#and the bite on my wrist

[dubioushonour]

God I'm covered in so many miscellaneous cat injuries today

[s0fter-sin]

vampire au where they can only drink the blood type they were before they were turned. other blood has an almost poisonous effect, burning them from within like acid and drinking too much of it can kill them

in the old days, before the knowledge of blood types, it made humans they could feed on absolutely precious. they're kept safe, pampered and doted on; a vampire’s most prized possession

attacking another vampire's human is seen as the highest insult; not only is it a slight against them, it also carries the implication of "i want you to starve"

it's also used as the cruelest of punishments; starving a vampire for months, until they're feral with hunger just for their torturer to throw in a random human, watching them desperately suck down poison, their instincts begging them to keep drinking even as it kills them

ghost is one of the few who survived it; thrown in a pit so deep, he saw stars in the middle of the day, left with nothing but the dried bodies of the humans roba drained without care, others with their throats slit, blood he can't drink spilled out around them

a taunt of the one thing he needs but will never get

but ghost hasn't survived this long just to give up here

he refuses to die in this stinking, rotted pit

ghost is a force of nature as he descends over roba's manor; killing any who wander into his path until the halls run red. until he gets his hands on roba and tells him a secret:

vampires can feed on the blood of any vampire, regardless of blood type

it becomes a legend in vampire high society; if you starve another, you'd best make sure they actually die

otherwise you might end up piled in a dining room, the vampire you left for dead lounging on a throne of corpses with his fangs lodged in your throat

ghost decimates roba's empire, burning it to the ground until no one dares to speak his name in fear of incurring his wrath. it's incredibly taboo for a vampire to feed off another but ghost's too powerful for anyone to challenge him and the other vampires are too scared to try. scared of what he's willing to do, the lengths he'll go to; not that they'll ever admit it

soap is the first human he ever brings to court; delicately bathed in the finest silks and jewels, his throat always bare so he can show off ghost's ownership, his bite framed in lace

he's not like the delicate waifs the other vampires show off; he doesn't cling to his master, demure and submissive. he shows off his teeth as often as any vampire, fully willing to rip out the throats of any who insult him or ghost

a feral master needs a just as feral pet

[timethehobo]

Wrist hurts, can only offer a tiny Emmy for the night.

[midoristeashop]

Mandatory Jamie fnaf moments + Jack doodle

(I saw the fnaf movie and it was very silly!!)

hey babes I realize that I haven’t posted in a hot minute but you can thank my cat I’ve been dissecting for three weeks + dumb sickness <3

I’m feeling better and space is clearing up so get ready for some funk

[anonymouscreampuff]

this is durgetash to me

[hyohaehyuk]

those two assholes really made sure i was never gonna see this again without immediately thinking of the damn wrist and neck payback hickies (x)

Xfinity Hangouts: Jacob Anderson and Sam Reid

Clearly still not over it (1) (2)

Still wonder how Sam managed to make a hickey visible on Jacob giving he have dark skin 🤨🙃 i applaud the dedication 🤭

Also i know other vampire shows have some type of prosthetic make up to put above the actors skins so the other actor could bite without making direct contact with eo i am really surprised IWTV don't use that technic. Like, is either sucking for real until you leave a bruise in your co-worker, which Jam clearly don't mind or pretending by playing with angles and potentially having saliva running down your neck or whatever they are pretending to bite

since they got nothing in season 2 i hope they can continuing with their hickies competition in season 3 🤭

[crazylittlejester]

reached the point of desperation where i am willing to bite off my own arm

[sleepnoises]

i'm trying to stop biting my nails and i'm running into a bit of a niche issue, which is, the inside corners of the nails of my ring fingers + my ring toes (?) constantly have a Feeling in them. it's not quite an itch or an ache but a one-notch-increased awareness of this extremely specific symmetrical zone (it is also not unitchlike). it has been this way my whole life, though i can be distracted from it by, for example, biting my nails

[hwangyeddeongie]

bite me

a little something for @ddeongies day! :)

Yeji is immediately transfixed on the veins in Ryujin’s neck. She can see, can smell Ryujin’s flowing blood. It’s sweet, almost chocolatey, and nothing like the blood bags she’s used to. Blood bags are fine, they get the job done, but the taste is nothing appetising. It’s usually something akin to half-rotting meat, and Yeji only feeds because it’s a necessity.

But here, now, she can barely contain herself from excitement. She’s practically shaking in anticipation, her carnal instincts waking up after centuries of slumber. Her fangs grow, now more evident they aren’t regular canines, and force her mouth open.

“Can I?” She mumbles to Ryujin, her lips already on her pulse point. She has to grip the edge of the counter, hard, to hold herself back from biting down on the warm, enticing thrumming of her heartbeat.

“Yeah,” Ryujin whispers back, and that is all it takes for Yeji to press a chaste kiss to her jaw and sink her fangs into her jugular.

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[johnny-jhonny]

zach really did just drop on New Years Day the fact johnny was being possessed by FORGE. and then was like. "hmm. thats enough johnny development for this year. and the next. and the next. and the next. and the next. and the ne

[annannjay]

wenzhou chomp week day 4 - wrist

[moeblob]

I kinda maybe put a lot of my OC plot tag lines on a Wheel and gave it a spin so outta 79 options, it landed on "Cellphone Justice" which is... these two.

Matthew "Skittles" Mouse and Daisy Eddington

Partners in justice (of sorts). They're basically vigilantes and their orders are simply text messages. They don't really know who their bosses are but they do as they are told.

Skittles is a very mediocre guy. Doesn't stand out. The most color he has in his wardrobe is blue jeans. He's amazingly asexual and has zero interest in romance regardless of intimacy and yet he gets partnered with Daisy. The gayest lady he has ever met. Great start. She enjoys calling him fun little nicknames but seeing as they're monitored closely (via cell phones/technology) she is scolded and told to pick a single one. So she does. She dubs him Skittles. The candy as gay as her.

The one thing they have in common is their number one weakness: cute girls.

Daisy turns into a stuttering MESS of a human being. A disaster. At the mere sight of a cute girl. Skittles on the other hand is TERRIFIED of them. When asked, he simply blames his life growing up. Daisy doesn't really push the matter just thinks it's a little weird to be scared of every single cute girl (no offense to the not being afraid of her taken).

[bionic-penis]

A womb tattoo w a hysterectomy would hit so hard. Style it w a c section scar too.

[oleander-nin]

I'm about to research vampires all night, will have normal and yan headcanons either later tonight or tomorrow if nothing goes wrong<3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

if anyone has any blogs, articles, video research, or papers(or anything really) on vampire lore/mannerisms/knowledge, please send them over I am begging you

[nerice]

(maleniaposting again) saw someone say there's a good chance that bc she's blind she never realized that miquella was stolen & that's why she attacks you. bc she thinks she is still safeguarding his transformation........... and i've been so??????!!!!!!!!!!! circling this like a fucking shark bc i always assumed the 'as i awaited his return' to be about him returning from wherever mohg kidnapped him to but it never really made sense!! that malenia doesn't go beat his ass and take her brother back (rationalized it as that after the caelid disaster she cannot risk going scarlet bloom again and losing herself which fighting mohg wld most likely cause) HOWEVER. HOWEVER!!!!! esp w the sote angle Miquella Traveling To The Realm Of Shadow *that* is what it is, right?? miquella built the haligtree sanctuary for her and all the other dispossessed, but her rot is already infecting it. corrupting it. it's in the treetops where you enter and down at the very roots where she rests. so miquella enters cocoon stasis bc he has to be better, different. different from marika and her golden order. which is why he travels to the lands of shadow, to learn of marika and her origins while in the meantime malenia is out fighting, conquering (the less she is at the haligtree the better) but then the caelid disaster happens & puts her in godslumber & finlay carries her back to the haligtree into the sanctum where she continues to sleep literally until you enter. the rot has taken her eyes. and mohg has taken miquella's cocoon while she was away, but there is no way for her to know that; she is defending this location on instinct. she doesn't know her brother is gone, and miquella doesn't know you killed his sister (yet !) :))

[thenightwinggraveyard]

"I devour his flesh in the name of survival, it was his time and now it is mine, my teeth will forever be stained red, and the taste shall never leave my mouth"

// [ a wip of mine i thought i'd share :)) ]

Sakura Haruno was the weakest link, a fact she came to accept in her so far short life.

The moment her naive mouth declared she wanted to be a shinobi, was the moment her fate was sealed. Sakura was a clanless kunoichi, destined for the slaughterhouse. Hell, she even had the pig-pink hair to really seal the deal. 

All she had in her arsenal upon graduating from the academy, upon becoming a ‘real’ shinobi, was the bare bones lessons from the academy– why would they need to go in-depth when all the clan kids already knew all this information and more? (they were the only ones worth anything after all)– and what little she was able to grasp from the low-access library books.

That's not even mentioning the fact that she only graduated thanks to her teammates. 

Naruto, the ‘dead-last', was so far ahead of Sakura; it wasn't even close. She had always wondered why that was the name used in the whispers. Had no one else paid attention to the fact that while not book-smart, he was able to keep up with the likes of Sasuke? Naruto had heaps of energy, stamina and chakra. He was leagues ahead of those whispering kids, ahead of Sakura.

Sakura had stared at the dozens of clones he summoned during the bell test, the sheer determination he held, and she couldn’t find it in herself to feel anything but envy. Naruto didn’t have a clan either, so how was he still so far ahead?

Then there's Sasuke. Once upon a time, when she was a small insecure child; she had latched onto him as some higher power to worship. Ino had recalled stories of how strong each of his hits was, how handsome he was, how unearthly. 

When she first saw him, well she had to agree. He was strong in a way Sakura never was. He stood high and mighty and fought as if he was born to do just that. 

Then he put her in her place.

…

Sakura watched starstruck as Sasuke won his spar in what seemed mere seconds. As he stood in front of the boy he won against unyielding, she truly understood Ino’s obsession with him. 

Then Iruka-sensei called the next match-up.

“Sasuke Uchiha against Sakura Haruno.”

Immediately, everybody turned to her. Their vicious eyes picked her apart and gazed at her mockingly. 

“This’ll be hilarious,” she heard someone whisper.

Sakura looked at Sasuke. Those dark eyes of his stared at her from head to toe, before turning away and scoffing. 

 Her ears were duly ringing, all those wolfish stares caused her eyes to water as she looked down.

“Enough, everyone. Sasuke, Sakura, get into positions”

She walked over with hesitant steps and settled into the standard academy form.

Sakura stared at the viscous look Sasuke wore as he settled into what must have been an Uchiha clan form.  A gaze once so godly when directed at others, was now the look of a predator about to devour its prey.

“Begin!”

He immediately rushed her, and all she could do was bring up her hands to block in some hopes of prolonging the inevitable. Sakura was hit with fist after fist, only able to partly dodge for seconds of relief before the barrage continued.

She was left lying in the dirt, bruised and slightly bloody, staring up at the sky with a shame far stronger than anything she had felt before. Sakura didn’t even bother listening to her classmates mocking taunts, or Sasuke’s scoffed remarks.

All Sakura amounted to was prey.

… 

Sasuke was the predator, and to see someone as strong as him be defeated so easily by their sensei, all it made her do was shake. Each hit was blocked with a sharp calculation, every counter-attack an obvious showing of restraint. 

Sakura was on the bottom of the food chain. Their sensei must have been leagues ahead of even Sakura, and even then she knew that there were those far stronger out there. 

She shivered under the moonlight for more reasons than just the chill of the night. Hours after she officially became a genin, and all she could think was how utterly hopeless it was. Why did she insist on her naive stubbornness? 

When she had determined to become a kunoichi, it had been mostly thanks to the kunoichi Ino dragged her to see. The blonde had already been gushing about her for a while, and when faced with the opportunity to show Sakura a true kunoichi in action when sparring, she took it. 

The woman’s long hair lagged behind her as she moved gracefully around her opponent. Then once she got close enough to hit, she did so with an unstoppable strength. 

Sakura quietly laughed at her past naivety mockingly. The memory of the kunoichi’s spar was hazy, yet perhaps to make herself only feel worse, she attempted to recreate the position the women had started in.

She stood on the grass with her feet spread apart, the bruises on her knee from when she tumbled during the bell test twinged, preventing her from truly spreading her weight evenly. Nevertheless, she brought her hands up in front of her chest and curled her soft hands into fists. 

The memory of the kunoichi immediately dodged the punch heading for her jaw as she twirled around her opponent, Sakura’s small feet clumsily recreated that image with her eyes closed. The kunoichi and Sakura then kicked upwards as a counter move, hitting the opponent’s brought-up blocking arms. Sakura almost lost her balance after the kick. Then, she jumped back from an attack in time with the image of the kunoichi. 

Attack, Dodge, Kick, Hit, Block; the fuzzy sequence played out as Sakura’s limbs followed uncoordinated and sluggish. She had no idea how long she played that scene out before her bruised knee gave up and she collapsed in a sweaty heap on the grass.

She started up at the full moon, the hundreds of twinkling stars, and all she could hear was the cricket’s cries as she tried to regain her breath. 

Sakura knew she was a civilian parading as a shinobi, they all whispered that, and yet her heart had screamed that they would be proven wrong. As of now, her lungs were shouting their disagreement. 

That dreaded voice finally decided to speak up;

You’re nothing but canon fodder, after all. 

Be quiet.

You couldn’t even play at being a kunoichi without failing.

Shut up.

They were right about you. They will always be right about you.

Stop.

Weak, useless little girl, who are you trying to fool? Yourself? Everyone knows it, your sensei barely looked at you. Sasuke doesn’t even remember beating you, you’re not worth it. 

YOU’RE NOT WORTH ANYTHING.

STOP. STOP. STOP IT STOP IT STOP–

Sakura let out the harsh breath she was holding. Her mind torturing her was nothing new, every word used against her was adapted into her vocabulary of self-loathing. She closed her watery eyes with a shaky exclamation. 

Why was she just agreeing? Why was she just lying down and taking it? What happened to the little girl with a fiery heart; the one who declared she’d prove everyone wrong?

Where did that little girl who grit her teeth while she stood back up on shaky legs go?

…

The ringing in her ears dulled enough for the sound of her wheezing breaths and Iruka-sensei’s concerned voice to break through. Sakura guessed he was asking if she was okay, or if she needed help standing up. 

She lifted her head to see Sasuke’s back turned. Ino was several steps away from him, looking between her and Sasuke with a conflicted expression.

‘Weak’ his body language seemed to spit at her, ‘Useless’.

Iruka-sensei lightly touched her shoulder, “Do you need me to carry you to the nurse’s office, Sakura?”

His voice was tinged with concern. Behind her, she heard the shrill sound of girls giggling.

She clenched her teeth together painfully and began to sit up with trembling limbs. Iruka-sensei kept his hand on her shoulder, but as Sakura continued to rise she tried to subtly push it off of her. He let go with a concerned frown as she reached her knees. The rocks underneath dug into her skin, leaving imprints. 

Sakura eventually raised to unsteady feet, and with all the scratches and bruises and wild hair she was sure she looked vaguely feral. She couldn’t bring herself to feel ugly for it. She stumbled away from the sparring location, and with clenched teeth she couldn’t help but glare at the Uchiwa fan on the dark haired boy's back. 

…

As the memory of her resilience resurfaced, Sakura wondered why she had forgotten about that part. When did the terrifying act of standing up after being pushed down become unimportant to her?

When had she stopped trying?