#The Deer Mansion AU

[qcoded]

THE DEER MANSION: The Lightbearer and Hunter Wittebane.

Thought I might post this here too!! Gahhh, I wanna expand more on the lore of their relationship during what would've been Season 3 of my AU 😭 Love them dearly

Screenshot I redrew wooo

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@qcoded CONGRATS ON 2K ON TIK TOK WOOO!! First one is the public collab for their celebration of hitting 2k which I used Gabe for 😭 Anyways I’m so happy for for you, and you absolutely deserve everything you got Q!!

Rest of the post is just TOH style testing for Gabe , duality of a twink fr

[abstractdogwolfthing]

Deer Goddess Nightmare Deer Goddess Nightmare

Magical shapeshifter woman save me (don’t save me— BREAK ME)

(Use she/her On Nightmare🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️)

Anatomy issues will be blamed on YOU, yeah

🫵🫵🫵YOUUUUUUU🫵🫵🫵

Me and @wewawoomp talked a bit about it (if my memory serves me right lol, if we didn’t, then I imagined we did 🙄🙄🙄) and I stayed up drawing her instead of sleeping like a normal person 😀😀

[invaderlumen]

@qcoded's deer house AU has me in a chokehold rn, i love the designs for it sm.

I was gonna make my own swap au but the more i went on the more it basically became a clone of this one 😭

dude its insane how CRUSTY belos is

(Closeups + OG screenshot under cut)

[lilacgaby]

‧₊˚ to kiss or kill.. a vampire?‧₊˚

you've been a vampire for as long as you can remember. you were going through your day, or night, routine as normal when a noise startles you. a man, katsuki bakugo to be exact, was standing at your door. though, he can't seem to remember whether he's supposed to kill or kiss you...

★pair. knight(?)katsuki x vampire!reader. tags. fem!reader, fantasy!au, vampire!au, amnesia trope, memories, kissing, hugging, dates kinda, blood, daggers, stakes. wc. 2k.

noteღ. i love the memory loss trope but its hard to write it in a way that doesn't seem like lazy(???) idk how to say it, also happy halloween to all who celebrate!

embedded deep in the forest, vines growing over the bark of the trees, the sun not visible from the impressive manor you called home.

a lake so deep you couldn't see the bottom, the moonlight the only thing reflecting off the darkness of the water.

it was quiet, quaint. only the animals as company for such a faraway place.

you roamed freely around your garden, tending to the black rose bushes and cutting the thorns to an appropriate length. feeding carrots you only grew for the deer and bunnies that had grown used to your presence, seeing the generations of them rest and birth, a consequence of being immortal.

your outfit was dark, camouflaging you against the night sky, the only time you were able to go out. you'd grown used to it, comforted by the night sky and sleeping critters around you.

but a crunch of grass snapped you out of your relaxation. the tuft of blond hair you'd spotted alarming you.

your pot of water was now splashed onto the floor, your red eyes were widened and pupils like a cat as you moved out of vision. vision of whoever was trampling into your long uncivilized manor.

it was a man, donning expensive yet ripped up fabrics and cloths, a beaten up satchel, and bright hair that stood out against the night sky.

you couldn't help but notice though, that he had red eyes just like yours.

he must be a vampire, you reasoned, moving closer to investigate the man who was unmoving at your door. you popped out from behind him. “who are you and why are you here?”

he jumped, seemingly not expecting you to be behind him. “i'm.. lost. i can't seem to find my way. or.. remember what i was doing here.” he turned to face you, his figure towering over yours, his eyes on you. “you don't remember anything? is it possible that you've been hit with a strong spell?”

you kept talking while looking over at his complete attire now, noting the royal emblem on his chest.

“it's possible.. i don't remember what i do exactly.” his red eyes kept boring into you, striking you with a sense of familiarity, though you couldn't place from where. “well, you can stay here for the night. i have spare rooms.”

his eyes widened slightly, his eyebrows raising. “really, you're inviting me in? what if i was a vampire?”

“well, no need to fear one of my own.”

his mouth went agape when he realized. “you're a vampire.”

“yes. does that change anything?”

“i.. guess not.” a hand went to the back of his neck, his eyes averting as he looked up in thought. “it's just surprising. i think.. i feel a connection to the word. to its meaning. i must have been- sorry be- a vampire. don't you agree?”

“let's talk more inside. if you are a vampire as you believe, we'll die if we're outside another hour...” you left it open ended as to ask for his name.

“katsuki. call me katsuki.”

“well katsuki. welcome in, don't suck my blood or something.” you joked.

as he followed you inside, he awed internally at the extravagance of your mansion. it definitely was the home of a vampire, as all the windows were closed and barricaded.

“i haven't had many guests over for a while.. so. excuse the mess.” he followed you as you showed him the different parts of your home. he passed by the kitchen, so gorgeous that he felt upset when you noted how you only used it to make food for the animals outside. you showed him your bedroom, which only housed a single, heavily padded coffin.

you went upstairs finally, your mansion was huge so he began to notice the ache in his feet. when you arrived in your lounge area though, he felt a pang in his head as he eyed a dagger. a silver one.

memories flooded into his head at once, making him hold his head in discomfort.

words. so many replayed in his mind though they were incoherent. sights of blood, of one of those very daggers in his hand, a stake in the other.

“ėřīdɯǎʌ ħ ʇ ľļ ʞ”

he couldn't understand it at all, the visions in his mind were playing and flashing right after another.

training, studying vitals, the word vampire. why did it seem so familiar?

“katsuki. are you okay?” your hands were on his shoulders now, your face of concern went unnoticed by him, his eyes were only laser focused on the sharp fangs of your mouth.

“i–. i– um. i don't know what the fuck happened to me.” he admitted, he still felt weak from the confusion revelations that had unfolded in his mind.

“maybe.. you should head to bed for the day. i have a bed for you in here.”

you took his hand, he almost pulled away, he didn't know why it still felt so bloody. why it felt like he was holding an unseen weapon in his palm. but he let you comfort him slightly anyways.

you laid a towel onto his forehead, closing the door with a, “goodnight.”

you left him resting with his thoughts as you continued your chores outside.

it was obvious he wasn't a vampire like he thought. he wasn't nocturnal like you. the sight of the blood bags you had left cooling in a safe him feel queasy, and he could touch metal just fine. he found himself tracing the details of the dagger in your living room mindlessly, enthralled with it. it felt just as familiar as your eyes did. he was sure it would feel just as right in his hand, he moved to pick it up when-

“what are you doing?” you asked sleepily. your attire from yesterday was gone, replaced with casual clothes that didn't seem to fit you. “..i just got curious.”

he stared at you. the crimson of his eyes confusing you to no end, but you let it go with a sigh. “well, stop messing with that stuff. like seriously.”

he took your warning. but the strange memories never went away. though, he noticed that they'd only really pop up around you.

he'd gotten to know you in the couple hours of the first day he spent with you. your favorite color, food before you turned, your true age, your favorite flower.

and you'd gotten to know the vague things he remembered about himself in exchange. how he grew up in a village, how he remembers training hard everyday to become a knight, how he grew up with the next in line for the throne.

you'd traveled around the forest with him, showing him some of your favorite spots. pointing to nearby towns and taverns, warning him to stay away from spots where werewolves would roam frequently.

you'd gotten him a new wardrobe of clothing that happened to match yours. black button downs and slacks with red accents, something that suited him perfectly, was what you had gifted him.

he tried to gift you things as well. it was unfortunate that his gift for cuisine went wasted on you, who couldn't eat food. he picked you flowers from different regions of the forest you wouldn't venture to. dandelions that he insisted you'd blow out together, red roses that paired perfectly with your black ones, and baby’s breath sprinkled tastefully in between.

the words grew less scrambled over the days of which he spent with you. it'd been a month of living with him at this point, and your life together had become routine. the pangs where he'd keel over for seconds in real time, but hours in his mind happened more frequently too. the same visions of blood on his hands, a dagger identical to the one displayed in your home would always be there. but additions of a torch in his hand and a dagger would change. the memory would change, which confused him.

he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the calm nature of your life together. the tranquil feeling of feeding the bunnies and deers alongside you, the rushing sound of the lake as you sat side by side admiring it.

the feeling of your skin, cold to the touch, on his body that seemed to run too hot.

your open-minded nature, the lingering loss of your presence he'd feel when you were gone.

though, he now could hear some parts of the sentence quite clearly.

“k– the vampire.”

as he laid around on one of the many couches of your manor, petting a black cat, he pondered on what the last word could be. he knew it could only be one of two words, he wasn't dumb.

to kiss or to kill. but what reason was he given to kill you? you'd been nothing but amazing to him, welcome and open when he was vulnerable. the only thing you'd been strange about– the only thing he felt he wanted.

was to hold the dagger in his hand.

he laid the cat onto the side of the couch before standing up. it was like an invisible force was leading him away, taking him right to his object of interest that he had been so hyper aware of since the day he arrived.

every step he took was like a piece of the puzzle being put into place.

he was hit by a memory loss potion while he was out on patrol.

patrol for the kingdom, where he served as a knight. however, after many vampire hunters had gone missing in this part of the forest..

he had been sent out here.

he opened his satchel that he'd thrown into the corner. affirming his thoughts, a dagger, identical to the one on the stand was in it.

next to it was a stake, and a torch with an ignition next to that.

he stood up, the final words given to him. but it didn't feel as good as he thought it would.

“kill the vampire.”

because the order was to hurt someone who'd grown so dear to him.

…

was it wrong for him to continue acting like nothing was wrong? maybe. but he couldn't help but still continue to be enamored by you, even if it was wrong.

the stereotypes, the horror stories he'd been fed of vampires. as he held you close to him in the comfort of your coffin, he didn't know what to do anymore.

as he guided you to the lake, he wasn't sure of what he would do. he had his satchel with him now, yet he still held your hand in his.

“are you leaving?” you asked, unknowing of the war taking place in his mind.

“no. i just, wanted to bring it along.”

“oh. okay.” you'd shrugged, unfazed by his words. he felt his heart bleed, bleed because you trusted him so much, but also tugged towards his sense of duty.

you'd sat together again, his body facing the same lake that had guided him to you. he felt your gaze on his face, he squeezed his palm into a fist.

“what's wrong?” you asked, your voice low, you held the long sleeves of your black outfit as your eyebrows scrunched in concern. “you've been acting weird.”

“i.. my memory. it came back.”

your eyes shot up, before a small smile came over your face. “really, that's great katsuki. so,

what were you doing out here?”

the words lingered in the air, his eye painstakingly moving to look at you. his mouth was held open for a second, seemingly speechless as he tried to tell you. he finally, just let it slip. “i was supposed to kill you, [name].”

you stilled, he continued to explain. “it all happened once i saw the dagger. it eyed me, and i eyed it. it seemed so familiar, your eyes did too. until it all came back.” he took a sharp breath and continued.

“men, vampire hunters of the kingdom specifically, went missing around these parts. i was sent here to find the vampire and kill them. but i was ambushed along the way by a witch who hit me with a spell.” his hand moved to his satchel, you stayed unmoving as you absorbed his words.

he held the stake and dagger in his hands respectively, the materials that would kill you if pierced glistening ominously in the moonlight. the same moonlight that encapsulated you two.

“i thought it over. a lot. thought about what i wanted, no. what i thought was right.” he gripped them tightly, holding them up.

you closed your eyes, as you heard the words, “goodbye.”

but death, the feeling of wood piercing your heart never came. the splash of the water was the only sound heart by you, who had tearfully looked to face him.

“what?” was all you could helplessly utter, as he kneeled to sit in front of you:

“..i don't want to kill you [name].” he moved to hold your hand, cold as ever, against the beating heart of his chest. “but i'd like to kiss you, honestly.”

you let out a shaky laugh, a tear falling down your face as you sighed in relief. “i think i'd like that too.”

as the last bubbles burst at the surface of the lake, he tilted your head forward, holding your chin in between his fingertips as he gently kissed you. only the grass between your bodies bore witness to the newly born relationship forged by trust ignited.

the full moon now faced you two. he held your hand tightly, encaging you with the broad of his body.

he saw the moon start to slip away and picked you up, taking you to the bedroom you'd gifted him and laying you by his side.

he'd turned practically nocturnal too from these past weeks, the desire to be by your side fueling him.

so as he laid with his eyes half lidded, looking at you in the dim candlelight of the room, he held you impossibly closer.

he wanted to spend an eternity with you. maybe he'd truly cast his old life aside and become a vampire alongside you.

that thought rocked him to sleep that night, your body like a puzzle piece next to his.

who knew all you'd have to do to kiss a vampire is cast your old life aside?

tags. @k0z3me @darhinadadragon @maddietries @exoticrasin @lavendarstarz @hisonlyobsession @i-the-fluffo @uy242c @cookielovesbook-akie @frosted-flakes @irenne-stans @kemziicore

[badly-gravity-blog]

Wooohoo !! Monster x Reverse Falls au with ultra dupa new lore.

[1/2] — Because next up is ; Stan, Ford, Pacifica anddd Gideon ! Link here when it happens.

I’ll add more info under the cut but here are the basics —

Mason -> Tufted Deer

Mason ‘Dipper’ Gleeful was taken in along side his twin sister by Stan Gleeful. Together with Mabel, they help Stan with attractions.

Mabel -> Caecalia

Mabel ‘Ursa’ Gleeful has a lot of trouble getting around, as such where her and her brother lives, the floor and certain walls are made out glass filled with water to allow for safe travel.

Will -> Elf

William Cipher, also nicknamed Will, is an Elf who was enrolled by ‘pressure’ to work for the twins and help them with their deeds. Behind the meek/shy appearance, he’s not very nice or kind.

I had SO much trouble figuring out a coherent storyline….

But here’s what I figured out so far !

Human and fantastic creatures are far from living in harmony; some of the creatures have made their own town cut off from the rest of the population.

One of the only towns is named Gravity Falls. It’s very diverse !

Gideon and Pacifica Southeast are childhood friends, Pacifica having acted as the one Gideon could rely on for the longest time.

Gideon is a phantom, while Pacifica is an unicorn.

Ursa and Dipper are the main event of the town, living in a previously abandoned mansion that was restored and rebuilt by Stan Gleeful.

Ursa is nicknamed that due to matching with her twin — ‘Ursa major’ being a constellation.

While twins, they’re from different species ; their creations was artificial.

Will is…. Well I can’t say he’s planning nothin !!

PS : if you have any questions, go ahead ! It helps with worldbuilding and characters <3

[wheredidmybooksgo]

-Mansion Murderers-

Teardrop opened a gold box, and suddenly, everyone who was inside the mansion teleported to a forest clearing. It had a river nearby, some wild berries and mushrooms, and deer in another forest nearby. The rules were written on a piece of paper. It read:

One: do NOT try to escape. You will be eliminated.

Two: form a team.

Three: find out who the murderers are.

Four: babies and children are in the "safe zone"

you will get a role, earn one, or steal someone's role. The roles are:

Murderers

Hunters

Healers

Scavengers

Citizens

Judges

Detectives

Voting will happen every night.

Have fun.

@facks-stories @ask-crow-aus @the-squishy-scrimblo

[eliza-and-her-monsters]

The Gods of Guilt

Julien Baker x Reader

Description: Vampire sources tend to live very privileged lives despite their essential role as a food bank for vampires to use whenever they wish. There tends to only be one rule though. Don’t fall in love with one.

Contains: Julien x high femme reader, vampire Julien, taller Julien, slight gore and discussions and depictions of blood. Supernatural au. Vampire x human trope. Slight insinuations of dom x sub aspects. Angst angst ANGST.

WC: About 2.9k

A/N: I know supernatural au’s are not for everyone but the moment vampire Julien was brought to my attention I KNEW I needed to do something about it because no offense, this fic community is seriously lacking in such. If this isn’t your thing and you think it’s cringey, I respect your opinion and you may scroll on! If you ARE into this however, I invite you into this self indulgent mess with me 😌

From the outside it appeared to be nothing more than your average gothic mansion tourists either stopped to gawk at or ran from… either way. The inside wasn’t much better, from gaudy reds and blacks to stained glass windows. Some of the older ones preferred it that way though, and overall they had the highest authority. So the reason why I was currently being sent to test the new prospect was news to me.

I wasn’t against it, she was pretty enough, one of those high femmes with the doe eyes. One of those ‘deer in headlights’ looks. I’d have barely noticed her during her first tour if it weren’t for those eyes.

“Congratulations.” I muttered the moment I swung the door open, the reflection of her image in the mirror pushed in the corner jumping in response. “You made it back.”

“I’m not sure whether to be flattered or afraid.” She muttered in a small voice as she slowly spun to face me. My eyes raking over her body, a black dress accentuating her curves, long hair flowing down past her shoulders causing my eyebrows to furrow together as I took a step towards her flinching body.

“I prefer most of my girls afraid.” I whispered, her scent wafting into me the moment I breathed in. She was definitely afraid. “Are you here willingly?” It was always the first question I asked during interviews for any new prospects whether they’d be a short term vessel or a long term one. Already at at the sight of her I knew she was going to be a favorite amongst a lot of us. We never touched them until we got an explicit yes though.

Why anyone would want to be a source for those like us would probably be the first thing you’d ask. For a while after I was turned I wondered the same thing until I saw the benefits the sources were granted. We’ve paid off countless debts, medical, school, even fuck up debts. They had comfortable shelter, three meals a day, no rent or fees owed to us. They were free to stay or go at will. Nevertheless you still had people who wanted to take advantage of that though. Get all the perks of being a source without actually being one.

“I don’t really have any other options.” She answered, nervously fidgeting with her hands as she kept her eyes glued to the floor. “My family’s debts need to be paid off and I-”

“You do… have other options.” I interrupted, already seeing her eyebrows twist together in aggravation.

“Here maybe, not with them.” She replied, and I watched her wince even as I simply released a sharp breath.

“You know, rules tell me I’m supposed to leave now.” I began, clasping my hands behind my back as I carefully trailed towards her just in time to catch her stepping forward with a pleading expression etching in between her brows.

“Please.”

“I didn’t say I was going to.” I huffed, slowly raveling the sleeves of my black button-up upwards to the elbows. “Tell me, y/n… what exactly do you get out of this?”

“I, uhhh…” she seemed flustered, cheeks going red as her eyes scanned the inked skin of my arms as I watched the grip of her hands tightening around each other. “Shelter… away from my family.”

“You don’t want to be around them?” I wondered with a tilted head, watching her grow impatient with every question. I couldn’t help it though. I wanted to be thorough. I wouldn’t sink my fangs into someone until I knew I could help them in return. Some of the others thought I was too strict with that sort of thing. I didn’t care. Sometimes I thought they weren’t strict enough. “Then why do you want to help them?”

“Some people you have to love from a distance. They’ll destroy you otherwise.” She muttered, and I couldn’t help but hum in agreement.

“Good answer.” I began, crossing my arms as I slowly allowed myself to get closer. God, her scent was overwhelming. Citrusy raspberry and amber, playful with a touch of innocence. A curious type of innocence though. An openness. “What else?” I answered, trying to distract myself before I could get lost in it again, fall right into her open neck and sink my teeth into her soft skin.

“I- I don’t know what else. Secret mansion hidden in the woods doesn’t seem too unappealing-”

“You’re running from something.” I voiced, finally catching the real reason of the desperation. She tensed, though it was hard to keep a secret from someone of my sort I could tell it wasn’t going to stop her from playing her cards close to her chest.

“Is this an interrogation?” She stammered, taking a step back the moment I drew closer causing me to halt in my tracks. I still needed to maintain boundaries, some semblance of control even though the vein in her neck was starting to pulse louder.

“So I can determine if you need to stay here or if it’s best if we part ways now. So you can choose not to tell me… or you can, I’ll pull it out of you either way.” I murmured, finally letting myself retreat backwards as I pulled out a chair to take a seat.

“Seems a bit more invasive than the biting.” She admitted underneath her breath and I couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit to myself.

“Baby girl, you have no idea.” Her cheeks went red as I sat backwards, sitting like a typical man as I peered upwards at her. “So, would you like to try that answer again?”

I watched her throat bob with a gulp, could practically taste her sweetness on my tongue all the while. “It’s stupid, a lover scorned is all.” she murmured with a shake of her head.

“Can’t have been too stupid if you’re running from them.” I brushed off, watching her sigh in defeat as she shook her head, small arms wrapping almost anxiously around herself. “You’re safe here.” I whispered, probably one of the first genuine things I had said as I lifted myself back onto my feet.

“But you don’t even know me… or the story or-”

“Shhhh.” I hushed, watching her visibly relax at the command, slowly lifting a hand upwards to brush underneath her chin. Ever so slightly tilting her head backwards until I could peer into those piercing eyes. “You’re in my care now… and that’s enough for me.”

I usually felt guilty manipulating emotions, it was an ability I seldom used. However if there was ever a way I needed to it was now… not even just for my sake. “Come with me.” I whispered, sliding an arm around her shoulders that she surprisingly allowed.

“Does this mean I passed?” She wondered, a slight hint of confusion creeping into her expression as she peered up at me. “I can stay?”

“Yes, I think that would be best.” I sighed, almost partially in defeat as I pulled her towards the door. “Let me show you to your room. Then you’re free to leave and get the rest of your things and come back… but first, you need to be marked.”

“Marked?” She wondered, that same tenseness creeping back into her shoulders as I lead her down the long and twisting hallways. I felt a shiver sweep over her as I trailed my fingers down her spine.

“So the house recognizes you of one of ours, and you can come and go as you please.” I paused outside of a door before pushing it open to reveal one of the empty bedrooms. The source’s rooms were modest, dark crimsom velvet sheets covering the beds with room on the walls for them to hang up various claims if they wished, bookshelves, a desk, space for clothes, etc… we tried to keep them as comfortable as possible without taking up too much room but still enough to where they didn’t feel the need to leave if they didn’t want to. It still maintained its gothic flair with its stained glass windows… but thanks to my doing it still maintained its modernity as well. Something most of the older vampires despised.

“How do we do that?” She questioned, eyes lingering on the doorknob as I slid the door shut. And I watched her eyes widen knowingly the moment I glanced downwards at her slender neck. “I- already?”

The shake creeped back into her hands, watching her stumble a step backwards as if I was going to fling myself at her any moment. I at least knew restraint though. “If you’re not ready… you can always stay, or leave and come back.”

The girl seemed so hesitant, catching a pale bottom lip in between her teeth. I could tell her first instinct was to run, everyone’s first instinct was to after all. But nevertheless she stayed put, feet locked in the ground as if they had taken roots there. Now, as I was instructed, was the time to put my charm on. A vampire and its source had a very distinct intimate relationship. Sometimes they took it farther, I had always tried not to because I know what happened to sources whenever a bond took over. Too many times they drove themselves mad trying to be everything for their vampire. Too many times vampires didn’t care about their sources, never to that extent. And whenever they did it was seldom pretty. Nevertheless even whenever you didn’t care, you were always told to act like it.

“It doesn’t always hurt.” I spoke, fully knowing it probably wouldn’t sound right coming from me. Clearly I had to have had experience though, there was only one way you could be turned after all. And that, I could attest to, was definitely much more painful. Her brows furrowed, head tilting as if in confusion but she didn’t protest any farther. And I took her silence as encouragement to go on. “I can make you relax again, put you in a state to where you’re nearly asleep. In might sting, you’ll feel a bit of pressure… but it won’t hurt.”

I cautiously let myself draw closer towards her, picking up every hint of her scent… practically tasting her sweetness on my tongue. God, it nearly made me salivate at the thought. “For some though, it’s almost pleasurable.”

Her chin tilted upwards to meet my gaze, and I could practically feel her shiver as her eyes flickered from the teeth behind my lips back to my eyes. “This could be a terrible idea.” She voiced, and I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit to myself as my own eyes flickered to the vein in her neck that seemed to be calling me, beckoning me in closer.

“You haven’t run out screaming yet.” I added, cautious hands reaching for her waist all the while I waited for her protest, for her to jerk back, a jump in her pulse or any indication that she was absolutely not okay with what was happening right now. But she never did. In fact all I could feel was her own small hands trailing up my arms to slide around my biceps. Her warmth a stark difference to my cold. “I won’t touch you until I get your permission, but you’re getting a lot harder to resist.”

For a moment I nearly thought she was going to attack my lips and I would’ve allowed it even though I ultimately shouldn’t have. It was far too intimate far too quickly and for someone like me it could’ve been dangerous.

My breath hitched in a way it hadn’t before the moment I saw her brush her hair from her neck, “Be gentle, please.” She whispered, my hands balling into the fabric of her dress as I breathed in a whiff of her scent.

“Don’t let go of me.” I ordered, feeling the sharpness of my fangs poking through my lips.

I heard her cry out the moment I sunk them into her skin, a sound of pain or pleasure I wasn’t quite sure. Her arms tossed around my shoulders as I bent myself over to reach her neck. And the taste of her was more delicious than I could’ve ever imagined. Sweet but tangy all the same much like her personality, as if I had just bit into the juiciest fruit I had ever seen. I couldn’t get enough. None of my other sources had compared, could ever compare to her. And I didn’t know how to pull myself off.

I heard her whimper from below me, her body weakening against me as I lapped up every bit of her I could like a starving dog. ‘Julien… wait… what the hell are you doing?’

Finally the control kicked in, pulling my fangs from her bloody neck with a gasp as I watched her sway on her feet. Noticeably more pale I felt a hint of fear striking me as I held her up as much as I could. “Why did you stop?” She spoke, allowing me to slowly lower her quivering body towards the bed.

“I-I could’ve drained you!” I stammered, for the first time in forever finally understanding the anxiety of what it meant to lose control. The pure guilt.

“I wouldn’t have minded.” She winced just before I cupped my hand around her bloodied neck and brushed a thumb over it, watching the wounds stitch themselves together carefully.

“No, no absolutely not, we don’t drain our sources… we may push them but- do you understand what could’ve happened to you if you had someone that had even just a smidge less control than me!” She winced at my raised voice, immediately feeling that same pang of guilt in my chest as I peered down at her. “I’m sorry I- this is completely my fault and I shouldn’t be yelling. I understand if you want to leave. Th-This won’t happen again.”

I felt like I needed to drop my knees and grovel at her feet. My heart didn’t beat any longer but I swear I could feel it aching, clenching as if it had been revived. At least for now.

“I’m not leaving… so you can stop trying to get me to.” She spoke, watching her sleepily try and roll over onto her side.

“I still feel guilty-“

“I promise whatever you do to me isn’t going to be any worse than what they would out there.” She spoke, gesturing towards the window as if speaking about the outside world.

There it was again, that same tug on my heart that made me feel as if someone was trying to kickstart it again. Watching her as she held her neck as if in pain, trying to roll an ache out. “Here, let me help.” I gulped an anxious lump down, hating how afraid I was to lose control as I approached her again.

She shivered as soon as I placed my hand against her skin, watching her peer up at me through thick lashes as I sent a surge through her. Aching muscles and irritated nerves unraveling, layers of skin I had pierced through. But luckily vampires could heal just as much as they could destroy. It was just seldom that they chose to. “Better?”

She sighed, letting her neck roll once more before nodding. “Much.”

I nodded once myself, backing up as if I was the one in danger from her. Something kept pulling me towards her though, a magnetic tug that hadn’t been there before. Something I had been and always would be terrified of. “Nobody else gets to touch you from here on out.” I ordered, watching her eyebrows in confusion.

“But…”

“I don’t trust them. If I lost control then they sure as shit will and I- nothing’s going to happen to you. Not anymore.”

“Are- Are you allowed to do that?” She wondered, watching me back up towards the door, her eyes going wide with each one. “Wait, wait… don’t leave, please.”

“Why? I told you I’d protect you, I’m keeping you away from the other vampires. I can’t stay-”

“Why can’t you?” She darted up to her feet that I watched her sway on, immediately darting after her and catching her weightless body in my arms. My breath hitched in my throat as soon as I felt her head lolling on my chest, a quivering hand reaching upwards to grip my shoulder as if to better support herself.

“Bad idea.” I seethed to myself as I tried to right her back on the bed once more. And I didn’t know if I was talking about her standing up on my own or me staying. Probably both. But upon trying to pull away I only felt her hand tangling upwards into my shirt as she lifted her weak head to meet my eyes. “You shouldn’t get close to me… believe me. I- I’m not good for you.”

“I know.” She admitted, and just as I thought she was going to pull away I could only feel her grip on me tightening. “But please just… please don’t make me spend my first night here alone.”

I released a long sigh through breathless lungs. I knew this could’ve happened and I was terrified of it. A source’s first connection to a vampire could grow so intense so quickly and coupled with the fears that usually arouse with any of their first nights here. And that face, that pull, the guilt of earlier weighing on me so heavily… how could I say no? “Okay.”

[cringefailvox]

while we’re talking about featherstone (when am i never not talking about featherstone?), @nyxistyxi just compared Fran Fine from The Nanny to Val in terms of both fashion and personality. after yelling at me for being unfamilar, they described her as “the biggest, sassiest, loudest, sluttiest sugar baby to ever sugar baby but she had standards. She set her sights on her CEO Daddy and fucking seduced him. She was the star of a show called the nanny where she just tormented this poor man strutting around his mansion in these outfits.”

and so now i have to ask. Val babysitter AU? My Deer Nanny but make it even cuntier, if that’s at all possible

genius. omg. i'm also not familiar with fran fine but that description is amazing and i'm utterly sold. vox hires val to watch the kids he neglects & never wanted and val inadvertently turns him into an active father by being too sexy to resist. suddenly vox wants to go to soccer games and parent-teacher conferences and shit just because val is there, even though he hired val to better enable his neglect in the first place

[qcoded]

PT 1: Some screenshot redraws from The Deer Mansion AU :P Aaa I've made like 12 of these already, it's almost been two months xD

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Heres some quick ideas for Bleeding Hearts and Missing parts au that i had!

-When Reader isn't ghost stalking the X-teens or haunting the Brotherhood, they hang with the adults. They run into the lab when Hank is overworking to cause all the screens to break and get him to eat lunch, play chess with Charles where he actually has to plan his moves since Reader only moves their pieces when he isn't looking so he doesn't actually see them, stuff like that.

-That strange 'dead' zone that Reader actually made is still there but no one knows what to do about it. Like the deadzone, Reader can cancel mutations, bringing extreme pain if someone tries to use it anyway, but it kinda turns on at random. (Resulting in Peter face planting at 70mph)

-There were other kids in the facility with Reader. They didn't last very long.

-Reader can transport through TVs like the lady from the Ring.

- Reader does have their own room in the mansion! But no one ever actually sees them in there. Even if they check in the middle of the night, they aren't there. They know they go in there because all their stuff is in there, and they sometimes hear crying or scratching coming from there, but if they go check, it's empty.

- Lance is actually 100% convinced after a bit that Kitty and Reader are actually twins, and wonders how to get Reader's blessing.

- Reader likes to mess wirh the Brotherhood a lot but actually only genuinely dislikes Fred and Mystique. Fred was the one who got a deer head in his backpack, but that was small potatoes to what they did to Duncan. Todd and Wanda are their favorites since they mind their business.

- Reader knows Sabretooth and vibes with him sometimes. They smell like Logan, so he knows they're one of his brother's brats, even if he doesn't know their name. They are both weird people who hunt for something together in complete silence before agreeing to do it again in two months.

- Reader does not have a uniform and was never officially cleared for missions. They just pop up when needed in an oversized Ultraman t-shirt and pj pants.

- Smaller x-teens like Kurt and Laura are regularly picked up by Reader. They get no say in this.

- Similar to their room, no one sees Reader eat any more. They did before the facility, and they sat down with everyone with a plate of food, but it's always empty without anyone seeing them eat.

I love those headcanons! I'm not sure I can add to them right now, but I love them!

Reader usually vibes with everyone, unless they're being a jerk. The moment someone acts like a jerk, they're doomed. They end up with a deer head stuffed in their bag, or frogs in their desk, or bright neon hair, or have their house and room haunted until they make amends or they're considered fully punished.

Reader cuddles with the other teens at night, so they aren't alone, and so they feel safer. Logan will also join them, or the Professor will, since Reader feels safer with them if no one else can spend the night with them around.

Reader's dead zone is an anomaly that scares the cr*p out if the Brotherhood and the Acolytes, and they're convinced it's cursed. Wanda loves it, everyone else hates it. Sabretooth amd Reader vibe every two months by hunting some large animal, share its guts and meat, then merrily go on their way back to whatever they do when not hunting prey. Reader gifts Todd a little frog, he names it Mini Todd. Fred works to appease the ghost, Lance sets up salt circles, vanilla candles, and little crystal spheres and silver mirrors, and Pietro simply uses a vacuum cleaner to go Ghostbuster on it. Reader is highly amused... until the candles nearly burn down the house after the vacuum cleaner also caught fire, so Reader had to stop the fire and basically crush it out of existence. So now everyone in the Brotherhood is certain there's a ghost, and Lance claims it's Reader (who he thinks is Kitty's long-lost twin, who he needs to win over so he can be with their sister and NOT be chucked in a tub full of acid or have his hair dyed violet...)

The Brotherhood try to collect Reader peacefully, and tell the X-Men for once they want to help and be respectful of a poor, fellow mutant... then Reader pops up, and they scream loud enough to scare off a murder of crows and shatter glass. So now they're convinced the X-Men are haunted, too...

So... what do they do?

Decide to save them!

(Someone call Pietro and Wanda's dad, quick! He's old, so he might know what to do-!)

(Hahaha, @sugar-soda ... you have opened another arc to the story... laugh and rejoice if you want, for it shall be funny! Mwahaha~!)

[crushedsweets]

do u have any more bonnie lore that u can share with us? i’m obsessed with her design and her story<3

Ok I’m assuming you mean ghost Bonnie… hmm… but let me see if I can collect random thoughts. Also thank you anon youre a sweetheart <3

General summary: “The Ghost Bride” is a version of my crp OC bonnie made for a 2014-fanon slender mansion AU with my friends! She lives in the mansion w all my friends OCs. The mansion is in a.. pocket dimension sorta? I think?

This is really funny but I watched inside out 2. Anxiety/maya hawke is probably her voice claim. HAHAHAH

She sorta gives the energy of Megan in “but I’m a cheerleader”. She’s largely in denial about being a lesbian and is pretty clueless/ignorant on it, having grown up in the 70-80s before she died

Her fiancé was a very traditional American guy. Huge family of hunters, which always made Bonnie uneasy going to his house and seeing deer heads displayed on the walls. When he hunted her down for running off the aisle, she was mostly thinking about all those deer. And how she was next, obvi

Her story (after death) mainly goes in 2-3 arcs:

1. She spends several decades(although time is distorted) in the slender forest just roaming around, sobbing, begging her fiancé not to shoot, hiding behind trees and rocks and heaving nonstop. It’s impossible to talk to her and she’s MOSTLY not even visible to other residents, considering she’s a ghost - but occasionally she spooks people

2. Eventually she starts to settle into the mansion. Slendy sorta messes with her head - he tries to make her forget what happened to her, and make her forget that she’s even dead, but it actually just leaves her really confused and having a constantly warped sense of reality and what stage of life she’s in. Sometimes she thinks she’s back in highschool fawning over a crush, sometimes she thinks she’s days away from her dream wedding, sometimes she thinks she’s been married for years. In general she’s just kinda like… stupid …. Super ditzy, just lays around in bed all day in nightgowns and reading teen magazines and chewing bubblegum. Doesn’t throw tantrums but she will have random moments where she loses her shit and starts tearing her room apart freaking out over a wedding. Gets called bridezilla by a certain somebody… 😒😒

3. She ends up killing her fiancé, and that’s sorta what snaps her back into reality. She understands, remembers, and accepts what happened to her. She spends time with her friends and begins the whole “ghost recovery acceptance processing your own death” thing. She’s mostly okay with it, considering she’s exactly where she wants to be - a freaky mansion with her friends, ran by some guy she views as a father figure

She tends to the mansions garden the most I believe. Usually drags her friends out and makes them do a lot of the harder work (mowing the lawn, dealing with pests, cleaning gutters) while she does the rest. Eventually gets told off for gender roles or something funny . LMAOOO

She cannot cook. Swears she’s gonna be the best damn house wife in the world. Cannot cook. Can not cook. Hear me when I say this. She can not cook. OK IM EXAGGERATING but she does suck at cooking…

Loves wearing bunny slippers and making her friends match other animal slippers with her.

Always has to be in some sort of bridal wear - whether it’s a wedding dress, a bridal party dress, a slip dress, night gown, robe. Something white and frilly and preferably silky

I dunnooo… lmk if y’all have any specific questions cuz I haven’t really been working on her lately

[fandomworld9728]

The weird thing in harem anime where everyone wants the dude for no reason...except in Lucifer's case, he is Temptation-incarnate, except he doesn't know it. The longer someone is in his presence, the more they want him.

(Requested by @suzaojou)

There are two ways I thought of to go with this.

Human AU

Fantasy AU

Couldn't make up my mind so I'm doing them both! ^-^ I will also be doing a story for both of these for this prompt.

Human AU:

Lucifer is the youngest among their siblings and comes from a well off, high society family

Is genderfluid and prefers to go by Luci since that's what everyone who is close to them usually calls them

Mostly presents as male and doesn't get upset up if someone accidently mixes up their pronouns. Only gets mad if someone does it on propose

Doesn't have a preference for one gender or the other with the people they date or sleep with

Best friends with Anthony (Angel Dust) and both get a kick out of playing around with their androgynous features

Lucifer & Anthony both have Heterochromia. Anthony's being light blue and amber. Lucifer's being light blue and red

Lucifer is 18 years old trying to raise their 2-year-old daughter as a single parent with the help of Anothy and the only two siblings who will talk to them

Main love interests:

Adam - Former childhood friend, oldest of the two, grew up on a farm, now a police officer

Cherri Bomb - Not her actual name, punk girl who loves to party, friends with Anthony, works at a waitressing job she hates

Anthony - Best friend, wants a polyamorous relationship, lives with them

Alastor - Guy they met in high school before they had to drop out to take care of Charlie, famous radio host who loves to pick and tease at them whenever he gets the chance

Fantasy AU:

Lucifer is the youngest among his siblings but is only their half sibling

Was the result of a night between a God and a Demon Lord

Lived out on his own in an old mansion with only a tutor and a small handful of servants that he saw more as family then employees

Left home to become an adventurer

Wears an eye patch over his left eye to hide his red, cursed, demon eye he inherited from his mother

Has no idea about his lineage or what he truly is

Has many different forms of magic and combat training but mainly sticks to a Bard/Druid/Healer class combination

Is considered the Sin of Pride in the demon realm and the heir to the Demon Lord's throne

The other six Sins vow to protect their future king at all costs

Is also the heir to the Heavenly Throne

His older siblings he had never met outside of being a newborn also vow to protect him leading to a lot of fighting between the two factions. Lucifer is none the wiser to any of this

Some of the cast:

Adam - One of Lucifer's childhood friends, has his own adventuring team, came from a commoner's background but was able to raise to the rank of a knight, human

Lilith - One of Lucifer's childhood friends & first love, on Adam's adventuring team, is a princess of a kingdom destroyed by war and seeking refuge in the kingdom they currently lived in, daughter of a human sorceress & a siren king

Eve - One of Lucifer's childhood friends & Adam's betrothed, on Adam's adventuring team, half elf daughter of the forest, orphaned at a young age

Angel/Anthony (Angel Dust) - Works at a brothel, has basic magic centered around charming and seduction, really good with weapons, half succubus, ends up joining Lucifer on his adventure

Sir Pentious - Snake demi-human, obsessed with human inventions & machines, saved by Lucifer & Angel and decides to join their group

Alastor - Deer demon/demi-human, wild shapes into a giant deer/wendigo like monster against his will during mating season, usually looks mostly human besides his deer features, stalks Lucifer and his group after an encounter in the cursed forest

[suchacreativeusrname]

COLLECTOR FROM @qcoded ‘THE DEER MANSION’ AU BECAUSE I LOVE BOTH IT AND THEIR DESIGN!

THEY WERE SO FUN TO DRAW

[caspercryptid]

For the Billford thing maybe something Monster Falls related?

Ford is like a sphinx to contrast Stanley being a gargoyle but Ive seen versions of Ford being a deer centaur like Dipper and Stan being an aquatic creature to match Mabel being a mermaid. Pick your poison with this one

Okay so bill's humanoid design is inspired on @monobmp's, that's basically what I was thinking of. I'm sorry to all the object head lovers. it's not my field. As for Ford. Well. :- )

Also uh, I invented a whole new version of this AU because I wanted a reason for it to hit Ford, since like. If it happened pre-portal and then he came through he might be able to avoid it? anyway. So. There's a whole setup here. Have fun Requests still open for Billford ______________________________

"—Stan's crimes include pug smuggling, embezzling, highway robbery, regular robbery, advanced robbery—"

Stan is lifting the remote to turn the television off when Shandra Jimenez cuts off.

"—Though this list is far from complete, we have— breaking news. The fireworks and explosives on the mountain seem to have broken open some kind of — underground river, or spring? Water is pouring off the mountain and we may have flash flooding incoming."

Stan turns off the TV.

"You kids wanna go vandalize Mayor Tyler's mansion?" Dipper squints. "Should we…maybe avoid going out in flood conditions?"

"What?" Stan scoffs. "It's a little water. Come on. it's not a tsunami. What's some weird mountain water gonna do?"

_____

"—aw, shoot," Gideon says, looking out the prison window after he's made his deal with Bill. "it's my yard time. Walk with me, cipher."

"Sure, kid, always willing to go anywhere with a friend!"

______

Ford walks right into it.

The seismic activity sets off every sensor in his lab— every measurement device for every kind of disturbance, all at once. He knows something is coming, and naturally, that means he needs to study it.

He's expecting Bill— he has his gun ready and loaded, he has his weapons, his coat.

At first, it seems as though his equipment was wrong. There's nothing in town but ankle-deep water. He wades in, looking down.

His reflection is…strange. It shifts, making him look as though he's made of gold for a second, and then he realizes it's— the sunlight reflecting from his skin. He's shining, sparkling strangely. He reaches up to touch his own face and is stopped dead by being able to look through his fingers.

"—Ah," he says, out loud. "That isn't good."

And then all hell breaks loose.

_____

Bill is physical.

Bill is physical and he doesn't like it one bit. He tears out of the prison yard— climbing the fence while everyone is still panicked and screaming, running into the street. physical. physical. physical.

What was his protective shell is just clothes around him now: no more bricks, just yellow and gold. His hands are inky gray-black, but they feel like human skin, and his feet are hitting the ground, and as he can feel his breath ragged in and out of his chest.

not good. not good. not good.

He runs back into town, splashing into the water still pouring everywhere: he can't feel its power anymore, and that's what really scares him. His power over the mindscape is— weakening. He thinks maybe he could temporarily leave this body, but it's his, and as long as he can't go back to the nightmare realm that's a problem. He's not just projecting himself here anymore, he's here.

He feels like screaming, so he does. He can't grow his shape, he can only throw his voice, so that's what he does— he lets his voice tear out of him, and it's almost as satisfying, the air reverberating, his voice echoing off the buildings. It drowns out all of the other creatures around him, whatever their petty struggles are, he no longer has to hear anything besides his own voice, his own panicked scream, and then there are hands on his shoulders.

Someone is trying to talk to him.

He chokes the noise back down: his throat hurts, and it isn't as funny as it should be, feeling pain. Not right now, not knowing he can't just throw this body out if he breaks it.

"—Bill," the voice repeats, and it's almost soothing, "Bill, look at me." Despite himself, he does.

He— sees water.

For a second that's all he sees, but he… blinks, what a strange sensation, and focusing his eyes reveals facial features in the water, almost-solid, at least shaded, and the clothes— the trench coat he knows, the voice he knows.

"—Sixer?" Bill asks.

"In the flesh," Ford says, "—or maybe not."

"What's— going on?"

"I'm not sure. but the— water levels seem to be dropping. That's a good sign. Maybe the effect is tempora—"

Ford has to cut off, because Bill tries to grab him— it's hard, getting a hold of the water, but with his clothes roughly hanging on him, he can almost get his arms around Ford.

"you're not—" Bill says, "You're not physical. I'm physical and you're not—"

"—Bill," Ford says, "I'll— figure out how to control it, alright? Just calm down—"

"How am I supposed to calm down? I'm a meat sack and I don't even get any of the perks!"

"The—" Ford almost laughs.

"I'm angry with you," he reminds Bill.

"Can you be angry with me later?" Bill asks, hysterical. "yeah yeah, I tried to kill you, I know, but what am I supposed to do? I can't maintain a flesh shack—"

"I'll— help. I'll help, Bill. Just relax."

Bill shoves his face in Ford's chest— his clothes are soaked through, and he smells like river water, but he tentatively lifts his arms to pat Bill's back.

"—Don't think too much of this," Bill manages, voice shaking. "this is a moment of weakness." "Moment of weakness," Ford agrees, "Temporary alliance." "—take me home with you." Bill orders.

Ford snorts. "—You're not going into the lab. But. You can…come with me."

"I'll settle."

He hates that he means it.

[unknownbard]

Vampire AU Chapter 14 Preview - The Christmas Special

Lena was about to tell Kara that the mansion’s liquor cabinet was stocked for an apocalypse, and that she’d probably be able to find the perfect bottle if she searched, but something caught her eye ahead on the side of the road. At first, she thought it was an animal, maybe a deer, but as the Jeep’s headlights cut through the swirling snow, the shape became clearer.

It wasn’t an animal. It was a person. An old woman, hunched and frail, with her back turned to them.

“Should we… stop?” Kara’s voice broke through the sound of the heater steadily supplying them with warmth.

“Keep driving.” Lena didn’t hesitate. There was no doubt in her mind that an old woman stranded in the middle of a snowstorm was bad news. Something about the figure set her teeth on edge.

But it was clear her girlfriend had other ideas. Kara slowed the Jeep, the large tires crunching over ice and snow as she eased it to a stop.

“Kara,” Lena hissed, her grip tightening on the door’s armrest.

Kara ignored her and reached for the controls of the passenger’s side window, but Lena pressed the button on her side at the same time, keeping the glass firmly in place.

“Come on, we can’t leave her out here in the cold,” Kara attempted to reason.

The Slayre wouldn’t have any of it, though. "Have you never seen a horror movie, or are you really this clueless?"

Kara turned to her with an incredulous scoff and unbuckled her seatbelt, wordlessly throwing the door open and jumping out of the car.  The bitter wind howled as the door slammed shut behind her. 

Lena watched with rising dread as Kara, wrapped in her army-green puffer jacket, stepped in front of the Jeep’s headlights, but her focus was locked on the other side of the road. The old woman hadn’t moved an inch. Not when the Jeep approached, nor when its door slammed shut as Kara stepped out into the cold.

Lena’s hand clenched reflexively around the door handle, her unease growing. The woman remained unnervingly still, her form blurred but unmistakable through the storm.

Kara had nearly rounded the front of the Jeep when, without warning, the figure vanished. It wasn’t gradual, like someone walking away. It was sudden, as though she had been swallowed whole by the blizzard.

Panic flared in Lena’s chest. Her thumb jabbed the window control, sending it sliding down as she leaned out, her voice shrill and unfamiliar even to her own ears. “Kara! Get your ass back in the car unless you want me to come out there and drag you back myself!”