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belles-non-wallpapering-content · 1 month ago

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Dracula and Mina E.S x FEM! Reader

Overture- Egon has to go to the mayor's annual Halloween party to babysit Venkman, but he's bringing you, and you just found the perfect costume

CWs- Checking each other out shamelessly, rented costumes, kissing, biting, this is actually just a love letter to Harold Ramis' teeth, because oh my god.

A/N- Day 10! Just about 1/3 of the way through and I still haven't decided between two Halloween costumes. Also I was generally picturing a short version of the red dress Winona Ryder wears in Bram Stoker's Dracula, just for reference. Lots of ruffles, a bustle, low cut, etc.

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Every year the mayor throws a huge halloween party, where he lets his rich and famous donors dress up, drink for free, and usually agree to give him more money. This year you and your boyfriend are going too, and he could not possibly be less enthused.

Peter leveraged invites from the mayor’s office as payment for a few public service ghost busting jobs, because he wanted to make fun of rich people and drink for free. A noble endeavor, but one Egon was not excited to babysit. Ray begged him to go, and after he agreed that Egon could bring you, he accepted.

You were over the moon. Even if you weren’t a big party girl, a costume party with your wonderful boyfriend was something you could never pass up. You started brainstorming costume ideas immediately, until you came up with the perfect idea.

Egon would be Dracula, and you would be his love, Mina. It was purely selfish, you got to wear a short, low cut red dress (Watching Egon get incredibly flustered over it), and you got to look at Egon in a suit with his hair pushed back. You declined getting him false vampire fangs, his naturally sharp teeth were arguably one of your favorite things about him–physically anyway.

You kept your lips sealed about what you’d both be wearing, but tonight was the night. After as many lie detector tests as he could get away with while you were half asleep, and some intensive snooping, he still couldn’t figure out what you wanted to be for the party. But when he got back to his apartment, while you were nowhere to be found, a garment bag was left on his bed. The suit was inside, with a note stuck to the outside. A hot pink sticky note that just said ‘No Biting 🖤’ written in your handwriting.

You started getting ready early. You wanted your makeup already done, and hair all set by the time Egon knocked on your door, you knew he’d be here well before you had to leave. He knocked more as a formality, then let himself in with the key you gave him.

You couldn't decide whether to swoon or laugh at Egon, walking fully serious through your apartment, with his little cape in hand, suit all done up.

“So no biting? None?” You knew that would get him riled up. But what fun would it be to just tell him what you were planning? He loved surprises.

“Mmm. I don’t know, this is kind of a work event for you, since we’re going with your coworkers and all.”

“This is only so that Venkman can get intoxicated and embarrass the mayor for fun, I don’t think professionalism is a concern.”

“Oh come on now, calm down. You haven’t even seen my outfit yet.” You winked at him and picked up the garment bag with your costume in it, and then closed yourself in the walk-in closet to change, leaving Egon to sit on your bed and wait. You took your sweet time pulling on the short, extravagant dress, and even longer pulling on the accompanying stockings you bought later.

“Could you help me lace up the back?” You called out as you opened the door, just as you were walking back out.

“Of course.” He agreed before he saw you, and he was immediately worried he wouldn’t remember how to tie a knot with how beautiful you looked. He was putting everything he had into focusing on the laces instead of how much he’d rather have no plans, and really forfeit the ‘no biting’ rule. He must’ve cleared his throat half a dozen times to try and reset his brain, just hoping to keep it together a little bit longer.

“So what do you think? I thought it could be a cute matching type thing, you know? Dracula and Mina.” He gave a wistful sigh, hands planted firmly on your hips.

“I cannot believe I agreed to go to this party, I’d much rather be able to stay home with you–in this– tonight.”

“So you like it?” You threw your arms around his neck, his cape in hand, pushing yourself even closer to him. He was just starting to recover from the shock of your costume choice, but the proximity got him flustered again.

“Yes– that–that is accurate.” But when he leaned in to kiss you, you leaned away, pulling back to wrap the ribbons of his cape around his collar.

He pouted intensely, but once you got the knot tied loosely, and tucked into the collar of his button up, you gave him two kisses. One on the lips, and then while he was still distracted and smiling, one on the tip of his nose.

He responded by letting himself fall forward, face first, until his mouth met your shoulder. He pressed one kiss before letting his teeth start to lightly sink into your skin.

“You are going to leave a mark, and I don't think I can handle the teasing from your coworkers. Even Ray was picking on me last time.” He didn’t come up from his leaned down position, but he did release his teeth long enough to get out a retort

“You’re the one who chose a vampire costume.”

“And I stand by that. Now let’s go, spend 20 minutes making fun of Peter, he’s probably already drunk by now. But then we can come back here. I have the costume until the 3rd.” You gently pushed him back up, cupping his face with your hand.

“I’ll clear my calendar.”

#ghostbusters egon #egon spengler x reader #egon spengler fluff #ghostbusters fanfiction #egon spengler

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see-arcane · 4 months ago

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WARNING: Spoilers for The Vampyres, Dracula, and "Clarimonde" below the cut.

Also a bit of knife-twisting of the metaphorical variety. (Not that it hurts any less than steel.)

Rather than throw myself into another scribbling digression to take a break from other scribbling digressions, I’ve scratched a story itch via the sketchbook. This is the result.

I’ve gotten questions about what happens to ‘Quinn Morse’ aka a certain knife-swinging solicitor who God, the Devil, and Death itself won’t let die after the events of The Vampyres. The obvious answer is: dude’s still doing the job appointed to him by the Powers That Be. Poor guy is stuck paying a Faustian due of wiping out the predatory undead before he can ever put down the blade and hop in the grave himself.

Enter Clarimonde, from Théophile Gautier’s short story of the same name (also “La Morte Amoureuse” “The Dead Leman” “The Dead Woman in Love”) who’s still out here breaking hearts and ruining sleep schedules. The girl’s an undead party queen and a romantic hedonist, but is so terrible at the vampire part of vampirism she regularly drops dead(er) from being too hesitant about taking blood and/or conscripting. She takes barely a drop of blood when she does get to it; though that sin was enough for her own heart and physical form to get broken with betrayal. She got better—corporeally, at least—and carried on.

Until she crossed paths with Mr. Tall Dark and Sold His Soul for Love. And vice versa, our good friend the ex-Victorian psychopomp has finally run into a vampire it would be immoral to slay just for the sake of erasing another undead ‘to-do’ off the list…even if she’s temporarily the only one in the world. And therefore the only barrier between himself and finally getting to rest with his loved ones. He doesn’t even have the impetus of killing to save someone’s life as an excuse. Damn it.

I won’t say I’m not thinking about fully scribbling out the bizarre/sweet/likely doomed companionship that could exist between these two love-powered angst machines. The idea’s got teeth, pun intended. Plus there’s definitely an itch to be scratched regarding my old headcanon that Clarimonde was the Pretty Girl in Piccadilly that Mina and Dracula nearly broke their necks trying to get an eyeful of once upon a time. There’s some loaded ammo there for Clarimonde to really test her safety by mentioning, ‘Hey, your wife would have wanted it. I know, I read her mind that one time. We can break out a Ouija board and confirm.’

But I am trying to reserve the bulk of my writing juice for the current Big Project, so it’ll have to be something to poke at around the corners for now. Just wanted to share the concept with folks who might be interested.

Also, some deleted dialogue:

Clarimonde, posing in her sheerest funeral veil: “So, what are your thoughts on casual intimacy?”

Jonathan, sharpening the kukri: “I’m a big admirer of the praying mantis’ approach.”

Clarimonde: “The male’s or the female’s?”

Jonathan: “Either.”

Clarimonde: “So no romancing unless it’s to pull some psychosexual chess master mess on a villain?”

Jonathan: “Supposing the villain in question used said intimate betrayal on their own victims, yes. Also, they’d know something was wrong if I was ‘immune to their charms’ and—what’s this?”

Clarimonde, handing over several centuries’ worth of letters: “Documented evidence from members of aristocracy and clergy that I am a nefarious succubus in need of punishment for my preying on the morals and hearts of pious citizens. Look, they even included illustrations of how they’d do it.”

Jonathan: “…And were these documents attached to deliveries of jewelry or just sacks of gold?”

Clarimonde: “Both. On account of my evil coercing them into it.”

Jonathan, handing the letters back in a portfolio: “I’m afraid your villainy does not qualify for my services at this time. You’ll have to reapply with one or more proofs of murder and/or predation upon mortal innocents at a later date.”

Clarimonde:

#this has been chewing on my brain for a bit so I had to get it out #the vampyres #c.r. kane #clarimonde #theophile gautier #dracula #the vampyre #my art #my writing #quinn morse

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onestepbackwards · 1 year ago

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Love That Bites Pt. 9

Hiiii! Welcome to part 9 of my Dracula x Reader fic! I hope you enjoy this chapter, though I apologize if it feels kinda wonky. I finally got a new pc built during writing, and a bunch of other stuff has happened. It was hard to piece it all together with so much happening in my life. I hope you all enjoy it though! Just in time for Nocturne to release :D Summary: After arriving in Dracula's castle, you can't help but feel you are in a dream, though you certainly wish it was to avoid the awkward air. Meanwhile, Dracula contemplates his next moves. After all, he's sure he's bound to be the center of the world's gossip mill when they find out he's caring for a Belmont.

CW: Anxiety, references to bad home life, injuries mentioned, blood drinking

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Sorting his affairs turned out to be a much more annoying endeavor than Dracula originally intended.

Despite this, he wasn’t all too surprised.

For the past few centuries, despite being the King of the Night, he has had very little presence in paranormal societies.

Every time he had been revived since this cursed cycle began, he had barely been alive long before a Belmont or some other hero would come and battle him to the death.

Even if for all intents and purposes he was the King of Vampires, he has had little or no time to rule.

He absentmindedly swirled his glass, before taking another sip.

There were two probable scenarios because of this.

Vampire covens and supernatural communities were in chaos.

Or-

They were in various communities across the globe, staking territory. He doubted any of them would be happy he was back to rule.

No one liked their own power to be threatened, after all.

Even when he was actively King, vampire covens and paranormal communities weren’t always happy to serve him. Many just did for his power, or the safety he offered.

Some felt the call of power from him and Castlevania itself. Others are uniquely tied to him and his castle. Those ones he hardly had to worry about.

No, he had a feeling his return wouldn’t be as happily accepted outside his usual circles. Most would probably only lend him an ear since he was Death’s master, and Chaos’ champion.

Did not mean they would be cooperative or happy.

He let out an agitated sigh. No doubt being killed over and over made him appear weak. Dracula suspected many would be aiming for his throat and his throne.

Nevermind the fact he was almost always slain just after being revived, before his powers ever had a chance to settle.

And he was sure many underestimated the power of the Belmonts. He may have always just woken up around each battle, but each Belmont still had power beyond belief.

“What a nuisance.” He muttered, downing more blood.

While normally he would handle this himself, he couldn’t afford to sit idly and wait for such pathetic attempts on his life and power from want-to-be rulers.

Dracula had a guest this time. He had you.

Back when his precious Lisa had still been alive, he had been alive for several centuries at that point. Almost every underling knew she was off limits, lest they desire something more painful than death itself.

Even those he knew wanted his head knew better than to go for his wife.

Lisa had been left alone by his servants and other creatures of the night. Ironic how it was the humans that took her from him.

The gall and irony humans had to call him and his own monsters after that. Bah.

The glass in his hand cracked, and he looked at it in annoyance.

Banishing it, another drink was brought to him as he continued to think.

Things were different this time. At least back then, no one dared to lay a finger on his wife. But now?

He had no doubts a target would be on both his head, and the Little Belmont’s.

Dracula was sure word was already spreading across the castle, and no doubt would soon do so to other communities nearby.

‘The Dracula? Taking in another human?’

He can already imagine the gossip.

The scowl on his face darkened.

It would only be a matter of time before word reached across the globe.

He knew you could take care of yourself, sure. You had told him several stories of hunts you had when he had been imprisoned, usually involving the death of a beast hunting innocents.

However, there was no way in hell you would survive in your current state. Whatever had happened, had intended to either permanently harm, or to kill you.

Dracula’s free hand gripped his throne tight, and he felt the arm of it splinter slightly.

How you received those injuries was a whole different issue that he would have to investigate later on. An issue he planned on thoroughly going over.

So for now, you were under his official protection while you healed.

Unless of course, you decided to go against your word. Though, Dracula heavily doubted you would do so.

You really were different then those who came before you.

This would not be easy, but when had it ever been? He was just thankful you knew how to defend yourself, and had the means to do so.

Once word got out, and you were healed, he also had suspicions you would be hunted. Either as a Belmont, Dracula’s human, or a ‘traitor’.

He may not have been privy to any sort of personal information regarding hunters and their circles, but he knew back a few centuries ago, helping out a ‘monster’ was a death sentence. It did not matter if they didn’t wish to harm humans, simply helping a beast was an act against god and humanity itself.

Hunters and the church considered such a person no better than the very beasts they hunted at that point.

Dracula doubted that sentiment was completely gone, even now in more modern times.

Reaching up, Dracula pinched the bridge of his nose in thought.

He had someone making potions for you at least. Hopefully you wouldn’t be badly injured for too long.

After that, he wondered if you would be opposed to staying here at his castle? You didn’t seem disgusted by it, nor did the castle seem to try and push you away like it did other intruders.

Those who were not welcome usually felt such pushes on their mind and body. Only the strong willed could push onwards past it.

Even his castle seemed to see you as a guest.

The castle bent to his will, sure, but it was still a being of Chaos. This small revelation also intrigued him, how such a being seemed not to mind your presence.

Perhaps it was that it also didn’t consider you a threat? It was obvious you currently had no intentions to fight him.

Dracula’s eyes narrowed, a presence pulling him out of his thoughts.

The room grew darker, and a familiar figure rose from the shadows. It flew around his throne, before giving a bow in front of him.

“Good to see you back, Master.”

Death.

Dracula looked over the divine being that had worked under him for centuries. His second in command, his devout lieutenant.

Dracula gave the being a brief nod of acknowledgment, and Death rose.

Even after all the deaths Dracula had endured, Death itself still remained loyal after all these years. He supposed he should count it as a blessing now.

“Report?” Dracula then idly asked, drinking from his glass.

“Things are running smoothly. Everyone is settling in quickly, as usual my lord.”

Dracula hummed.

“Good. Good.” He mumbled, mind still partially elsewhere.

A moment passed, and Death gripped his scythe.

“Master, if I may be so bold…”

Dracula held back a sigh, already having an inkling to what he was going to say.

“Do you think it is wise to have a hunter, let alone a Belmont residing in the castle?”

There it was. He knew his subordinates would be asking sooner or later. He wasn’t particularly surprised Death was the first to make an inquiry.

“They pose no threat. This Belmont is… different from the others. I would like to speak with them properly about our standing with one another as soon as they are recovered.”

He then looked Death in the face.

“They are not to be harmed while under my care. Do I make myself clear?”

Death studied him for a moment, probably wondering if he had a few screws loose, before nodding his head.

“As you wish, milord.”

Death was silent, and a beat passed. Dracula hoped his warning managed to sink into the other entity’s skull.

He was no stranger to the fact Death was his most avid supporter. Although Death had always followed his orders, the entity didn’t shy away from making its own decisions if he felt it was best for his master.

Staying within Dracula’s orders, but bending the rules just enough to do his own thing if he could get away with it.

Typically Dracula didn’t mind. Death was his most trusted lieutenant for a reason.

However, he couldn’t help but feel Death may try and get around this one rule if it felt it was best.

As much as he hated it, he would have to keep an eye on all his close subordinates.

Dracula tried not to focus on the growing migraine building in his head.

“Now, what of the vampire covens across the earth?”

Death gave him a subtle crooked grin, and Dracula had a sinking feeling he would need another drink before returning to see you.

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Dracula’s castle was far more pleasant than you would like to admit.

Your brain was in and out of a fog, but even then you could appreciate just how nice the guest room and washroom alone were.

You almost felt like royalty with how classy and intricate the rooms were, and how they had convenient modern touches.

Never had you stayed somewhere so elaborate and fancy. All the hotels you have been in couldn’t even come close to compare.

Even now as you laid in the giant bed with its soft, velvet sheets, you couldn’t help but be amazed.

Kinda ironic, the home of your ‘enemy’ was way better than any place you had ever stayed at.

Besides maybe your own home before your step family took over, you supposed, though that was a long time ago.

Slowly rolling onto your back, you winced as your wounds flared and your stomach churned. You continued to admire your setting.

The bed had a beautiful silk canopy around it, and you still couldn’t help but be enamored by it.

Or by it all, really. Even if it was a bit overwhelming.

…Just how long has it been?

You had been in and out of sleep, occasionally slipping into a doze before startling awake. The time was lost to you.

In retrospect, you couldn’t help it. Your instincts were going haywire from… well, everything.

The bed and sheets were nice at least. Almost too nice.

You were used to your old sheets, or stiff bed sheets you’d find in cheap hotels.

Not soft satin sheets and pillows that were as fluffy as a cloud.

There was also the glaring fact you were in monster territory. Despite how nice the decor was, it was something on the back of your mind also keeping you up.

Yes, Dracula said you were a guest, but it was hard to lower your guard when you knew just outside the door were monsters roaming up and down the halls. That this whole castle was filled to the brim with the paranormal and monster kind.

You were also a hunter, and a notorious one from a notorious family at that.

It wasn’t hard to imagine some monsters may go ahead and take a shot at you, regardless of Dracula’s orders.

To some, it may be worth it to suffer Dracula’s wrath or ire if it meant eradicating you from existence. It wasn’t exactly a secret that a lot of the paranormal hated you.

You carefully laid on your side, and looked out the window.

A small comfort. Originally, the window had been covered by thick curtains. However, you had pulled them aside to attempt to relieve your anxiety.

The clouds were dark. You couldn’t tell if it was night or day at this point. Perhaps that was the point.

But you were so tired. Exhausted.

You really couldn’t even sleep if you wanted to, knowing Dracula, or at least a servant, would be bringing you a meal sometime soon.

The hunter in your soul didn’t wish to be taken off guard, even if it was to be fed.

A small part of you wondered if you should even eat. Your instincts whispered in your mind about poisons, warning you of incoming death.

But that was ridiculous. Imagine it, you, a hunter, dying from poison.

No, if Dracula wanted you dead, he would have killed you by now. By his own hand no less, you were sure.

Still, that didn’t stop your instincts from making things difficult.

You curled in on yourself a bit tighter, wincing when some of the stitches tugged. Reluctantly, you adjusted to keep them from stretching.

You reached over, and grabbed the nearby pillow, and hugged it close to your body for some comfort.

It smelled nice.

That was another issue. You were so sleep deprived and struggling with blood loss, your brain liked to bring up such things, no matter how much you were trying to shut them out.

Gripping the pillow tighter, you felt your face form into a sour look.

“What am I going to do…” You mumbled, closing your eyes again.

At least if you didn’t sleep, lying here would be some rest. Better than none.

Though you hated to admit how much you jumped when you heard a brief, but loud knocking against the door. Talk about acting like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs…

You sat up in bed with a wince, and you noticed that no one seemed to enter. Another knock followed the previous one. Your heart pounded in your chest.

“Uh… Come in…?” you called out, uncertain. Were they waiting to see if you were awake, or what?

The doorknob slowly turned, and you felt like the breath was punched out of you when Dracula stepped through.

Right. He had mentioned he would return.

He looked different though. Better, if you had to put a word to it. He wasn’t particularly disheveled to begin with, but now he didn’t look as… Hungry? Irritated? It was hard to figure out the words.

The Lord of the Night had also changed. Similar style, dark cloak and all, though he had on a vest with a dark red dress shirt underneath, and some sort of fancy slacks.

You imagined you probably would have wanted to change too if you had been wearing the same clothes as a stone statue for however many years.

But seeing Dracula again? You hated to admit how he practically took your breath away.

His power and presence were just as intimidating as before, and he wasn’t even angry. How did your ancestors handle him before, when he felt this powerful without seemingly intending to harm you?

Dracula looked you over briefly as he walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. Even if there were no traces of malice on his face, a shiver still ran down your spine, instincts still screaming to run or fight.

You swallowed your nerves down as he walked closer.

He stopped at the side of your bed, and once again, you had to crane your neck just to see him at his full height.

That is, until with the wave of his hand, a chair nearby in the room came scooting forward. It came to a stop behind him, and he sat down without a glance.

Internally, you hoped your awe wasn’t blatantly on your face.

When he sat, he crossed his legs, before holding a tray with some sort of bowl on it. He held it forward, and you blinked at it slowly.

“I hope you are resting well, Little Belmont. I had some servants make you some soup. I fear eating solids may upset your stomach, which would aggravate your injuries if you were to grow sick.” He spoke, his voice low and deep. Even if he wasn’t loud, his voice still seemed to vibrate in your chest.

It took his words a few moments to register, and you looked between him, and the tray. He took in your expression for a moment, before speaking once more.

“If you fear it has been tampered with, I assure you my servants-”

“Oh, no… It’s fine. Sorry, I’m…” You spoke, cutting him off, ignoring how your pulse spiked when you realized you did so.

“S-Sorry… My head is a bit foggy, is all…” You then explained, before shakily reaching for the tray.

Dracula was quick, or perhaps, your brain really was slow. He held out a hand, and quite gently might you add, set the tray down on your lap.

“Of course. You must not exert yourself, and you must eat. I do not know how long it has been since you last ate, but you need something in your stomach.”

As if hearing the conversation, your stomach loudly growled, and you felt your face flush in embarrassment. When was the last time you ate? This morning? Night before last? You couldn’t exactly remember…

It was brief, but you swore you could have seen Dracula’s lips twitch upward seeing you grow flustered. It must have been your foggy mind and imagination. Or not, he could be internally laughing at you. Who knows?

Meanwhile, Dracula knew he had been right to bring you soup. He just hoped you could hold it down.

Though he didn’t want to admit how… endearing it was seeing you grow flustered like that. For a Belmont, you were quite the adorable human.

He would never admit it of course, but hell save him if Death ever found out he had such thoughts. Dracula would never hear the end of it.

Especially considering such thoughts were about a Belmont. Someone he should be wasting no time slaying.

But he wouldn’t.

He couldn’t.

There was something so different about you, even now, as he watched you pick up the spoon and attempt to eat.

You didn’t stare at him with burning hate in your eyes, but curiosity. There was a sharp mind behind those eyes that asked questions. Someone who didn’t just jump to conclusions.

Was it so wrong he wanted to see more of that, especially in the family of his enemies, who had blindly ran and fought? Killing innocents of his kind?

He was no saint, far from it. But he knew of many others the Belmont clan had killed.

But you… You were so different. He didn’t wish to say it outloud, but he wished to push forward that way of thinking. Perhaps he could even find a middle ground with you.

You weren’t just some ‘scary hunter’. The Little Belmont in front of him showed so much more, showing the better qualities of humanity.

His face almost soured at the thought, but even he could admit every one in a million, perhaps one good human was born. You seemed to be that one in a million exception so far.

Just like Lisa had been.

He decided not to think too much on what that could mean, though he hoped it promised good things in the near future.

It was quiet for a while, and Dracula couldn’t help but study you as you ate. First and foremost, it was to watch and make sure your body could handle it.

But he had his own selfish reasons for doing so.

He could move again. React to you. Speak to you. Touch you.

However, he found it hard to speak. There were many things he wanted to talk about with you, and half of them he intended on waiting until you were a little bit healthier.

Anything he thought of before now though, was suddenly caught on his tongue as he observed.

Perhaps it would be better this way. Dracula prided himself on being charismatic and influential, but that was amongst the supernatural. This was a Belmont, and he knew things were… shaky at best.

However, as he watched you try and consume more of the soup, he found himself managing to say something.

“Are you feeling alright? Adjusting well?”

Briefly, you tensed when he spoke, before you seemed to force yourself to relax. He made a mental note of that reaction, wondering if it was because of him, or if it was a natural response.

Dracula could understand it if it was from him, given the circumstances, but even he could tell there was something off about it. He didn’t like the feeling settling in his gut over the bigger picture.

“It hurts a lot, but I’ll live.” You spoke, your voice still rough, but sounding leagues better than before. For a moment, it looked as if you wanted to say more, but held your tongue.

Interesting.

You were still for a moment, struggling to look at him. No doubt you were still having trouble thinking clearly, and struggling with everything that had happened. Have you even slept?

He had his doubts you’ve even rested. You may not look as manic like before, but you looked completely exhausted.

For a moment, he briefly thought about using his abilities to make you sleep. It was something Lisa would request on occasion if she hadn’t felt well or couldn’t settle.

However, he stomped that idea down. The last thing you needed was him using his powers like that on you, unless explicitly agreed upon. Even though you were… receptive of him taking care of you at the moment, he didn’t want to shatter that small bit of trust.

Given that he had suspicions about your home life, he imagined just the small bit of trust you had given him at all was momentous. Dracula couldn’t afford to lose that. Not now.

Though Dracula hated the odd pain in his chest as he stared at you. He was worried. Something he didn’t think he would ever feel again.

“Thank you, by the way.”

His eyes were on your face in an instant as you spoke.

“I… You didn’t have to take care of me. I do appreciate it.” You spoke, your eyes still on the bowl in your lap.

Your voice was small, and quiet. Dracula could tell though, saying that must have taken strength.

You didn’t see his eyes soften ever so slightly.

“You are welcome. As my guest, I will do my best to make sure you are taken care of.”

Internally you wanted to scream. You hated how much you liked the sound of that. When was the last time anyone cared enough to take care of you? Your mother before she had died all those years ago?

It had been way too long, and it was Dracula who was seemingly wanting to take care of you.

Damn your foggy mind.

A few moments of silence passed.

“I… Um…” You began, unsure on how to word this.

“About when you were a statue…”

You had so many questions, but didn’t know where to begin. Was it even a good idea to ask in the state you were in?

“You could hear and see everything, right?” you asked tentatively.

Dracula was silent for a moment, red eyes staring into you. It seemed he was contemplating what to say, and you tried not to get nervous as the seconds awkwardly ticked onward.

“Indeed I was. I was aware the moment you stepped foot in my castle the first time, though I was not aware it was a Belmont, not at first.”

His voice was still like velvet. No wonder vampires were such good hunters if they could talk like him.

You really needed to force yourself to sleep. Maybe if you smacked your head hard enough on the table, you could knock yourself out before you did or thought anything weirder.

Clenching your fist, you attempted to figure out what to say next.

“Um…”

Internally you cursed yourself for making this awkward. Why did you have to bring this up?

“Then… What now?” You asked, trying to find some semblance of what comes next. Just because he was taking care of you didn’t make everything all happy and cheery.

You couldn’t wash away centuries of history and bloodshed out of nowhere.

Dracula shifted, then reached over to the bedside table, and grabbed a glass of water. You looked at it confused.

When had he brought that in?

Before you could ask, he was gently holding it out to you.

“We can discuss that after you have rested. We have much to go over, but worrying about that and discussing it while you are injured won’t help your healing.”

He looked away a moment, as if contemplating what to say, before his eyes met your own once again.

“You have gained my interest and respect, enough to hear you out and discuss everything. When you are in a state to do so, of course.”

A part of you opened your mouth to speak, as if to say you could do it now, but you froze. Your eyes landed on the glass he still held out.

After a moment, you closed your mouth, and took the glass.

In that moment, you couldn’t help but feel like some sort of agreement or contract was formed, as if your fate was sealed.

As you sipped the refreshing water though, and looked over at Dracula himself, who seemed pleased you accepted the drink…

…You wondered if this would really be that bad?

Perhaps your future wouldn’t be as bleak as you thought.

#castlevania #dracula #vlad dracula tepes #dracula x reader #castlevania x reader #x reader #xreader #reader insert #belmont!reader #vlad dracula țepeș #dracula vlad tepes #tw anxiety #tw injury #tw blood drinking #long post

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vickyvicarious · 7 months ago

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Who's Read What in Dracula? Masterpost

This is a little self-assigned project to try and keep track of who has read (as well as written) what documents, and, importantly, when they do so. Last year I spent some time thinking about this and it informed some of my thoughts about specific characters' perspectives and actions in interesting ways. So I thought it could be a neat resource to have for others!

I'm going to update this in time with the novel, so there won't be any spoilers. This post is going to be a master reference, with links to each individual character's posts. I originally wanted to do this as a series of graphs for each character, with color-coded bars for each document they've read, but I'm not savvy enough to figure out a non-confusing way to do so, especially given the number of different authors/documents. Instead, I'm going to have a separate post for each character, and just have the info in written form there. Here are the links to each of those, in order of introduction:

Jonathan Harker

Mina Murray

Lucy Westenra

Jack Seward

Quincey Morris

Arthur Holmwood

Abraham Van Helsing

Some housekeeping notes: Obviously, each character will have read their own writing. I'm not going to update day-by-day for any such things. Instead, I'll only update whenever they access new information by someone else, or begin what I'm counting as a new document.

Most of the time, we know for a fact when characters get access to a new document. However, there are a few exceptions. I have my theories, but I will mark them as speculative whenever that label applies.

I break up documents based on chunks of information and have assigned titles to them as such. The labels may change as time goes by as needed to avoid spoilers. I also try to add in dates, but for any longer accounts it will just be a range of dates rather than every entry.

Below the cut is a list of all the documents, in order of appearance, with dates. I'm using color-coding for all the main authors, which will match the colors used in individual character posts. This too will be updated over time, so no worries about spoilers here either. Unless, of course, you don't want to know if someone who has only written once before will go on to write often... in that case, don't look below.

Castle Dracula Diary (3 May-30 June) - Jonathan Harker

Invitation to Castle Dracula (3 May) - Count Dracula

Letter to Innkeeper (4 May) - Count Dracula *

Letter to Dracula (5 May) - Mr. Hawkins *

Letters to Lucy (9 May, 17 May?*) - Mina Murray

Letter to Mina (2/3 May?) - Jonathan Harker *

Letters to Mina (11 May?, 24 May) - Lucy Westenra

Dictated Letters Home (11 May, 18 May) - Jonathan Harker *

Letters to Various Solicitors (11 May) - Count Dracula *

Phonograph Diary (25 May-?) - Jack Seward

Letter to Art (25 May) - Quincey Morris

Telegram Reply to Quincey (26 May) - Arthur Holmwood

Intercepted Letters Home (28 May) - Jonathan Harker *

Renfield's Notebook (5 June?-?) - R. M. Renfield *

Log of the Demeter (18 July-4 August) - Captain of the Demeter

Whitby Journal (24 July-19 August) - Mina Murray

Message to Lucy (27 July) - Arthur Holmwood *

Demeter Articles (8-9 August) - Daily Graph Correspondent

Letter from Budapest (12 August) - Sister Agatha

Letter to Carter, Paterson, & Co. (17 August) - Billington & Son

Letter to Mina (17/18 August?) - Mr. Hawkins *

Letter to Billington & Son (21 August) - Carter, Patterson, & Co.

Post-Whitby Letter to Lucy (24 August) - Mina Murray

London Diary (24 August-17 September) - Lucy Westenra

Whitby Letter (30 August) - Lucy Westenra

Letter to Jack (31 August) - Arthur Holmwood

Telegram to Jack (1 September) - Arthur Holmwood

Letter to Van Helsing (1 September?) - Jack Seward *

Letters to Arthur (2, 3, 6, 15?* September) - Jack Seward

Letter to Dr. Seward (2 September) - Van Helsing

Telegrams to Van Helsing (4-8 September) - Jack Seward

Telegram to Arthur (8 September) - Jack Seward

Telegram to John (8 September) - Van Helsing *

Telegram(s?) to Vanderpool (10, 13? September) - Van Helsing *

Delayed Telegram to Seward (17 September) - Van Helsing

Lucy's Memorandum (17 September) - Lucy Westenra

Unread Letters to Lucy (17, 18 September) - Mina Murray

Escaped Wolf Article (18 September) - Pall Mall Gazette

Telegram to Quincey (18 September) - Arthur Holmwood

Mrs. Westenra's Death Certificate (18 September) - Jack Seward/Van Helsing *

Telegram to Arthur (18 September) - Quincey Morris *

Telegram to Summon Arthur (19 September) - Jack Seward *

Hennessey's Report (20 September) - Patrick Hennessey

Letter to Mrs. Westenra's Lawyer (21 September) - Jack Seward *

Post-Whitby Journal (22 September-?) - Mina Murray

Telegram to Mrs. Harker (22 September) - Van Helsing

Letters to Mrs. Harker (24-25 September) - Van Helsing

Bloofer Lady Articles (25 September) - Westminster Gazette

Telegrams to Van Helsing (25, 29 September) - Mina Murray

Telegram to Mina (25 September) - Jonathan Harker *

Letter to Van Helsing (25 September) - Mina Murray

Post-Castle Diary (26 September-?) - Jonathan Harker

Carfax Letters (pre-3 May?) - Jonathan Harker *

Letter from Ring (24/25 September?) - Arthur Holmwood *

Note to Jack (24/25 September?) - Quincey Morris *

Undelivered Note to John (26 September) - Van Helsing

Note to Arthur and Quincey (27 September) - Van Helsing *

Message to Billington & Sons (27/28 September) - Jonathan Harker *

Reply from Billington (27/28 September) - Mr. Billington *

Telegram to Jonathan (29 September) - Mina Murray *

Carter Paterson Documents - Carter, Paterson, & Co *

* We know these documents exist, but never get to read them (or in one case, only get a brief excerpt) as they aren't added to the record. Sometimes some of the main characters do get to read them, but not always.

Question marks after a date denote uncertainty, though they're all likely written within a few days of the tentative one listed. When after a dash (-?) they mark an as-yet incomplete document.

Some documents contain others within them. When this becomes relevant for characters reading them, I will list the main document read, then all others included in it with brackets, like this:

Main document [included document one, two]

#dracula daily #wrwd #wrwd masterpost #dracula meta #my meta #no one has ever asked for this. i just find it fun #both years so far i think 'probably not gonna be posting as much about dracula this time around' and then immediately start tracking stuff #or writing metas etc #also i'm doing this as we go so who knows if this format will work. hopefully so but if not i'll try to figure it out when it comes to that #dracula documents #can't believe i forgot that tag that's literally all this is

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kayesfanfics · 1 year ago

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Hi! I'd like to ask for Isaac general dating headcanons!

(You can add something 18+ if you want)

Warnings: NSFW under the cut, including light BDSM/bondage

Isaac is a very stoic and self disciplined man, he tries not to get attached to people in fear they may harm him. But with you, it was different. Your eyes didn’t hold any malice or deceit, they were warm and inviting, and a sweet smile often adorned your face. You were quite literally the complete opposite of him, you even trusted people a little too easily, and he wanted to be the one to protect you from them when they (in his mind) inevitably betrayed that trust

He may seem cold and blunt with you to other people, but you know that’s just how he is. He doesn’t get very mushy or lovey dovey, that’s just not his vibe at all. He likes to keep things relaxed and casual as he speaks to you, but he can actually be quite romantic. His smooth voice has a way of wooing you over and over again, telling you stories of his travels and the different cultures he’s come across. How he found forgemastery as a way to harness his emotions into magic to bring dead things back to life

He is extremely loyal to you, devotes all his time to you when he’s not planning a war for Master Dracula. You read or study by candlelight in his workspace, while he’s doing his work at the table. He’ll take breaks to come hug you from behind, which is rare for him to do since he’s not exactly very physically affectionate or touchy with anyone. But he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder and read over it, following your finger that’s keeping your place for you, and when you bend the corner of the page and put your book down, you turn to kiss him on the cheek. He allows it, knowing you won’t go farther than that since he’s expressed his physical boundaries to you before. He’s okay with kisses on the cheek, holding hands, that’s as intimate as it gets for awhile into the relationship since it’s very much new to him

He wants to know every corner of your mind. What you find interesting, what disgusts you, what scares you, what bores you. He wants to know your thoughts about everything, your opinions on what he does, on the war, he wants to know what humanity has done to you to bring you here to Dracula’s Castle. He’ll open up to you slowly as you open up to him, building a mutual trust with each other

ASKS HECTOR FOR ADVICE BUT HECTOR DOESNT KNOW EITHER MAN, HE ISOLATED HIMSELF IN RHODES HE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO TALK TO ANOTHER HUMAN BEING LET ALONE FLIRT

So Isaac goes to Dracula, as his friend, and carefully asks how he knew he was in love with Lisa. Dracula doesn’t get angry with her name being mentioned, instead smiling softly and happy to talk about it with Isaac. He tells Isaac how her intellect and boldness first attracted him, how she was unafraid of the vampire kings reputation and demanded he teach her his knowledge about the medical world. Once Dracula fell out of his daydream about his wife, he raised an eyebrow and looked at Isaac, asking why he wanted to know. Isaac just stammering for the first time and being all “I just…I wanted to know, is all. Thank you for telling me, master.” before he bows slightly and rushes out to avoid further questions

He worries he’s not worthy of your love, that you should find someone better than him. His mind is broken, his body scarred from years of torment. Even with his night creatures, he feels he won’t be able to protect you in this world. He doesn’t see himself as someone able to love, he doesn’t know why you return his affections sometimes. But you’re always there to remind him that you love him, listing the reasons why as you kiss his cheeks, before he finally leans in to your touch and presses his lips to yours. Your first kiss is soft and gentle, full of love and trust as his hands find their way to your waist, your own arms wrapping around his shoulders

After the first kiss, there will be plenty more. Not in front of other ever, he’s a private person and wants to remain professional in front of the other members of Dracula’s Court. But in private, he allows your hands to wander, massaging his aching shoulders but avoiding his back, scattered in fresh self-inflicted wounds. You wished he didn’t do that to himself and he didn’t do it as often now that he had you, but there were times he’d break and flog himself

NSFW Under the Cut

He loves it when you’re both naked in bed, not even having sex, just touching each other and holding each other. The comfort and warmth your body brings him relaxes and calms him down, a soft smile adorning his normally stone-cold face

Prefers to top, he can’t either be soft or even indulge in a little BDSM, but nothing that would genuinely hurt you or leave a mark, he’d never forgive himself if he hurt you even if you told him it was alright. He’s just not comfortable with impact play aside from slapping your ass or thighs, maybe your chest if that’s something you’re into. He can be mean and fuck you harshly into the mattress, pinching your nipples and telling you not to cum until he gives you permission. His punishments would be orgasm denial for sure, maybe even tying your hands up so you can’t touch yourself and get off that way. His stone-cold face will return as you beg and cry for him, but he has amazing self control and won’t give into your pleads until he hears what he wants to hear from you

Will sometimes even let you tie his hands up instead while you ride him. He wants to feel and experience what you do when he does this to you, bouncing on him slowly to deny him that release. He won’t moan or whimper, he more makes low grunts and groans during sex, clenching his jaw and shutting his eyes tightly as he focuses on your every touch

But when you’re making love, he is gentle and caring and puts love into it. His lips almost never leaves yours as he slowly pumps himself into you, allowing you to feel every inch of him inside of you. Your hands avoid his back, instead grabbing his shoulders or biceps as you kiss him hungrily, wanting nothing but to feel more and more of him

#request #castlevania #castlevania x reader #castlevania isaac

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zoeykallus · 1 year ago

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Hi Zoey! How are you? I know you are a Tech girl and so am I. I thought maybe you can give us Tech girls some fun and fluff? Any scenario you want. I'm aware that you work a lot these days and don't have much time for writing anymore, and you are still drowning in requests, but maybe some self indulging Tech Fluff makes your day? Maybe something related to any holidays coming up around the time you get to read this? Take care of yourself, don't let anybody or anything get you down 💕

Aloha!

You know, this requests dates back to July, and Halloween is coming up. Not sure if I should laugh or cry about that 😅 And yeah, it's still the same. I'm sorry I'm so late with this!

Okay, that's actually really sweat, some Halloween themed Tech Fluff 🧡 Thanks for this request 😊🧡

Tech x Fem!Reader One-Shot - A First Date With Tech On Halloween

First Date/Shy Tech/Fluff/Slightly Suggestive/Shy Idiots In Love

________

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

________

>Master List<

He flinches as a hand lands heavily on his shoulder. Tech sighs softly and turns to face the owner of the hand. "Crosshair," Tech says, more or less surprised, pushing his goggles up the bridge of his nose with his index finger. "What are you wearing?" asks Crosshair who critically furrows his brows and gives his brother a questioning look. "A costume," Tech says matter-of-factly. "Yeah, I can see that, but why? Isn't tonight your first date with that chick you've had the hots for over months?" Tech looks at the Sniper and shakes his head, "Hots for her? I wouldn't call it that." Crosshair smirks, "What do you call it then?" Tech shrugs and says, "I admire her. I like her, her smile, the way she talks, her good heart." Crosshair laughs softly and says, "Oh, so you just so sneakily stole her shirt when we were all together at the beach, and regularly smelling it, hiding it under your pillow, because you totally just like her to a normal degree?" Tech freezes, blinks several times. He's an incredibly bad liar and when he answers his voice is way too high. "I don't know what you mean" Crosshair snickers. "Sure. Anyway," he says, pointing at Tech's outfit, "That still doesn't explain the costume"

Tech wears a black suit, cape and leather gloves, in his mouth a perfectly fitted, homemade set of fangs. "It's Halloween, when we were talking about it the other day she said she loves Halloween, the costumes, decorations, scary movies, well everything that goes with it." "And you're going as a vampire?" asks Crosshair critically. Tech smirks with one of the fangs briefly showing. "Not just any vampire," Tech says with a gloved, raised finger, "Dracula, the most powerful of all vampires." Crosshair crosses his slender arms in front of his chest and raises his brows. "Is there any particular reason for this choice?" Tech smiles dreamily and says, "The myth of the vampire is probably the most romanticized, I just hope she likes it." Crosshair laughs softly and says, "I think you mean sexualized." Techs ears turn red as he replies, "No, I didn't mean that at all" "Of course not" the Sniper replies sarcastically, shoving a couple of condoms into Tech's jacket pocket, "Anyway, just in case" Tech frowns, getting hot and cold. The thought alone makes him super nervous. He takes the condoms back out of his pocket and puts them on the shelf next to the sink. "I'm definitely not going to need these on a first date". Crosshair picks up the condoms and says, "Definitely not with that attitude. Either way, I wouldn't rule anything out if I were you, Dracula" and puts them back in Techs pocket again.

But Tech takes them out again and puts them back on the rack. "Don't do that. She's a decent woman, and I want to do this all right. No condoms on the first date," he grumbles, adjusting his goggles again. Crosshair rolls his eyes and says, "Let me guess, you've been reading another one of those guides that you're sticking to now?" Tech's ears turn red again, and he asks defiantly, "So what? I lack experience, what's wrong with getting some tips and information?" Crosshair grabs him by the shoulders and says emphatically, "Get it from me, not from the holonet" Tech sighs and says, "No offense, but your acquaintances rarely last longer than a weekend." "Because that's what I want," the Sniper grumbles. Tech sighs, "But I want... something real, lasting, something genuine, not a short adventure" Crosshair smiles and says, "She must be something special if she can coax uptight Tech out of his hiding place" Tech says indignantly, "I'm not uptight.... just a little shy and maybe a little picky" "And insecure, shy as a little baby and a virgin and-" Tech interrupts him angrily, "Stop it! You're making me more nervous than I already am!" Crosshair smiles mildly and says softly, "Sorry. Don't worry about it, you'll be fine, I'm sure the date will be great"

"You really think so?" asks Tech uncertainly, tugging at his clothes. "Yes, but only if you're on time for the date." Tech looks at his watch, startled. "Oh my gosh, I have to go!"

When Tech rings your doorbell, and you open the door for him, he looks breathless, as if he's been sprinting. He's a minute early, so he's not really late. You look him up and down. He looks great, his slender body in the black suit and cape. As he smiles at you, you also see the fangs. "What is this handsome vampire doing at my door?", you ask, playfully dramatic. You see his ears turn red and his smile widen a little. Then he shows his fangs for a second and says just as dramatically, "I came to have a taste of the supposedly sweetest blood there is, the blood of an angel"

You both chuckle and blush a little, while Tech nervously rubs the back of his neck.

Tech eyes you and your costume and smiles. "You look great," he says softly, "Very in character for you."

You wear a delicate white dress, little angel wings and a halo made of wire and gold foil. You have long thought about how you should dress up. Finally, you decided that you wanted to appear lovely and unobtrusive and chose this costume. "Thank you," you say, smiling broadly.

Tech wants to give you something.

At first, you think he's holding out a bouquet of flowers, but it's a lot of different Halloween candy, creatively arranged into a colorful bouquet that just looks like a bouquet of flowers. "Clever," you say delightedly, and accept the present with a smile on your face. "What a lovely idea!" Tech straightens, proud and pleased that both his costume and his token are well received by you. He enters the apartment after you invite him in. Your apartment is relatively dark, lit only by many small jack-o'-lanterns and a string of skeleton lights that snakes along the ceiling throughout the apartment. The whole apartment is decorated and the smell of a wonderful pumpkin soup wafts in from the kitchen. He follows you and can hardly believe his luck, his heart beating up to his neck as you grab his hand and gently pull him with you into the kitchen. You eat the soup together by candlelight and keep smiling at each other. Tech is unaccustomed to silence, but he smiles much more than usual, and your heart melts every time he shyly avoids your gaze only to look back at you. "This is delicious," he says, enthusiastically agreeing to a second serving. After dinner, you go into the living room where there are already two plates of cookies you baked yourself, in the shape of Halloween pumpkins with orange icing and in the shape of ghosts with white icing. Tech looks at your movie collection in amazement, you have tons of them on Holodisc, a huge shelf of them, most of them scary and horror movies from 'family friendly 'barely legally available'.

"You're really into Halloween and scary movies," he says with a smirk. "Do you want to pick the first movie?" you ask him. Tech spreads his arms and says, "If you'll bear with me, I'd love to. This is a huge collection, I'll have to take a closer look." Of course, he has his holopad with him and uses it to help him choose. He chooses an older film with practical effects. And during the movie, dear Tech slowly wakes up from his shy silence. He enthusiastically explains how most of the effects work and even bravely puts an arm around your shoulders when you get startled during one scene, not knowing you just played the scared girl. As Tech gestures wildly with his free arm to explain things, something falls out of his pocket and onto the floor. You both bend down and grab it at the same time. Three condoms. Tech's eyes are suddenly huge behind his goggles as you look at him. "Condoms?" you ask, surprised. "They're not mine," Tech blurts out in near panic. "You carry around other people's condoms?" you ask, raising an eyebrow in amusement. Tech hastily straightens up and puts the condoms back in his jacket pocket.

"Crosshair," he mumbles to himself, looks at you and says, "My brother must have slipped these into my pocket when I didn't notice. They're really not mine. I didn't have any ulterior motives, I promise. Except for the arm around your shoulders and maybe a chaste goodnight kiss, later." You smile, suppressing a grin. He was adorably cute looking at you, so nervous and shy. "Okay." "Okay?" he asks softly. " That means I believe you, Tech." He smiles in relief, leans back again and gently puts his arm around your shoulder once more. "Are you okay?" you ask quietly. "Of course, everything's fine," he says hastily, tightening his shoulders. A little calmer he adds, "You know, I want to do this right, our date, that thing between us. I'm not interested in rushing into anything or having a fleeting adventure." You lean against him and put your arms around him, whereupon he lets out a shaky breath.

He suddenly laughs softly, as if getting rid of some nervous tension. "I like that," you say quietly, leaning against his chest. "Very good," Tech says contentedly, "Then nothing can get in the way of that good night kiss later." You grin to yourself and say softly, "Perhaps even two kisses?". Tech clears his throat and says just as softly, "That's not really customary as far as I know, but we could make an exception"

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ultrakeencollectionbreadfan · 3 months ago

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Chronological List of Batman Elseworlds (1986-2011)

Batman: The Dark Knight Returns (1986-retcon)

Batman: Gotham by Gaslight (1989)

Batman: Digital Justice (1990)

Batman: Master of the Future (1991)

Batman & Dracula: Red Rain (1991)

Batman: The Blue, the Grey, and the Bat (1992)

Batman/Dark Joker: The Wild (1993)

Batman/Houdini: The Devil’s Workshop (1993)

Robin 3000 (1993)

Batman: Bloodstorm (1994)

Batman: Castle of the Bat (1994)

Batman: In Darkest Knight (1994)

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Annual #4 (1994)

Detective Comics Annual #7 (1994)

Batman Annual #18 (1994)

Batman: Shadow of the Bat Annual #2 (1994)

Catwoman Vol. 2 Annual #1 (1994)

Robin Vol. 2 Annual #3 (1994)

Batman: Brotherhood of the Bat (1995)

Batman: Man-Bat (1995)

Superman & Batman: Doom Link (1995)

Batman: KnightGallery (1996)

Batman: Dark Allegiances (1996)

Batman: Scar of the Bat (1996)

Batman Annual #20 (1996)

Detective Comics Annual #9 (1996)

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Annual #6 (1996)

Batman: Shadow of the Bat Annual #4 (1996)

Robin Annual #5 (1996)

Catwoman Annual #3 (1996)

Batman: Dark Knight Dynasty (1997)

Batman: Masque (1997)

Elseworld’s Finest (1997)

Batgirl and Robin: Thrillkiller (1997)

The Batman Chronicles #11 (1997)

Batman: Crimson Mist (1998)

Elseworld’s Finest: Supergirl & Batgirl (1998)

Batgirl and Batman: Thrillkiller ’62 (1998)

Batman: Two Faces (1998)

Batman: I, Joker (1998)

Batman: Reign of Terror (1998)

Superman & Batman: Generations (1998–1999)

Batman: Nosferatu (1999)

Batman: Book of the Dead (1999)

Catwoman: Guardian of Gotham (1999)

Superman and Batman: World’s Funnest (2000)

Realworlds: Batman (2000)

Batman/Lobo (2000)

The Batman of Arkham (2000)

Batman/Demon: A Tragedy (2000)

Batman: The Doom That Came to Gotham (2000)

Batman: Haunted Gotham (2000)

The Batman Chronicles #21 (2000)

Batman: Gotham Noir (2001)

Batman: Hollywood Knight (2001)

Batman: League of Batmen (2001)

Superman & Batman: Generations II (2001)

Batman: The Dark Knight Strikes Again (2001-2002)

Batman: Nine Lives (2002)

Batman: Detective No. 27 (2003)

Batman: The Golden Streets of Gotham (2003)

Batman: Nevermore (2003)

Superman & Batman: Generations III (2003)

Batman: The Order of Beasts (2004)

Batman: Year 100 (2006)

Batman Annual #27 (2009)

Detective Comics Annual #11 (2009)

#batman #elseworlds #batman elseworlds #note that i didn't include crossovers between characters from other companies or licensed characters in this #dc comics #dc universe #dcu #dc

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sleepy-jackson · 3 months ago

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Fandoms and Characters I'll write for

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Tmnt [2012, 2014/16, Rise, Mutant Mayhem]

(All Versions Listed Above)

Raph

Leo

Donnie

Mikey

April

Master Splinter (Platonic)

(2012! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Casey

Karai

Shinigami

(Bayverse! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Vern

(Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Cassandra

Casey Jr

Please specify which version you would want when requesting, thank you! ^^

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Demon Slayer

▪︎The Group▪︎

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuke Hashibira

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Nezuko Kamado

▪︎The Hashira▪︎

Giyu Tomioka

Shinobu Kocho

Tengen Uzui

Iguro Obanai

Mitsuri Kanroji

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Kyojuro Rengoku

Muichiro Tokito

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Attack on Titan

Levi Ackerman

Eren Yeager

Mikasa Ackerman

Armin Arlet

Hange Zoe

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Star Wars Rebels

Ezra Bridger

Kanan Jarrus

Hera Syndulla

Zeb Orrelios

Sabine Wren

Agent Kallus

Ahsoka Tano

Rex

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Teen Titans (2003)

Robin

Starfire

Raven

Beast Boy

Cyborg

Jinx

Terra

Kitten

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My Hero Academia

Izuku Midoriya

Fumikage Tokoyami

Shoto Todoroki

Katsuki Bakugo

Momo Yaoyorozu

Mezo Shoji

Kyoka Jiro

Tsuyu Asui

Tenya Ida

Ochaco Uraraka

Mina Ashido

Hitoshi Shinso

Tamaki Amajiki

Shota Aizawa

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Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Jack Kline

Charlie Bradbury

Bobby Singer (Platonic)

Crowley

Rowena MacLeod

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The Ultimate Spider-Man (Disney XD)

Peter Parker

Luke Cage

Ava Ayala

Sam Alexander

Danny Rand

Aunt May Parker (Platonic)

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Batfamily (Dc)

Bruce Wayne

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Damian Wayne

Duke Thomas

Cassandra Cain

Barbara Gordon

Stephanie Brown

Selina Kyle

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Spiderverse (Sony)

Miles Morales

Miles G. Morales (Earth-42)

Gwen Stacy

Hobie Brown

Pavitr Prabhakar

Miguel O'hara (Platonic)

Jessica Drew (Platonic)

Peter B. Parker (Platonic)

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The Kid at the back (Vn by @fantasia-kitt )

Sol

Crowe

Hyugo

Geo

Brittney

Deryl

Jess

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Castlevania

Adrian 'Alucard' Tepes

Trevor Belmont

Sypha Belnades

Greta

Hector

Isaac

Dracula Tepes

Lisa Tepes

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Avatar & Avatar: The Way of Water

Jake Sully

Neytiri

Neteyam

Kiri

Lo'ak

Tuk (Platonic)

Spider

Norm

Max

Tonowari

Ronal

Aonung

Tsireya

Rotxo

I will also do human au for this fandom if requested

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My Inner Demons (Aphmau)

Ava

Asch

Rhys

Noi

Pierce

Leif

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MyStreet (Aphmau)

Aphmau

Aaron

Zane

Kawaii-Chan (Kc)

Katelyn

Travis

Garroth

Laurence

Ein

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A Date with Death (Vn by @twoandahalfstudios )

Grim (Casper)

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TouchStarved (Vn by @redspringstudio )

Leander

Ais

Kuras

Mhin

Vere

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I'm also going to make a a separate list for my Ocs cause I want to write for my Ocs as well, so be on the look out for that

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vintagetvstars · 4 months ago

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Jonathan Frid Vs. William Hartnell

Propaganda

Jonathan Frid - (Dark Shadows) - the man who brought the first sympathetic vampire in pop culture to life! he was so hot that they sent him on a ten-city tour. he was so hot that teen magazines auctioned off dates with him. he was so hot that allegedly women would mail him love letters and/or nude pictures of themselves! he gave what should have been a quickly-killed-off soap opera villain/dracula knockoff a sense of gravitas, intrigue, and humanity that ultimately made him the star of the show. watching him act is always a treat. I've also met several people who knew him, and overall he just seems like a great guy. there's a documentary about him free on tubi, i recommend checking it out! (fun fact, he was also gay. who on tumblr doesn't love gay vampires)

William Hartnell - (Doctor Who) - No text propaganda

Master Poll List | How to submit propaganda | What is vintage? (FAQ)

Additional propaganda below the cut

Jonathan Frid:

"HES SO CUNTY" - mutual's reaction to me sharing this photo

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#vintage tv stars poll #tv men 1 #jonathan frid #william hartnell #Youtube

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demigoddessqueens · 10 months ago

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Master List 10

Tieflings 💕

Types of hugs

SFW REQUESTS/WRITING

Dragon Age - a fainting Hawke //

House of the Dragon/Game of Thrones - aemond + touch/massage prompt //

Delicious in Dungeon 🍱/Dungeon Meshi 🥘 - soft Laios headcanons //

Fallout - ghoul meme // i REALLY like him //

Ultraman rising - kenji sato fluff //

Dune - nsfw & romance // incorrect quotes //

Monkey Man - “Whispered Corners” fic //

The Arcana ✨- waking up with the main 6 // pirate Julian - heartbreak // massage headcanons // julian birthday headcanons //

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss - taking care of you // Lucifer SFW Alphabet // valentines 💘 with Lucifer // Lucifer + s/o with depression // massage headcanons //

Marvel

Spiderman 2099/Miguel O’Hara - massage headcanons

Critical Role 🎲

Vox Machina - special rock // poison?! // Vax 💔 oneshot // feeble mind spell // Percy rescues kidnapped reader // time ⏰ traveler reader // sit in my lap?// Vax + pregnant!reader //

Music 🎶 - Lunch ft the girls //

Dark Au - Orin!reader

Mighty Nein - Beau + sibling!reader // Mollymauk w/ reader // Caleb song angst // fjord song oneshot //

Crown Keepers -

Bell’s Hells - the “I love you” prompt //

Castlevania 🌙- massage headcanons // surprise kiss Dracula // do’s and dont’s - Alucard, Isaac //

Castlevania Nocturne 🌙 🦇 - massage headcanons // richter + pregnant!reader // shy kisses // “from bottom of your heart” + bg3

Assassin’s Creed - being Aveline’s sibling // shay for valentines 💘 // stealing Haytham’s coat // love languages // Basim + reader // Ezio + artist!reader // Haytham and Shay + former!Assassin // friends to lovers w/ Ezio // massage headcanons // shay + reader // Basim angst // Basim + fluff // Hytham in love // protective of pregnant!reader // Ezio modern au // basim angst oneshot // Connor with Latina!reader // Ezio birthday 🎂 headcanons // local hawk population //

Codexmonthly - February “ship” —> Shay story // Edward 🏴‍☠️ story // Altair & Maria //

March “artefact”

April “vault”

May “modern”

Mermay 🌊🧜‍♂️ - mermaid!Desmond //

“Shadows” prompt

June “mentor”

Baldur’s Gate - astarion + drunk!tav/reader // Halsin and letters // smile from your heart // sick 🤒 TLC headcanons // massage headcanons // interlink pinkies // astarion & his opposite // deep kisses // forehead kiss // secret 🤫 dating Astarion // how lucky to be with you //

Bat 🦇 Astarion Week - day 1 // day 2 // day3 // day 4 // day 5 //

Blood of Zeus ⚡️ - massage headcanons // musical mortal // Ares and handsy lover // Dad Apollo ☀️// Hermes being a dad //

Genshin Impact - neuvillette massage //

Star ⭐️ Wars 💫 - sequel quad + saving sibling // sibling with depression // nightmare headcanons // coming out non-binary //

The Bad Batch - crosshair headcanon //

NSFW REQUESTS/WRITING

Hazbin Hotel - Lucifer alphabet //

Challengers - art + patrick nsfw headcanons //

Critical 🎲 Role - service top + mighty 9 //

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gaysindistress · 1 year ago

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When Night Comes - six

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: cursing

word count: 3k

five | masterlist

Tag list: @vickie5446 @cakesandtom @buckybarnessimpp @hidden-treasures21 @unaxv @mal-adaptive-dreams @elizacusi-blog @vonalyn

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Losing the fight to her anxiety, she clambers to her feet after kicking her shoes off and stumbles towards her bedroom. Still oblivious to the person who snuck into her room hiding in the shadows, she rips the corset off and steps out of her pants while trying to find something less suffocating to wear. Settling on a t-shirt she stole from her brother and a pair of old running shorts, she goes to the bathroom to wash off her makeup and take her hair down.

The person steps out from the shadows when she isn’t in the room and drops down onto her bed, making themselves comfortable at the expense of terrifying her. When Sunny starts to come out of the bathroom, they quickly get up and hide along the wall of the door. Their hand clamps down on her mouth as she breaches the doorway to prevent her from screaming.

“Don’t scream, it’s just me,” Yelena whispers in her ear and drops her hand, coming around to sit back on her bed.

“What… how… what the fuck are you doing in my room? How did you get in here?” Sunny stutters in shock, backing up until her back collides with the well.

“I came to apologize and answer any questions you had.” “Start with how you broke in.”

“Is it breaking in if your window was unlocked?” She teases, leaning back in her hands on the bed.

Sunny shakes her head in disbelief while pushing herself off the wall to sit at the top of the bed away from Yelena, “Yes that’s still breaking and entering.”

Yelena shifts to lay on her side and her face hardens for a moment, “I know about Alix.”

“Do you really think so?”

“I know as much as I’ve been told and I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Sunny looks down at the blanket she’s sitting on and begins to pick at the loose threads. Her grandma had made her and her brother matching quilts when she was first diagnosed with dementia. She said it was her way of leaving a piece of herself behind for them to cherish forever. The array of faded blues and ocean-themed squares stare back at her as she ponders her meaningless apology. Yelena hadn’t been the one to kill her brother, the one to break her down until she was nothing. She didn’t even know Sunny until a week or so ago so her apology means nothing and is empty because it can’t fix what Alix broke.

“How do you know her?” she asks, still not looking at the blonde woman.

“You probably already know this but she runs a drug ring out of California and we sometimes have run-ins with her trying to expand out here.”

“Did you know she’s Lycan?” Yelena hesitates for a moment, “Yeah that’s another reason for our run-ins. We… our people don’t get along.”

“What does that mean ‘our people don’t get along’?”

“Lycan and,” she takes a deep breath before revealing their secret, “Strigoi. We have a long and complicated history.”

Sunny briefly looks at Yelena, “Strigoi?”

She doesn’t answer and searches her face for something, anything to point to if she knows what a Strigoi is. When she doesn’t find anything, she extends her hand out for Sunny to take. Instead of fully placing her hand in hers, she lets her fingers glide over her palm, letting the cold of her skin cool the burn of her anxiety.

“Strigoi, we uh we are immortal creatures that live off blood.”

Her hand stills its motions but doesn’t retreat, “Vampires. You’re telling me that you’re a vampire? Vampires and werewolves exist?”

“We prefer Strigoi. Twilight and Dracula gave ‘vampires’ a bad rap.”

“You eat people and you’re concerned about your reputation?”

“Well,” she lifts herself up a little to look at Sunny better, “it’s more that I don’t want to be associated with Edward every time someone finds out about us.”

“Wait, how Edwardy are you?” Sunny asks.

“Edwardy? That’s not a word but we don’t sparkle in the sun if that’s what you’re wondering. We have these rings,” she turns her hand over slightly to show the said ring, “that stop the sun from killing us.”

“And how does the whole turning thing work?”

“You have to die with our blood in your system.”

Sunny’s face is pulled tight in confusion as she processes what Yelena said, “I’m not going to ask why someone would have your blood in them. That’s a little too weird for me. Anyways, you're a Strigoi. What about Bucky, Steve, and Peggy? Are they also Strigoi? And Peter, is he one too?”

Yelena rolls her eyes, “it’s not that weird. Our blood has healing properties so if you got hurt, we could heal you by giving you some. As for the other 3 they are, including Peter but he doesn’t have a daylight ring, hence why he’s a pain in the ass. He’s been trying to convince Steve and Bucky to give him one but they keep denying him.”

“No that’s pretty fucking weird. Literally, no one else has magical blood that can heal people,” her humor returns for a moment, giving Yelena hope that she’s handling all this pretty well, “Any particular reason why they won’t?”

“You’d be surprised how many are out there. But they don’t want to deal with him 24/7. It’s easier if he’s just not around for at least half of the day.”

She chuckles dryly, fingers inching towards Yelena’s wrist, “Did he really ask you to watch over me?”

The tension comes flooding back and she begins to worry if Sunny will dart like she did at the club.

“He did but I wanted to get to know you. The date, the flirting, the kiss, all of that was because I wanted to. He had nothing to do with it.”

“How can I believe you?” “I promise. All of it was real, every second of this is real.”

A moment of silence.

“Do you know what Alix wants?”

“I don’t and I don’t think he does either but we can keep you safe. All you need to do is let us.”

“That’s easy for you to say, your crazy ex hasn’t chased you across the country after killing your brother and telling you that they’re a fucking werewolf. Not only that but I also just found out that vampires exist too and the two people I was talking to happen to be ones while being mobsters on the side. Oh yeah, and my ex is somehow connected to my two current situationships and I still have no idea how. Yeah, let me just decide if I want to get further involved in all of this real quick.”

“If it makes things any easier, I can tell you how we know Alix,” Yelena says quietly as if not to disturb the bear inside of her.

“Honestly it probably won’t but why not add to the chaos that’s my life now?”

“Well she’s been trying to move her drug operations over here but she’s not allowed to because it’s Strigoi territory and Lycan are not allowed to enter without permission.”

“There’s territories? As in ‘this section of land is mine and you can’t come in unless I say so’, that kind of territory?”

“Pretty much. Just wait until I tell you about the witches. Those guys are MEAN and know how to hold a grudge.”

Sunny rubs her temples with one hand and pinches the bridge of her nose while her other hand is still in Yelena’s, “Y’all got witches too? Let me guess that’s how you get your rings.”

“Look at you catching on,” she chuckles, cherishing the warmth of her hand in her permanently cold one, “but yeah Lycan have the west coast and we have the east coast. She’s putting herself in quite a bit of danger being here to look for you. So far, all of my contacts have reported that she wants you but no one really knows why.”

“Sounds like Alix. She was always so paranoid that everyone was trying to take her down. I mean, she wasn’t entirely wrong but still, she never trusted anyone.”

“Do you know what she wants?” “I can think of a few reasons.”

“Wanna share with the group?”

Sunny leans against the wall and pillows behind her, “We were dating when she killed my brother, I was there when it happened, and I also knew about her gang being Lycan so take your pick.”

“It’s been almost 5 years, right? It wouldn’t make sense for her to go after you now.”

“Nothing that woman does will ever make sense.”

Yelena’s phone buzzes in her pocket and with an exacerbated groan, she pulls it out. Bucky’s name flashes on the screen and the thought of throwing the godforsaken electronic crosses her mind as she reads the message. Sunny’s awaiting her explanation, watching every move and micro expression that might appear on her face, “Head boss wanting to know how I am?” “Something like that,” she tosses the phone to the end of the bed behind her, turning her attention back to Sunny, “What do you say: let me be your personal bodyguard or force me to stalk you? Either way, I’ll be close by if anything were to happen?”

“It’s tempting having you at my disposal.”

“I sense a ‘but’.”

“But,” she draws out the ‘t’ sound, a sad half smile pulling at her face, “I can’t live my life in fear. Alix will get me if she really wants to. It’s not fair to ask anyone to put themselves in harm’s way like that even if you’re immortal.”

“Bucky’s going to have someone watching you even if you say no.”

“Like I tell my kids, we can’t control what others do. We can only control what we do so if Bucky wants to be a controlling asshole and ignore MY wishes then let him.”

“I’ll be sure to relay the message. Get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning,” Yelena says as she pushes herself off of the bed. Their hands slip apart as she does so, the barely smile she’s wearing dropping as it happens. She hesitates before grabbing her phone and giving one of those awkward smiles when you’re unsure of what to do next.

“Text me if anything weird happens, okay?”

“As if my life could get weirder after tonight,” Sunny jokes while pulling one of the various blankets from her bed up.

“Good night, голубка,” and with that Yelena disappears out of the window again, leaving behind a deeply exhausted and overwhelmed Sunny.

“How is she?”

“Ya know, confused, scared, pissed off. All of the emotions one wants to avoid when trying to date someone,” Yelena huffs into the phone as she drops down from Sunny’s fire escape.

“Yelena.”

“She’s a little shaken up but okay. She doesn’t want our help though.”

A dark chuckle comes through the other line, “So you’ll be there tomorrow morning?”

“Obviously,” she stops to look both ways before stepping out of the alley, phone wedged between her shoulder and ear, “As for wanting to know what Alix wants, she’s just as clueless as us. All she was able to tell me was what we already knew which reminds me, you need to talk to her and apologize.”

“And why is that?”

“She was there when it happened. I can’t imagine your little conversation pulled up some very fun memories for her.”

“Are you trying to get me punched?”

“I mean sometimes you need to be taken down a few pegs.”

Her joke is met with silence which replaces the side eye she would usually get. Digging into her pocket to find her keys, the car beeps to life as she waits for him to make a snarky comment. When it doesn’t come, she says, “Anyways find a time to apologize to her and me for that matter. You crashed our date and don’t think I’m going to let you off the hook for that.”

“You can have the East Village house.”

“And?”

The car greets her with quiet ease as it starts and the phone call switches over from her phone to the car’s Bluetooth. During the change, she might have missed what he said next but the mention of Romania doesn’t go unnoticed by her. Their ancestral home had become a place of mystery after years on the run and changed identities. She barely remembers the last time she had even stepped foot on Romanian soil let alone visit the estate he is offering up. “And a trip to the Bucharest estate.”

“Deal.”

As usual, he doesn’t say goodbye when he hangs up, letting the disconnected sound speak for him. One might think he would learn basic manners when in reality, he was simply forgotten to care about human customs entirely. The emotions of another are not his concern most of the time unless they belong to a woman nicknamed Sunny who is growing to hate him with each passing minute.

Silence is a welcomed visitor as sleep coaxes her to drift into the abyss of nothingness. When Yelena slipped out of her window, she quickly checked every other window and entry into her apartment to ensure that no one else might sneak in. One intruder a night is enough for her as she lies staring at the ceiling. The anxiety she felt before Yelena came has dwindled down to its normal level, that is what feels normal to a person who has been in hiding for five years and chooses to work with children daily. However, at this rate, her children might become the light of her life, her escape from the chaos that Alix has brought with her.

Alix.

Alix is in New York. Alix is here. She knows where Y/N… where Sunny is. And no one has a single clue about what she wants with her. No amount of digging up the past will bring an idea to fruition, leading her down the dark hallway of her mind that she has purposely ignored for the last five years. There’s no way that she would come back now to get her. They weren’t even together for that long so her being the one that got away, the love of Alix’s miserable life is highly improbable. Her knowledge of Lycan and other creatures similar was limited until hours ago. She poses no threat to her gang or any other Lycan. As for her brother though. The police hadn’t believed her back then so why would they magically change their minds now? Why would she suddenly be more credible now to them? Even if they did believe her, her testimony wouldn’t be enough to put Alix away, and if by some miracle, it did, she wouldn’t be in prison for long. She had the best legal team drugs and blood could buy so it wouldn’t matter if there was a star witness to testify against her.

Against Alix, she doesn’t stand a chance. Against Alix, she is powerless, vulnerable, and weak. Against Alix, she is nothing.

And that crushing weight of nothing is what fills her as sleep overtakes her body.

A crueler mistress than time is humanity. Humans have laid waste to the world that Bucky loved and grew up in. Humans have twisted the myths about his kind until they became feared demons who people sought to destroy. Humans have ruined any chance at a ‘normal’ life or what can be considered normal to a creature that lives for as long as they wish. Normal is not in his kind’s vocabulary even when Steve and Peggy adopted a child to resemble a nuclear family. He had advised them against it, explaining that they would either watch their child grow old and die or they’d have to damn him to a fate no one truly wanted. Found family is the only family that Strigoi can afford to have.

They ignored him even though he was their leader, going through with the adoption and bringing home their beautiful son, Wyatt. In efforts to make up for their lack of obedience to his word, they made Bucky the godfather and Natasha the godmother which meant everything to the woman who never imagined she would have a family. His sentiment wavered when he laid eyes on the perfect child who cooed and reached for him the moment he came to stand in front of Peggy.

“Would you like to hold Wyatt James?” she had slipped in his middle name as an extra apology but it was not needed.

Holding Wyatt in his arms, warmth, and joy he hadn’t felt in years burst through his rigid body and brought tears to his eyes. Before him was a human child that knew no judgment, no hatred, and only felt what appeared to be loved as he giggled and wiggled in his arms. Before him was the one thing he hadn’t felt since his family died at the hands of enraged villagers; pure love and adoration.

She reminded him of Romania albeit because they were both forbidden fruit he would forever be tempted with. No amount of blood would quench the thirst he felt when she crossed his mind. No amount of alcohol would quail the fever in his stomach that she ignited when he saw her. No amount of weed could suppress his urge to take, claim, and own her. The remaining human side of him felt disgusted when these urges appeared but how heavenly would it be to allow himself to switch off his humanity and indulge?

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #mob au #bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes imagine #mob!bucky #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes and reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #when night comes bucky barnes #marvel #marvel imagine #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier #vampire au #vampire bucky barnes #vampire!bucky

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mackerel1522 · 6 months ago

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Hey guys, have we already considered that maybe Fyodor is the same as IRL!Dostoevsky?

We know he already met Bram at least a few times and Bram Stoker's "Dracula" is set in the late 19th century - the same century IRL!Dostoevsky lived in.

What I'm trying to say is: What if our Fedya was actually born in 1821 just like the real author? What if our Fedya is actually the Dostoevsky?

First: Dostoyevsky's Works

Fyodor's character/ability/environment containt lots of references to most of his works:

- Crime and Punishment: the crime is being killed and as a punishment he take over the body of the killer + his character is heavely Raskonikov-coded

- The Demons: Fyodor is often refered to as a demon (or as the "Northern Devil")

*also another title of this novel is 'The Possessed' which heavily refers to his ability too

- Notes From The Underground: Fyodor's philosophy has a lot in common with the one of the "Underground Man" (the narrator and protagonist of the novella)

- The House of the Dead: his organisation "Rats in the House of the Dead" is based partially on the novel

- The Gambler: we see him play at the begining of the manga against Ace (and nails it) + later the Sky Casino where he sends Sigma

(The list continues but it'd take way too long for me to cover all of it TuT')

- The Double: his double-personality-faking after his breakdown in mersault is "The Double"-coded

- The Brothers Karamazov: in an interview, Asagiri revealed he based most of Fyodor's personality on a scene of the novel (the one where Ivan Karamazov talks to 'the devil')

Secondly: Rodion Raskolnikov

Fyodor and Rodion share a lot of common points - Fyodor being heavely Raskolnikov-coded:

First and most obvious: Fedya's ability is C&P and Rodya is the protagonist from C&P

The complex personality: Fyodor is a highly intelligent and enigmatic character. He is confident, exceptionally intelligent, manipulative and can easily see through his enemies' desires and plans. Rodion, on the other hand, is a lonely former student who actively rejects the society's morality. Just like Fedya, Rodya considers himself an exceptional man and wants to test the limits of his own freedom by committing murder. His personality is also tormented and complex.

Common themes: Both characters explore deep themes such as guilt, suffering, redemption and human nature. They both embody dark and complex aspects of the human psyche.

Thirdly: Dostoyevsky and Dostoyevsky

IRL!Dostoyevsky and Our!Dostoyevsky also have a lot of common points:

Personality/Lives:

Both were born on November 11 in Russia

Both have been sentenced to death/sent to prison

Both are very religious people

Both traveled a lot around the world

Both have chronic illnesses (epilepsy/anemia)

Both share a similar philosophy (Orthodox Christianity and Utopian Socialism)

Common themes: religion, redemption, guilt, suffering, human nature, gambling, death, chronic illness, psychology, etc...

Fourthly: Crime and Punishment

"I am crime. I am punishment. Crime and punishment are close friends. Borders vanish. Rooms awaken. The incarnation of death, the master of the ability-consuming fog… Eat, howl, and make violence as your instinct desires. This is neither a loss of control nor a singularity." - Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungo Stray Dogs Dead Apple)

There is definitely more to Fyodor's ability than "just" possessing the one who just killed him. For instance we have what happened in Dead Apple but we also have some more details that should be noticed (I think): Don't you find it intriguing how everytime before he dies his eyes are light but once he is resurrected his eyes turn dark again? The same happens when he fakes a double personality after his breakdown in mersault: his eyes turn the lightest we've ever seen him have but once he abandons the act they turn pitch black again.

Y'all remember how Harukawa said something like "the darker the eyes, the darker the personality, the lighter the eyes, the closest they are to the good side"? (sorry I don't remember the correct quote but it's something like that)

Intriguing, huh?

Finally: "Dostoyevsky is immortal!"

In his novel "The Master and Margarita", Mikhail Bulgakov says "Dostoyevsky is immortal!". In the manga, we just learned Fyodor's ability which, as said before, consist basically in taking over the body of the one who just killed him. Based on all the canon events of the manga, mostly everything conducts us to think Dostoyevsky's, in fact, immortal. Could Asagiri have been inspired by this quote? That could be possible. (Would it be extremely cool? Hell yeah.)

What if our Dostoyevsky is the Dostoyevsky but in a reality where he is, in fact, immortal?

What do you guys think about it? Do you have another theory? Do you wanna add something? (I'm open to everything! Tell me what you think - whether it's the same or the opposite, I'm curious!)

#bungo stray dog #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd theories #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #bsd fyodor dostoevsky #bsd meta #bsd crime and punishment #bsd dead apple #bsd 114.5 #bsd spoilers #heavy spoilers!!#please tell me what you think!

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