#THE VAMP IS CHAMP!

[meanderfall]

honestly kind of emotional over how happy astarion is to do all this shit he couldnt do as a vampire spawn

[ev4n3571-becausewn]

Here is a very quickly drawn picture of vamp mumbo as a buttercup looking at the floor cus he seems like that kinda guy to me

what a champ

Now I wish i drew a flower in his hair tho. Darn it

[rizlowwritessortof]

Worth It

This was written for @stusbunker Stu's Sinema Challenge. My Deadly Sin was Envy, quote is in bold in the fic.

Of course Dean doesn't mind if you go hang out with some guy you knew in your civilian life. You know, the kind of life he never had. It's fine.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4,174

Warnings: Smut, Oral (male & female receiving), swearing - you know, the usual 😊

The air is thick with the smell of sweat, blood and death. You, Sam and Dean are back to back to back in the middle of the room, most of the nest lying scattered around you. Dean lunges forward and slices another vamp across the chest, then swings his machete in a hard downward stroke, taking the monster’s head and sending it rolling across the floor.

He turns as you take on the last one standing. The furious creature hisses, running at you, and Dean watches in admiration as you whirl and slash in a graceful, macabre dance of blade and blood, sending the undead thing to Purgatory. “Fuck me, nice move,” he says, and you turn, wiping a smear of blood from your cheek.

“Thanks!” you answer with a bright smile. Dean’s stare is like a physical touch, and your smile slowly fades, something primitive crackling in the air between you. Then Sam speaks and the spell is broken.

“You got the last one, I guess Dean’s buying!” he laughs, and Dean huffs as he turns to wipe the blade of his machete on a bale of hay.

“I don’t know why I bet with you,” he grumbles, and you laugh.

“Hey, it was your idea, champ.” You grin even wider at his grumpiness, digging a little more. “I’m feeling really thirsty, too.”

His lips twitch as he smothers a smile, reluctant to give in that easily. “Yeah, yeah. I pay my bets. Let’s burn this dump and get outta here. I could use a beer or six myself.”

You hit your room almost running, anxious to get showered and hit the bar, conveniently located right across the two-lane highway from your motel. You feel alive, a buzzing just beneath your skin - adrenaline and something else, something that’s making you feel a little reckless. You push down the memory of Dean’s expression back in the barn, staring at you like he was just as hungry as those vamps. That’s something you don’t allow yourself to think about, so you focus on the night ahead, hoping there will be some pretty local boy in that place who’s in the mood to get lucky. And who hopefully has the skills to make you get lucky.

The three of you walk into the local dive together, eyes adjusting quickly to the dim, cloudy lighting. Dean heads to the bar to grab some beers as you and Sam stake out a table, waiting for the night’s benefactor to return with the reward for your victory.

He’s smiling as he arrives, handing you an icy longneck with an exaggerated bow and holding his out as you all toast together. “Hate to admit it, but that last move of yours – you deserved to win. This time.”

“Awwww… thanks, you big teddy bear, you.”

“All right, all right,” he grumbles, but he’s smiling and you know he likes it when you call him sweet names, even if he’d never admit it.

Sam is staring towards the bar, and you turn to look. “Oh, Sammy – bartender’s kinda cute, and she’s looking at you!” you tease, and he blushes a little, his dimples flashing as he shakes his head with a grin.

“Shut up, half-pint.”

“Want me to introduce you?” Dean jabs at his brother, and Sam rolls his eyes.

“No. Both of you, get drunk and stupid and do what you do, I can take care of my own shit.” He grabs his beer and heads for the bar, taking a seat and striking up a conversation with the cute brunette.

“Kind of dead in here. Wanna shoot some pool? Maybe you can win something tonight!” You head for the back of the room, Dean following you with a smirk.

“Gloat away, smartass – I’d love to teach you a lesson.”

The two of you play a couple of games, exchanging snarky comments and sexual innuendos as usual accompanied by laughter and more beer. Around 9 pm a small group of guys walk in, and you glance up, followed by an ‘Oh, my god… I don’t believe it.”

“What?” Dean asked, taking his shot, standing when he finishes to look towards where your stare is aimed.

“I know those guys. Well, a couple of them.”

“Oh, yeah – you grew up around here somewhere, didn’t you?”

“I went to high school a couple of towns over. Still, never thought I’d see anybody I knew. I’m gonna go over and say hi. You don’t mind, do you?”

Dean shrugs, shaking his head, turning his attention back to the pool table, one eye on you as you approach the group of twenty-somethings. Of course he doesn’t mind, why should he mind? That self-destructive, uncomfortable feeling is kicking up in his gut, the one that whispers that he doesn’t fit in, that he’s a freak who will never have anything those kind of people have and take for granted. He’s lived with it for years, every time Dad moved him and Sam to a new town, a new school. The armor he’s always worn - the snarky, smart-ass attitude, the I-don’t-give-a-shit bad boy persona – that was its origin, developed and thickened like a scar to keep that fucking feeling from overwhelming him. It’s never so bad when he has backup, which is usually you and Sam, but Sam is busy flirting with the bartender and now you’re talking and laughing with the locals. Guys who got to grow up like normal kids, go to high school, take girls out to movies and proms, have family dinners and vacations. And what makes it all worse is that he tells himself, tells Sam, that the kind of life people like that live would drive him crazy – but the truth is, deep down, that’s what he’s always wished for.

Dean watches as Sam catches his eye with a little wave. He’s on his way out with that cute little brunette, and Dean nods in reply. Guess he’ll be sleeping in the car tonight. He thinks about finishing his beer and leaving, too – instead of watching you flirt and laugh with the normals, probably hook up with one. He thinks about taking Baby and going for a drive, parking out in the country somewhere to sleep so he doesn’t have to see who you bring back to your room with you.

Where the hell did that come from? Not like the two of you have ever even thought about hooking up. Ok, that’s a fucking lie, he thinks about it all the time – just has never allowed himself to actually make a move. Besides, he knows how it would end up. Like things always end up for him. But tonight, watching you with those guys – it’s hitting harder than usual.

The sound of your laughter makes him clench his teeth, and he clears the pool table with a series of forceful shots, one right after the other. An older man comes strolling over to challenge him, and Dean accepts, telling him to rack ‘em up as he grabs another drink. He does a shot of whiskey before taking his beer back to the table. Ok, might as well make a little money, pay for the drinks and maybe make a little gas money. It has nothing to do with keeping an eye on you. He ignores the voice inside him that tells him he’s full of shit.

You’re really enjoying yourself, laughing and talking, reminiscing about high school (which is the last time you saw these guys). Kurt, the one you really remember, is looking good, and apparently the feeling is mutual – he keeps touching you, hand on your shoulder, brushing your hair back, occasionally slipping an arm around your waist. You actually dated him a few times, and you’ve had enough beer and tequila shooters that your edges are softening and your walls are a little wobbly. After all, you were kind of looking to blow off some steam tonight, right?

You glance over at Dean when a little pang of guilt digs at you, but he’s focused on beating some guy at a game of pool, so you push it down and turn back to Kurt. His two buddies are restless, no other prospects for them to focus on. They all head for the bathroom in the back, and you order another beer, letting your eyes wander back towards Dean. He’s heading that direction, too, so you lean back on the bar and nurse your drink. Just want enough to keep the buzz going, keep that pleasant, blurry, happy glow.

You watch Dean come back into the bar, his face stormy. He doesn’t even glance your direction, and you wonder what’s going on with him. He’s probably pissed that you ditched him for some local dude, but you’re allowed to have some fun, right? I mean, you guys can hang out anytime.

Kurt comes back, his buddies vaguely mumbling ‘nice to see you’ and ‘catch you later’ as they head out for greener pastures. Kurt’s staying, so you smile, and he leans in to kiss you as he waits for his beer. It’s nice, not earth-shattering, but beggars can’t be choosers, and you’re to the point of settling in for the night. He’s cute, and he’s obviously interested, and it’s better than the vibrator in your bag at the motel, right? You tell him you’re heading for the little girls’ room, and he kisses you again, letting his hand roam a little, down over your hip, a little squeeze. You leave him with a little smirk, walking to the back hall and into the bathroom.

You wash up, check your hair, decide you don’t look bad for being half wasted, and head out. Dean is standing there, one shoulder propped against the wall by the door. “You know he’s a piece of shit, right?”

You roll your eyes. “You always think any guy I’m with is a piece of shit, Dean.”

He has his mouth held all tight, those little dimples above the corners of his mouth prominent. “Yeah, well, he really is. You didn’t hear him in the bathroom before telling his douchebag friends how he was gonna be balls deep inside you by midnight.”

You glare back at him, instantly pissed off. At Kurt, for being that guy, and at Dean for pointing it out. “Yeah, well, maybe that’s right where I want him.”

Before you can blink, your back is against the wall and Dean’s lips are crushed to yours, his hands gripping your arms hard enough to leave bruises. Your body betrays you, your brain shuts down, and for a few seconds you respond to his touch, the feel of his hard body pressing you into the wall, his lips at once soft and demanding. When you breathe again, your temper flares and you shove him hard, forcing him a step back as your eyes fire lasers at him. “What the fuck, Dean?”

“He doesn’t even know you. He has no idea what you’ve been through, who you are now. He doesn’t deserve to be with you.”

You are even more pissed off when you feel tears stinging your eyes. “First of all, not planning to marry him and have his children. Second of all – none of your goddamn business.” You turn on your heel and leave him standing there, heading out to the bar, reaching for your beer and draining it in one go. You order another, ignoring Kurt’s questions about what’s wrong. “I’m fine. Where were we?” you say, refusing to watch as Dean drops a wad of bills on the bar to pay the tab and stalks towards the door, which closes with a slam as he leaves.

Kurt tries valiantly to get your mood back to where it was before you left the room, you’ll give him an A for effort. But you finally have enough and turn to face him with a tight smile. “Sorry, Kurt, I’m gonna have to take off. Great to see you again.”

“Awww, don’t go. I was hoping…”

“To be balls deep inside me by midnight? Yeah, I heard.” You pat your hand firmly against his chest. “It’s okay, I’m sure you’re more than capable of taking care of that little problem yourself. You’ve probably had a lot of practice. See ya.” You head for the door and don’t look back to see the look on his face, but you can imagine it clearly. You smother a smile as you leave the bar, but it completely fades when you look across the way and see Dean leaning against the Impala, his head tipped back as he drinks from his flask.

“Oh, well – fuck it,” you mutter, squaring your shoulders and striding across the asphalt to reach the parking lot. Dean looks up as your boots crunch in the gravel, then looks back down, avoiding your eyes.

“Where’s the used-to-be frat boy,” he asks as you stop in front of him.

“Licking his wounds, I imagine.” He looks up, wanting to ask, but keeps his mouth clamped shut. “Come on, we need to talk,” you say as you walk to the door of your room and unlock it.

“About what?”

You turn and glare at him. “Just get your ass in here. Please.”

The frown on his brow would intimidate most people, but you’re used to it. He finally scuffs his feet around a little and reluctantly trudges towards you, shouldering his way through the door and crossing the room. He leans against the wall near the bathroom door, arms folded across his chest and his ankles crossed, those dimples showing the level of his displeasure.

You close the door and lock it, tossing the key card onto the table as you approach him and stop directly in front of him, staring into his defiant eyes. “Well, go ahead. Tear me a new one,” he bites out.

Instead, you step closer, place your palm against his chest and lean up, your head tilting a little to the side as your lips land on his, nibbling and nipping at that tempting bottom lip. You feel his chest tense up, and you draw back a little, meeting his wary gaze. “What… uh… are you doing?”

“You started this… you will forgive me if I finish it,” you manage, your voice raspy with restrained want as you kiss him again. His arms drop to his sides, and for a second or two he is still, as if he’s afraid to move, afraid he’ll make you shy away. When your tongue teases at his lips, he moves so suddenly that your heart trips up in your chest. He scoops you up, hands behind your thighs, perching you at his waist as he turns to hold you against the wall and return your kiss with a quiet desperation that makes you clutch him tight, your arms around his neck.

He kisses you like it’s what keeps him alive, savoring you, every glide of his tongue against yours a languid, thoughtful caress, and his lips are pure heaven, just like you’ve imagined a hundred times. His fingers are kneading rhythmically at your waist, his hips rocking into you slightly, and you adjust your position so his growing erection is hitting just the right spot, forcing a low moan from you both.

You break apart for a moment, both of you panting for air, and he buries his face in your neck, your name a rough whisper in your ear as he nibbles at your soft skin. You buck against him, your need a raging fire, your voice a desperate whine. “Dean, need you…”

“You got me,” he rumbles, kissing you again, fierce and ravenous, then turning to let your feet slide to the floor. You shove impatiently at his t-shirt, and the corner of his mouth quirks up in a little smirk as he complies, pulling it over his head and dropping it to the floor. He reaches for yours, watching your face as he begins to lift it, waiting for your eyes to tell him to continue before he pulls it off. His eyes are hungry as you unclasp your bra, letting it fall before reaching for him, your breasts crushed to his warm chest as your lips crash together again.

You finally push back, your eyes drifting shut for a moment as he brushes his fingers across your nipple. You reach for his jeans, opening the zipper and looking up at him as his jaw tics, his teeth clenched as you touch his heated skin. “Better get those boots off, yeah?” you smile, and he grins.

You both sit on the end of the bed, boots and socks flung out of the way, and before you can stand back up, he pushes you back on the bed and opens your jeans, tugging them down and bending to kiss your belly button, making you giggle. He works them down your legs, then goes after your panties, his tongue darting out over his lips as he finishes removing the last barrier. Your eyes are riveted to the bulge in his boxer briefs, his jeans barely hanging on to his hips, and you literally feel your mouth water and your pussy clench.

He drops to his knees and kisses his way slowly up the length of your legs, finally reaching the apex and dropping a gentle kiss to your mound. “Can I?” he asks, and you hear the want in his voice. You nod with a little whine, your head dropping back as he nuzzles his face between your thighs, rubbing his nose over your clit. The first sweep of his tongue through your folds punches a moan from your throat, and he responds, sending a delicious vibration over your sensitive flesh. He’s nudging and nibbling, driving you insane, finally spearing his tongue deep inside you as he moans again at your flavor.

He explores you thoroughly until you’re squirming beneath the onslaught, and you gasp as he slides a pair of those thick, calloused fingers inside you, stroking, curling. You’re on the edge already, and when he moves up to suck your clit into the warmth of his mouth, you buck up into him and come.

“Fuck, Deeean!” He keeps you at the peak of pleasure until you are begging him to stop, and he finally backs off, gently cleaning you with wide swipes of his tongue. He rubs a hand over his face, looking very satisfied with himself as he begins to stand, and you glare at him playfully, breathing hard. “Pants off, mister, and get your perky ass up here.”

“Perky? Really?” he says a little sarcastically, but he’s smiling.

“It is perky, and I want to see it naked.” He complies, an extra little wiggle as he finishes, and you laugh. “Get up here, Magic Mike.” You’ve moved yourself up to lie on the pillows, your breath catching in your throat for a second as he turns to walk towards the bed. Your imagination doesn’t hold a candle to the reality, and you take a breathless moment to appreciate him as he approaches, his cock proud and bobbing slightly as he moves. “Wait – side pocket of my bag, condoms…” you manage to say, and he turns to where your duffle sits on the chair in the corner.

He digs a little, then turns with a naughty smirk and raised eyebrow, your purple vibrator in his hand. You can’t help but laugh again at his expression, and he grins. “Another time maybe.” He puts it back, finding the original target and tossing the foil packet at you as he climbs onto the bed.

“Lay back – my turn to play,” you say, and move to let him settle himself in the middle of the bed, watching as you move down between his legs, his eyes glowing with anticipation. His stomach muscles jump as you reach for him, your fingers gently petting his erection, hot and hard and soft as velvet beneath your touch. He exhales harshly, his jaw working as he watches, swearing as you lean down to smother his cock with your breasts, your neck bent so you can run your tongue over the head.

“Jesus! Fff-uuuuuuck…” His hands are clawing into the bedding, the sexiest noises you’ve ever heard being punched from his chest as you suck the tip into your mouth, one hand squeezing at the tense, hard muscle of his thigh. You lift your body so you can bend and take him in deeper, pushing yourself to your limit, working him with your tongue and sucking hard as you pull back up. You do it again, and then once more, finally pulling off completely with a tease of your tongue into the slit. His chest is heaving with the effort of holding back, and when you tear open the packet, he reaches for your hand, shaking his head. “No… no, let me, I can’t...”

You hand it to him, watching as he grips the base of his cock, squeezing, his eyes clenched shut as he backs off the urge to come. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, and you can barely hold still, your cunt pulsing, impatient to be filled. Finally he blows out a breath, taking the condom out and rolling it over his length. You climb up over him, attacking his lips as he clutches at your breast, and your sigh mingles with his moan as you lick into his mouth hungrily.

You can’t take it any longer, raising up to reach for him, guiding him to your entrance, mouth open in a silent cry as you slowly take him in. There’s fire in his eyes as he watches you, his gaze moving from your face to where you are joined and back again. You whimper as he fills you completely, piercing the deepest part of you, and you bite at your lip as you savor the sensation of your body shifting, molding itself around him.

Dean reaches to run his hands over the soft skin of your thighs, squeezing gently. “C’mere, baby,” he whispers, and you lower yourself back down to kiss him. “You feel so damn good,” he murmurs against your lips, and you hum in response, grinding down against him.

“Mmmmm, so do you.” You begin to move, rocking against him, the delicious friction on your clit making you moan. Soon you want more, and you reluctantly abandon Dean’s lips to raise up so you can ride him for real. His fingers dig into your hips as he helps you move, and each time you drop down to take him deep it forces a muffled cry from you. You fuck him until your legs are burning, right at the edge, almost desperate.

Dean sits up, one hand holding you tight against him as he puts the other down between you to rub at your clit, a low groan in his throat as your pussy clenches around him. “Come for me, and I’ll roll you over and fuck you so hard,” he promises. You’re begging now, ‘please’ and ‘Dean’ and swearing, gritting your teeth, and when he leans close to your ear, growling, “Give it to me,” you do. You barely recognize yourself in the sound that bursts from you as blinding ecstasy floods through you, and Dean grunts as your cunt seizes around him with a vicious squeeze.

You’re still riding the wave of your orgasm when he manhandles you, flipping you to your back and seamlessly driving back inside you. You clamp your legs around him, hips rising to meet every thrust as he hits a fast, furious rhythm, his arms caging your body and his face buried in your neck. You’re shaking, fingers tearing at the bed, shouting as he hits his peak and bites down on the slope of your neck. “Fuck!” You feel his cock pulsing as he comes, and it makes you shudder, your muscles seizing up again for a moment before you go completely limp beneath him.

He relaxes slowly, his body heavy and warm on top of yours, his lips and tongue soothing the bite before he goes motionless. You both lie there, chests heaving together, riding out aftershocks with soft little whimpers and moans. He finally moves, pulling out of you, sending a hard shudder through your body, and he laughs softly, making you smile. He rolls to his back, ridding himself of the condom before turning back to pull you close.

For a while there are slow, lazy kisses and roaming hands, and then he turns to his back again, cradling you against his side, your head tucked into his shoulder. His last thought as he dozes off is that maybe he doesn’t have a normal life. But what he has, right now? Worth it.

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[pantmonger]

Finished the Juves for the Transvision Vamps!

Just the champs and leader to go!

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Okay so the baby vamps is there anything that scared the boys at first while taking care of them?

I have baby vamps but right now I can’t remember their names. But I can remember the baby vamps I gave Star names

OK FIRST OFF... You gotta tell me/share more about your baby vamps to me some time!! I'd love to hear about them! And tell me those names too!🥺🥺

And to answer your question for yours truly, I'm gonna ramble a little if you don't mind~ 🤭

Now... Were the boys scared of anything in fatherhood?

𝔻𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕕

The thing that scared David when it came to taking care of both Anastasia and Chris was feeding... And not the feeding you think!

It was just eating in general- especially when they started to ween off of milk onto baby food and blood. Baby vampires tend to have quite an appetite when developing and he had such an anxiety of choking its not even funny. 😅

It was actually kind of hard to spot this little fear since David seemed the most collected and calm through the early months of parenthood... But Chrysta started to notice how he'd always stare very laser focused while she fed Annie or he'd lean or rock/shift uncomfortably a lot in his chair while never breaking eye contact when she would feed Chris.

And the second one of them would cough cause they got some milk or blood down the wrong pipe, or they gagged on the spoon- even if they made a face at a new texture or taste of baby food, all Chrysta had to do was blink and David was already up on his feet quickly pacing toward her and perching himself behind her to watch or aid.

"Is she choking?"

"No, David, she's just got a little food down the wrong tube."

"Her face looks red."

"It's her natural blush, baby."

"Make her eat slower. Kid's giving me a damn heart attack."

"I can't control that hun-"

𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕

Literally anytime Tiffany cried Paul would start panicking. Was she hungry? Hurt? Fussy? Was it his fault?

As soon as he saw that bottom lip start quivering, and her eyes start to get glossy, he's already calling for Chrysta nervously.

He can't help but feel guilty afterward, sometimes he feels like he's leaving all the hard stuff for Chrysta to figure out cause he's too scared for the first time in his life of messing up. 🥺

But Chrysta was able to help him through it. Anytime he'd come to her for help, she'd simply walk him through what to do while letting him get experience till he felt a little more confident. He's much better now at it, even if he still goes into panic mode for a couple of minutes before the Daddy senses kick in.

"I don't think I'm cut out for this, Mamas..."

"You're doing just fine, Paul. See? She was just crying for her Dad."

"I guess..."

"Just wait, once those daddy senses kick in, you'll be able to handle it like a champ."

𝘿𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚

Legit everything about being a girl-dad terrified this poor man. Sure, he's raised Laddie as one of his own, and even besides that he's pretty good with kids- but when Jennifer was born, boy was he a wreck- especially due to the fact Chrysta was gonna be recovering a lot for the first few months after some birth issues.

I mean, this little girl fit in both palms of his large hands, and she was so fragile and delicate he was afraid of even breathing on her in fear she'd just break like porcelain in his arms.

He was used to being more rough and playful with Laddie, and his other coven members too, but now that he had a "little lady" on his hands, he was so scared of even letting her getting a scratch on the knee.

He was so cautious and careful of his baby girl- even to this day! Just watch this tall, quiet, brooding, and intimidating vampire go into papa bear mode when his little girl comes running up to him with tears in her eyes saying he needs to kiss the ouchy on her finger better. 🥺😭

ꪑꪖꪹƙꪮ

I've mentioned or stated before that Kat is a climber- on other things other than using Marko as her personal jungle gym.

You should watch this weird-footed toddler climb the walls of the hotel, and crawl upside down from the rafters while running away from Marko, thinking it's the funnest game to play when daddy wakes up!

Marko has different thoughts on this 'game'... 😬 wanna see Marko freak out for the first time in his life? Watch him scramble around with his arms stretched out in fear of Katherine above slipping and falling all the way down. Thankfully, she never has.

If there's one thing he wishes she never got, it was his reckless nature and dumbass energy.😔

[vampiric-carer]

Names I’d call my little bro or kid

- little man

- champ

- kid + kiddo

- little love

- baby bat

- superstar + little star

- baby vamp

[barbwritesstuff]

I thought of another dumb vampirism hypothetical. Say I'm a human, fighting vampires, and Oh no! I'm attacked and my arm comes off. Then, the vampires win, and someone tries to turn me. (Oh no?) Would there still be enough of my blood in my system to make the change possible? And if so, once I'm a vampire, could I then reattach my missing limb? Or is it still unsalvageable, because it "died" when I was human, and never had any vamp blood in it?

The amount of blood one has in ones system does not effect whether or not they turn. They just need to die with some vampiric blood inside them.

And is a negative on the arm, champ. Sorry about that.

[aerodaltonimperial]

friends, i have had a phenomenally shitty week, so i want to talk about my favorite topic (junglecorpse) and specifically why the pillars storyline was unhinged (because it was) but MORE specifically why actually, it's even WORSE (read: better) if you have the final piece to the puzzle that vamp and i ironed out a few months back, and that was the fact, of which we are about 98% sure, that:

jack was supposed to be a heel in the pillars storyline.

let's dig, fam.

this theory is supported by a whole fucking host of things, but notably A) the absolute shitshow that was jack's sept 2022 thru december 2022, when he essentially disappeared for months, reappeared for the cage match with luchasaurus, and then disappeared again until mid december when junglehook started, which leads us to B) junglehook was a disjointed mess, and C) jack's entire existence in the pillars story was weaker than the others because they couldn't run him as mean as they had planned.

obviously, the reason for the shift in his heel turn was christian cage's injury in september 2022, which took him out until february 2023. christian was the final pin in jack's turn, and when he went out with injury, they were stuck. jack literally couldn't get to where he needed to be. they stalled, he did nothing for awhile, and then they ended up shoving the beginning of the junglehook story in with all the grace of a sledgehammer lol.

(bonus! this also explains why the TNT belt was passed around like a hot potato in early 2023, because luchasaurus was also supposed to get it earlier! and that, too, had to be bumped until christian was back.)

the reason they had to do this, i'm pretty sure, is that the pillars storyline had a lot of moving parts. a LOT of people were involved in it, and it culminated in double or nothing. so they couldn't just move that because jack's story had paused. what they had to do was run it as scheduled, even though it ended up falling RIGHT after when christian finally returned and they could do the dramatic coffin match at the PPV to cement jack's departure from christian altogether but BEFORE he'd actually gone rogue.

(also fun bonus: jack's heel turn was supposed to be so much smoother! it would have been a seamless christian betrays him --> lucha betrays him --> jack defeats them --> jack then turns on the next person who befriends him (hook). now, everyone on tumblr could see the heel turn coming a mile away. but other people, like the dudebros who stood behind us at blood & guts, were "totally surprised and didn't see that coming," and while yes, dumb, also not ENTIRELY their fault cause admittedly it got pretty disjointed.)

it didn't matter that jack hadn't hit the heel turn yet: the pillars was going to go ahead as scheduled. except that him not being a heel meant they had to change A LOT. (my kingdom for newly minted FTW champ jack perry to have swaggered into the ring having decided he wanted mjf's title instead MY KINGDOM) jack's weak insults against the other pillars were probably as hard as they could let him go without the douchebag aviators in place. he walked out in the PPV with NOTHING as an entrance (because they had nothing pre-planned for him being a face lol) when the others were all like "SCORE 5 full minutes to do whatever bullshit i want to do."

but if jack had been a heel during the story's run, then there's no way that, given the chance to turn on someone to get the belt, he wouldn't have immediately taken it. because he ALREADY SHOULD HAVE DONE THAT. this means we can reasonably assume all the "doesn't betray anyone" bits were added in only when they had to change things. at that point, they had two choices: they could just run it with him as a face and accept that it was a weak entry, or they could double down and decide to use it as more lead-up to his heel turn. they chose option b.

option b is FUCKING UNHINGED when you look at it in hindsight.

like, i get where they were going with it... on paper. jack is asked to betray someone!! but he can't!! .... and then i stall out, because any normal, logical person on the other side of the table during this pitch would have asked, "but why not?" and the answer is, "..... uh, he's a good person...? and, uh, it's darby."

exCUSE ME??

the fact is, no matter what the original storyline was, the canon we ended up being given was that jack was given not one, but TWO opportunities to turn on darby, ONE OF WHICH WOULD HAVE PUT THE AEW CHAMPIONSHIP IN HIS DESPERATE HANDS, and didn't take either of them for reasons that are never stated, and then ONE MONTH LATER turns on his very bestest best friend hook for his UNSANCTIONED title belt.

darby.

a guy jack hadn't had a singles match against since 2021, who used his promo time for that match telling jack that he needed to "flip the switch" and stop being so nice. they had no other aew history. none, besides a few random multi-man tag matches and one tag match on the jericho cruise (which isn't really aew canon, but i would murder to get my hands on the footage of). that guy. and they never. fucking. explain it.

they knew exactly what sort of quandary they were creating with this. someone HAD to have asked, "okay but WHY wouldn't jack just move the heel turn here instead?" and what a great question, if not for the fact that hook and jack had already decided to be each other's frenemies forever and the FTW hand-off had already been approved by taz. obviously, yes, the heel turn has a lot more weight when you betray your best friend and not some random dude that supposedly you don't even like. that makes sense!!

except that it also creates A BIG GAPING HOLE THERE. and no one ever bothered to put any other reasoning over it. they just said... well!!! why not!!! and left us all to sit here and go insane because of the implications. at this point, i'm 50% sure that i'm SUPPOSED to be shipping this, because i really can't see any other option why i'm supposed to believe that jack wouldn't turn on darby to get the BIG SHINY CHAMPIONSHIP BELT but would, a month later, turn on his most specialist best friend ever lol. THERE IS NO GIVEN REASON. they got to, like, the outline form of this and decided it was good enough and then they ran with it. they used it as the heel turn lead-up, and allowed it to remain forever in "okay BUT IT DOESN'T ACTUALLY MAKE SENSE WITHOUT MORE BEHIND IT" story land.

the pillars story concludes. they throw junglehook back at us so they can complete the arc. (hook had the weirdest title defense matches during this time: a dark match, the stokely match, and ethan page like 5 times, half of which were in the house tour that no one got to see unless they were there. everything else was tag stuff - because he was also stalled out until jack was free again lol) jack turns on hook, his heel turn is complete.

that bizarre, unhinged decisions to not turn on darby TWICE are left just open behind him, and they never even have darby show up to ask the BURNING QUESTION of "yo, dude, why?" darby just goes after jack's toxic ex-mentor with single-minded determination that i literally could not have made up any better for fanfic if i had tried LOL. and then loses his adopted son to said ex-mentor as ex-mentor builds himself jack 2.0. i'm fucking feral. who the fuck wrote this. jack, i demand answers.

ANYWAY there are lots of fun things you can slot into place when you look at jack being a heel by the end of february 2023!!! so much!!! would have been different!! and while i would love to have seen how they were planning on running the pillars storyline that way, i can't complain with what they gave us, because i swear, they were like, "let's make something obnoxiously, soul-crushingly, disgustingly romantic and then never, ever speak about it again" which, admittedly, is pretty much par for the course with aew.

[magxit]

http://www.gildasattic.com/cbpoem.html

A poem for Clara Bow titled “When Battling Bill of the Bowery Fell for Clara Bow”

William (Bill) Bowery

Until I seen you, Kid, I'll say     I never was a movie fan. The ginks what got their sport that way     Was nuts to me. When Lillian Pulled Gishy stuff, I froze my face,     I had no use for Mary's smile, No goldilocks gave me a case...     Soft molls like them was not my style.

Nor did I tumble for the vamps,     From Theda Bara down the list To all them slinky modern champs     With twenty stunts for getting kissed. I was a hard-boiled guy, that's all,     Who liked to watch the ponies run, Or Babe Ruth swatting at the ball,     Film dames was not my sort of fun.

An then--well, little Clara Bow,     I'll not forget the sight I seen For the first time a picture show     With your feet jazzing on the screen. I loved your cute map then and there.     "Hello, old pal!" you seemed to cry, Aw, Kid, you've got me hipped for fair,     And I'm your fan until I die!              -- Walter Haviland

"The Unknown Clara Bow" Photo and poem courtesy of William Cramer

[helloitshaley]

I'm talking any iteration of the character! Tomorrow will be two new ones then the winner from each day will battle and so on until I get the hint that people are uninterested lmao. Also rb and tell me who you want to see next!

[checkitoutmikey]

ok wtf is wrong with this fandom? i never see ‘and now he has his vamp face with extra long tongue and eating you out/rimming you like a champ’

how can we even call ourselves monster fuckers when there’s no serpentine tongue involved?!?

[heredis-sanguinis]

What are some of the comments? Now you have me curious since I can't access twitter

//Oh dearie, they are amazing. Nothing vulgar or offensive that I've seen so far. Unlike a certain Star Guardian's community raising pitchforks and throwing death threats and such at the devs, guess a major difference in player base/community for champs involved imo A few examples: (Under Read More, because of length)

- I mean, his face is too similar to Ezreal's, his hair is basically Kayle's hair but I kinda like everything else, especially how he looks more noxian and the camavorian details are really cool, I just hope they update his voicelines to make this rejuvenation make more sense - The adding in Noxian architectural motifs on him was such a strange choice... why would nobility be running around like that - Vladimir is supposed to be weird and cringe and kickable like a wet paper bag left in the rain not a yassified twink...... riot plz let him be a little freak humanized ferret plz - I think his LoR design is better This is giving playboy vampire. Also where did the rest of his nail/claw things go?

- eBoy Vlad - They want the Zed mains - Vamp Ezreal - They even made him use grape juice - They yassified him - They twinkified him - Bloodmage Ezreal - Love the new Ezreal skin - League is 100% an anime game now - Vlad from Dracula into a member of visual kei band - Yassiffying Vlad is an impressive feat - They Genshin Impact'd him - Oh hell nah they turned ma onion head drac into noxian twink - Made a blood lord into an anime protagonist - Tifa might love your new outfit, Cloud

[theclearwaters]

I posted 1,300 times in 2022

43 posts created (3%)

1,257 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 367 of my posts in 2022

#q - 184 posts

#leah clearwater - 59 posts

#jacob black - 47 posts

#bella swan - 39 posts

#anon - 32 posts

#julia jones - 23 posts

#kristen stewart - 22 posts

#seth clearwater - 21 posts

#inbox - 19 posts

#new moon - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 119 characters

#a perfect description of me remembering how author steamrolled over that perfect groundwork she laid for jacob and leah

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

If you're team wolfpack, do you also dislike the vamps?

We are anti-Cullen in this house (might make an exception for Rosalie tho)

8 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

#4

who on leah’s green earth is taking requests and where can I put monopoly money down to see more blackwater content. moodboards gifs fics a reason to live, i would like it all

9 notes - Posted December 6, 2022

#3

I’m working on answering the ask you just sent me lol and I might just dump everyone in your inbox as well. To start, Jared? 👀👀 (@gezellig-writes)

YES I WILL STOP EDITING TO ANSWER (thank you, srs)

do I like them:

I didn’t really have an opinion on him throughout the series, then I read the Illustrated Guide and decided I liked him - if only for how he handled the Sam/Emily clusterfuck and REVIVED her after she was hurt. My dude is the same age as Jacob, probably 15y/o at the time, and he handled it like a bloody champ.

5 good qualities:

someone has to be Sam Uley’s best mate I guess lol

he entertains Embry's side bets

seemed a pretty decent Second to Sam before Jacob took over

best vision in the Pack

makes little Kim happy, probably

3 bad qualities:

Everything about that scene in Breaking Dawn when he tried to play peacemaker and said to Jacob that he’d “torn” their family apart after he defected gtfo

Pulled the guilt thing on Seth: “Sue asked me to tell you—no, to beg you—to come home. She’s brokenhearted, Seth. All alone. I don’t know how you and Leah can do this to her. Abandon her this way, when your dad just barely died—”

THEN HE SAID TO MY GIRL, “Sam told me to beg. He told me to literally get down on my knees if I have to. He wants you home, Lee-lee, where you belong.”

NAH

favourite episode/etc:

Favourite scene I can recall is in New Moon at Emily's house. I like to think he wasn't entirely joking when he suggested that Bella could be bait.

otp:

gotta be our Kim surely

brotp:

Jared, probably: If Sam has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Sam has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Sam has only one fan then that is me. If Sam has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against Sam, then I am against the world.

ot3:

imprint-addled Jared doesn't share (but there is a fic out there with Jared watching Kim/Seth and even after all these years I'm still not sure how I feel about it, I think it's by audreyii-fic?)

notp:

I've seen a few popular fics with Jared/Bella/Paul but just doesn't float my boat

best quote:

Of course I had to flip through New Moon for this:

"She's just a girl," Embry protested. "I didn't say it made sense. But that's why the bloodsucker's been trying to get past us. She's been heading for Forks." They continued to stare at me, mouths still hanging open, for a long moment. I ducked my head. "Excellent," Jared finally said, a smile beginning to pull up the corners of his mouth. "We've got bait."

head canon:

Saving Emily made them pretty tight. He'll go down swinging for his pack mama any day of the week.

11 notes - Posted April 19, 2022

#2

See the full post

24 notes - Posted December 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

hate to break it to u but third cousins is still cousins… it’s incest

Bestie I hate to break it to you but I just spent the afternoon literally inhaling all the Helaena/Aemond content I could find so you might want to block me and move on. You’ll be happier for it

30 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

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[nicolettepmikaelson]

"Do you think this is funny?" (Aurelio)

@aureliovittori

"Bro," Nicolette giggled. "I'm pretty sure that vamp just verbally bitchslapped you instead of fighting, how could it not be funny?" She nudged his shoulder with her own. "It's alright, we all take an L some days. Granted, most of us don't do it quite so publicly, but still. You'll get 'em next time, champ."

[1922-astro-cabin-system-1565]

Welcome

Hello and welcome to the Astro-Cabin system blog! We are a fictive heavy system and not always active! If we are it is on @rika-caring-services or @velvettes-lil-fawn We do have other blogs as well which are @little-champ-of-galar and @vera-fi-tek all of these blogs are run by fictives of the system. This blog is where all of us will be posting.

Bodily we are 19 turning 20 this year! We use They/Fae/Vamp/He pronouns collectively. We go by Kitiara (or Kit for short) collectively.

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[missellafitz]

The Concert - 1974 (commentary)

The spotlight stayed their on the stage-left wing, the band vamping. But no Frank. "Darn," I thought, "don't tell me that after putting on such a great show, he's going to spoil it now by not even coming out for an encore or even a bow." More vamping. And then . . .(for those of you who are thinking "this isn't about Ella"). . .out walks a beaming Frank Sinatra. And in his left hand is...the right hand of a beaming Ella Fitzgerald. The crowd is doing backflips by now.

And over the pandemonium, Mr. Sinatra announces in his favored "Kingfish" voice: "Guess who gonna sing a duet." And then this living-legend pair, these never-to-be-topped singing icons--these all-time best male and all-time best female vocalists, pop music's two greatest exponents--launch into "She gets too hungry for dinner at 8..." and sing a warm, dynamic version of "That's Why the Lady is a *Champ*."

That's right, when Frank's lines came, he sang "Champ." I felt then, and like to believe now, that it was more than a nod to "political correctness," that the Chairman of the Board wanted to be clear...that he wanted there to be no mistaking his words ...that the one thing he wanted there to be no misunderstanding about was his love and admiration for The First Lady of Song...

(from: https://museum.media.org/ella/remember/champ.html)