#blood upon snow

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My AU versions of Daryuns parents are done!

Yay, I finally figured out a design for the two!

I loved @tired-reader-writer suggesstion for Chabiks hair so much (a different hair texture)! So thank you for that! But I did struggle with Irsias entire colour scheme and Chabiks cape.

Also, a little quiz for all of you: What did Daryun get from each parent? (I wanna see if I have good character design lol)

Close ups under cut

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One of my favourits is an entire fighting scene so I chose my next favourit. (It is actually two sentences)

He looked to the side and saw… white. Nothing but white. 

Writers, reblog this with your most favorite sentence you have ever written so far

[coldbrewarts]

To all things housed in her silence

Nature offers a violence

Blood Upon The Snow // Hosier & Bear McCreary

I worked really hard on this so Reblogs are appreciated!!

[banal-isenatha-nsfw]

Strung in my web...

[saminadorazahi]

Hozier

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We always do lol! Already a great answer! I also think that he would be overjoyed at first but a seed of doubt would always linger at the back of his mind. It is the same in my AU about the wife he lost rather early.

For my AU the dead would have been "resurrected"/brought back via a rune (that will actually be used in chapter 9 if I secrafice the chapter length lol) so they are basically themselves (with feelings and all) but unkillable sorta speaks.

And Farzin AND Chabik have told Sam that his daughter might be alive might have a factor on his reaction? I have yet to flesh that out but I want to reveal all of the secrets and entire backstory (and actual reason for me even writing the AU) after the canon events.

Currently having the AU brain on point and going BUT also the Saam feels from the teeny tiny panel we got of him from the new chapter.

So, I thought, what would his reaction be if he saw his dead wife again? She would not be the same as the imposters/sorcerer puppets like Vahriz or Garshapsh. But he like doesn't notice at first?

I am having the feels and thoughts - not only about Saam but the fight between Vahriz and Daryun. Arakawa has done it again!

I'm groggy and not quite fully awake yet but wow, you sure do want Sam to suffer, don't you? (It's fine, I get it, my faves all have the worst of times as well, it's how I show my love for them.)

I feel like I probably don't have enough of a grasp on the details here to say for certain how Sam would react. I assume his wife died long ago? If she looks and behaves convincingly, and if there was any doubt surrounding her death (like he didn't get to see her body, for example) then I could see him experiencing a flicker of hope. I've talked before about my own headcanon that Sam had a wife he loved very much who died a long time ago, and if your AU has a similar background then I think seeing her again, especially in circumstances similar to those in canon where Sam has been through a lot in the last year, would make him realise how acutely lonely he's been. I think he'd be tempted to cling on to that flicker of hope that somehow, miraculously, it really is her, simply because of how badly he needs it.

However, if we look at canon right now and this is happening after his encounter with Garshasp, I think very quickly there'd be a seed of doubt. He's seen sorcery even before this, we know he's distrustful of it, he's probably primed to disbelieve the apparent return of a loved one is as wonderful as it first seems. It's possible that if it's his wife, she could get through his defences with an emotional appeal, but I do think that suspicion would be there, or would creep in very quickly even if he has an initial positive reaction (think of his joy when he met Kubard again, I imagine it something like that if only for a moment).

I'm not sure how you'd be using this plot point (like, how did his wife come back, who brought her back, is she being used for evil like Team Zahhak's puppets, is she going to stay alive/undead?). The answers to those questions would definitely affect Sam's behaviour if he learns of them.

[starry-bi-sky]

Au where one day Daniel Thomas Fenton, 16 years old, retired ghost vigilante finally decides to tell his parents about the Accident when he was fourteen.

It… doesn’t end well. To say the least. Physically? Danny’s fine. But it blows up into a huge argument that ends with Danny getting disowned. And Danny, sick and tired of the years of neglect and fear and hate that’s radiated his house for years. Well, he just leaves. He doesn’t want to be part of the Fenton Family, he wants nothing to do with it.

He changes his name. Daniel Thomas Fenton to Thomas Nightingale. Before he was born, his parents asked Jazz what she thought her brother’s name would be. Two years old, she said Tommy. So when Danny was born, he was named Daniel Thomas Fenton.

Danny might not wanted to have been connected to the Fenton family, but he still wanted to be connected to his sister. He leaves town, but they keep in contact. And he stays in touch with Sam and Tucker too. They, along with Jazz, helped him change his name.

For the sake of continuity, I’ll keep calling him Danny.

A few months after Danny leaves Amity Park, he catches news from Eli. His little sisterdaughterclone contacting him to let him know that she snuck into Vlad’s to cause some mischief, and discovered that he was at it again.

He’d cloned Danny again. And this time it looked like it might be a successful boy. He was a baby. Danny rushed over to Vlad’s as fast as possible.

It wasn’t hard to break into the lab. Vlad was as cocky as he was stupid, and Danny had long since learned his tricks. The baby was being cared for by the vulture henchmen that Vlad used. Who were about as competent at taking care of a baby as the three fairies were in Maleficent.

Danny stole all information about the clone — how he was made, what Vlad did. Everything.

Turns out, the baby was more Danny’s son than he was a clone. Vlad had somehow rubbed two braincells together hard enough to have an epiphany of some sort. Rather than use Danny’s unstable DNA to make a clone from scratch, he used Danny’s DNA and an unnamed girl his age to make him.

(Safe to say, Danny was seriously creeped out.)

He also, somehow, figured out why Eli came out as Danielle rather than Daniel. It was the same reason that Danny’s suit went from white to black and his hair black to white when he went ghost. It was the ectoplasm’s weird inverting properties. Vlad had tried to make a male clone, but the ectoplasm he used inverted to make a girl. So, he tried the same thing, and instead tried to make a girl. The ectoplasm made the baby girl into a baby boy.

He had also, Danny seriously bet it was unintentional, somehow made the baby completely, utterly human. Well, almost completely human. The little boy was liminal in the same way Jazz was, with the minuscule changes to match. Sharper canines, a small ghostly sense, and eery eyes.

All in all, the baby was useless to Vlad. He didn’t have the powers Vlad wanted. Which Danny bet dollar to dollar was the biggest drawback to the egomaniac.

Well, what one crazed maniac found useless, Danny found he adored. It didn’t take long to dispatch the vultures, and Danny found himself hovering over the baby’s crib, unsure of what to do as the little boy’s bright blue eyes stared up at him with innocent wonder. He didn’t even know to fear strangers yet.

“Hello,” he said softly, and lowered his feet to the floor, changing back from ghost to human. “I’m Thomas.” He’d developed a weariness to his original name after Dan, and after his disownment, disliked it entirely.

The baby latched onto Danny’s finger with a gurgle, and that was it. Close the book, the end. Danny’s heart squeezed itself in his chest, a low coo trapped itself in his throat. And with hands that had never held something so small before, he picked him up.

“I bet he was gonna name you Daniel, wasn’t he?” He asked, trying to remember what the safest way to hold a baby that couldn’t keep its head up was. He cradled the baby to his chest. “He’s crazy. Don’t worry, I’ll take you with me.”

The baby just stared up at him, one chubby hand crushing his shirt. Danny couldn’t help but smile, now he knew why people always got so mushy around babies. There was so much to love about them. “I’ll come up with a better name.” He said, and walked away from the crib — there was probably something in Vlad’s lab that helped the baby. Some kinda diaper bag or something?

As he looked, he wracked his head for names. As well as that, he tried to think about what to do moving forward. The baby wasn’t like Eli, who was independent enough that she traveled the world and did whatever she wanted. He was a baby. Tiny, vulnerable, dependent. And legally, he didn’t exist.

“Why don’t I call you Bruce?” He said aloud, looking back down to the baby. Bruce. He liked the name. Bruce just looked up at him, and then tried to eat his shirt.

Danny didn’t think it was possible to fall in love so fast. “Okay, Bruce it is then.” He was smiling ear to ear. “Hi, Bruce.”

He found a diaper bag soon enough, it was near Bruce’s crib, tucked on it’s side under a chair. Danny slung it over his shoulder, switched forms, and flew out of the mansion

…

First thing to know about taking care of babies; it was hard. Danny flew miles from Vlad’s house, intangible and invisible, before he finally stopped at a gas station. He switched back, and then called Jazz

Who… immediately tore into him for making such a reckless, impulsive choice to go willingly into Vlad’s house

(Eli was a snitch)

(But not a big enough snitch apparently, she left the surprise baby to Danny to talk about)

And after the subsequent tearing into, Danny told her about Bruce

“What are you gonna do with him?”

“I’m not sure. I can’t just *leave* him. He’s so small Jazz.”

“Are you gonna keep him with you little brother?”

“…”

“…Just until I can figure something out.”

“I’ll send you some articles about taking care of babies then.”

Danny undeniably gets attached

He swore he’d figure something out by the end of the week. One week stretched into two. Two stretched to a month. And then a few months. And then Bruce was learning how to crawl, and he was babbling.

And he was just as attached to Danny as Danny was to Bruce.

Danny was all the way northeast by then, finding himself in Gotham. He was seventeen now, almost an adult in the eyes of the law. He was going to stay a week, if even that long, in Gotham.

And then he saved an eccentric elderly couple from being mugged. And by the end of the week he was staying in the elusive Wayne Family Manor as a special guest.

The Waynes were childless. They’d had tried for years to get a son, until eventually they gave up on it. But if you looked at their younger portraits, you’d think Danny was theirs by birth.

Days turned to weeks to months to nearly a year. And then more. Bruce was walking now, and he called Danny ‘daddy’ and he was still just as clingy as he was when he was on bottles.

Danny adored him.

And the Wayne couple were so kind to him. Danny had waited for weeks for the other shoe to drop. Nobody this rich was this kind, at least not anyone that Danny had encountered besides Sam, and Sam’s family were guppies in a pond compared to the behemoths that were the Waynes.

There was no other shoe drop. The Waynes never expected anything from Danny other than he ate well and slept well and that he stay as long as he like. They didn’t force him into attending anything, not their rich people parties or events, nothing. They bought him clothes and let him decorate his room, and spoiled Bruce positively rotten.

Danny quietly, where no one but his thoughts could hear, started to think they were better parents than the ones who gave birth to him. It changed things.

On Danny’s eighteenth birthday, the Waynes gifted him adoption papers. Danny couldn’t have grabbed his pen faster.

Danny Fenton became Thomas Nightingale, and Thomas Nightingale because Thomas and Bruce Nightingale.

Then, finally, Thomas and Bruce Nightingale became Thomas and Bruce Wayne.

[sinkat-arts]

Self-indulgent quickfast doodle - Daisuga just happen to show up to the halloween party as a cowboy and a bear. 🤠💙🐻

[banal-isenatha]

"Our Little Remedy"

Lady Dimitrescu/OC

The preparations for Alcina's visit to your family estate are still ongoing, as are the neverending politics of the region, the other families and noble Houses vying for the Matriarch's and her new consort's attention. Watching and wondering the outcome of the still far, yet very much awaited union.

After weeks of working non-stop, you finally convince Alcina to take a break with you in the Hall of Ablution, where a simple evening of relaxation may turn a bit more...interesting.

"By the gods this is amazing…”

You sighed dreamily as you lowered yourself in the vast pool of the Hall of Ablution, the slightly diluted blood lapping gently at your tired body.

“Hmm…quite so.” Alcina murmured from her place on the submerged steps of the pool where she sat, her head tilted back as she rested her elbows on the marble behind her, “I could stay like this forever…”

You both felt the tiredness and exhaustion of the past days wash over you, the blood soothing and reinvigorating as you relaxed. For the past two weeks alone, Alcina had been stuck in meeting after meeting, which meant by extension that you had too, now that your position of soon-to-be consort had been made public. It hadn’t changed much around the castle, considering everyone living or working there for the past five months had gotten used to seeing you at the Matriarch’s side, despite nothing having been exactly official at the time, but things had changed.

Now, you were pretty much expected to accompany Alcina in all of her official matters, from balls to meetings to trips – not that she’d ever forced you, considering her own reluctance to take part in most of those things – and while you found the responsibility to be challenging at times, you were glad to do your part and make her burden lighter. Not to mention you’d never pass up on the chance to show off, especially to the other ladies of court, whose chittering and metaphorical daggers they kept throwing at you brought you immense pleasure.

“You’re doing that face.”

Your eyes blinked open before they turned towards Alcina, the Countess’ tired smirk and raised eyebrow making you tilt your head to the side.

“What face?”

“The face when you reminisce about something devious you managed to achieve.”

Snorting under your breath, you swam towards the older woman, stopping in front of her.

“Nothing ‘too devious’, I assure you. Just…enjoying the moment. It’s been some time since we had a few hours to ourselves.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” the Matriarch sighed, rolling her golden eyes, “I still have to reply to all the letters on my desk, not to mention- uhmphm…”

You smirked lightly as your kiss interrupted her, watching her eyes flutter and her head dip back in satisfaction until you broke apart.

“You were saying?”

Her ‘tsk’ made your smirk widen and turn into a chuckle as she flicked some of the blood around at your face, the droplets landing on your chin and nose.

“Rude.”

“You love it.”

“Hmm…maybe.”

With another chuckle, you moved closer until you were between her legs and leaned forward to rest your head on her shoulder, your eyes closing with a smile when you felt her fingers stroke your hair, her fingertips tracing gentle patterns on your scalp.

Feeling the weight of your head on her shoulder, Alcina’s eyes closed once more, a sense of peace and contentment settling within her as you lay in the pool together, the crimson liquid enveloping you like a warm embrace. The last days in particular had been a hassle to deal with, what with all the bureaucracy and posturing that came with news of your engagement, and she relished finally having the chance to hold you close without having to worry about work.

Not to mention she also had yet to open the latest letter she had received from your mother that same morning, the thought of finalising the arrangements for her and her daughters’ visit to your family’s estate making a brief spike of tension hit the back of her neck before it abated again when she felt your lips on her shoulder. She was looking forward to finally make the trip, but the knowledge of what that entailed, especially for her daughters, still worried her a bit.

But for now, as she continued to card her fingers through your hair and your purrs rumbled against her chest with each breath you took, she decided to put it all on the backburner, relaxing in the serene silence that filled the room.

Finally…

Minutes ticked by as you listened to the sound of dripping blood and soft breaths, the warm liquid making your strength return bit by bit. It wasn’t that often the two of you used the Hall of Ablution, but this had been an emergency born out of utter exhaustion, and you certainly didn’t regret convincing the other vampire to treat herself.

You pulled back from Alcina’s embrace, looking up at the tired lines around her eyes. The woman was in dire need of some peace and downtime, and you’d be damned if she didn’t get it. Which was why, ignoring the puzzled look she gave you when she felt you moving away, you took her hand in a gentle hold and started wading back until you’d reached the deeper end of the pool, the blood now easily reaching up to your collarbones. With a smirk, you then let go of her hand and dipped below the surface, disappearing in a sea of crimson.

After the original surprise, Alcina’s expression fell into one of tired exasperation, a hand reaching up to massage her brow as she looked at the spot where you had disappeared under.

“Iulia, aren’t you a bit too old for these games?”

When she received no response and you didn’t come up, she sighed under her breath before it turned into an undignified squeak as she felt a pinch in her side, her hand slapping over her mouth in embarrassment before she growled.

“Iulia…!”

The lady vampire turned on the spot, her eyes narrowing as they scoured the blood.

Of all the childish-

Feeling another pinch, this time on her leg, Alcina swam away, a spike of annoyance (and reluctant amusement) colouring her tone.

“I swear you’re worse than Daniela…come out now.”

But when you failed once again to respond and your fingers pinched her ass firmly, she had had enough.

Submerging herself beneath the blood as well, she squinted around, her gaze searching for you, though the blood prevented her from seeing much. She remained still for a few moments before changing tactic and closing her eyes, listening to the sounds around in hopes of finding you. And considering neither of you were in any danger of running out of air any time soon, she made sure to take her time and keep her entire focus on you.

The sight of the fearsome Matriarch in a pool of blood searching for her consort like two children playing hide-and-seek was a sight you were pretty sure no one had ever seen before, which made this all the more fun. Swimming behind her, you touched her shoulders fleetingly and quickly swam away again before her hand could grab you, her eyes narrowing as she growled in frustration.

But you knew her. Alcina’s amusement and excitement were growing, the chance to chase, even for a silly game, always a safe way to entice her and let her loose.

Letting out a playful huff at your sly tactics, the lady vampire started swimming around, now more than eager to catch you as her golden eyes scoured the blood, slowly getting used to seeing through it.

Her renewed interest caused a small smirk to pull the corners of your lips up, but just as you were about to sneak up on her again, she disappeared among the blood, leaving your fingers grasping at nothing.

You twisted around in the ample pool, eyebrows furrowing as you couldn’t see her anymore, but before you could even begin to call out to her, you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist in a tight grip, your gasp turning into a laugh as you were pulled upwards.

Alcina's own laughter rang in the room once you had re-surfaced through the blood together, both soaked and dripping red. Her strong arms held you close, a smirk of triumph on her lip as she looked at you.

"Caught you."

She purred, her tone filled with amusement and satisfaction, and her golden eyes glimmering with playfulness as they met your amber ones.

“That you did...”

You chuckled softly, raising a hand to run your fingers through her soaked hair, the black strands tinted a dark cremisi, and watched as Alcina let out a hum of contentment at the feeling, her expression softening.

She adored the attention, the sensation of your touch on her scalp, of your chests pressed together, and let her hands slide over your waist, pulling you closer towards her as she held you in a comfortable embrace.

It had been such a long time since she felt this carefree, the change of pace from the constant upholding of her regal image and the toll that accompanied it more than welcome.

No obligations, no nobles, no-

She quickly lost her train of thought at the sudden feeling of your tongue lapping at her, the warm appendage trailing slowly up her chin and along her jaw.  A shiver went down her spine, your actions sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her entire body as she blinked. She certainly had not expected such a bold yet intimate display of affection, but she was far from complaining, and after the brief surprise had worn off, she remained as still as possible, allowing you to continue and letting out a small sigh every time she felt your fangs gently graze her flesh.

Encouraged by her gradual relaxation, you kept on lapping at the dripping blood and started to place kisses over her cheeks and forehead, your touch gentle and languid. Her eyes closed with a soft exhale as the woman immersed herself in the moment and allowed the sensations of your tranquil movements to wash over her, savouring every touch, every kiss, every gentle caress. Her expression conveyed a rare vulnerability, a raw display of emotions that was usually masked by her usual stoic mask.

A vulnerability that she was comfortable showing you alone.

Alcina leaned into your touches, craving more of your affection, and with a soothing rumble, you placed a fleeting kiss on her lips before rubbing your nose against her cheek, nuzzling into her. Soon, you felt her lips stretch into a small, genuine smile as she returned the gesture of affection with her own, one hand lifting to gently cup the back of your head and keep you close.

The Countess  let out a low, pleased hum, leaning into the safety of your embrace as she savoured the moment of tenderness, feeling the mask of cool confidence she had been wearing for days – centuries – crack and fall away.

“There she is...”

You murmured softly as you cupped her cheeks, thumbs lightly smearing the faint spots of blood still on her skin.

“My Alcina...”

The woman’s smile grew wider at your words, her heart soaring with a mix of softness and openness that had seldom been seen. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, looking up at you with an almost raw tenderness in her golden gaze.

There were no pretences, no façade. Just you and her.

“My love...” she murmured, her voice wavering ever so slightly, “My Iulia...”

The sound of your name on her tongue, caressed and whispered with such sentiment made your heart flutter, your forehead resting against hers as you met her lips in a slow kiss.

By all means you didn’t mind the passion and sensuality that often characterised your private – and sometimes public – life, but it was these moments, with her arms wrapped around your shoulders and her warm breaths hitting your cheeks with each kiss, that you cherished the most. The ones when Alcina – the Countess, the Matriarch, the Lady of the castle – let her walls down in your arms and bared her heart to you and you alone. And when you could rely on her to hold you close and let the outside world fade away.

The court, your Houses, the machinations, the posturing, Mother Miranda and the ceremony,…they all faded away with every languid press of her tongue against yours, every gentle stroke of her fingers along your neck and collarbones.

Alcina could see your shoulders relaxing the more the two of you remained locked together, one of her hands moving to your nape so she could run her nails along your skin and play with the shorter hair there. She knew you were worried and tired as much as she was, despite your usual wit and charm doing a good job at masking it.

She still remembered your distant look after the last soiree you both had attended, the guests belonging to the other noble Houses hounding your every step with questions and not-so-veiled jabs at your position by her side and the nature of your future union. She had no doubt they were all speculating on whether or not you’d succeed in the endeavour, probably hoping for the latter just to have something to gossip about, and despite the fact that you had done a masterful job and held your ground against those vipers, she knew you were troubled.

The thought made her arms tighten around you, her kisses becoming a bit more urgent as she felt your hands move from her cheeks to her ribs and waist, stroking her skin while holding her close.

She couldn’t lose you to Miranda’s plots and spite. She would not-

Your hand on her cheek made her thoughts quieten, the vampire lady’s eyes blinking open and meeting your gentle ones.

“It’s going to be alright, draga...”

Alcina’s eyes searched your own, a quiet sigh leaving her slightly parted lips before her expression turned decisive.

“It is. I promise.”

You let out a faint chuckle and kissed her once more, your lips moving sensually against each other as your tongues intertwined once you deepened the kiss. Feeling her leg trailing up yours, you leaned down and grabbed the underside of her thighs before standing once more, her legs wrapped tightly around your hips as you moved a bit towards the shallow end of the pool until the blood reached your stomach.

As her back hit the chilly tiles on the blood-stained wall, Alcina felt shivers travel down her skin before the warmth of your skin touched her again, your body moulding against hers and making her let out a low sigh of pleasure.

It was a good thing that the blood had been diluted a bit, or the haze would have already gone straight to her head by now-

The Matriarch let out a faint gasp when your hips rolled against hers, her golden eyes fluttering at the feeling as your lips placed soft kisses along her jaw and neck, right on the spots that you knew would make her shiver.

“Iulia…”

You dragged your tongue against her collarbones, her nails scratching the base of your skull and tangling in your hair making your breaths turn into a pleased rumble, and kept up your languid and slow rocking, the blood moving around gently as you did.

With a low moan, Alcina’s head tilted back, revealing more of her neck to your soft lips, and started meeting your hips with her own, her nails running along your shoulders and down your spine, tracing stiff muscle and soft skin alike.

Reaching up, you turned her head forward with a light grip on her hair, your forehead pressing against hers as your breaths turned slightly ragged the more you two moved, molten gold meeting darkened amber as if locked in a trance.

“I want to see you, draga…”

The words made Alcina’s hands grip your shoulders more tightly, her own breaths building up into a fast panting and mingling with yours as your lips brushed and pressed against each other.

The Hall of Ablution was filled with the sound of sloshing water and soft moans, the smell of blood permeating the air, but it didn’t affect you as much as the woman in front of you, her touches burning and her movements driving you on and on as she whispered sweet words and promises against your lips until you felt your own body almost mould with hers.

You could feel your muscles grow taut as the friction grew more pleasurable by the second, your thighs tensing to the point of being almost uncomfortable, but you refused to stop until Alcina came undone. And considering the way she kept arching into your chest and raking her nails into your shoulders, you wouldn’t have had to wait long.

The older vampire’s breaths hit your damp and dripping skin, her moans growing in pitch despite her muffling them into your neck, and as she felt herself heading straight to the point of no return, she cupped your jaw almost desperately and slammed her lips against yours, her cry lost into your mouth while her body shook in your arms.

With a deep growl, you pushed her harder against the wall of the pool, your eyebrows pinched in concentration until, with a series of uncoordinated and frantic pumps, you felt yourself come too, your hands gripping her asscheeks tightly and pressing her cunt flush with yours.

As the two of you calmed down eventually, you slowly sank closer to the steps of the pool, Alcina’s legs still wrapped around your hips and her fingers tracing the scratches running up and down your back. Her touch was featherlight as her golden eyes watched the skin heal quickly and disappear, the blood aiding the process until your skin had return to its unblemished state.

“Hmm...pity they didn’t stay longer...”

“You can always try again later, you know?”

You smirked softly, kissing her cheek and holding her close while her shoulders shook with her light chuckle.

“Tempting...”

Alcina let out a soft sigh, her cheek resting on top of your shoulder as she sagged fully into your arms, satisfied and sated. You limited yourself to run your fingers through her hair, your chin resting on top of her head while your lips traced the shell of her ear from time to time.

“...I missed this.”

“I do enjoy the bloodbath and sex mix myself.”

“Not that, you smartass.” Alcina rolled her eyes as you snorted, slapping your chest lightly in response, “I meant this. Us...having some time for each other...”

You hummed softly, rolling a strand of her dark hair between your fingers.

“You’ve been working non-stop for days. You deserve a break.”

“We deserve a break. Don’t think I don’t remember seeing you asleep in the library not even two days ago.”

“Turning it into a competition, draga?” you raised an eyebrow, chuckling, “We both know who the workaholic is between us.”

At her indignant huff, you leaned back and cupped her cheeks, stroking her soft skin with your thumbs. She still looked tired, but the lines under her eyes were gone and her complexion looked better than hours before. Slowly, you moved closer until your lips were ghosting along hers, the action making the older vampire relax even more.

“Proposition for you.”

“Oh? I’m listening…”

Grinning softly, you trailed your lips along her sharp cheekbones, enjoying the small purr leaving her throat.

“I think it’s high time we took a break, no?” you placed a finger over her lips as they parted, interrupting her objection, “Just us. Alone. No one else to bother us.”

“What about the meetings and-”

“Bela can start attending a couple for us and we’ll reschedule the rest.”

“Bela…?” Alcina’s brows furrowed, her expression turning slightly concerned, “She has only ever attended a few and I was always there, she’s never done this on her own-”

“No better time to learn than the present. And I’m sure Cassandra will be there with her.”

“...what about Daniela?”

The Countess raised an eyebrow at your snort, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“With the new shipments from the Duke, she won’t leave the library for the next week at the very least. Which means that we will have all the time to recharge and…enjoy each other.”

Her head tilted to the side as you whispered the last part against the skin of her neck, the thought sending a thrill of excitement down her spine. It had been some time after all and she was hardly satisfied…

The sensation of your fangs nipping at the juncture between her neck and shoulder made her lips part with a small gasp, warmth pooling quickly in her lower body as her nails sank into your shoulders, her mind coming up blank.

…oh, what the hell

With a low growl, she grabbed your hair and pulled your head up from her neck to plant her lips against yours, her body pressing impossibly close as she rocked her hips forward, your own moans swallowed by her mouth.

Grabbing the underside of her thighs, you stood up and climbed the marble steps leading out of the blood pool, not even bothering with grabbing a towel as you pushed the doors of the Hall of Ablution open and made your way to your shared chambers, blood dripping in your wake until you slammed the door closed, the sounds that followed echoing down the corridor well into the night and coming morning.

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“What do you mean the Countess is indisposed? We were supposed to hold a meeting today!”

Bela bit back a sigh of exasperation and glanced at her sister from the corner of her eye, Cassandra’s mocking grin infuriating the lord currently busy huffing and puffing to the Dimitrescu heir as they walked out of Alcina’s study.

“You heard me, my lord. We have covered the fundamentals with the other Houses today, but you’ll have to reschedule if you want a private audience with the Matriarch.”

“This is unacceptable.” the lord continued, following the two sisters down the corridor, “Lady Dimitrescu was supposed to declare for me in my dealings with the Moskŏviçs. The bastards are seizing my counties left and right!”

“Then maybe you should be there yourself, my lord, and stop them.”

Cassandra’s sarcastic quip made the vampire lord bristle, his lips parting in outrage before Bela stopped him with a raised hand, her golden eyes firm.

“My mother’s decision is not up for debate, Lord Soutzos. You will have to wait for her return, just like the rest of the Houses, unless you decide to go ahead without her support.”

Bela’s posture was impossibly straight as she stared the Lord down, her sister at her side, ready to knock the bothersome man down a few pegs if need be, but as she mentally prepared herself for the obvious incoming rant, they were all interrupted by the sound of someone else coming down the corridor.

Or more like strolling.

“Dimitri! I thought I heard some familiar screeching.”

The three vampires turned around at your voice, the older lord ready to snap at your tone before he froze, his eyes widening so fast Bela thought he was going to turn into a fish.

You stopped at her side, the blonde’s shoulders relaxing minutely as she felt your scent – and her mother’s – hit her nostrils, while Cassandra, who had been subtly moving between her sister and Lord Soutzos, slinked to your right, her golden gaze almost glimmering in anticipation.

The man’s eyes trailed up and down your robe-clad figure and bare feet before moving away, the scent of blood, sex and perfume leaving no doubt about what  you and the Matriarch had been up to.  

“Well?”

The Lord’ head snapped up once more, his throat clearing as he saw your raised eyebrow before he spoke in a much meeker tone.

“Lady Montescu, I was just explaining to the girls here-“

“The Countess’ daughters and heirs, you mean.”

“I- yes, of course.” he stammered for a second, cursing himself, “I was just explaining how I needed to speak to the Matriarch regarding my lands-“

“And what answer were you given, hm?”

The man’s jaw clenched tightly, his eyebrows pulling down into a scowl as he glared at the floor.

“...that she was indisposed at the moment.”

“So, the natural question that follows is: why are you still here?”

“Lady Dimitrescu promised me her aid.” the man continued stubbornly, “Had I known she was too busy sleeping around-“

His words were suddenly interrupted by the sound of his sharp choking, the vampire’s hands scrambling to grip your wrist as you held him up by his throat. Bela and Cassandra were watching on, the latter’s body thrumming with energy as she smirked wildly, while her sister remained more composed, despite the darkening of her eyes.

“To whom have you pledged allegiance, Dimitri?”

The man gasped as you tightened your grip when he didn’t immediately respond, his nails clawing at your hand.

“Th-The Matriarch...”

“And who expressly told you to leave and wait for her orders?”

“Her...cough...her daughters and heirs...”

“And who is about to snap your neck because you didn’t curb your tongue?”

The man’s expression was positively terrified, his face paling drastically before the lack of oxygen caused it to redden, dark veins appearing along and under his eyes as the blood vessels there popped from the pressure.

“L-Lady Iulia-“

“Who?”

“Her...her consort...!You...Lady Montescu!”

You smirked at his desperate yell, the way his feet kicked the air and his hands clawed at your wrist and forearm almost pulling a laugh out of you. Almost.

The next second, Lord Soutzos hit the floor hard, his chest contracting and expanding with every cough and gasp he let out as he tried to get in as much oxygen as possible. But before he could recover, he felt your foot hit his side, the sharp pain making him grunt and fall back against the wall behind him as your shadow loomed over him.

“Go back to your hole, Dimitri. And be glad I don’t kill you for your disrespect. A worm cannot fancy himself a serpent when his masters are away.”

The man held his throat as he slowly crawled back to his feet, his yellow eyes going from you to the other two Dimitrescus, yet before he could leave, he was stopped by your words.

“What do you say, Dimitri?”

The vampire lord swallowed, hesitating for but a moment before he turned to bow deeply, first at Bela and Cassandra, then at you.

“Forgive me...your highnesses.”

“Go.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, his footsteps rushing down the corridor like the Devil was chasing after him.

Maybe I should let Cassandra do just that.

Bela’s clearing of her throat made you turn towards her, her raised eyebrow at your state making you smirk as the loose robe you wore revealed plenty of the marks left on your skin.

“You do enjoy making an entrance, don’t you?”

“You need to find your pleasures wherever you can, cățelușă.”

Cassandra huffed from next to her sister, looking down the corridor where the other vampire had fled.

“We were handling it.”

“I never doubted you two, but diplomacy only goes so far. Sometimes, sheep need a little...push.”

“Clearly.” Bela hummed, looking back at you, “You and mother are finally ready to rejoin the land of the living, I take it?”

“Oh, no no no.” you snorted loudly, starting to walk away and down the opposite direction Lord Soutzos had run to, “I was on my way back from the dungeons.”

The two sisters exchanged a confused glance as they followed you, only now noticing the shackles dangling from your left hand.

“...weren’t those stuck to a wall once?”

“We needed the heavy duty ones.”

You smirked at their horrified and disgusted expressions, Cassandra’s tongue sticking out like she was going to puke while Bela massaged her temple as the three of you turned the corner towards the Countess’ quarters.

“So gross. I didn’t need to know that...”

“Does this mean I need to move tomorrow’s meeting too?”

“Yes. As a matter of fact...” you turned towards the blonde, smirking, “Cancel all of them for the rest of week. You can decide which ones have the priority and handle them.”

“W-What? Me?”

Bela’s sputtering pulled a snort out of her sister, the two watching you incredulously as you stopped at Alcina’s door.

“You’ve been doing an excellent job, Bela, your mother and I are proud of you. Pick the meetings you want to handle and deal with them however you see fit. Your sisters will help you.”

Bela’s eyes widened in surprise and no small amount of happiness, the thought of her mother’s approval making her bite her lip to keep herself from smiling – not that you hadn’t already noticed – but as her lips parted to ask if you were really sure of the decision, the door behind you suddenly pulled open, the two Dimitrescu sisters taking a half step back and watching on as their (very much naked) mother’s clawed hand grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you into the darkness of the room, a deep growl followed by your laughter echoing in the corridor until the door slammed shut once more, plummeting everything in silence.

...

...

...

“...I’m going to go bleach my eyes and cut off my ears. Want to come?”

“I’m right behind you.”

[roguelov]

If Lord of the Rings or the Hobbit movies were made today you bet your ass Hozier will be all over that sound track

[importantdestinydefendor]

Currently trying to draw the character designs of Daryuns parents and his mom came out so good???? i just loove her hair!

But I am struggling with drawing his dad Chabik. Like I want him to look similar to Daryun but also still distinct? And I just don't know how to draw his hair...

This is how he currently looks (still sketching. I have highlighted his hair for visability):

What do you guys think?

Also have this picture of my very first design of him!

[mangk0]

"The wolf that seeks always its own kind."

[lookinghalfacorpse]

blood upon the snow

READ HERE on ao3

“I can’t do it,” Phil answered.  His voice was weak.  “It will take me 50 years to figure this out, and another 50 for him to forgive me.  The lad won’t live long enough for me to make this happen.” “We don’t know for sure that he’s mad–” “Then why won’t he come home?”

(in the wake of sam and quackity's recent recapture attempt, philza and technoblade are seeking vengeance. dream is nowhere to be found.)

sequel to 'the trees deny themselves nothing.'

SO FAR: 4 chapters, 4000 words. plenty more to come.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of torture, Descriptions of Injury, Loss of Limbs(both fingers & leg), Amputation, Panic Attacks, Chronic Pain, Sam being a major weenie

[geminison]

It’s snowing outside so here’s a quick Daud amidst Tyvian wilderness

[banal-isenatha-nsfw]

Lazy Mornings

Lady Dimitrescu/OC

Uncensored version here

[wewindondowntheroad]

“I am sorry that I hurt you.”

a little drawing of last night's chapter from @sinkat-arts's Blood Upon the Snow