#||I really do enjoy writing lobos

[sicklewxlf]

Update

||Well its 1 year anniversary of The Last Wish’s first trailer! But why am I slow with replying to you guys?

Being lazy for one with a side of taking care of new born kittens but all things considered, the reason why I'm slow here is I'm still overwhelmed by how many things get sent in with Lobos here. I NEVER had a muse in my time of tumblr rping have so many asks and threads. Its so daunting that I don’t want my laziness to get in the way of the awesome ask and threads I got going on. I want you guys to have the best possible quality when it comes to him.

So going forward, I have to go on queue system mode just to keep up with the many things owed. And going forward just to make sure I’m not stressed with threads, My replies in new threads will focus on the interaction side of things cause I greatly care for that.

Anyway that’s pretty much it, Here’s a picture of my kittens for making it this far!

Anyway, i’ll see you guys!

[im-not-samantha-im-samanta]

I’d like to request PIB Death’s reaction to his GN!s/o coming up to him one day and booping his nose. I’ve been thinking about this a lot haha-

Hello there! ^^

Thank you for your request, it's a very cute idea! Though truth be told, I struggled with this one so much - I couldn't figure out how Death would react! Not to mention I hated whatever I wrote-

Also, so sorry for how long it took me to write this, like I've said, I been struggling with this one BUT also been struggling mentally, so yeah. (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

I also just read a good fic with Death, then read this one I wrote and realized I'm not good at portraying Death...yeah imma end myself now (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)(⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠).

Anyways, I couldn't really decide if I wanted to do imagines or a fic, but ended up going with a short fic... or more like... a drabble? (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

I kind of experimented with my style, felt like adding it a different feel. Hope y'all like this one nonetheless! ^^"

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{Death, his s/o, and nose boops}

Settings: I don't think I specified it throughout the story. Though a bit more of a romantic vibe, I think?

Genre: Pure fluff! :3

!TRIGGER WARNING!: Don't think there's any! Maybe just brief talks of life, mortality and death, but that's to be expected with Muerte ^^,

Sidenote: Reader is written as gender neutral, but if they might have a more female feel then it's purely unintentional and I apologize!

Sidenote: I've never written full fluff fic (or more like drabble) before , so I hope I did well ^^"

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That should be all, muffins! Feel free to read now ^^.

Hope you'll enjoy <3.

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Death was old as time itself.

A sad but an important part of life, he's been here since the very start.

And so, he's seen everything.

He's been there, done that, seen that, heard that,...

Yeah, he's seen everything, and it was hard to surprise Death.

Or at least, that's what he liked to claim, completely unaware of what tricks up your sleeve you, a mere mortal, still had.

And only now, when the two of you were peacefully sitting on the couch in the living room, did he face the truth that he, in fact, has not seen all after all.

You were up to something for sure, otherwise there'd be no reason for that rascally smile on your face as you slowly extended your hand towards Death, your pointer finger outstretched and aiming for Death's nose or so it seemed.

Death said nothing at that behaviour, after all, now that he was with you, he knew firsthand that mortals- humans especially - were weird creatures.

And so, he let you do your thing, having too much adoration for you to stop you.

Not to mention, a curious creature was Death, and intrigued by your actions, he just watched with a raised eyebrow and a smirk as your finger slowly neared his nose.

Then your finger was closer and closer and-

"Boop!" squeaking out in voice of high pitch, your finger tapped his nose, squishing it.

Then dead silence fell upon you.

Death was quiet, saying nothing at all.

His pointy ears had perked up though, his eyes of crimson wide as he seemed to be processing the action you'd just done.

And you had no idea what reaction to expect now.

Death was unpredictable, and figuring out his next move was something you had never succeeded in.

Nobody has, not even once.

And when the dead silence went on, filling the room like a thick fog, you couldn't help but retreat your hand and offer a nervous, meek smile.

You weren't scared of course, you knew your dear Lobo wouldn't bring you no harm, not now not ever.

But that uncertainty of what he'd do still left you wary after all.

Much to your luck, though, Death spoke at last.

"What... what was that you just did?" he questioned and a light grin stretched across his face, ruby red eyes wide and intrigued.

The expression was somewhat an unsettling one.

Death's eyes all wide, glowing, burning like wildfire, his razor sharp teeth all exposed by his twisted grin.

And combined with his massive stature and eerie aura, one could easily feel preyed upon...

But the word 'scared' did not describe how you felt at that moment.

You weren't scared, you knew better than to be distrustful of the wolf.

You trusted him fully, you didn't fear him even when he gazed at you like that.

You weren't scared.

Not when, with enough attention paid, you could notice Death's tail wagging ever so slightly.

And not when you had another giveaway of him being just intrigued by your action with no side motives - he intensely sniffed the air through his big nose with light growls rumbling in his throat.

Again, this action could seem intimidating to anyone else and could make them uneasy, but you knew that this action meant no danger - in your case that is.

In your case, you'd say it was something like when dogs panted happily when something caught their interest.

In other cases, mostly when it came to people who were reckless with their life or when it came to people who hurt others, this action had similar, but much more dangerous and terrifying meaning...

Well anyways, with that you knew you were in no real danger.

Although you still needed to be a bit cautious about what Death would do.

It could range from shrugging it off to starting a hunt with you being the prey.

"Oh... I... booped your nose...?" you answered and offered an awkward smile, unsure whether or not Death would be familiar with such term.

You didn't count on that much though.

"You... booped... my nose?" Death repeated after you, the term unfamiliar for his tongue.

And that eyebrow raise was enough for you to know your dear Lobo's never heard such word. Yet, his grin still remained the same - sly, intrigued.

Death added nothing more though, and only stared at you with his wide eyes that made you feel in the story of Little Red Riding Hood when The Big Bad Wolf stared at the little girl with wide eerie gaze, and the girl uttered those famous words: "But Grandmother, what big eyes you have!".

You wondered where your own story would lead to if you uttered those exact words to your Big Bad Wolf... Your Lobo feroz...

Nonetheless, you got the silent hint, and went ahead to elaborate what it meant to boop someone's nose.

"It's when you affectionately tap or squish someone's nose and say a 'boop'." you explained softly, smiling meekly.

Then taking a note of that light head tilt and eyebrow raise Death did at your words, you added: "It's a show of endearment,".

"It's a show of endearment," Death repeated after you as if checking he's heard correct, his voice holding a quality you couldn't really pinpoint.

Was it amusement you heard? confusion? disbelief? something else? It was hard to tell.

And then, Death fell silent once again.

It was silent again, and you weren't sure of what to do, Death being way too hard to figure out at the very moment - just like most times...

Hesitantly, you prepared to say something - anything - to break the awkward silence.

But then a chuckle came.

A chuckle came, and Death muttered: "Oh my," before covering his eyes with his paw and a grin grew on his face as his shoulders bounced ever so slightly.

Was he...?

And then it came!

Death broke into a fit of laughter.

Death was laughing!

He was wholeheartedly laughing like never before, the deep sound being sharp to the ears yet warm to the heart.

"Squishing nose and making a silly, high pitched sound to show affection!" Death exclaimed, shaking his head with amusement all written over the wolf's face as he laughed.

He seemed to be having the time of his life, and you couldn't help but smile, feeling all warm inside at the sight.

It was honestly sweet, refreshing to see Death like that, and so you didn't even risk saying something, letting your Lobo have his fun.

"My," Death breathed, his laughter eventually dying down to just an occasional chuckle, "you mortals never fail to amuse me,"

"you never really disappoint..." Death mused still shaking his head some with an amused grin on his face.

"Squishing nose and making a silly, high pitched sound to show affection..." he repeated his earlier exclamation, a light chuckle escaping him again before his half-lidded eyes found yours and he went all silent.

"Yeah, it is quite strange, isn't it?" You said lowly once your eyes locked with Death's, a meek smile playing on your face as a light chuckle left your lips as well.

It really was unusual yet amusing, you had to admit that.

Though still feeling a bit awkward in the moment, your instincts told you to ramble, which you attempted to do: "Honestly, I don't even-".

But then.

"Boop," Death muttered and his clawed finger tapped the tip of your nose!

Oh no way! Did he just-??

"Boop..." Death repeated, and chuckled at how silly the sound sounded before he did the action again.

He booped your nose and let out that silly 'boop' sound, making you peek at his finger cross-eyed and scrunch your nose as he smiled.

And right after he did all that, his ears and whole body perked up and his tail wagged all happily!

And as Death's soft smile twisted into a wide, satisfied grin and Death yet again intensely breathed through his nose, growls rumbling in his throat, the message was made clear:

You better prepare for a life filled with nose boops from now on.

Better watch out.

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[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Can you make a part 2 of your death x reader??? I loved it so much and I would love to read more💘💘

I enjoyed writing for him, so I will continue this! See this as their little 'date'! I made this one oddly sad, but hope you still like it!

Part 1 | Part 2

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An Altercation with Death Part 2

He was late. Incredibly late.

You were not surprised though: your hopes and expectations of seeing him were dwindling. Finishing work for the rest of the afternoon was a struggle when you just had him on your mind, but also on what you had just done.

Was I being too forward? Was he just being polite?

You finished up work in the early evening, walking away from the vibrant town, up the cobbled slopes towards your secluded home. It was quaint, yet sometimes lonely.

You sighed in the cooling air, hugging yourself with your cardigan as the only source of warmth. “Of course, I overstepped, like always.”

“Buenas noches, corderito.”

You looked up, eyes darting over to the dead, wilting tree, a shadow emerging from its rotting bark, tall and imposing, the wolf appeared with red eyes gleaming.

“Lobo,” You breathed a sigh of relief, certain your heartbeat could be heard, erratically beating. “I didn’t know you were there.”

“Apologies for startling you,” he lowered his hood, his pointed ears spoking upwards, grey smoke fur standing out in the contrast of the moonlight. “I have been quite busy.”

“I can tell.” You murmured, and the realisation hit you like a ton of bricks; the height difference! You barely came up to his hip, and he stood imposing and towering.

It had come to you to realise you had been caught staring at him, noticing the way he stalked closer and closer towards you, gauging how you would react or even at all when you were caught in a daydream once again. Dios mío, think, Y/N! Think!

You coughed awkwardly, trying to find the right words and to not feel so uneasy. “So, what do you want to do?”

There was amusement and intrigue mixed in his crimson gaze. “What do you mean?”

“Well, we’re both free all evening… would you like to go and do something?”

“How about going for a meal?”

Your expression lit up, it was an indication to him that this was a great idea. “Of course! Ooh, I’ve heard of this really good tapas and patatas bravas.”

Something in his eyes lit up too; was it fascination, interest? It was uncertain. The wolf, close enough, knelt to be eye level with you, his long snout gracing your ear as he whispered lowly. “Wherever you, go, I’ll follow, chica.”

You could’ve mistaken your face had betray you: the way he whispered so huskily in your ear, the warmth of his face so close to yours, the pure power that was raw and radiating off of him. He could’ve easily pinned you down to the ground and ravaged you whole, and something about that both ignited the flight or fight mode within you.

“Okay!” You side-stepped closely away from him before he could sense your bashfulness. It was amusing for Lobo, watching you stumble away from him as he sauntered behind you.

He followed not far behind you as you led the way, back down towards town as life filled the streets in the late evening. All walks of life were situated everywhere: music filled the streets, food and smells of all flavours filled your nostrils. It gave you the best idea for everything: how would Muerte think if you got him a sweet treat?

You found the small restaurant, surprised when the waiter asked if it had been a table for one, when you looked back over behind you. “Oh no, it’s me and—” You were expecting the wolf’s looming figure to stand behind you, instead, met with the open, cooling air. “Ah, I’m waiting for someone.”

“Of course, señorita.”

The waiter directed you to a small table in the corner, forgotten and left for all to ignore, as the waiter ran off to grab two menus, you felt a warm, familiar hand press into your waist, something fuzzy and soft brush up against your side. “This is a nice table.”

“Lobo! Where did you run off to?” You scolded lightly, the two of you sitting as the waiter returned, taking your orders. It was odd: how the waiter didn’t even regsiter Muerte sitting there opposite you. Where you losing your mind? How could anyone not spot him there?

“I swear I seem strange to others.”

Muerte was sipping his drink when he met your gaze, “How so?”

“Well, that waiter looked at me like I was having a meal with an imaginary friend.” You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. “I mean, it’s not hard to notice you. I thought it would’ve been the opposite way round.”

“Well, it’s hard not to miss a corderito like you.” He said, but there was a indiference to his words. It was as if he was never bothered by being unnoticed. How could someone like him want to be ignored? You thought, observing him.

“Do you come out often?”

“Many times, actually,” he chewed at his meal. “Though never once have I been invited on a date before.” He grinned when he said that one word, and your heart nearly collasped in your chest.

“Date—where did you-”

“You said to that cabra idiota yourself, you were seeing someone, hmm?”

You buried your face in your hands, trying your best not to scream in embarassment. If the earth could swallow you whole, it would’ve done so by now, but no, you were faced with the teasing of a wolf who enjoyed it clearly.

Would you have called it date? Or was he just teasing? “I—It was never discussed, I just thought-”

“Oh, so you didn’t want to go for one?” He smirked.

“Yes! I mean no! Ah, you’re making this difficult for me.” Your fur felt hot on your face, and when you heard the light, easy-going chuckle come from in front of you, you couldn’t help but think he was just doing it to annoy you.

“Ah you’re really cute when you get flustered.” He sighed, continuing on as if he hadn’t put that compliment out there in the open. He finished his meal and you gave the rest of yours for him to finish (it was hard to when you remained flustered for the rest of your ‘date’).

The two of you paid and left with few words spoken, except your mind was whirred and spinning with all sorts of questions. The less you spoke and the minutes ticked by, the more you panicked.

“Hey, I’m sorry for making it this-“ You turned on your heel as you kept walking, clumsily your foot got caught on a broken cobble piece, stumbling forwards so quickly, you didn’t have any time to register that your body was falling too fast.

The ground was what you expected to meet, and when you braced for the hard earth, you didn’t expect to be enveloped in the warm and soft arms. A smell of cedar and pine surrounded you gently, arms catching you with ease.

“Falling for me, huh, corderito?”

You blinked, warmth spreading through you, heart racing in the cage of your chest. No way did you catch you. It was only until it dawned on you that your feet weren’t touching the ground, you found yourself eye to eye level with Muerte.

“Ah,” you looked away from him, trying not to look directly in his teasing gaze, his bloodshot eyes were vivid and glowing, “I wasn’t expecting that to happen.”

Muerte didn’t seem bothered by the clumsiness that came from you, rather there was amusement in the way he held you. “Careful now, you may fall into the arms of the wrong guy.”

“Why, you worried I’ll jump into some bad guy’s arms?” You were the one to inquire teasingingly. Muerte met your gaze, and that alone had made you shudder. He didn’t need to lean that far into your face, inches from you. “Puede atraer a las personas equivocadas.”

It took everything in your body not to surge forward and kiss him: the way he was so close and inviting. The silence could’ve been broken with a pin dropping, neither of you speaking yet only staring for some time. With some relcutance, he settled you back down, and you almost realised how badly you missed the way he held you.

“Come now, let’s get you back home.”

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The walk back up the hill was silent yet not as awkward as you thought it would be. The air was filled with the growing sounds of music, growing quieter the further you left the town. When you looked across the town, it was tiny in comparison to how it felt being surrounded down there; you felt like a giant, looking over tiny ants.

“It’s peaceful, isn’t it?” You asked Lobo after some time.

“It is, but wouldn’t you grow restless after some time up here, alone?” His voice dragged the last word out. It was like a hush or murmur of the wind, starlting and haunting, yet his presence alone made you feel surprisingly safe.

“I’ve been up here for quite some time. And though, I’m jealous of my friends who live directly there, I don’t think I could ever be down there, all the time.” You laughed to yourself, hugging your smaller body.

Lobo hummed in thought, moving ahead as if he knew the way back to yours. “It is something I would rather agree on.”

Neither of you said anything again as he led, but you had time to think about what he said. Was he lonely? How could he be—it wasn’t as if you knew what his personal life was before the two of you met, but it was a curisity you held the more you were with him.

“Do you ever get lonely?”

He paused in movement, and you observed the way his long ear twitched, unaffected by the chill of the night. “Sometimes,” he drawled thoughtfully. “I think I’ve grown used to being ignored, only for a time.”

“How so?”

“I wander these lands, watching. It is rather what I would say my job is in this world, and I’ve been doing it for some time. I watch, observe those, watch them live their lives; get married, have kin, have their highs and lows in life, and when it begins to draw to an end, I come in, give them a hand and we move on.” He spoke matter-of-factly. “Though, I do get a thrill in those who don’t spend their life well. It’s quite fun to get a change once in a while.”

“Lobo,” you spoke carefully. “When you said your name was Muerte, you weren’t joking-“

“I am Death, yes.” He spoke coolly, the flickering of his cape came up for a moment, and something silver glinted on the side of his thigh, disappearing before you could even register what it was. “I come and go when it’s time for being to move on, and I’ll do the same with you.”

You felt rigid in your spot, looking up at him in both horror and twisted curiousity. “Do you know when my time will come? It’s… not tonight, is it?”

“No,” his was a odd sense of reassurance, “You will live a good, long life, I know that.” He knelt down to you, approaching you as if you were an injured animal. “I have enjoyed this one night of a break, and I enjoyed it with you.” He was kind and careful to press a chaste kiss to your forehead, standing back to his full height once more. “We will meet again, sometime, Y/N.”

“Yes.” You didn’t understand his words at first, too hopeful, too joyful to see him, and when you blinked he was gone once more.

No, it wasn’t a hopeful expectation you would see him soon, it was a see you again when your time comes.

[gabyscafe]

I have a quest,and I would really like that you could do it because the stories you have mede of Deathxreader attracted me:

Death has a nightmare about the reader and when he wakes up, She will be there to comfort him. I leave the rest to your imagination.

I like how you write by the way. English is not my main language either, and I really enjoy your stories

༺Nightmare[Death x Reader]༻

Thank you for the request! <3

Y/n can be a (medium size) animal if you want!

The reader will be in the female.

Hope you enjoy! ♡

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The day was cloudy, Y/n was been sick for the past three months, and Death doesn't know what to do anymore... Doesn't matter what kind of medicines she take, her weakness just don't pass.

One day, Death came back to his home with Y/n, but then she started to cough a lot of blood. He immediately picked her up and put in the bed, so he runs to the kitchen bring the medicine and a glass of water, but when he comes back, he smelled something a very familiar... Something that he likes to call... The smell of death...

When someone or something are about to die, they exhale a odor that only one the reaper could feel...

Death walk next to her bed and with his head down, he put the water and the medicine on the table. "Hey... Everything is okay? " Y/n ask putting her hand on his face, but he didn't say anything. "Oh... I see..." She rubbed her thumb on his cheek, and with her last strength, she kissed his head. And then, Y/n pick up Death's sickles and put on his hands.

He finally look up at her, and for the first time Y/n seems Death crying, "I... *sniff*...I don't want to... ", "well... sadly it's your job..." She rest her back in the bed "You... You will have to take my life, Death... " Death was already tearing up silenty "Mi Amor... Please don't do this to me... ", " you will have to reaper me... ", " Y/n please... ".

"...ath... Death!... Death!! " The Lobo finally open his eyes, finding Y/n on the top of him trying to make he wake up. "Oh my, I was getting worried! " He sits on the bed and look Y/n in front of him, " are you okay? You was hyperventilating and... And I heard you cry, what happen? " .

Then Death finally noticed, Y/n was there! no sickness, no blood, nothing just Y/n good and healthy. "Por Dios, you got me scared! " She put both of her hand on his cheeks, he sigh in relief and putting his hands on hers. Then she notice, Death had a nightmare. She hugged him and started to rubbed his head. "Ssh... Everything is okay now", he take a deep breath and hugged her back "Si... Everything is... Perfect now... "

They stayed like this for about five minutes, then Death suggest to they both drink a cup of hot milk, before they go back to sleep, and Y/n agreed.

"What had you dreaming by the way?" She ask picking the milk, while he picked the cups.

"Something really... Really scary... " he sit on the chair "I see, it must be something really scary to scare even death!" She put the milk in the pan and put in the stove heating up.

"Si... Era muy asustador... "

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Mi amor = my love

Por Dios! = my god!

Si = yes

Ers muy asustador = it was really scary

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Hope you guys like it! Sorry for any mistake, english it's not my first language.

And see you guys next time! ~☕🌺💖

[cinnapuppymilk]

Rose Thorn in His Side

A/N: Hi!!! if you think you are seeing this post AGAIN, yes, yes you are! I had to switch accounts so I'm reposting this here and all following chapters will be posted to this account. I pinky promise to write extra spicy scenes to make up for it! Mwah!! xoxo

Original A/N Hey! This is gonna be my first fanfic ever, and kind of long so bare with me as I world-build. I get nervous thinking about posting this but my maladaptive daydreams just come up with the best material I have to type it out. This is gonna have some key points that I've entirely made up and doesn't exist in the TLW universe but hey, anything to make the story flow yeah? Lastly, this is Fem!Rabbit (medium-sized)(Y/N Ramirez)x Death(Lobo)

conejita = bunny (fem)

if there are spelling errors feel free to alert me! enjoy ☆

Chapter One: Table 7a.

'I am definitely a morning person.'

You thought to yourself as the sunlight from your bedroom window basically blinded you. You sighed, it must be 10am. You always woke up at 10am. No alarm needed, somehow your body knew what awaited it and got itself up without much help.

'I am absolutely a morning person.'

You tried to convince yourself as you stretched and felt all of the stiffness from sleep crackled and popped itself away. You finally summoned the energy to stand and immediately a shiver shot up from your feet to your head. The floor was ice cold, making you want to jump back into the sunny warmth of your bed. But instead, with a heavy sigh you treaded forward into your bathroom. You splashed warm water on your face and when you did you realized your face was cold as well, and the water felt nice. You let the water form a shallow pool in your hands and gently placed your face there.

'Maybe you really are a morning person.'

The thought crossed your mind only to be quickly interrupted by the sound of loud knocking on your front door.

You hastily patted your face dry and rushed to the door to see your long-time friend, Mateo standing there, looking more guilty than a murderer in Church.

"Don't be mad-" he started before you cut him off with a whiny retort.

"Noo Mateo don't do this to me pleasee." You begged, trying to avoid the inevitable B.S you knew was gonna come out of Mateo's mouth.

"I'm sorry Y/N, but Diego got hammered last night and he's really sick this morning, I even went over to check, just to make sure he wasn't lying and the poor kid is throwing up chunks. There's no way he can work, can you pleaaase work a double, por favorrr."

You sighed, knowing that you were definitely going to cover for him, but you were absolutely going to complain to yourself about it all morning.

"I am NOT a morning person, Mateo...but fine. I will come in, give me an hour and I'll be there and before you ask, sí, you do owe me, as well as Diego."

"Wait what, I'm just the messeng-" Mateo blurted before being interrupted with a playful "Adíos" and the door being shut in his face.

While getting ready to start your work day hours earlier than usual you cursed everything under the sun.

Curse your anxiety for making it so you would work at the same bar for 6 years, too afraid of new settings and people to ever try and get another job.

Curse Deigo for not knowing his drinking limits, forcing you to come in early instead of following your usual morning routine that you clung to so tightly.

Curse your need for control over your life, making you feel so overwhelmed and anxious when simple things like covering for a coworker occurs unexpectantly.

Curse life for being so difficult all the time.

Curse death too because if you were immortal you wouldn't have to worry about any of this at all.

You chuckled at your mini rant in your head before heading off to work at the bar that's been somewhat of a second home to you.

When you arrived at the bar, you took your usual position behind the counter, setting up your work area with clean glasses and making sure your kegs were ready. Your boss, Maria, placed a hand on your shoulder making you jump.

"Hola Y/N! Sorry to call you in like this, I know you already were gonna work the night shift but idiot one, Mateo, spent the after hours taking shots with idiot two, Diego, knowing he's a lightweight so, here we are, your lunch is on me today okay?" She gave you a reassuring smile before zipping away to take care of her duties.

You caught Mateo cleaning a table across the room and you shot him the coldest dirty look you could muster. No wonder he looked so nervous this morning, he was the main culprit. Mateo mouthed a pitiful "Sorry...love you!" while making a heart shape with his hands before running away out of your view into a backroom.

You sighed, and decided that you were going to try and make today a good day. At least at work you can escape your head. No room to overthink when you have to think about orders and drink making and cleaning tables.

Looking at a wall clock that read 11:34am, you decided to get lost in your work.

To your appreciation, the earlier work day went by fast. You saw the usual customers with their usual tales and problems and met a few newcomers who were just happy to see the bottom of a glass.

Checking the time again, it read 1:39am.

'Last call is at 2am, if I go fast I can be outta here by 3am.' You thought to yourself while drying some shot glasses.

Most of your coworkers bid you goodnight a while ago, they were lucky enough to only have one shift. You were left with Gabriella, a nice girl with good street smarts, and Maria, your ever so loving boss.

Gabriella bumped her hip into yours with a tired but happy smile on her face. She was always a bit of a space invader but she also was the first person to check in on you most times as well as defending you from customers who got a bit belligerent after too many drinks. So, you didn't mind her touchiness.

"Hanging in there Y/N? We're almost done! I'm ready for a nice hot bath tonight." she said while she picked up a few glasses, helping you get them clean.

"I'm definitely tired. When I see Mateo and Diego again they're never gonna hear the end of it....like...ever. I will haunt them in the afterlife, just watch Gabi, just watch."

Gabriella laughed before greeting Maria who then came behind the counter and got very close to you and Gabriella.

"Alright ladies, mira mira, table 7a.-"

You glanced up at the table that sat in the back corner of the bar, there sat a hooded figure, so tall they looked like they would tower over you even while sitting. You couldn't make out much of the figures face, except for a nose and mouth that definitely belongs to a wolf.

You were a little unsettled by them, afterall, if they wanted a late night drink, shouldn't they have approached the bar? Why sit in the dark, and why not speak to the bartender..? Are they looking for trouble?

Your thoughts were interrupted with the rest of Maria's sentence.

"He called me over, said he wants a Black Russian, I've got to count the drawers for the night so you two handle that..and be extra kind to him..seems like he's in a bad mood..."

Maria looks up at you both with a hint of concern in her eyes.

"If he causes trouble..call the coppers first...then me..kay'?"

Both you and Gabriella were a bit taken aback by Maria's request.

'Did he really give her that bad of a vibe?' you thought before returning your glance to the hooded figure. He now was looking up, and straight at all three of you. He had piercing red eyes that seemed illuminated no matter the lighting. You could swear you saw a small sinister grin on his face as he stared intently. You suddenly felt so uneasy, and unsafe. Your heart quickened its pace so you forced yourself to look away. Maria had apparently already left and you turned your head to see Gabriella caught in the same petrified state you were in.

"Gabi-" you started only to be cut off by her somewhat shaky voice. She snapped her head to look you in the eyes.

"Y/N, I'll wash the dishes, wipe the tables, sweep the floors and even prepare the kegs for tomorrow. But I'm not serving him."

"Gabi, you don't have to do all tha-"

Gabriella took another glance at the hooded figure and whatever she saw made her have visible goosebumps.

"I'll start now." She chirped quickly before dashing into the backroom.

You looked back at table 7a, and now there was no mistaking it. He was smiling. A bit wider than he was before as well. He found something funny, and for some reason, that gave you the same goosebumps Gabriella had.

You didn't want to trigger an anxiety attack, which were at times unfortunately frequent for you, so you figured you would just make his drink, the quicker you can get this stranger out of here, the better.

His drink...

.......

His drink....

'What the hell did he order again???'

You cursed yourself for forgetting what Maria said he wanted. You cursed this strangers intense gaze for erasing all of the thoughts from your head. Maria kept her office locked while counting money, and there was no way Gabriella remembered since she never had the intention of serving him anyway.

You were gonna have to ask him.

'Shit.'

You grabbed your little notebook and pen from behind the counter before hesitantly making your way to table 7a.

You tried to keep your eyes down at the floor but you did glance up while making your way over and confirmed your suspicion that this wolf was staring you down all the way to his table. It left this ball of uneasiness in the pit of your stomach. You took a big but quiet breath in as you approached his table.

"Hola señor, I'll be serving you tonight, could you please remind me what your order was again?" You prayed your unease didn't show in your tone as you put on your best customer serving voice.

The wolf said nothing for a few seconds, staring at you with a smile that maybe would seem friendly on anyone else but him. Those seconds felt like an eternity as you took the time to see his face up close. His fur was white, with a dark mask like pattering over his eyes leading all the way down his snout. Despite the ghastly hood that might have suggested otherwise, his fur looked soft. You admittedly thought about what it would feel like to touch it. You concluded that on closer inspection, he was a bit handsome.

"A Black Russian." His voice interrupted your shameless thoughts. His voice was deep, smooth and cold and had the inflection like he thought something was just a bit comical.

"Of course, coming right up." You quickly spun yourself around and sped walked away back to the safety of the counter.

In practically no time, the Black Russian was made. This time while walking back to the table you made sure to keep your eyes down. You wondered when the last time someone even ordered a Black Russian was.

When you reached his table, you desperately didn't want to meet his eyes again, they made you feel like you were frozen in place, staring hopelessly at something that looked like it kinda wanted to eat you. So instead you focused your sight on your hand placing the drink on the table, trying again to hide your uneasiness.

All the while, Death, unbeknownst to you, was having a bit of a fun time watching you. The way you had tapped your pen nervously on your notepad, the way you bounced from one foot to the other, biting your lower lip and desperately trying to avoid eye contact. And he especially took notice of the way your tail twitched now and again. He knew he made you unbelievably unnerved and you wanted nothing more than to escape the situation. And yet there you were, taking his order with the shakiest smile ever. You could've cowardly escaped to the backroom like your friend but you didn't. You endured his unsettling gaze and he admittedly loved every moment of it.

"Will that be all..it's the last call so.." Your voice finally gave in and you couldn't hide your uncomfortability towards the end of your sentence.

He decided he was having more fun than he planned to, and he wasn't finished torturing you yet. He licked his lips, and you took a shameful amount of interest in the size of his teeth and the way his tongue rolled over them.

"Actually, I meant to order a White Russian. Would you mind.." He looked up at you, giving a smirk that didn't hide his devious amusement.

It took you a second to find your train of thought.

"Right, a White Russian..so cream then, I'll be right back." you chirped before retreating once again to your counter.

While fetching the cream needed for his drink, Maria finally left the safety of the office, she had her coat on, so you guessed she was ready to leave. She glanced over to the wolf, before turning her gaze back onto you.

"Any trouble out of that one?"

Truthfully, despite feeling as though you wanted to run for the hills during your entire interaction with him, and having a hunch that you will never forget those daggers he has for eyes. He wasn't actually guilty of anything other than looking like serial killer. You couldn't truthfully claim he did anything worth being labeled trouble.

"No, he um, just wanted a White Russian instead." you stated while motioning with the small pitcher of cream in your hand. Maria breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good, well Gabi seemed a little sick when I saw her last in the back so I sent her home, she didn't get to wipe the tables so that and locking up are your final tasks for the night. It's raining pretty hard so try and find a spare umbrella in the back. Night Y/N." Maria then made her way out of the back exit. Leaving you and the wolf in the bar alone.

. . .

Oh right, his White Russian.

You spun around to see him tapping his claw on the table. Guess you took too long, he no longer seemed as amused.

You zipped to his table, while simultaneously trying not to spill any cream. When you approached him he immediately startled you with his voice.

"Any longer and the ice would've melted..and I thought rabbits were meant to be fast." He gave a deep half chuckle.

You were almost offended at his comment, there wasn't a need for stereotypes, after all you could say a lot about him being a big scary wolf. Suddenly, you had newly sprung courage bubble up in you. You poured the cream carefully and decided to speak up.

"If you had ordered the right drink the first go around you wouldn't have to wait Señor Lobo. We all can't be perfect."

As soon as the words left your mouth, you desperately wanted to swallow them back up. Hesitantly, you peeked up at the wolf. For a second you thought you might've saw a surprised expression on his face before quickly being replaced by one of devious amusement once again. He gave a deep hearty laugh before downing his drink and licking his lips. You cursed yourself for focusing on his mouth so much.

He then abruptly stuck out his paw with a grin.

You hesitantly placed your hand in his and gave a small shake.

"Death." he spoke as he tilted his head slightly, not letting go of your hand.

"What? Wait like, that's your name or..are you wishing it on me?" You asked giving a fake chuckle, hoping that he wasn't actually wishing death on you.

"That's my name. And yours is?" He still held your hand, it was strangely cold for someone who was covered in so much fur.

"Y/N..Ramirez." You gave a small smile before gently trying to pull your hand back only for him to hold it tighter for a second longer before letting go.

You hadn't really thought too deeply into his name, you've met a lot of folks with all sorts of unique names, some they were given, others they came up with themselves. If anything, his name suited him well. You couldn't imagine if he had a name like..José or Luis.

"Well, Death..the bar is now closed and I've just got these tables to clean before locking up. It was..nice meeting you and I hope you come again." You gave him the same spiel you gave every new customer.

"Of course, enjoy the rest of your evening, Y/N," He said smoothly. You nodded and reached into your servers belt to fish out his receipt.

However, when you looked up to give it to him, he was gone, and on the table was a pile of gold coins that were worth more than what one lousy White Russian would cost.

You looked around in confusion as you didn't comprehend how he could've gotten past you without making a sound. Or how he could've left through the front doors without ringing the bells at the top. You shook your head as you realized how tired you were. You scooped up the coins and left them on Maria's desk for tomorrow, after that you wiped the tables down and let your mind wander as you locked all the doors and windows of the bar.

You initially thought that Death's encounter with you would leave you with nightmarish memories of his red eyes and chilling demeanor. Instead, however, you kept thinking about all the wrong things.

You thought about how you liked his fur, and how soft it looked.

You like his scent, it reminded you of how it smells right after it rains.

You liked the way he talked, deep, smooth, and confident.

You liked the way his tongue glossed over his large teeth..and the way your hand felt in his..

You forcefully ejected yourself from your embarrassing thoughts as you locked the front door and stepped into the hard rain.

'Right. Maria did say it was raining and I did not grab an umbrella. What a damn idiot am I.'

You sighed deeply, preparing yourself for the 15 minute soaking wet walk you were gonna have to take home. You only got a couple paces in the direction of your home before you stopped in your tracks.

'Ah, I was right. I didn't forget those eyes.'

You thought to yourself as you immediately recognized Death's illuminated red eyes in the shadow of a tree not too far from where you stood. Hesitantly, you called out to him.

"...Death?"

Instantly, he emerged from the shadows, chuckling to himself as he approached you.

"Bien, conejita, muy bien. You have good awareness."

For some reason, you made a mental note to remember his compliment to you.

"Were you out here waiting for me?" you asked as he finally got within a few feet of you. It was then you truly realized how big he was. You weren't as small as other rabbits in your family, in fact you kinda considered yourself tall for a rabbit and yet, your head only came up to his chest, forcing you to lift your head up to look at him.

"Sí, it's raining hard and you have no umbrella. So I'll be a gentleman and lend you this."

Suddenly the hard pellets of rain no longer battered down on you, you blinked and realized, Death no longer had on his poncho, instead, it was on you.

You felt your cheeks and ears burn red with embarrassment.

"Ah, gracías.." You focused your sight on the ground as you found it too hard to face him in that moment.

"No problem, though of course you can't keep it..we are strangers after all, sí?"

'Oh right. Well then he'll have to take it back...after I get home.....Oh.'

You then realized what he was implying. He was gonna walk you home, you felt your cheeks and ears burn even hotter, and for a second you wanted to feel the rain on your face to cool you down.

"Right, well just this way then.." you trailed off as you began picking your pace back up in the correct direction.

While you focused your gaze on the ground out of shyness, Death focused his gaze on you.

He admittedly wasn't entirely sure why he was out here, walking some bunny to her home in the rain. He only meant to stop in for a quick drink after a long day. He mentally flipped through reasons that led him to be here, chauffeuring a little rabbit home.

He found you interesting, he liked the effect he had on you, specifically.

He had a strong effect on practically everyone. The running, screaming, pleading, fighting back kind of effect.

But on you, there was a push and pull. He noticed the way you couldn't be still under his gaze, how when given the chance you practically scattered to the comfort of the counter away from his table...but he also noticed the way you had unconsciously grazed your thumb over his paw when you shook hands... and the way your breath hitched when he leaned in too close. He chalked up his interest to wanting answers for this strange behavior and figured a quick chat on the way to your home would be all he needed to satisfy his curiosity.

....Plus, he enjoyed the way you had to keep pulling up his poncho because it was much too big for you. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

"It's just past this uphill, not too far." You interrupted his thoughts. Your voice shaky, but this time not from uneasiness, instead, you found yourself very, very cold. Despite his poncho covering most of your body, it wasn't thick enough to not be eventually soaked in the relentless rain.

The shivering as well as the now slippery uphill walk slowed your pace greatly. Death, who was already making an effort to not speed past you with his naturally longer strides now had to come almost to a complete stop. He watched you helplessly attempt to conquer a small hill.

He didn't want to spend this much time on this little side quest of his. Shaking his head, he decided there was no other option.

He swiftly got close behind you and scooped you up bridal style into his arms. You screamed out in surprise as you found yourself suddenly looking up at Death, and the cloudy night sky, with rain more gently now, hitting your face. Death looked annoyed as he moved his mouth dangerously close to your ear.

"Hush now, conejita, you're starting to become more of a burden than you're worth." he whispered in your ear.

Offended, you scowled and looked away from him.

'It wasn't like I asked you to walk me home.' You thought to yourself as you begrudgingly let Death carry you in his arms, wishing you were home already in your warm bed.

Death looked down at you, seeing your hurt expression made him upset. He truthfully didn't mean to come across as rude as he did. The whole reason he's even here right now was to talk to you. Strangely for him, he regretted his comment and tried to change the subject.

"How long have you worked at the bar?" He asked plainly.

"Six and a half years, 17 days and 14 hours but hey who's counting." You grinned at your joke. You honestly did love working at the bar, despite all of the challenges it can present you.

Death nodded before carrying on.

"So then, you've seen many different kinds of people. What do you think of them?"

You gave your answer thought before speaking, humming while you did so.

"Ahh, most people are fun. They just want to let loose and chat everyone's head off. That, or they are looking for some comfort in drinking. Either way, I've had no real problems with most of the customers. I just do my best to give them what they need."

The rain has now come to a light sprinkle, the cold air pushed against you, making you want to retreat into the fur of this large wolf, but you refrained, not wanting to cross a line.

Death hummed in response and then there was a silence. You closed your eyes and focused on the crunch of the leaves under Death's feet as he carried you to home.

You could faintly hear his breathing, calm and steady despite just overcoming the uphill in the rain. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest combined with the sway of the walk was just the break you needed after such a long day.

Death's voice broke the silence.

"And what do you make of me."

Although it was a question, Death said it like he it was more of a thought to himself, as if he already knew the answer and was just thinking out loud.

You took even longer to answer this time.

"I think you must have it hard, with your appearance being so...unnerving. But you're a good guy I think. Plus, when you get a good look, you look kinda handsome. So cheer up, and don't be so down, you don't have to be the big bad wolf, you can be whatever you want."

You decided to answer honestly as you saw your cottage not too far away. And it's not like you'll ever see this guy again, so who cares if you say something just a bit embarrassing.

Suddenly, Death placed you gently onto your feet and removed his poncho from you.

You turned to look at him, hoping your honesty didn't tick him off. Death stared off at something else. This time he was the one avoiding eye contact.

"You're home, rabbit." He said as he put his poncho back on himself, seemingly unbothered by how cold and wet it was.

You turned to see your cottage just a few paces ahead of you.

"Ah thank you, be safe on your travels."

He paused, still glaring into the void.

"You too conejita, I don't want to see you too soon."

Before you could ask him what that last part meant, you blinked and he vanished. And somehow, with his departure, the air felt warmer.

That night, after a much needed shower and dinner, you laid in your bed with your head full of nothing but the wolf from the bar.

You wished on every star you could see from your window that he wasn't just a passersby.

That you might get to see Death again.

You drifted off to sleep, with dreams of Death filling your head.

.....

Not far from your home, Death sat against a tree. Your words replaying in his mind. He ruffled the fur on the top of his head with a heavy sigh.

He knew he couldn't leave you alone after that.

End of chapter one.

Chapter Two 🔽

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

*revives again*

I'll be soon going to sleep, but anyways

Thank you btw! <3 I'll still be a bit hesitant as of now to write fics but i'll definitely will keep making ideas, boredom does that to ya'

Now i'm like, wanting to write a fic about cryptid Hal especially after reading a one shot with this topic, but i think i'll just write down ideas so i can talk about them with someone who is willing to listen! :3

I'm now like: Hal slowy turning into a cryptid without realizing it.. bird Hal...(I have the perfect bird for him, even though i would probably make my own little species for him), lots of hurt before comfort, it gets worse before it gets better, lots of whump.. nomnom😈

Body horror too since the wings would have to, literally and im not even joking, rip apart his back since he didn't originally have them.. painful back pains before the wings actually come out, gotta love some good old fashioned "it gets worse before it gets better"

Also him hiding out of either fear or denial, or fear of being judged by the League because God that man needs therapy!!

The deep seated fear of becoming inhuman bc of the rings is so scrumptious, MMMM

I’m reminded of that one nightmare JL:U episode where that GL was stuck in a nightmare where humanity became alien to him and he progressively got taken over by the ring until he couldn’t understand English and was scaring people away.

Specifically with Hal and this bird transformation imagine the slow creep into it tho.

His appetite gets weirdly fast and suddenly he’s catching up with Barry or Wally on their snack breaks to carb up, eating way too much until he feels like he’s going to be sick but then it passes and he’s hungry all the same, not knowing he’s fueling the fire of his body burning up calories to shift. His skin gets weird and prickly in places that’s mostly covered by his suit or loose clothing as a civilian, his fingers seem longer and thinner, his hands and palms too as they stretch out to an appropriate wing span but it just looks slightly unproprtional for the time being so he’s not worrying too much other than his skin. His lips thin and there’s a sharp pain at the front of his gums, like something is trying to force itself out and his teeth are feeling ill-fit in his own mouth.

He gets knee pains and during a fight with a heavy hitter, maybe Lobo, multiple bones are broken and they stick him in some sort of med pod to expedite the healing process but that does him in. His broken legs bend backwards and the change forces a talon from his heel as his feet cover in scales over flesh, his arms grow and fingers combine into those misshapen wings that take up so much space in the med pod he’s curled in on himself in comatose agony. His teeth rot and are replaced with the beak that had been forcing itself out until his lips stretch around the outline of it and are covered by the feathers just starting to take proper form.

When someone checks in the next day what’s inside isn’t Hal anymore, he can’t do little more than scream in harpy cries at the agony he wakes up to. He can’t walk, can hardly lift himself up with his hands gone and replaced with winged arms that hardly have the feathers needed to fly after his bones stretched and broke into this new misshapen body of his. His head pounds because his eyes have shifted from front facing to more on the sides of his head like a prey species, not entirely but enough that he can’t physically see the world the same anymore. When the pain subsides and he finds his voice it’s more shrill and improper because his mouth isn’t the same anymore and he has to learn how to speak again with this new speech impediment.

Arugh! Love this

He’d have to be physically bigger too, bc yes, and have to come to terms with the fact he’s got hollow bones now. After all the angst is done his biggest sad factor is that he can’t enjoy food the same anymore bc he can’t really eat much of it depending on what beak he grew in

[popironrye]

Dracfield Fanfic Preview

I'm having a blast working on this big dracfield fanfic I have, but it's a slow process. To make myself feel better I wanted to post a little snip bit as like a preview without actually spoiling the largest part of the story. Here's the summary for a little context: In order to get out of a sticky situation, Teddy Lobo pressures Renfield into doing cocaine and the results are messy. Leading to Dracula having to aid his loyal servant in the simple task of getting cleaned up. This little section is heavily implied Tedfield for funsies, but let it be known that this story is not a tedfield fic. So I hope not to disappoint people by clarifying this is the extent of any tedfield stuff really since the story is about dracfield, but let me know if I should write a full blown tedfield fic. :3

What started as one bottle of tequila turned into a second. Then a third. But that wasn’t enough for Teddy. Robert timidly downed as many drinks as Teddy and his entourage handed him. He wasn’t much of a heavy drinker. Being inebriated to such a level would spell disaster not only for his master but also himself. He would surely fail his master by being too drunk to function or at worst, protect him when he needed it. Still though, Robert was always a social drinker and you couldn’t get any more social than being around Teddy and the Lobo gang. Hollering, laughing, and carrying on like the tightest of friends. It wasn’t long before the scenery switched from the Lobo home to a rowdy bar where the drinks continued to flow, to the point where Robert was starting to wobble. Teddy was absolutely sloshed from the beginning, but that didn’t stop him from being the fun loving center of attention. He was really good at that, even as his declarations of a good time became nearly incomprehensible with all the slurring he was doing. He tumbled into furniture and people alike. It was a little amusing to Robert to see the man in such a state.

After Teddy flailed an arm firmly over his shoulder, probably as a way to keep himself more steady, Robert decided it was probably for the best that Teddy be taken home. Everyone else was way too busy enjoying themselves in their own drunken worlds so Robert decided he’d get Teddy home first and come back for everyone else later. While his legs were a little shaky, not helped by how fidgety Teddy was being, Robert was still in his right mind to get back home. Practically dragging Teddy out into the parking lot, with one of Teddy’s arms over his shoulder holding his wrist and his other hand holding firmly on Teddy’s waist to keep his legs from dragging against the ground. Robert was surprised with how little resistance he was getting. Usually Teddy would fight against his grip to keep partying but he seemed content being led away by him. Mumbling under his breath too quiet and too garbled for Robert to fully understand him. Teddy leaned his weight against him, nuzzling his nose into the side of Robert’s neck, causing him to sharply suck a breath in through his teeth. His body let out an involuntary shudder and he felt Teddy smile against his skin. He was getting a kick out of that. Robert grumbled to himself. Smug little twit. Still he smiled. The sensation of the other man pushing his weight against him; trusting him to practically glide him back to the car was nice. The feeling of his warm breath against his pulse point was more intoxicating than the alcohol in his system. The feeling of having someone, anyone relying on him again made his chest flutter. Robert sighed, how quick he was to feel this way was almost shameful. He’d be damned if the slightest bit of touch was all it took to light a fire in his soul and yet, any sensible person could tell he was damned a long time ago. Once he made it back to the car, Robert had to lean Teddy’s body against his side, hoisting him up with one arm as he opened the door with the other. He gently laid Teddy down across the seats. With a slight jostle, Teddy shifted over to glance up at him. Eyes glossy, lips slightly parted as he took short breaths. His chest heaving as he rested his cheek into the leather. His entire face flushed, no doubt from all the alcohol and his once tightly slicked back hair had strands falling all over the place. “Robert…” He muffled softly. The sound of his name coming from Teddy so tenderly brought heat from his core to his cheeks. How he wondered how sweet it would sound to make Teddy call out his name like that more…no! No, he thought. What the hell was wrong with him? He was grateful Teddy had no insight into his mind like his master did. Not that it would have mattered regardless at this moment. Robert prodded Teddy’s leg with his finger tip. He was completely out cold. Robert sighed as he stood a moment letting the night air cool his face. It was only then when his mind was clear from worrying about Teddy and the buzz in his system began to ease that he had the feeling he was being watched. Before he could step back to close the door, he felt a strong pair of hands clasp against the back of his shirt and the other firmly pressed on the back of his head. Before he could even react he was forced violently forward, having his brow line smashed against the top of the inner frame. Robert stayed on his feet but his unseen assailant was quick to lay a few body blows and ended with a hard stomp in the back of his knee. Robert landed against the pavement, he gritted his teeth as he felt the flesh of his palms scrap against the ground. While he was down the man who assaulted him made quick work of the fight with a swift kick right into the side of Robert’s jaw and everything went black.

[my-little-wraithlings]

Renfield 2023 Masterlist

I have made a great deal of posts about Renfield. My lovely Wraithlings seem to be really enjoying them. So, I thought I'd make a masterlist of the posts for easy access.

Note!: You are free to write fanfics, do fanart, or write accompanying headcanons for any of these posts if you feel the urge.

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Fandom Commentary & Analysis:

_ Small comparison of the care of Familiars across fandoms: Link

_ I think Mark needs therapy: Link

_ People need to respect Robert's combat experience: Link

_ Renfield is about growth: Link

_ Renfield is not cop propaganda: Link

_ I'm on the fence about Robert dating post-movie: Link

_ Robert and Rebecca need to be monster hunters: Link

_ Thoughts about Dracula and Renfield's relationship: Link

_ Frustrated thoughts on people thinking Robert is straight: Link

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Robert Headcanons & Analysis:

_ Headcanon. Robert would collect Shopkins: Link

_ Headcanon. Rebecca gets Robert addicted to plushies: Link

_ Small Analysis. Robert is an interesting character to understand: Link

_ Crossover Headcanon. Robert's pokemon partner: Link

_ Crossover Headcanons. More detail headcanons of Robert and his pokemon partner: Link

_ Headcanon. Renfield loved the majesty of Dracula's castle: Link

_ Headcanon. Robert loves bright colors: Link

_ Headcanon. Renfield has a bit of a religious experience and feels guilty about murder: Link

_ Headcanons. Discussion of Robert's powers post-movie: Link

_ Headcanon. Renfield loves stained glass: Link

_ Analysis. Discussion of Renfield's powers and how Dracula heals him: Link

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Rebecca Headcanons & Analysis:

_ Headcanon. Rebecca loves sweaters: Link

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Robert and Rebecca Headcanons & Analysis:

_ NSFW Headcanon. Robert tries to refamiliarize himself with intimacy: Link

_ Headcanon. Robert and Rebecca are queer-platonic partners: Link

_ Headcanon. Robert and Rebecca have movie nights: Link

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Dracula Headcanons & Analysis:

_ Headcanon. Dracula doesn't realize his and Renfield's relationship has changed: Link

_ Headcanon. Dracula is frustrated by Teddy but can't hate him: Link

_ Headcanon. Dracula doesn't like being cold: Link

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Teddy Lobo Headcanons & Analysis:

_ Small Headcanon. Teddy's tattoos are totally fake: Link

_ Small Headcanon. Teddy loves his bed: Link

_ Headcanon. Teddy wants to impress his mom so bad: Link

_ Headcanon. Teddy sucks at gambling: Link

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Renfield 2023 Scenarios & Fanfic Ideas:

_ 2 Short scenarios based around Robert and Rebecca. The first is about a petstore and the second is about the beach: Link

_ Short one-shot fic. Rebert starts to fall into old habits and Rebecca has to navigate the negative situation: Link

_ Short scenario. Robert tells Rebecca about a new potential danger to the city: Link

_ Monster Hunter AU Scenario: Link

_ Long scenario, Whump. Robert is ambushed while getting a package for a friend: Link

_ Long scenario. Robert does on a date. it goes great until it doesn't: Link

_ A series of 4 short hurt/comfort scenarios. Two are based around Robert's life post-move. And 2 are based around Renfield's life pre-movie: Link

_ Short Scenario. Robert works through the pain and exhaustion after the Dracula battle: Link

_ Short Scenario. Renfield/Willy's Wonderland crossover: Link

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Fanart:

_ A simple pic of Robert with flowers: Link

_ Renfield and his litwick: Link

[ariesqueencobra]

about me

hi! i started this blog recently because i want to write some cobra kai fics! here's a little bit about me!

i love cobra kai, obvi, i've rewatched the show about six times already

i'm obsessed with xolo maridueña

i enjoy listening to the lone lobos podcast

i think sam and demetri have a cute friendship

chris is a funny and underrated character

i HAVE watched the original trilogy and it only made me love the series even more

i will not tolerate any sam slander or any slander on female characters for that matter!

johnny and carmen are my loves

amanda is so freaking funny

there is not one cobra kai character i don't like, i honestly think all of the characters are strong individually and are so interesting and well-rounded on their own

besides cobra kai, i like....

anything superhero (big fan of blue beetle)

i like the try guys (without a recipe = christmas time)

i love the sims (i spend three hours creating a sim and six hours building a house to play for twenty minutes)

i love reading (romance books are my ride or die, i'm a hopeless romantic, what can i say?)

i love painting my nails (holo taco for those who know)

i'm a fairycore/cottagegirl girly (anything with a mushroom on it really)

i love tinkerbell movies

cinderella is my favorite disney princess

my love for pomegranates have made a big chunk of my personality (idk why)

i paint in my free time

spider-man is my favorite superhero

if i could have any power, it would be pyrokinesis

i'm mexican

i'm bisexual (no homophobes on this blog)

jenna ortega, chloe bailey, keke palmer and renee rapp are the most beautiful women to ever walk the planet

i love mean girls

musicals are my fave (i do need to watch more though)

[zoophagist]

My main take on "Renfield" is that for a movie that was supposed to focus on trauma/abuse, they sure defanged their characters a whole lot. So your Renfield doesn't have any explicit psychiatric trauma and goes to serve Dracula just because his wife and kid have gotten annoying. Willingly. You have a Dracula whose attacks are never sexual and who actually kinda-sorta gives a damn about someone. And the familiar magic doesn't even have any side-effects worth writing home about. Also Teddy Lobo is a bae and he deserves more than this antisemitic narrative all the goys have eaten up because "he's so pathetic uwu"

^^^ real. i said it the second i came back from the premiere but teddy lobo was the only bitch in this movie with true renfield energy. tedward deserves respect and also many fanfics.

yeah, on the whole though.... i think they were much too worried about appealing to a mainstream action audience and didn't let the project do the fun, weird, dark things it could have been capable of. i get what they wanted to say with the "you chose this willingly and you need to take back your agency willingly" (i do. i REALLY, really get it) but that is a silly thing to say about familiars - that you gave dracula your power and you need to take it back for yourself. like. materially, no. and RE: the wife and child - yes, that's something i found phoned in. i kept waiting for another shoe to drop about that family relationship that explains what drove renfield to dracula or made it more interesting (at least when barbara hambly did the wife and child shtick in 'renfield: slave of dracula' it had a fun, fucked up twist in the end!) but it really just never came. they just existed and he just left them to go be dracula's twink-on-demand. for fun. messed up that that's not even played for laughs OR homoeroticism. dw it's still inherently gay tho. falsettos vc: so the situation's this (i do not wish to offend) - i divorced my wife, i left my child, and i ran off with a friend :)

i definitely understand your take. i think i never expected it to go that hard in the darkness so i wasn't as let down, but the glimpses of something more serious or dark were the moments i enjoyed most. the ren/drac confrontation in renfield's apartment, for instance, that lets dracula really command the space and show us what's kept renfield stuck for 90 years. but alas, only glimpses of the movie this could have been in a better timeline.

[just-some-random-blogger]

meow meow, hottie cutie!! yeeeah!! i'm back! i love these cringey memey things TT older people here always tend to send them but children just can't appreciate it. 'you didnt send me smth yesterday so i wondered' oh so cute you wait for my love letters sm. today your one was the first thing i've seen. it's always such a good start for the day. and it's always my pleasure to answer you, my love <з 'im glad youre eager to read them' i'm eager to read literally anything you write. take all the time you need, it's totally okay. pls don's feel pressed about it. you owe me literally nothing so.. yeah. everything's fine. you should enjoy writing, after all. 'MENTALLY DEBATING ABOUT ENDING THIS WITH SOMETHING REALLY BAD' OH WOW YOU WANT TO KNOW MY ABSOLUTELY NEW IDEA ABOUT THE HAPPY END?? lol sorry i feel like i needed to 'WE THINK SO ALIKE BESTIE' AJFIJFKFJ one big brain cell bestie TT 'so good at all this analyzing' THANKS i'm gonna show it to my teachers TT 'imma just tell you' yk where to find me *winking emoji pls* but you promised another 10 parts bestie, rise and shine lol 'your assumptions usually hit the nail on the head' TT OMG I'M HONORED imma make my literature teacher sign up tumblr.com, read this modern!daemon au and read your answers *angry emoji pls* you love me too much TT no but WHY i've just had an image of reader telling her bothering ex "i knew we won't stay together for the.. rest of our lives" in a cold voice with a bitch face?? sorry it just happened. can we continue this pun thing TT and i've made the decision to send you love letter with the reaction to part 3 non-anonymously. it really is NOT supposed to like motivate you or anything. just me trying to fight my social awkwardness *star eyes emoji pls TT sorry* please don't feel pressed. ever. to write anything. take your time, enjoy your life. i'm sure you know it, but i'm here to remind you. you are loved anyway, and if someone needs you to do something for it, i can bite their head off. how are you doing in general? how is your study? how are the cats? meow meow? but if you eventually are interested in any daemon ideas... let me know. have a nice day!! love you!! never do anything you're not really interested in!! take care!!

HELLO MEOW MEOW

have a puss in boots gif because the film was aMAZING. CINEMA. UGH. IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED IT I PERSONALLY VOUCH FOR IT I LOVE IT SO MUCH LOBO MY LOVE UGH SO GOOD AND PERRITO UGH

meow meow, hottie cutie!! yeeeah!! i'm back! i love these cringey memey things TT older people here always tend to send them but children just can't appreciate it.

HAHAHAHAH my grandmas send me them so its just so funny to me HAHAAHH i find the cringyer it is to me, the more they like it AHHAHH

'you didnt send me smth yesterday so i wondered' oh so cute you wait for my love letters sm. today your one was the first thing i've seen. it's always such a good start for the day. and it's always my pleasure to answer you, my love <з

🙄🤬 you calling me cute does smth to me 😌 but i accept, because i AM cute ✨ ofc course i would wait for you duHH!! 😡😡😡😡 i always start my day with your love letters so, its always a pleasure to answer you too

'im glad youre eager to read them' i'm eager to read literally anything you write. take all the time you need, it's totally okay. pls don's feel pressed about it. you owe me literally nothing so.. yeah. everything's fine. you should enjoy writing, after all.

🥺🫶🫶🫶 im glad the people pleaser in me responds to kindness so <3 im honored to have someone like you read my works <3 i dont feel pressed but it sucks when i wanna write smth but i cant T_T

'MENTALLY DEBATING ABOUT ENDING THIS WITH SOMETHING REALLY BAD' OH WOW YOU WANT TO KNOW MY ABSOLUTELY NEW IDEA ABOUT THE HAPPY END?? lol sorry i feel like i needed to

SHORE GIMME GIMME [GRABBY HANDS]

^^^ gimme gimme by nct127 HAHAH

'WE THINK SO ALIKE BESTIE' AJFIJFKFJ one big brain cell bestie TT

REAL

'so good at all this analyzing' THANKS i'm gonna show it to my teachers TT

??????????????? HUH HAHAHHAHH ok ???? HAHAHAHAHAHAH

'imma just tell you' yk where to find me *winking emoji pls* but you promised another 10 parts bestie, rise and shine lol

no i actually dont know where to find you and can only really send you replies if you send me an ask so HAHAHAHAH. and ur so right i did say 10 part ASLHlFASHFLASFhasfaFSAF HAHAHAH idk if i will literally reach 10 part but GOSH DAMN I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR THIS FIC T_T

'your assumptions usually hit the nail on the head' TT OMG I'M HONORED imma make my literature teacher sign up tumblr.com, read this modern!daemon au and read your answers *angry emoji pls* you love me too much TT

HAHAHAHH ok i will wait for your lit teacher HAHAHHAHH also there is so such thing as loving too much. here are your angry emojis 😡😡😡🤬🤬🤬😈😈😈👿👿👿👺👺👺👹👹👹

no but WHY i've just had an image of reader telling her bothering ex "i knew we won't stay together for the.. rest of our lives" in a cold voice with a bitch face?? sorry it just happened.

NAH LITERALLY SAME BRAIN CELL HAHAHAHAH HASLIFASHF I MIGHT WRITE IT NOW OMG UR AND ME AND THAT ONE COLLECTIVE BRAINCELL WE SHARE and stop apologizing T_T

can we continue this pun thing TT and i've made the decision to send you love letter with the reaction to part 3 non-anonymously.

YES I LOVE PUNS AND ALSO ???????? NON ANONYMOUS I- HASHASH>HAHDA>DH>A>DAS HIHIHIHIHIHII IM SO EXCITED LASFASFHAHSFHASFHAS NOW I HAVE TO WRITE P3 FR FR AHSHSA:LHDASDHASHH

it really is NOT supposed to like motivate you or anything. just me trying to fight my social awkwardness *star eyes emoji pls TT sorry*

STOP MY ARE YOU READING MY MIND 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 lETS GO MY LOVE FIGHT THE SOCIAL AWKWARDNESS FIGHT THE POWER

please don't feel pressed. ever. to write anything. take your time, enjoy your life. i'm sure you know it, but i'm here to remind you. you are loved anyway, and if someone needs you to do something for it, i can bite their head off.

but ur so sweet and my people pleaser cells are going crazy i can bite anyone who pressures me myself im luv u

how are you doing in general?

im doing good! im excited to exercise after my classes hahah

how is your study?

lol i have this song i have to study and its so high because im the designated soprano since no one else can be T_T HAHAH its fine

how are the cats? meow meow?

ever since we moved theyve been with my dad in our old house so T_T idk, i think they're still being princes and asking for warm food and waking my dad up during his naps for absolutely no reason T_T cos the moment you give them attention they're like 'OK HANDS FF LOSER ONLY *I* can touch you smh'

but if you eventually are interested in any daemon ideas... let me know.

IM ALWAYS INTERESTED IN YOUR DAEMON IDEAS WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT SEND THEM TO ME RIGHT NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

have a nice day!! love you!! never do anything you're not really interested in!! take care!!

I LOVE YOU I WONT DO ANYTHING I DONT WANT TAKE CARE AS WELL

xxx

[georgesportsjournalismri]

The Ocean State Sports Connoisseur

The Rhode Island sports world consists of lots of great athletes that deserve to be recognized, and Brendan McGair of the Pawtucket Times and Woonsocket Call is the man who’s been doing it for the past decade. McGair is a native of Pawtucket, Rhode Island who attended Providence College in the early 2000s but did not major in journalism as it was not an offered course by the school. He interned for a newspaper in Newport, and it landed him a job with the Pawtucket Times directly out of college covering the Pawtucket Red Sox mainly from 2005 until their move to Worcester just a couple of years ago. This was a dream for McGair, an avid baseball and New England sports fan, who got to cover his hometown team and watch the rise of guys like Mookie Betts and Xander Bogaerts through the red sox minor league system. He covers all high school sports but mainly baseball, football, and a little bit of basketball for the northern towns of Rhode Island. He also covers the Patriots, Red Sox, and Celtics throughout their respective seasons. McGair cherishes his time as a sports journalist as it opens up avenues for others in the realm of sports and is very passionate about highlighting young athletes aspiring for greatness. McGair highlights that his love for sports and writing helped evolve him into the role he possesses today while noting some of the most notable players he has covered and why he believes he is making a difference for others.

: Hello, this is Brendan.

B: Hello.

A: Yes, hello.

B: Is this McGar?

A: George.

B: How are you? How are you doing?

A: What's up, buddy? How are you?

B: I'm good, thank you. Before we get into it, I just want to explain a little about this project I have to do, just so you understand a little bit more about it. It's basically, I'm taking a media writing class, and we basically have to, like, create, like, a blog post and then, like, a photo essay, basically about any topic in media. And I just. I chose to do sports writing as it's something I'm passionate about. And I thought there was no one better to get your opinion on it than you, considering you covered us for years and all that stuff.

A: Yeah.

B: So, yeah, absolutely.

A: Anything for you.

B: Thank you. Thank you very much. So, first off, I just want to know how you got into sports journalism. I know you started with the Pawtucket Red Sox, correct?

A: Yeah, I did. I mean, I went to PC. They didn't have a journalism program, so I. I interned at the Newport Daily dues, and I was fortunate I graduated from school. I grad. I got a job right out of it. And, you know, I been at Pawtucket time since 2005. And, you know, I guess they could say the rest is say is history.

B: Yeah. Coming up on 20 years there. Yeah. And so, I'm assuming, have you always been passionate about sports journalism? Like, when did you figure out that was, like, something that you wanted to do?

A: So, I mean, I started writing for my college paper and I covered hockey at PC, so I was, you know, I kind of always enjoyed watching the game from, you know, having a critical eye, so to speak, and observing everything.

B: Yeah.

A: And I thought, you know, I enjoy writing, and I was like, you know, it's. It's still could be a way to be involved in games I love and, you know, telling great stories and. And I didn't think it would get to be this point, but, you know, Lobo, hold. Here we are.

B: Yep. Yep. Now, besides, I mean, obviously, Cumberland high school run two years ago. What are some of, like, the notable runs or players that you've really covered?

A: Let's see. Oh, God. So, you know, if you want to go through, like, the PawSox people, you know.

B: Yeah.

A: You know, I covered, I covered, like, Mookie Betts, Xander Bogarts, John Lester. You know, all those guys went on to, you know, win championships in Boston. Well, yeah, yeah, actually, at Lester did. Um. Uh, so those were. Guys were special. Uh, I'm trying to think the high school. Well, I can't. Well, we can always say Jack Larose, but that'd be a stretch of truth, probably. Uh, yeah.

B: Yeah. I mean, in a couple years, that. That name will be pretty notable, so.

A: That's huge. Trying to think. Who else? I mean, you know, even I. Okay, I get a perfect example. Jayden Struble. He played up a couple of American little League teams that went down World Series ten years ago, and now he's, you know, I guess he's hurt right now, too. I think I saw him scratch.

B: Yeah. Yeah, I don't think. I don't think he's playing either. I believe he got hurt in the offseason. Yeah.

A: Well, you know, he made it. He got drafted by the Canadians and he made it up there. So that's. That's a pretty unbelievable story.

B: Yeah, definitely. So just with all that, would you say that, like, baseball is, like, your favorite sport to cover?

A: Yeah. I mean, I would say because obviously the years that I had to do with the PawSox.

B: Yeah.

A: You know, that obviously. Legion. I always loved high school baseball.

B: Yeah.

A: And, you know, that's my go to. I mean, I do enjoy basketball a lot. You know, basketball in the winter. Yeah. In high school, too. But I would say baseball is probably my go to.

A: So, yeah, there's a, there's a lot of Uri kids. You know, obviously, it's a huge pipeline down there, but, yeah, I'm trying to think what else. What I, you know. You know, actually, one of my big memories of when I first started my first year at the time is when I was. I got to go to the NCAA tournament. When it was up in Worcester, TJ Sorrentino hit a huge shot.

B: Yeah.

A: Syracuse in the first round of the tournament. So it was an upset. I think it was a 512 or maybe a 413.

B: Yeah, it was one of the two. I vaguely remember this.

A: Yeah. So that was huge. That was a huge moment.

B: For sure. Now, what, over the years, do you think has helped you, like, progress as a. As a sports journalist and now you do. You do broadcast as well, right?

A: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I did a broadcast this afternoon. So, I guess one thing I've learned, it's like, you know, when I first started, it was just, you know, you go to the game, you write the story, you take a few phone calls from games you didn't go to, and you called it a night. Now it's like, you know, down there, see, there's the social media component that you're doing. Maybe there's a broadcasting element that is added to it. I guess. I guess the one thing that I would say is, like, you know, you got to keep adding tools to the toolbox. They talk about, you know, baseball players who can play multiple positions. So, kind of like, you got to be. You got to be the journalist back here, you know, not only. Right, but maybe take photos, as crappy as they might be of your cell phone, post to social media, you know, maybe even dabble in the broadcasting world.

B: Yeah, yeah. I think those. Those interviews you post of people really help, not just, like, the whole aspect of Rhode Island sports grow, and, like, people really understand, like, what's going through these kids heads. Like, I think that's, I mean, a great thing to do, especially last week with the. The rayon Ray interview. That was. That was very. That was good. That was cool to see.

A: Yeah, well, because, I mean, I actually did a story about it, but I'm going to post it for tomorrow. But I was um.

B: Got it.

B: Okay. Yeah. No, I mean anytime I can all. I can take any sort of pictures. Even if it's after the game of you interviewing someone or a picture of you. During the game or whatever it is. I only need a couple photos.

B: Got it.

A: Yeah.

B: Like severity. And that was. That was. We were technically part of the same catholic league. But weekly never. We didn't. We didn't cross over at all. Basically.

B: Yeah. No, for the better. I don't want to say I wasn't a fan of the last coach, but I wasn't a fan. I don't think a lot. I don't think a lot of people were. No, but. But, yeah, conferences are, definitely a thing in Massachusetts. It's all. It's all in a point system as well.

B: Yep. It's interesting because I feel like the system changes every single year, especially for football.

B: Yep. Now with sports journalism, just in a sense, what do you think are some of, like, the most important aspects of being a journalist? Like, what are some things you got to be really good at to succeed in your writing?

A: And I think, you know, I think, you know, you have to have an eye for detail. And, you know, I go back to maybe your first upper deck practice when I came to talk to you and JJ because, yeah, you know, I knew the story about you guys because, you know, I covered you enough, but you had to know the details in the sense that, okay, there's two kids who are coming off their freshman year, college, and they're joining a legion team. You know, a lot of these kids have kind of just covered off their high school season. They're kind of like their spring training, or is it. Did you guys, like, I asked you, like, did you guys work out the winter? Did you, what school ended? Is that what your ramp up period? Was it difficult to find, like a workout buddy or. Because, you know, JJ catcher, you're a pitcher with easy to do. You have to kind of know the details a little bit coming in. And I think you always have to have an observing eye, not just a critical eye, but observing eye as well.

B: Now, when you're going to these games, obviously, do you pick the games you go to or, like, your newspaper? That does it.

A: So. So I do. When I do the broadcast, what I do, I mean, I go to that game and I obviously, you know, it's usually one of my teams I cover, so it's kind of. It's determined for me. But, you know, if it's not a game that I don't have a broadcast or I want a responsibility to, I'll just go to myself. I'll just go to a game that I just picked.

B: Got it. Got it. Yep. Now, this summer is coming up, cover. Are you just going to be covering up Upper deck again or no?

A: Oh, yeah. I mean, it's going to be.

B: Obviously, it's going to be way different. Yeah, I know.

A: I don't know. I don't know how you know, because I chucked it up as a last dance for all you guys. I don't know how intensive, covering it like I was, but, you know, because it was a last hurrah, so to speak. It's kind of.

B: Yeah.

A: Who's going to be there, obviously, at this point?

B: Yeah, I don't.

A: Yeah, we don't even. I would assume maybe Kelly's the coach, but who knows?

B: Yeah, no, I think so. I think Kelly is the coach. I don't know if that's information I'm not supposed to share, but I'm almost.

B: Yeah. So, what do you think the impact sports journalism has on sports in general and just, I mean, society?

A: Well, I think there's two different ways to look at it. You can look at the local level, like, you know, when I go to an upper deck game or high school game, you know, you see all the parents, you know, and everything, and they know you're there. You know, they'll go get the paper. But at the professional level, like, say, if you go to Gillette Stadium or Fenway Park, you know, your kind of like the bridge between, you know, the team and the fans a little bit. It's a little more, you know, you're like the link or so to speak, because you have the quote unquote, inside access to go to the clubhouse, to go to the locker room to go to the press conferences. So, it's different. I guess it's based on, you know, where you are, what's, what's the setting, whether it's, you know, Chet Nichols field.

B: Or, or Fenway Park now with. Do you come to the Patriots at all or no.

A: Yes, I do.

B: Will you be at the game this Sunday or with the Drake Maye news or Okay, that's gonna be an interesting one. I think you might. I think you might get killed out there, but we'll see what happens.

A: I think you might get killed too, but that's. Well, I guess we'll reserve judgment. Maybe the offensive line will snap to focus, and something will be different. I tend to doubt it because. Yeah, they're a horrible unit, but.

B: Yeah, it's. It's pitiful to watch. It's really tough, for sure. All right, I don't think I have any more questions, but thank you very much for the call, and I'll see you on Friday.

A: Absolutely. Absolutely. Yep. I will see you Friday. Come to the booth and I.

B: All right.

A: I will assist.

B: All right. Thank you very much.

A: All right, George. Take care. Bye bye.

B: You as well. Bye.

[flingmetothemoon]

Marward fanfic - Soothe me to sleep

Movies: Dracula's Daughter (1936) and Renfield (2023)

Characters: Countess Marya Zaleska (DD), Tedward 'Teddy' Lobo, his sister Mandy, his henchmen, Robert Montague Renfield and Dracula (Renfield)

Relationships: Tedward Lobo/Countess Marya Zeleska and discussed Dracula/Robert Montague Renfield

Scenario inspiration: I wonder it would be like to write a setting where Teddy has a hard time adapting to living with monster life enough to not have a good beauty sleep. Which place are the characters having a vacation at? My idea is somewhere in Transylvania, but it's ultimately up to your imagination. I left the setting's location vague for that purpose! ^^

Summary: Teddy gets nervous sleeping out in the wilderness and finds Marya for security

Content warning: Mild language and mentions of Dracula being abusive

Now grab a snack, sit back, relax and enjoy reading! C:

He can't believe this is happening... Camping on a nice vacation away from crime shit in a closed system where he feels trapped in the most and Teddy can't fall asleep. He's been having this struggle for half an hour now.

It's not that he's cold. As a matter of fact, he actually feels too warm snuggling up to Ricky, Ronnie and Mandy in a huge wagon carried by six huge, magnificent alicorns belonging to the legendary Dracula family.

Rather it's the strange, eerie sounds from the distance striking fear in him. Howling wolves and misty winds along with occasional strange inhuman growling. He wonders if there are zombies wandering around nearby. Maybe he's just not used to sleeping in his cozy indoor bed back at home…

How is he going to sleep like this? Where is Dracula's daughter when he needs her?

Wait a minute…

“Maybe I should go to sleep with her instead so she could protect me…” Teddy muses to himself

A distant howl growing closer validates his intuition: Yes he should find security.

Good thing he's on the left edge of the snuggle puddle, making it easier for him to carefully roll off and lift the blankets off him with ease. And good thing he has no need to waste time putting clothes on, putting himself at risk of making more noise than needed, for he's already wearing maroon leopard-printed sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt, black cotton socks and gloves as his pajamas. All he needs to do left is throw on his black slip-on sneakers and quickly grab the keys to open the right side door.

He unlocks and pushes out the door slowly to reduce as little noise as possible. He takes one step down a wooden step and looks back to check if he woke anyone up. He did not, fortunately. Mandy and the boys are knocked out cold, blissfully unaware of the surroundings enfolding around them, with Ronnie even talking to himself in his sleep, sounding like he's mumbling about beer or something. How are they able to sleep through the uncomfortable noises coming from outside Teddy cannot fathom…

Now closing and locking the door equally carefully, Teddy begins taking a stroll out into the wilderness, hiding the keys onto his sweatpants pocket. He glances back to check out the alicorns. These alicorns truly are majestic!

These alicorns are no ordinary horses. They are bigger, stronger and faster. Their long, strong wings are like those of an owl, and its horns are two-pronged like a deer's horns, rather than a single central horn like the unicorns depicted in the media. Pretty creative if he says so himself. These horses really are supernatural monsters bred by magical experimenting as much as their vampiric owners are.

Teddy glances around as he continues strolling and does have to say the scenery sure is beautiful. A dark sky filled with a bunch of bright, twinkling stars with little light pollution, the bright pearlescent moon, the moonlight reflecting on the water and plants… At least he would've admired the scene more if not for his fear of potential dangers of sleeping out in the wilderness. Then again, not like the city he was raised in is exactly a paradise either.

Finally, there she is: The long haired pale woman clothed in royal red, purple and blue sitting on top of a tree, also admiring the scenery. He wonders what Marya is thinking about right now.

Little did he know that while he was struggling to fall asleep a few minutes ago, Marya too had troublesome thoughts that prevented her from having a good night's rest. While it's true she doesn't technically feel the same psychological need for eight hours of sleep throughout the night Teddy feels, she still likes to lay down and close her eyes during relaxation times.

Marya wonders how long ago it has been since she was like this: A cold-blooded bloodsucker creature raised to be the daughter of that man… Dracula… The man responsible for the misfortunes and suffering of many mortals and immortals alike for many years, impersonal even with his own servants, such as that… That Renfield…

She is still unable to fathom to this day how much self-loathing and lack of loyalty that young man must’ve had to leave his wife and daughter to grovel at the feet of a man who could literally rip his face off, snap his neck, maim him limb to limb and reduce his organs and bones to pure ash and he would come back to continue to worship the ground the vampire walks on like a maniac as if none of it ever happened, as if he is some sort of God, despite her many years of experience of living with him showing time and time again that Dracula is anything but godly.

If anything, Dracula has more of a personality of the Devil than God. He is cruel, abusive, manipulative, narcissistic, violent, unstable-tempered, views everyone but him as mere valueless ants. Living with him day by day felt like being in hell. Now whether that Renfield is still alive or not to this day, she doesn't know – Nor care quite frankly.

And now that she herself has found a new friend that goes by the name of Tedward Lobo, her new fear is he will suffer the same fate if he were to meet Dracula. He had expressed a desire to partner up with the vampire before. His reasoning is that if the Draculas and Lobos teamed up, they each get twice as powerful, inspire more fear and respect amongst more citizens, travel the world with their majestic wagons, and his mother will never have to worry about the future of the family business ever again!

How did that young wolf put that much thought into such a scenario like this? The problem is that's not what Marya wanted. She wants to inspire pity, not fear. Not only that, but his fantasy sounded so unrealistic it sounds better off staying as a mere fantasy.

There's also the fact that Marya doesn't have full faith in Dracula's world domination plans. He is certainly powerful that's for sure, but he's also older, socially inept, demanding and too lazy to find his own food instead of relying on younger servants to do his bidding for him. Marya isn't upset at Teddy for not knowing the whole story, but she worries he's placing really high hopes on a guy who, in spite of his power and influence, really isn't that great.

…Perhaps that's how life is going to be for her for now on... She is doomed to live a long, miserable life where everyone around her throws their arms onto her abuser for their personal gain and eventually die and be reduced to dust while her soul remains forev-

“Hey, my Dracy baby?”

She opens her glossy eyes upon hearing a familiar voice interrupt her and turns her head to see him “What do you need?”

“Hey umm- Shit-” Teddy hated having to look up at a strong woman that has a power advantage over him with such big wet eyes. He hated appearing to be a warm and soft emo instead of a cold and tough bad boy who is the ruler of the town and has it all together. It's embarrassing as fuck! His eyes shift down to the ground as he tries with all of his might to keep them from pooling. “I-I'm too scared to sleep…”

Marya's right ear perks upwards slightly as she wonders what could possibly disturb this young wolf’s slumber during such a quiet, peaceful night. “Scared about what?”

“Well, I-I keep hearing weird noises outside, and they sound terrifying… I worry they're gonna come and fucking eat me damnit…!” Teddy lamented, trying really hard to shove fear and sadness down under control so as to not make the vampire woman view him through judgmental or less manly lenses. Why is he getting so emotional all the sudden? Perhaps the Quincy break up incident trauma kicked in?

Even without telepathic abilities, Marya can still zoom in her cat vision to read into the broken soul of those big wet brown eyes: A typical rich kid, seemingly given everything he could ever possibly ask for – Money, a mansion, comfortable furniture, flashy gifts, designer brand clothing, weapons, – What else could he possibly ask for?

Affection. Attention. Validation. Human needs. Love. Emotional support. These were the ingredients this lonely boy was missing.

Jumping off the tree and gently floating down to the ground in her cloudy skirt parachute, Marya strokes her freezing cold fingers onto Teddy's warm skin to brush an ungelled hair lock off of his distressed eyes.

Something about the colliding of contrasting temperatures cause by the woman's touch completely lowered his emotional barriers and hot tears start escaping from his pretty eyes

“Sorry… I-I didn't mean to-” He mutters under his shaking sobs. Each passing second, the wolf feels so embarrassed that he would allow anyone to see him in such a state like this, let alone a woman who isn't his mom.

Marya on the other hand doesn't feel that way. She's familiar with such a feeling for as long as she can remember. “What's the point of worrying, Teddy? There's no shame in feeling fear. It's a human emotion we all have at some point of time.”

Ironic that these words are coming from a supernatural creature most of humanity wouldn't consider as human. Then again Teddy, a mobster known for being a drugged up rage monster, rarely ever gets a chance to feel human back in New Orleans. He doesn't remember the last time anyone ever told him those words in such a caring tone before.

“M-Marya, Can I… Have a-” He can feel his face redding from what he's about to ask her. “-Hug please…?” He can't believe he asked a vampire for a hug! It's humiliating enough for a grown man, who is also a thug, to ask another grown person for a hug, but asking a vampire? Of all creatures? He must've gone insanely fucked in the head to do that! What would that vampire think of such a stupid request?

The vampire is surprised. No one has asked her for a hug in a LONG time! No one would DARE make such a request for a vampire unless they're a truly affectionate familiar. Now that makes her wonder… Has Dracula and Renfield ever hugged before? She honestly doesn't remember a time she saw them do. Their “affection” with each other usually consists of strange punishments and God play.

Nonetheless, she smiles. “Your request is granted with pleasure” She wraps her arms around Teddy without hesitation, pulling him closer to her body. The contrasting body temperatures collide again. Teddy's warmth warms Marya's gloomy cold and Marya's chill cools off Teddy's fiery hothead.

Marya realizes that her crimson eyes are also welling with tears. Why? Did she miss hugs that much? Is she that happy to give love and affection to a wounded soul who asked for such things? It doesn't matter, she is so happy to give physical affection, she's not even concerned about Dracula for now.

Teddy's sobs slowly dwindles down and his once tense composure relaxes. He is so happy that the vampire doesn't look down on him for his weaker side. He's so happy, he's not even flinching at the nearby howling that can still be heard in the distance. He is reassured that Marya is his guardian angel and won't let any scary monsters harm him.

“Marya, can I-” He yawns, beginning to feel his body finally grow into a tired weariness, a feeling he wished he felt if not for his fear half an hour ago. “-Sleep in your arms tonight…? I feel safe with you.”

“Your second request is granted with absolute pleasure, for it seems my night won't be a lonely one either” It's been almost 100 years of her life since Marya felt her cold heart lighten from feeling loved. She carries her new Lobo friend bridal style and hops bullet-speed fast and high back to her tree spot and sits back, still carrying him onto her arms and stroking his clammy forehead in order to soothe him to sleep.

Teddy yawns, his now tired eyes fighting to stay awake. “Don't you think you should carry me back to the others so they don't worry about me when they see I disappeared?”

The Lobo was right, Marya didn't think about that. But she reassures “At best, they'll most likely assume you're merely out searching for breakfast. But if it makes them feel better, I'll put you back with them when the sun comes out so I don't burn into ashes”

Now something else just occurred to him, “Would they be safe out there by themselves too? What if something happens to them while I wasn't around to protect them?”

“They're safe too, Teddy, I made sure to mark my blood on the wagon so potential enemies can smell me from a mile away as a way of letting them know to keep a good distance away from us” If Teddy wasn't struggling to not fall asleep right on the spot, he would be a bit worried that the female Dracula family member was cutting herself just to mark her territory.

But as she looks down at him upon noticing his lack of response, he has already fallen asleep, snoring sweet nothings to himself. Marya slightly chuckles to herself, finding his snoring amusing. She resumes relaxing and scenery-gazing throughout the night.

“Thank you, Adonai and Azrael.” The young woman is convinced that this young man is an answer to her prayers.

THE END

You can also read it on AO3 and DeviantART

It's 50% not intentional, but I love how while I was halfway of writing this, this story shows that while Teddy self-proclaims himself as the Yin to Renfield's Yang in a rivalry sense, personality and symbolic wise, he actually would be the Yang to Marya's Yin in a more intimate sense.

Kudos to castleofcuntdracula for providing the Yin/Yang dynamic example image in the Rebecca Quincy post! :3

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Why reading your rewritten work feels like reading something new? Maybe I'm just excited to read your writing again... I hope your writing block is better now and you can enjoy writing again!

Oh, also!!! What do you think of ATE? Which song is your favourite? ~ 🖤

thank you, bby💜💜💜 i really appreciate you saying that. one of the things i like of going back and reworking some of my stuff is being able to add some small and seemingly nonessential details (and also removing some questionable grammar choices....). if i read something of mine and i feel like it can be improved, i'll try to do it at some point lol

my block is, unfortunately, still going strong... i have a day or two a week (or every couple of weeks....) where i do manage to write some, but ooof... my brain... it's not cooperating.

it's fine. it'll come to an end eventually and i'll be able to get these stories out of my head once and for all.

regarding ATE!!

i think it's a good album overall. is it SKZ's best? honestly no. but i enjoyed it nonetheless! chk chk boom is such a catchy song and it really makes my inner latina happy (they call themselves lobos for crying out loud... they dID THAT FOR ME!!!). i love the visuals of the album itself??? like the two photoshoots make me feral for completely different reasons and i just really enjoyed them.

i don't think i've got a favourite song just yet 🤔 jjam is pretty good but i'm not sure if i'll call it my favourite? i also love how i like it sounds but the lyrics give me the biggest ick so i cant pick it as a favourite sidffhnsdf

what about you, bby? did you enjoy it?? do you have a favourite song??

[spectaculardistractions]

From Carlos Saura

Madrid, 10 November 1972

Dear Luis, It’s been such a long since I’ve had any news of you, I think it must be since you went back to Mexico just before Christmas 1971, in other words almost a year ago now. In all that time, I’ve been about to write to you so often, and maybe even did, I can’t remember, but in the end, I decided to wait to see you in person. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out, because when you were in Paris making The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie, I was in Madrid working on my latest film, Ana y los lobos, which, after endless ups and downs of all kinds, I have finally completed, although we are still waiting for the go-ahead from the censor to screen it in Spain. We’ll see…

I was finally able to see The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie a couple of days ago, in Geneva. And that is mainly why I’m writing. First, to say it is a wonderful film, possibly one of your best, if not your very best. Wonderful, Luis. I haven’t enjoyed myself so much for a long time. Not since The Milky Way, I think. This time, Luis, I think you have found the perfect balance between a whole series of things that, although they crop up in your other films, come together here to form a unified whole. And, most of all, it is your most naked film, in the sense that it is the most personal, or if you like, the film in which you reveal the most of yourself. And not only because there are so many allusions to your friends and yourself, but also because the memories (I imagine from childhood) have such strength and presence, and are inserted so boldly into the narrative that you have automatically taken that extremely difficult leap (to which I believe a good few of us are committed) from immediate reality to that other plane of imaginative, dreamt, or hallucinated reality. That marvellous leap where the lucid reality of traditional narrative turns to nightmare.

I don’t know, Luis, there are so many things I’d like to discuss with you. I hate writing. I find it really laborious and prefer not to do it. Although I do find it less difficult to write to you, if I’m honest.

I was a bit worried by the systemic presence of death in the film. Most of the dream-realities end in, or are interrupted by, death, generally violent deaths, even suicidal in some cases. I don’t recall such an, almost obsessive, presence of death in any of your other films.

In your case it soothes me to remember though that, as Octavio Paz said: ‘the fascination with death is not so much a trait of adulthood or of old age, but of youth.’

Luis, an enormous hug. Best wishes to your wife. I hope to see you very soon, Saura

[PS] and Gerarda.

Jo Evans & Breixo Viejo, Luis Buñuel: A Life in Letters

[zahri-melitor]

And I have read everything! Comments on the titles below, but overall this was a remarkably satisfying set of stories to pick up? Several titles where that run is on my list to read, a few others I just thoroughly enjoyed anyway.

Really only two things I strongly didn't care for (Bob, the Galactic Bum and Brooklyn Dreams); and Deathwish and The Batman Adventures I was seriously lacking in context for what was happening so couldn't really judge my response.

Good practice stretching the 'how to pick up an issue in a run I don't know' muscles.

Interesting way to take a look at what was being published. I think I'll do it again.

Action Comics #708: 1995 is a peak period of Superman comics. This is delightful. Not only does it have Scott and Barda (and thus a death trap for Scott to escape), but Clark starts the issue shaving with heat vision (and his shirt completely open in the bathroom, tits out), he’s head over heels for Lois, Lois can’t spell, their flirting is delightful as they discuss honeymoon options… yeah.

Also there’s a villain called Deathtrap who is using Apokolips technology to imprison Superman (Scott turning up is a bonus).

Aquaman #7: oh this is PAD Aquaman and has Koryak! …also this is when Arthur was still hot for Dolphin. Ah. Yes. Kako has been captured and there’s some Darkseid-worshiping demon beings causing problems? Also Garth’s gotten captured and tied up.

I enjoyed Koryak’s rage here. It was very satisfying.

Batman: Gotham Nights II #1: This is a Jim Ostrander miniseries! And oh, the emotions in it. This miniseries is about a handful of ordinary people in Gotham, some of whom live on a World's Fair fantasy of an amusement park called Little Paris built in the middle of the Gotham Harbour. I'm definitely going to come back for the rest of it.

If you love dramatic art of Gotham as a city, Mary Mitchell makes it look amazing.

Bob, the Galactic Bum #2: So this is very much a Lobo story. I tend to not enjoy them, and what's worse is this one has Alan Grant writing a very stereotypical cockney sort of space traveller who owes more than a little to both Red Dwarf and Hitchhiker's Guide.

Brooklyn Dreams #3: What's your patience for Jim DeMatteis's semi-autobiographical interrogation of a 40 something protagonist recounting the events of 1970 and his senior year at school, with a lot of literary and psychological references and asides?

It's a complete rambling wank, but I'm sure it appeals to some people.

Catwoman #19: Hello Jim Balent. Selina's costume gets torn to shreds in a plane crash at the start of the issue and stays that way.

Okay, Balent's horniness aside, in this fine comic written by Chuck Dixon, Selina travels to South America to *check notes* find an old Nazi base and invade their stockade to tape an interview with said Nazi (as both she and the dude are being blackmailed by fences). Yes, it's offensive, but in that way Dixon sometimes has that it almost comes back out the other side? These ancient South American Nazis are convinced that they're being attacked by The Bolsheviks, for instance (in the 1990s!) to which Selina responds "I'm not even registered to vote!"

Yeah.

Damage #11: oh yeah, as I read this I'm reminded that Grant is technically sorta Kate Spencer's uncle (well. not actually. but on paper he is because the Al Pratt-Sandra Knight-Iron Munro situation is. uh. complicated) and how confusing that whole family tree is because everyone has different surnames and half of them were adopted. (also that I do want to get around to this run).

Sure other things happen in this issue but as far as I'm concerned the most interesting aspect is all the family history shenanigans. Good issue to deepen my knowledge of it.

Deathwish #4: This is a Milestone comic. And it's drawn by J.H. Williams III! And as it's 4/4 in a mini I am extremely lost on what's going on. So I'm going to talk about J.H. Williams III here instead, who has some lovely detailed work, but has nowhere near evolved into his final form. The really interesting thing is he's starting to experiment with panel shapes but it's in the order of what for a normal comic artist I'd nod at approvingly, but for Williams is...so minor. Running the ribbon of music script around a page. The twisted stem of a rose becoming the edging of the other panels.

Really interesting to see such early work of his.

Robin #15: Dixon and Grummett time! This is immediately after the end of Prodigal and Troika, so Tim and Bruce are just re-establishing their dynamic together. In any case, this is the Arthur Brown plot where Steph's kidnapped and Arthur's blackmailed into planning crimes for a gang.

Delightful details I had forgotten: Tim manages to fly out to Blackgate this time! And speculates on why he's got the confidence! This is also the issue where Jack starts walking again, thanks to Dana. So Jack celebrates by taking Dana 'up to the lake this afternoon...for the weekend' and says he has to cancel taking Tim to the Knights game. Tim says he'll ask Dick to go with him instead. (guuuuh. Tim already being like 'sure Dad. Go out with Dana and prioritise your new girlfriend over me. I guess I'll just ask ~*~Dick Grayson~*~ to hang out with me since you won't'). Jack decides this is a sign of Tim's maturity (and not a comment on his lack of parenting skills).

Showcase '95 #3: featured in this issue are stories for Eradicator, The Question, and Claw. Amazingly for a Showcase issue, these all are one-shots.

I had to look up the context on the Eradicator story, but it's very tragic in that he's been merged with a scientist, Dr Connor, for reasons, but the public thinks he's KILLED Dr Connor and almost kills Dr Connor's two kids in this story but obviously can't and cries to himself afterwards that his kids hate him.

The Claw story has Claw and Meridian hanging out in a random bar in Alice Springs and given it's the Alice all I can think is that they're there to talk to American spies because of Pine Gap. Oh, the actual story? Some angst about Claw talking to his mother in Hong Kong, despite their family being separated.

And The Question? Well this one I actually have context on! Vic goes back to the orphanage where he grew up and runs into a bully he hated and one of the nuns from back then. Everyone had a bad time in the past and in the present.

The Batman Adventures #30: This is a lot of criminals telling origin stories of how they became criminals in the DCAU. I recognise none of them. I assume it makes more sense in context. Kelley Puckett wrote it, though!

The Saga of the Swamp Thing #152: my first thought was excitement over a Swamp Thing issue, but it's written by Mark Millar. Phillip Hester's on pencils however - I really scored a quality set of artists among this set.

In terms of the story - Swamp Thing is universe hopping and ended up in what I'd describe as your standard supernatural fantasy worldstate, with a detective noir overlay. He helps talk down a 'devolving' monster.

The Sandman #67: This is very late in The Kindly Ones. The Corinthian is taking Daniel to the castle in the Dreaming. Morpheus returns to his abandoned castle. This would be a hugely confusing issue to read without context, but fortunately I do have that. Mostly I'm enjoying Daniel the toddler and the vignettes I see by reading a single issue.

I've got an idea as I have a free evening and am feeling sort of wild:-

I'm going to generate a list of random dates between COIE and now.

I'm going to pull the list of DC comics released in that week.

And I'm going to report back on the comics after I read them.