#c; barnabas

[valiisthea]

When Barnabas coughs, dust just comes out.

[valiisthea]

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"All I ever wanted was a heart that I could lay on and listen to for hours. Like let me lay there on you while you are sleeping, listening to you breathe. I would take pictures of you sleeping next to me."

[itsalwayssunnyinhollywood]

I was never really a fan of genderbends but an iasip genderbend has such good implications. My favorite of which is a male barbara impregnating a female bruce then gaslighting fran into thinking she's pregnant, stealing the babies from bruce, make fran think she is going into labor with the baby twins hidden in a bag or something and then paying off the docters to fake a birth. The thing is, I think any version of frank could have fallen for that.

[robo-writing]

(IDK if this went thru tumblr said there was some issue?) BUT, Reader as Barnabas' queen who has not provided an heir to the throne. After hearing some unsavory comments, Barnabas makes sure that his queen is bearing his child? :3c

God help anyone who disrespects his queen :p

Lord Tharmr was content to worship the very ground you walked on the day he met you. You plagued his thoughts, had his very soul in the palm of your hands, and if you so choose could have destroyed the King of Waloed. You, the girl who caught his eye on an afternoon stroll. You, who managed to pry open his ribcage and make his long cold heart beat once more.

The power you held over him was crushing, and what made him admire you more is that you never took advantage. Instead of smothering his fragile spirit you nurtured it, even offering your own in return. A gift undeserving of a monster such as him and yet you did so anyway.

Where his was blackened by nearly a century of battle, yours was pristine; lily white. A small part of him thinks it’s selfish to keep a gentle little thing to himself, but the greed in him couldn’t be happier that you choose to spend the rest of your days with him.

You spent your days and nights together, whether it be outside the castle or inside. For a long time you were a package deal, where one went the other was surely close behind, Sleipnir likening the two of you as a swan and it’s children. While Barnabas couldn’t find the humor in the joke, he remembers how fondly you smiled at the metaphor, and that was enough for him.

He looks back to those days fondly, but the memory that remains burned in his psyche is the day you walked up to him, held him in your smaller frame and looked up at him with lust in your eyes; the day you finally asked him to consummate your marriage. He had waited patiently, giving you as much time as you needed and making sure you were not pressured, but the look in your eyes when you asked, no, begged him to take you...

You awaken something in him, a beastly feeling, as if he was merely a spectator to his own body. He could attest to the symphony of moans that spilled from your lips the moment he brought you to his bed chambers, how you laid yourself bare for him to see, both embarrassment and arousal painted across your face. A landscape of soft skin and warmth, a canvas for him and him alone to paint. He treated you like the queen you were, and then some.

That was the day you truly became his, beyond a shadow of a doubt, but there was one thing you two were missing: an heir.

He expressed his desire for one, a sentiment you shared as well, but neither of you were in a rush. Just as he waited for your permission once, he can do so again. However, the same could not be said for his royal court. At least once a week he had someone mention when he would produce an heir, and for the longest time the answer would be the same.

“It will be done on my own time.”

And the answer seemed to satisfy them, until it didn’t. This was where he made his first mistake.

Perhaps hearing their king speak was enough, but some couldn’t fathom those same words leave your lips. Barnabas will be the first to admit: he did not take into account your experience.

One night you came into your shared room downtrodden, immediately he was at your side, a hand at your waist.

“What is wrong dear?” he asked, and with a shaky breath, you told him.

You told him about how cruel some members of the court were, about how you hadn’t “completed your wifely duties”, about you hadn’t done the “decency” of giving him a child. Their words rang loud, mocking you.

He sat and listened to your woes, apparently this is not the first you had heard this but you chose to spare Barnabas from their venomous words, believing you could handle it yourself. A controlled rage bubbles underneath his skin, at the audacity that anyone could have to disrespect his wife, at his own ignorance to his lover’s suffering. He would send Sleipnir to find the aggressors, but that comes later. For now, he had his dearest to attend to.

He holds you tight as you sob into his shoulder, tallying every hiccup and sniffle to ensure the perpetrators receive the same amount of lashings. When you’ve finally stopped shaking he wipes away your tears and kisses at your temple.

“Dearest, you should not listen to the words of snakes,” he says gently, although he can’t help the sneer on his face when he speaks of his court. “They are not worth the air needed to speak them, they mean less than nothing.”

A small part of you knows that, but the guilt makes its ugly head known. “But it’s true, isn’t it? I know how much you want an heir—“

“You misunderstand my love,” he interrupts. “I do not want an heir, I want a child. Our child.”

Barnabas holds your cheek as he speaks. “I would not have you give birth to a puppet to the throne, I want our child to be a culmination of us, a proof of our love.”

The same hand that held your face now rubs comforting circle across your stomach. The devotion in his eyes hypnotizes you, lost in his gaze.

“Should we ever have a child, I would want them to be like you,” he admits.

The sentiment tugs at your heart. A huff of air escapes you, one that turns into a chuckle as Barnabas plays with your hair.

“There you are, that smile I know and love,” he whispers. “I would hope that she has that same smile.”

“She?” You ask.

“Our daughter, of course.”

Your face heats up. “And what if it was a boy?”

“Then I would hope he has your compassion.”

Your silence is adorable. You play with your fingers, eyes falling to the soft linens all to avoid his gaze.

“Does that mean you’ve entertained the idea? Of a little one running down the castle halls?”

You still don’t look at him, but nod in agreement. “I have, for a while, but I felt that you were so busy with the blight that the last thing on your mind would be fatherhood.”

“I am never too busy for you,” he says. “If you wish it, we may start now.”

And once again, that beastly feeling rises in him when you nod your head. In the time it takes for him to capture your lips against his own, he realizes his second mistake: not placing his claim on you sooner. Between making a home between your legs and swallowing your moans, only one thought runs through his mind.

“You will make a wonderful mother, my dear.”

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[whatithinkaboutdarkshadows]

Episode 704: The sort of person relatives would want to meet

When vampire Barnabas Collins first came to the great house of Collinwood in April 1967, the living members of the Collins family were embattled, isolated, and desperate for friendship. In 1966, one of the major themes of Dark Shadows had been that the Collinses were running out of money and their nemesis, dashing action hero Burke Devlin, was using his own fortune to buy up their outstanding…

[valiisthea]

"Kill you?" Barnabas scoffs softly, clearly amused by the suggestion. While he can see how she comes to such a conclusion, he finds it utterly ridiculous. "That would be a rather pitiable waste, Leviathan."

No, death is not yet in her cards. Perhaps once she is no longer of use, he could dispose of her - but until then, he needs her wholly unharmed so that she may provide her powers to Mythos.

"No, I will not kill you. However, I will be taking you back to Waloed. I highly suggest you not resist, it will not end favorably for you."

He grabs hold of her wrist, grasp perhaps a bit too tight, and yanks the girl to her feet. Sleipnir, still in his horse form, offers a small snort in recognition. Barnabas idly pats his horse's nose, before slipping back into Odin and hoisting himself and Leviathan up onto Sleipnir's back.

"Hold on tight, my dear."

Tried as she might, her legs no longer had the strength to cooperate, and before long, Amelia felt his presence getting closer, a presence so shrouded in darkness that it practically suffocated her.

If only she had been more careful. Had she just continued to isolate herself, perhaps she wouldn't be running from the warden of darkness, the mad king himself. She tried to crawl away, but she could feel him practically on top of her. Escaping was no longer an option.

A shaky breath escaped her as she turned toward him, trying to scoot away but not getting very far. If only she had better control of her powers, to somehow tap into Leviathan in the hour of her need...

But there was nothing. Only the shimmering feeling in her chest that sensed the other Dominant. Amelia could only stare back into the wild eyes of Barnabas Tharmr.

"I... I'm not afraid of you," she managed a raspy reply. "If you want to kill me, just get it over with."

[fllameshield]

[Continued from Here]

The situation they were faced with now, all melted away as he stared down into the other's eyes. His enemies, former Master, and everything else mattered not in this moment. It was merely just the two of them, and he had him right underneath; a pleasant, welcoming sight. Even if the other disapproved, Barnabas was finding himself quite excited to be in this position.

He ignored the shoved that this one tried to give to his shoulders, leaning down to wrap his fingers around the young man's throat. Giving it a firm squeeze, he smirked, feeling so confident that he had him beat. Of course he did.

"Good boy... How you struggle, and fight with all your might. You will need this for what lies ahead. Ultima will not be kind. Will not be gentle. He will take, and take, until you are nothing but a shell of your former self..."

@taleswritten

[widowshill]

victoria winters

[adams-r1b]

[Image ID: A painting of two young white male angels with curly shoulder length dark hair. They're shown from the sternum up. Both have faint golden halos. White text overtop of the painting reads: "Don't let them fool you. Masculinity isn't the absence of everything gentle." /.End ID]

(detail from the San Barnaba Altarpiece (c. 1488) by Sandro Botticelli)

[valiisthea]

There is a surge of pride that flows through Barnabas the moment his words hit their mark. Dion's reaction is immediate and everything he hoped it would be - desperate, angry, and scared.

Humans and their unnecessary attachments to one another. Even now, could Dion not see how easily such weaknesses can be exploited - like fingers curling into the crevices of an open wound and pulling?

Love is a liability. This is a lesson Barnabas believes Dion will not soon forget.

"Oh, but who said anything about settling scores? If it was a fight I yearned for, then we would be long into the throes of battle by now."

Barnabas carefully slides a dagger out of the sheath at his side, testing the weight of it in his hand. Such weapons are not his specialty or preference, but the cool steel is not unfamiliar against his skin. It will serve this purpose far better than any sword his hand may long to hold.

"You have a greater purpose in this world, Bahamut. I would have you listen to my tale, and think the dagger and your precious knight only as tools of persuasion should you choose to defy your fate."

Dion's lips pull into a thin line as he listens to the other man. Indeed, there is naught much that he can do, bound as he is, but that means not that he has to render his all unto Odin without a modicum of defiance, at least. No, he won't allow the other the pleasure of drawing aught from him easily. The threat aimed at someone else gives Dion pause.

He. Terence ━ ?

Dion feels his heart skip a beat. Oh, he doubts not that his love searches for him, that he and their dragoons are moving heaven and earth to find but a trace of their prince. But such is only natural. Why, then, does Odin seem so certain that there is one single man that can make his resolve crumble? How can he know? However, it matters not. The mere thought that the King would seek to harm Terence has him revolt, thrashing against the shackles in spite of the bruises formed around his wrists.

"You honorless, cowardly wretch! If you seek to settle a score with me then face me properly...!"

[valiisthea]

I have the jitters before this procedure so here are some Barnabas thoughts.

No, he is not attracted to his mother. I do have a sense of humor, though, so jokes aren't going to irritate me. But my Barnabas had a very loving relationship (albeit a little...rocky) with his mother. She chose to raise her child in a cult and that's on her, but she loved her boy and he loved her. He was very loyal to her. She is the only person who has ever made him FEEL.

So when she passes away, and Barnabas finds himself awakening as Odin, it makes sense for him to trauma-build a person that CANNOT leave him. Enter Sleipnir. Built of trauma and necessity. Cannot die and leave him. Will always be loyally at his side.

He has not forged close bonds with anyone else. No matter how many people warmed his bed - none of them moved his heart.

So yes, he does crave the warmth and comfort of a mother's touch. He does wish to lay his head down in someone's lap and have his hair gently pet. He craves that feeling of warmth and safety - but he would never look for it in another human. Maybe Sleipnir, but purposefully choosing a human would be nigh impossible.

That doesn't mean he wouldn't accidentally grow feelings and emotions for someone. He's still human deep deep DEEEEEP down in his chest. It's possible, just improbable.

For this reason, I have modified him ONLY SLIGHTLY to make writing with him a bit easier. And I mean very barely slightly. Still do not hold expectations of him.

Ultima and Mythos are his purpose. His mother is his love and whatever is left of his heart. That is why she is an effective reward from Ultima when Barnabas is a "good boy."

He is not in love or lust with his mother. He is an 18 year old scared boy who just watched her be murdered in front of him that loves and misses her dearly. She was all he ever had.

[lightthereis]

St. Catherine (detail) from the Altarpiece of San Barnaba, c.1488 by Sandro Botticelli

[pluvpluvpluv]

Catnap

18+ || MDNI || Content Warnings: Language probably because it's me but otherwise this is just hopefully adorably disgusting fluff, MC is also very anxious and worried about where her boyfriend went off to

Word Count: ~1.0k

Sebastian Sallow x f!MC x Ominis Gaunt

A/n: A silly little Drabble to contribute to the collective catnip prompt. Enjoy Omi scaring the shit out of his partners

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MC felt like she had scoured the entire castle at this point. She had finished her NEWT exam, taking longer than both of her boyfriends, and now one was missing. Huffing, she ended up in front of the fountain in Central Hall. She perked up slightly, seeing a familiar tuft of brown hair moving towards her, but she deflated when she realized Sebastian Sallow was alone and not accompanied by the third member of their triad.

“He hadn’t gone back to your dorm?” She wrung her hands together, starting to grow worried over the whereabouts of Ominis Gaunt.

Sebastian shook his head, throwing an arm around her shoulder. “No he hadn’t. But we’ll find him, love. There’s one spot neither of us checked yet and I’m certain that’s where he is.”

She was silent as she allowed Sebastian to lead her up to the seventh floor, and he gave her a reassuring smile once the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy came into view.

“Of course,” she thought, a relieved smile settling on her face.

She had shown both boys her version of the Room of Requirement, and she had also informed them how they could access it without her, at the end of their sixth year. The trio had spent many days and nights utilizing it for studying for the test they just finished, and promptly destressing with the beasts in the vivariums or in the bedroom that the room so graciously provided after they had all slept on the floor and woken up with aching bones.

As they walked into the familiar room, MC deflated when her missing boyfriend wasn’t on the main couch. He wasn’t in the bed they’d share either, where she was hoping to find him cozy and wrapped up in blankets.

Sebastian knew exactly where they’d find Ominis as soon as he had realized the blond would be in their Room. He waited patiently for MC to check their bed before he offered a hand to her.

“C’mon, love. You didn’t actually think he’d pick a bed over his favorite room, hmm?”

She tilted her head as she looked at him, but she took his hand regardless. The second they walked into the grassland vivarium, home of the puffskeins, nifflers, and mooncalves that MC had rescued over the last three years, all of her previous anxieties melted away.

Usually, when any of the three of them entered, the beasts swarmed them eagerly looking for a brushing and some other attention. Today, however, none of them left the picnic blanket that was laid out in the middle of the green field. Though, ‘blanket’ felt like too small a descriptor. It was almost like a ship’s sail with how large it was. Laying in the middle of everything else, with none other than The Irondale Pilferer on his stomach, slept Ominis. MC grabbed Sebastian’s arm tightly, resisting the urge to ruin the scene in front of them.

“Oh he looks so peaceful,” she murmured, looking up at Sebastian with wide eyes. “I-I mean it would be rude of us to wake him, no?”

Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “After the stress he put you through, and then the stress that you put me through? No. He can wake up for five minutes. He falls asleep like it’s nothing.”

He practically dragged MC towards the blanket, letting her go to squat down and rub at his boyfriend’s chest and shoulder.

“Ominis. Wake up, darling,” he crooned softly, not wanting to startle him awake. His smile widened when he was graced with the sight of his favorite shade of blue. “There you are. Hello, sleepyhead. We searched the whole castle for you, you know.”

The blond simply made a soft grunt in acknowledgment as he sat and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The niffler that was forced to relocate seemed to huff in annoyance, moving to curl up in the corner where his mate was basking.

“What do you mean you searched the whole castle for me? I only just got here.”

“No, darling, we couldn’t find you after I finished my exam. I got worried. We were supposed to meet in the courtyard.”

He turned towards MC’s voice, his cheeks flushing a lovely shade of pink.

“Oh. Right. I suppose I forgot. I just wanted some time with the creatures after NEWTs. I only meant to come up for a moment.”

“It’s alright. We found you. Sebastian claims he knew you’d be here when he didn’t find you in your dorm. I was less convinced.”

MC moved so she could rest her head on Ominis’ shoulder. His arm immediately wrapped around her waist and he pressed a kiss to her head. It made sense that she’d be more worried out of his two partners. She still carried that anxiety that people were after her from fifth year, and that concern now applied to him and Sebastian now as well.

“I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“It’s alr–” she was cut off by a yawn, and she instinctively moved herself closer to Ominis. “It’s alright. I can’t blame you. I think you might’ve had the right idea.”

Sebastian chuckled, now sat on Ominis’ other side, and his arm went around the blond’s waist.

“We realize that you’ve already gotten a bit of a cat nap in, Omi, but perhaps you could indulge us and we could all take a nap.”

He promptly moved and laid down, offering himself up as a pillow and collecting his and MC’s discarded robes to be his own. MC grinned, laying down on Sebastian’s chest and pulling Ominis down with her.

“Seb’s right. We’ve worked hard. Our academic careers are over. We’ve earned one last nap in our place.”

Ominous shook his head, but he couldn’t fight the smile that graced his lips when they teamed up against him. He moved closer to MC, throwing an arm over her as he felt Sebastian’s hand tangling in his hair.

“I suppose another nap won’t hurt. We don’t have anywhere else to be.”

In the warmth of the sun and the comfort of each other, the three eventually drifted off.

[fllameshield]

The trip was always so long, and was why he didn't like to travel much except for whenever business called. Shinra wasn't exactly pleasant to work with, but they kept up with their bargain for all these years, and he would simply deal with the boring travels. At least, now, he had company that was more appreciated than any he's ever had in the past. A glance down, looking into those brilliant eyes, Barnabas smirked at all of his wants being spoken aloud.

"Waloed is a place always ready for war, should it need to be. We were once all on the mainland, before it became more strategic to be surrounded entirely by water. If any dared to set foot on our lands, during those times, they would be given a welcome fit for trespassers." He sighed, remembering those days like it were just last week, and how his blood still simmered for the want of a fight. "Though, with Shinra and their SOLDIER program, effectively we were put in a place of surrender. I cannot argue on the positives, at least, because it has given us all time to reflect."

@phantasiiae

@fllameshield

Sleipnir is unsure as to why they're suddenly so nervous. Perhaps it is because they know nothing about the world outside of Midgard. What they know of Waloed is...very little, but that shouldn't be a surprise considering how isolated it is from the rest of the world. Leaving feels miraculous, like a sudden weight has been lifted from their shoulders. While the loss of Sephiroth still stings, grief not being something they're used to, they still manage to press on, despite it.

The swaying of the boat, however, makes them feel less than ideal, and so they've spent most of the journey clinging to Barnabas. Right now, they lay in bed with him, their head resting on his chest. They don't know what to expect once they reach their destination, but it's still exciting.

"Tell me more about Waloed," they murmur, glancing up at him. "You have to tell me everything. Your customs, what the people are like, how you live...if I am to be your consort, then I need to know all of these things."

[whatithinkaboutdarkshadows]

Episode 684: This is a funny house we live in

Dark Shadows has two ongoing storylines at this point. Mysterious drifter Chris Jennings came to town a couple of months ago and turned out to be a werewolf. Heiress Carolyn Collins Stoddard does not know of Chris’ curse. She has taken a fancy to him and set him up in the caretaker’s cottage on the estate of Collinwood. Old world gentleman Barnabas Collins and mad scientist Julia Hoffman do know…

[fllameshield]

Starter | Muse: Barnabas Tharmr

The skies had grown so dark, but he had been used to such a dreary landscape by this point in his life. All were days of darkness, for all he knew, and there was only room for one light. The light of the one above them, though only a handful knew of the reality of that one's divine might. Today, he sat upon his throne, contemplating what may be in store for the next coming weeks. It was too quiet in his palace, and he almost longed for there to be anything but this brief bit of peace.

@ifritmade