delicious even so.

You looked even more shocked now, but a smile slowly stretched your lips at last. What a relief!

“What was that for?” you inquired softly.

“I, uh, I’m not sure. I mean- I like you. A lot. But I don’t know why I felt like doing this now. Other than making you finally react. Maybe I also just wanted you to know that only because I’m a vampire you don’t have to be scared of me. I would never hurt you, Y/N,” Viago stumbled his way through an explanation, searching for the reason for this kiss as much as you were. It sounded plausible enough. It could have been the truth. He really didn’t know. It was as though in his (presumably) last moment with you, he wanted to at least have kissed you once. 

Chuckling, you leaned in and pecked his lips. 

“I thought I had imagined all of this. I’m glad I didn’t,” you murmured.

“And the fact that I am-”

“I don’t care. Actually, I think that’s pretty cool! But yeah, I don’t care. I really like you, Viago. So, if you’ll have me…” You trailed off, leaving him to answer you.

“Always,” he said, “I’d love to be with you.”

No matter what his past love has taught him, he was willing to try again.

In response, you kissed him once again, longer this time, more passionate as well. 

When you leaned back, you grinned at him. 

“Let’s get outta here,” you told him before walking off to the check-out. He followed you on shaky legs. 

The things you did to him, he would never understand. But he liked it. He thought this could be an exciting new thing for him.