#Half-vampire

[warriorofthought]

Saving a Poisoned Half-Vampire

Summary: You are one of Lord Elrond`s favorite vampire friends, he loves you, but one day his mansion is attacked during a festival by humans. You are injured and poisoned. It hurts you much more than other vampires because you are half vampire. Lord Elrond finds you alone in a room a little later when the other vampires have already left. He has been looking for you but has not found you yet.

Word count: 2.521

Warning: mention of injuries

Lord Elrond x Reader

You are laying on the ground in a pool of your own blood.

The blood seeps deep out of your wound and hurts. You try to breathe normally but the pain is too strong.

You hear some footsteps outside and then Lord Elrond walks in the door.

You see how Lord Elrond's eyes  surprised. His beloved half-vampire was hurt by the humans. He tries not to look too worried after all he's a vampire lord, but he's always had a special place for you, especially since you're so powerful even if you're only half vampire.

Then your eyes meet his.

Lord Elrond can see that you are really hurt. He walks over to you and helps you sit on the bed. He looks at your wound with fear, and after a while he removes your top and cleans the wound carefully with a cloth.

He is worried but he is trying to be strong for you.

"I'm sorry" you squeeze out under pain.

"They had me surrounded and I was too surprised to react" you say slightly ashamed.

"Shh shh, it's not your fault" Lord Elrond says, he sounds calm and tries to comfort you. "But we have to take care of it before it gets infected". He cleans the wound again.

Then he looks at you, "Can I ask you a question?"

You nod.

"What were you doing all alone here?" Lord Elrond says, "I thought you would be with the other vampires for the festival".

He is worried that something happened to you before the attack. And he also wants to know why the other vampires abandoned you.

"I was, but we got separated. And you know how they are, they have properly forgotten that i was with them, I'm just a Half-vampire." You say softly.

"They are stupid for forgetting you, you are valuable for me and them" Lord Elrond says, his anger is evident. "But I won't leave you like them, I will take good care of you".

He keeps cleaning your wound but seems to be very angry with the other vampires.

You see a slight flesh of worry go through his eyes as he sees the like black roots lines spread from your wound and decorate your white skin.

"It's worse than it should be, huh? It's because of my human side, because I'm not a full vampire?" You ask your vampire Lord Elrond.

"Yes, it's because of your human half, the poison spreads quicker in your blood" Lord Elrond explains.

He takes your hand, and you feel how worried he is. And how much he loves you.

"Don't worry, I've got you, I'll get you through this"

He looks at you and gives you a reassuring squeeze to your hand before he continues cleaning your wound.

"My dear... my little flower" he says, his voice is full of love and care.

You nod and can feel how your heartbeat calms down. Lord Elrond hears it too.

"I have tried to heal it myself, you know with my power. But my hands got burned" you say confused. Lord Elrond knows that this is because of the poison, the poison doesn't let your vampire Magic work.

Lord Elrond grabs your hands and looks at the burn marks, then he heals them.

"Yes, that is a bad sign, if your power can't heal it, it means that the poison is too strong, we have to do something"

Lord Elrond checks your wound again, it seems like the poison has spread more and it looks really serious. He seems worried.

"I don't have any powerful healing spells that could heal something so strong, because I never needed them. The vampires who are injured, always heal themselves", he says with a worried look.

He checks you for other injuries but he finds none.

You nod softly " s'not your fault" you whisper and you lean your head back against the pillow.

Lord Elrond looks at you and says "We have to talk about something... Important". He pauses for a moment and looks at you with a worried look.

You know that when Lord Elrond is this serious, something must be wrong. Suddenly you hear a knock on the door. "My lord?" you hear someone say.

"What is it?" Lord Elrond answers and the person outside the door says "The other vampires are here, they want to speak with you".

Lord Elrond looks at you but he does not seem happy about having visitors.

"you can go, i won't die quick" you say and slightly shove him on his arm

Lord Elrond looks at you concerned and he says "Are you sure?".

"I'll be back in a moment" he says.

Lord Elrond gets up and you hear him walking to the door, then he talks to the vampires outside the door, they seem to have something important to talk about.

You are alone in the room, and you don't know how long it takes till the vampires are finished talking. You notice how your head is starting to become dizzy, and the black veins have started to spread even more.

The fever is strong and you feel very hot.

After a long while the door opens and Lord Elrond comes in. He walks over to you and sits on the bed. With his hand, he lays a cold cloth on your forehead. You notice that the black veins have spread a lot and the poison seems to spread very quickly.

"My dear Flower..." Lord Elrond says, you can see how worried he is. "I'm afraid I have to tell you..."

Your eyes focus on Lord Elrond. And you hand reach out to him.

You touch his hand. It feels warm. You also feel how your heart beats fast and your head is spinning. You look at him with scared eyes. You are afraid of what he wants to tell you.

"You are sicker than I thought, the poison seems to be a little too strong for you" Lord Elrond says, he sounds sad and worried. He is holding your hand.

"I don't want to lose you..." You hear him say.

"Lord Elrond, can you call me again your Flower" you ask weakly, wanting to hear it one last time from him.

"My dear Flower" Lord Elrond says as he looks at you, "My precious and wonderful Flower."

His voice sounds so loving and his eyes are filled with tears.

"I love you, and I am so sorry..."

"What if we burn the wound" you ask, knowing it would hurt badly but it would stop the poison from spreading further for a while. It would give time to find an Antidote.

Lord Elrond listens to what you suggest with hope in his eyes.

He thinks for a second but looks at you worried. "It would hurt you much more, but it might delay the poison. But I don't know how much time we have..."

Lord Elrond looks sad but is still determined to help you.

"I'll do it if you want, my dear flower."

You nod and see how Lord Elrond quickly gets the things he needs. Then he puts a cloth in your mouth so you don't break your teeth or bite your tongue because of the pain.

your hands hold on to the duvet cover. you don't want to accidentally hit Lord Elrond in pain.

You hear how he puts the stone in the fire and then look at you as he waits that the stone is hot enough.

You feel the temperature in the room get hotter and hotter. The stone in the fire is getting brighter and hotter.

You wait with your teeth clenched and your hand on the duvet cover. You are prepared for the worst pain you've ever felt.

After a while you hear Lord Elrond say "I think it's hot enough now..."

And then he places the stone on your wound.

The pain is unbearable and you scream as loud as you can, even if you don't want to make a sound.

Your back arched slightly in pain but Lord Elrond held the stone to the wound. You can feel how tears run down your face, but you don't try to stop Lord Elrond. You know he does the right thing.

You feel the heat burning your skin and you are in so much pain that you can't stop yourself from screaming.

Lord Elrond holds the stone on your wound, he looks at you, he knows that you are in so much pain.

"You have to be strong my dear flower" he says, he sounds worried and his voice is filled with love. "One more minute" he says.

Then as he is finished he quickly puts the clothes away from your mouth and helps you take deep breaths.

Finally it is over. Lord Elrond looks at you, the black veins and roots are still on your skin, but they are not spreading as bad as before.

Lord Elrond wipes your tears, and says "How do you feel?"

You can feel how weak your body is, the poison really affected you. But you say as calmly as you can "I feel better, thank you...".

"Love you" you whisper breathless.

Lord Elrond smiles at you and holds your hand. "I love you more than anything in this world, my dear flower".

He looks happy to see you get a little better. But still, he is very worried about you.

"Are you going to search for a Antidote now? Maybe the human that poisoned me had it " you ask softly and with innocent eyes.

You know that Lord Elrond has not seen that human who poisoned you.

"Yes, I have a human servant looking for him now. I'm sure we will find him and I will make him pay for what he did to you."

Lord Elrond says, and he actually looks very mad. He has never had this much anger towards a human.

"You will get better and stronger, dear Flower. Don't worry" he says with a reassuring smile.

You nod softly " i know, i trust you" you whisper breathless and smile at him.

Then you hear Lord Elrond suggest that you should drink a little bit of blood, because your skin is so Pale. He knows you hate to drink blood.

"I know you don't like to drink blood, but you lost a lot of it, so you must regain your strength. Just a little drink, to get back to full strength. I need my little flower to be healthy again", Lord Elrond says with a loving voice.

He gets up from the bed and walks over to the table where a cup of blood is just waiting for you.

He holds the glass to your mouth and look gentle but firmly at you

"Just a sip, it will help you. Trust me." Lord Elrond says to you.

You are not sure about this. But you also know that the poison took a toll on your body.

Lord Elrond says with a soft voice "Come on, my little Flower. I know you can do it."

He holds the glass to your lips and waits for you to drink.

You open your mouth and Lord Elrond quickly forces you to drink the blood. You swallow quickly and your eyes travel over his face.

Lord Elrond continues to press the cup against your mouth until the cup is empty. Then he puts it down, and looks at you.

You swallow the blood and the taste of it makes you feel nauseous. But you try to ignore it.

Lord Elrond smiles at you and says "that's Good" he then takes your hand.

"How do you feel?" he says as he looks into your eyes.

"a bit better" you nod slowly

"That's good" Lord Elrond says, he looks happy that the blood helped you.

You can feel how you are getting stronger and healthier again. The poison starts to leave your body. But you are still very weak.

Lord Elrond sits on the bed beside you. "I'm staying with you until you feel better" he says with a kind voice.

"That's how I want to see you. You are getting better, my dear Flower." Lord Elrond says, he sounds happy.

"I think my human servant is almost back from finding the poisoner. When he is here, I'll kill this human for what he did to you."

He looks a little angry. You know that he won't let this human get away with this. But he is still happy to see you get better.

Lord Elrond looks relieved and happy.

"I know you are not fully okay yet, but the healing process is starting and slowly the poison is getting weaker." He says.

"Now we can focus on finding the antidote for you. I'm sure it will be very helpful for you".

Lord Elrond smiles at you, "My dear Flower" he says.

Lord Elrond is happy to hear that you feel a little bit better. "Good, good" he says and gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"But you should rest, you need to regain your energy" he says and looks at your pale skin again.

"Just rest a little more, and get back to full strength."

"Good" Lord Elrond says, and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"We will find the antidote and you will be fully recovered. You'll become stronger than ever."

He looks at you with a confident look. "I believe in you, my little half-vampire. You are strong".

He puts his hand on your hair and strokes it gently.

"You see, a drink of blood can do a lot of good" Lord Elrond says, he still sounds worried.

Now that your strength is back, you notice that he is still holding your hand and he is not willing to let go. He says "Take a little rest, I will stay here just in case."

Lord Elrond is not willing to leave you alone.

After a while you fall asleep. In the meantime the servant finds the human who has poisoned you and brings him back to Bruchtal. The servant even looks for the antidote and finds his description on a letter, which he immediately took with him.

Lord Elrond is immediately informed about that and the servant hands him the receipt.

Lord Elrond quickly gathers all ingredients and mixes the Antidote. 

Then he comes to you and lubricates you on the wound. 

Your condition until then has deteriorated and you are no longer responsive, so Lord Elrond hopes that the Antidote is attacking the Poison. 

After a few hours, Lord Elrond can see a recovery, the black veins fade and disappear slowly. 

Then you open your eyes again and you look directly into Lord Elrond's face, who is smiling happily at you. 

Your fever has fallen and your other symptoms also disappear slowly. 

Soon you are with full power again and support Lord Elrond again in his activities and as a loved one.

Later, you will learn that Lord Elrond had put the Human in court and he has received a violent punishment.

[gothtransandroid]

NecroPunk: The Arid Blisters

Not a nation or coalition, but a series of pocket communities spread out across the blasted wastes where no life of any kind is seen from above, the Arid Blisters are large pocket caves made from high intensity magic from the cataclysm that brought about the necromantic devastation on the landscape. The importants of the blisters is how they got their name, as the discarded undead from across the world with nowhere to go who escaped pursuit from the greater undead such as the Vampire Lords and the Anticleric all funnelled their way into the caves. Due to both factions losing interest that far into the wastes, the caves continued to accumulate the runoff from the world until those in charge began calling them blisters just waiting to pop from the overcrowding of undead.

Amongst the most common found in the blisters are revenants who were either never bound to a master or escaped before a master could rebind them at death, then a rather large burden of half-vampires who either from birth or from some strange sorcerous resistance could fend off some of the curses rougher power over them, and the wildest of all are the academic run-off from the Archlich's citadel who were smart enough to know the blisters would put them out of reach from the Anticleric.

While the Arid Blisters have no political heirarchy, any living beings who enter are expected to give way to the existant undead as trials of abuse and submission have left the citizenship in each boil raw and untrusting. The academics from the citadel in particular are only kept to operate as doctors in a fashion, and if any of them attempt submissive necromancy on the populace they are actively torn to shreds when found without trial, mainly because its rather easy to test if someone has been made to submit to a necromancer and it usually involves even causing the slightest harm to the caster. A light punch alone is impossible for submissive undead lest the magic backfire.

Without much need for food or water the revenants tend to be treated more favorably as needed labor for building homes and reiforcing cave structures, while the half-bloods need minimal food but gain large boosts to strength from drinking blood and thus are kept a a militia against drifting monstrosities and beasts both above and below the wastes. As necromancy is mostly banned by the blisters by default, if the citadel rejects do participate in combat its likely against something large enough to waste a whole blister and as such destructive magics are preferred for combat means. Any other living citizens are by default hunters and must gather their own food or materials for the craftsmen to use.

Blisters do not tend to fight one another over anything, and even tend to join if the caverns below connect to one another, but where they do draw the line is if there is a limited amount of citadel rejects to go around for the growing revenant and half-bloof population. This is especially rough as the half-vampires have divergent biology from one another, even the born ones are barely similar enough to treat for illnesses that push back against their cursed vigor, so the makeshift doctorage of the citadel rejects cant be spread too thin lest the blisters burst out into war to maintain their kind.

[itsesmerose]

OC HEADCANON #001

Two 5th grade classes from two different schools go to a museum in Oovlepev for a school field trip, Nelovia Jeshlovic's 5th grade class and Dreshlosclovia's 5th grade class. After the lunch break is a scavenger hunt, the kids from both schools are working on the same scavenger hunt. "Where are we supposed to find a bronze rock with dark swirls in it?" Jeremiah asks Emerald. Emerald rolls her eyes. "Ugghhhh! In the room on the first floor with the rock collection. Let's go!" Emerald pulls Jeremiah to the room she's talking about. Jeremiah finds the rock and reaches for it at the same time someone else reaches for it. "Jer- Oh." Emerald says in an awkward way. "Hi." The boy standing in front of Jeremiah says. "Hi." Jeremiah says letting go of the rock. Emerald watches them hesitantly. “You’re a…vampire.” Matthew says.

[loumandivorce]

their achilles heels cut the way slaves' were cut. the monstrous racist caricatures drawn. louis depicted as a violent, unstable, and predatory man. not allowing them to speak. the abuser crying about his loneliness as the entire crowd cries with him. louis begging on his knees and telling lestat he'll never leave him, will do whatever he wants, will always be happy, if he just turns claudia. even when lestat admits his faults the crowd sides with him. armand saying lestat took the pieces of louis life and reframed them to build an effigy to lestat as if he didn't do the exact same. claudia telling lestat and louis it was never about her. "i could not prevent it" as he controls an entire crowd. claudia singing "i dont like windows when they close" as she dies. louis buried in rocks and the rocks in the dubai penthouse. the absence of metaphor is striking.

[shadowworldwanderers]

Joe Vattore

Name: Joe Vattore Nickname: Joey Love Interests: Nellie Shroud Appearance: Pale skin with a very slight tan, blonde hair, blue eyes. Joe tends to be shirtless at home and wears a lot of short shirts and tank tops, sometimes with a matching hat, and shorts outside. Height: 6'1 History: Joe is a half-vampire, although he doesn't know that. What he does know is his work as a handyman for the Vet clinic has let him meet Nellie, and he wants to get to know her better.

[gattaxa]

Kate Bishop & Yelena Belova Vampire!AU

"She looked so pretty like the Devil."

[anyataylorjoys]

VAN HELSING —2004, written by Stephen Sommers

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Feeding

Male Half-Demon Yandere x Gender Neutral Vampire Reader CW: Noncon, blood drinking, biting/cutting for blood, making out, drugged sex, drugged reader, forced addiction, overstimulation, reader fucked well and truly out of their mind whilst high on demon blood, aftercare, general yandere behavior Word count: 1.6k (Sorry this took forever. The image of reader sitting on dick while sucking blood from a wrist was living rent free in my head and I had to write this. Written on my phone, hopefully I fixed all the weird formatting and typos.)

The full moon shone brightly in the clear winter night. With each exhale, your breath plumed out visibly. The shadows of trees stretched long and spindly, grasping for a material world they were incapable of grabbing hold of. You hid amongst the bushes, silently watching the small bar in front of you. It was a secluded place. Quiet and down the road from anything else. Perfect for a person to grab a drink. Even a vampire like yourself. This was your first night in this town, but there were almost always places like this to slake your thirst. 

Wait for a drunk customer to come stumbling out and nab them to have a drink of your own. Then, if you needed to, use your hypnotic powers to make them think it was all a dream. 

That's what you had intended tonight. But then you caught a whiff of a human that smelled much more tempting than any other you had ever encountered. 

The bartender. Your sharp ears could pick up his name even from outside. Wade. Not that you needed to bother knowing it.

You decided to wait for the last lingering patron to leave the bar before sneaking in and making your move. It took a few hours, and your joints grew stiff in the cold, but finally, the bartender was alone, and you could make your move. You were practically salivating as you slipped into the bar, and his scent hit you more directly. You couldn't wait to taste what waited in his veins. Luckily, you didn't have to. 

"Sorry, we've just closed," he said as he heard you enter.

With superhuman speed, you rushed behind him, barely having time to note the surprised expression on his face. 

You wasted no time on pleasantries and sank your fangs into his neck.

Instantly, you were lost in his flavor. His blood was glorious. But after one drink, your eyes glazed and your thoughts were foggy. 

He plucked you off of him easily, and you fell to the floor, dizzy and confused but yearning for more of him. You were so thirsty. A mild sense of euphoria washed over you, but your body felt weak and wobbly. 

Wade stared down at you, smirking. His brown hair turned silver, small black horns sprouted from his forehead, and his hazel eyes glowed red.

"What's wrong? Bit off more than you could chew?"

Not much blood had been consumed, so you started to get to your feet, but Wade wanted you nice and helpless. He rubbed his fingers to the bite mark you had left and shoved his fingers into your mouth and smeared the drug on your tongue. You immediately slumped against the counter.

He went and locked up the bar before returning to your side and administering another hit of his blood. You eagerly drank it up. It was too irresistible. 

Then he gently led you downstairs where he apparently lived. 

"Didn't realize I was part demon or didn’t know demon blood was like a narcotic? Maybe you didn't know either of those..." 

He tossed you on the bed rather unceremoniously.

"Thought you were gonna get an easy meal, but you're gonna feed me too!"

Assuming that he ate beings with magic, you looked up at him with a horrified expression and scrambled to get off the bed. He stopped you and pushed you back.

"I'm nourished by intoxication and addiction the way sex and lust nourishes an incubus," he explained, having noted the fear on your face.

Though you still had a fierce thirst for his blood, you weren't addicted. Yet. Just significantly increased blood cravings. You had the presence of mind to know what he intended, and you didn't want to be a captive.

"You can't do this!"

The effects of his blood on your body were rapidly wearing off. It had only been a small amount. You could use your speed to zip awa-

"I can do whatever I want to a little leech like you~" 

Wade pinned you on the bed and used the sharp nail of his thumb to slice his wrist before shoving his wrist to your mouth. You tried to turn away and keep your mouth closed, but you could feel the warm blood tingle your lips, and the smell was all-encompassing. Tired of your struggles, he smacked you hard across the cheek. You could have shrugged off a strike from a normal human, but he had demonic strength. As he had anticipated, you cried out in pain. With your mouth open, he jammed his bloody wrist right into your mouth. 

Once a drop had touched your tongue for the third time that night, all your resolve melted away. You relaxed under him and greedily lapped at his wrist. Now that it was in you, you needed more.

As you gave into your dark desires and fed off Wade, he fed off the intoxication and the budding addiction growing inside you. 

But the whole situation had his cock straining painfully in his jeans. 

He maneuvered your clothes off as well as his, but your attention was focused on your meal. You whimpered and grabbed for his arm as he pulled it away to lube up his cock. Just because he was doing this for nourishment didn't mean he couldn't have some fun. Besides, being all cute and needy for his blood made you look far too tempting for the half-demon. 

He pulled you into his lap and slid his thick cock into you.

Wade put his arm up to you so you could suckle from his wrist as he slowly fucked into you. A large demonic cock like Wade's would have stretched and hurt the hole of any human, but you were far more durable. In fact, it felt quite nice. His blood seemed to heighten pleasurable sensations while reducing unpleasant ones.

You moaned softly as you fed.

"That's it, take alllll you want babe. I regenerate faster than you can drink."

It must have been true. His wound had healed and you had to bite his wrist to draw more blood. He didn't seem to mind. 

The demon kissed your neck and sucked it softly as he continued pumping into you. Never too hard to interrupt your meal. 

He kept the slow and considerate pace until you had finished. Blood was smeared all over the lower half of your face, your eyes glossy and half lidded. You were barely cognizant of your surroundings anymore. All you knew was that you felt warm, happy, relaxed and, for the first time since you had turned, alive.

Wade angled your face towards him and kissed you deeply from behind, enjoying the taste of blood from your lips and the rush of energy he got from getting you high. He brushed his tongue against your fangs to draw blood so you could suck it while the two of you made out sloppily. The half-demon broke the kiss, a sanguine string of saliva and blood connected your lips for a moment. Wade hastened the tempo of his thrusts into you as his mind raced over the implications of having you. 

A human would have died from just a drink of demon's blood. That's why he blended each bottle of booze in his bar with but a single drop. Just enough to subconsciously coax humans to crave coming back to his bar and give Wade a bit more intoxication to sustain himself. But he didn't have to hold back with you at all. 

Rapturous moans left your body as your pleasure reached its zenith. Your normally frighteningly pale face was actually flushed.

"You enjoying yourself?" Wade smirked and kept going.

You could only weep silently as the overwhelming sensations from the drug and sex mingled into an overwhelming wave of ecstasy bearing down brutally upon you. 

With supernatural stamina he kept going for hours, he readministered his blood as needed. Every time he made you cum you whimpered. Each orgasm seemed to hold within it a greater and greater threat of throwing you off the brink of sanity and shattering your mind. 

By the end of it, when he had finally had enough after filling you with cum over and over again, you were a shaky drooling mess. His demonic features faded away as he picked you up. Then he took you to the tub and bathed you gently, getting all the dried blood off your face and cleaning up all the semen leaking from your hole. 

"Sorry I had to give you so much. Have to get you hooked on it."

Wade picked you up and wrapped you in a soft towel. You were too out of it to respond.

"The crashes aren't bad though at least. Extreme cravings but no life threatening illness or anything."

He kissed your forehead and tucked you in before getting under the covers and spooning you. 

"You're gonna love it here I promise. All the blood you want. I'm not just keeping you here to feed me, I could see glimpses inside your mind when your inebriation nourished me."

The half-demon ran a hand soothingly up and down your side.

"I know we're compatible lovers. You'll see."

You could hear his words but could just barely process them. 

"B-but.." You protested weakly.

"Hush now. You need to rest."

He put his arm around your waist and held you protectively. It was so much easier to just let sleep claim you than it was to resist.

Wade stayed up far longer though. All the thoughts of the wonderful life you two would share together running through his head and keeping him awake. It would be amazing. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

He'd treat you so well and make sure his little vampire was always happy. And he'd keep you hopelessly addicted to his blood. You'd be so helpless and dependent on him that you'd simply never be able to escape.

[salmonandfox]

Can't decide what team to be on for Art Fight so i re-reffed characters who are thematic to both.

One is cursed and turns into a dog part time (Hi Kynan) and the other is a half vampire. The other half is probably anxiety.

Should I put my Spidersona up too?

I know I need to finish the book but Art Fight is once a year and I really like playing art-fairy when I can.

Art Fight - Nightgaunt's Profile

[alexwilltellyouthings]

Hi queer fans of queer stuff! How are we feeling with today's TV industry? How about really bloody angry?

Look, the recent cancelation of Dead Boy Detectives is obviously personal for its fandom, but it's also one more nail in the coffin and I think we have to start doing something about it together.

I went through this with Sense8. With Our Flag Means Death. With smaller but also amazing shows like The Bastard Son and the Devil Himself. Not to mention when it's not cancelled yet but it's boycotted with seasons cut in half or zero marketing. *I am tired*.

If you are too, I ask you to join the campaign. This is specifically about increasing views and attention, not because Netflix is necessarily going to change their minds (we know that's unlikely), but because we want to prove that we exist as a group.

So even if you don't feel like actually watching right now, we ask you to give it a stream if you have a Netflix account, with headphones connected or low volume. If you don't have a Netflix account, and honestly good for you, you can help by boosting us in social media.

I do recommend Dead Boy Detectives for real, it's REALLY good, but this is more about joining forces. They want numbers, so we give them numbers in the most petty way: after they cancelled so that other networks will get interested. At the very least, the crew and creators might get some royalties and they deserve it after busting their asses for years to give us this season.

TL;DR: stream dead boy detectives as a community to shove it in their faces

[bluemuffin-draws]

Du Lac de Lioncourt fam I miss you

[janeacular]

not to be that girl but when I see yall reference to / draw "that half blank half apocalyptic look" on Armand he always looks uncanny and like, supposed to be scary. Which surprises me because that is not how I envisioned that line at all lmao so mayhaps I am the problem but my interpretation was always that the "half blank half apocalyptic look" was the look he had when his PTSD triggered and he's partially dissociated, partially terrified, partially desperate, partially not even in the room anymore. flashbacking etc. which would also explain why louis was like So what's it gonna be? Fight or Fawn? your two trauma responses? You gonna deal with these feelings with anger or appeasement? Or your other coping mechanism turning it into a sex thing? Is that not how you guys perceived that line too? am I tweaking?

[buffysummers]

Ranking Buffy Summers' hair evolution (as voted by my followers) 2/11

[starplatinumnun]

being jotaro kujo must have been insane. you are 17 years old. one day you wake up and a purple ghost is haunting you. all it does is punch people and get you beer. you lock yourself into jail. all the prisoners are scared of you. your xenophobic american grandpa shows up with his psychic egyptian friend and tells you you need to kill your bisexual vampire half-great-grunkle to save your mother. suddenly, you're on the worst road trip in the history of mankind with a frenchman, a dog, an autistic nerd, a psychic, and your xenophobic grandpa with a metal hand. you have to fight an orangutan, a cowboy, a baby, a falcon, and the sun, all in the span of 60 days. all of your friends die

[fishfingersandscarves]

some guys have it

[platoapproved]