#carmilla comfort

[love-dove-noora]

hello :)) if it alright if i request for an avoidant reader with carmilla?

like whenever there are disagreements between them reader only chooses to sort of run away because thats their way of coping? im not quite sure how explain it but feel free to ignore this ask if you dont feel like it!! :) i hope you have a great day!

I love this! This is my first Carmilla ask! Sorry everyone I haven’t been writing school has been school but thank you to everybody being patient. P.s this came out so much longer then I realized

𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤

You and your vampire lover Carmilla had a complicated relationship. The fights you had never really got resolved, she simply waited till sunrise when you had to come back and then she showered you with expensive and luxurious gifts which included jewelry and clothes made from the fine fabrics. It’s hard to bring up the fight after that. Today you decided it was going to be different, you weren’t going come running into her arms again. It didn’t really even matter what started it, only thing that mattered to you was getting out. The room felt too hot and the hallways too cold, everything around you felt suffocating. As soon as the gates to the palace opened you ran, being a vampire has its perks. You had taken with you a small map and a cloak, as you traveled through the icy woods to the nearest village. You made it just as the sun was starting to rise, the man at the hostel gave you the keys to your room and you closed the curtains as soon as you closed the door. It was day time, so Carmilla couldn’t come looking for you. Obviously you were upset with her, she never apologized sometimes you wonder if she even knows how to. As the day got long you heard a knock, for a minute you thought it might be her but as you opened the door it was the same man from the front desk asking if you wanted food. You politely took the food, thanked him and closed the door. As soon as the door closed you put the plate down on the small writing desk, as the hours passed you glanced at it. Not like you could eat it but refusing could raise suspicions. Packing all the belongings in your cloak and you returned the keys to the man thanking him as you started to make way to the next town it was sundown, so Carmilla had just left so you had a limited amount of time. As you laid your eyes on the small gates of the village, your gaze also caught something a normal human couldn’t. You hurried your steps to the gate and as you walked through them you felt an arm grab you with supernatural force. “Where have you been” she whisper yelled. You didn’t have time to respond before you saw the claw marks on your arm. Ironically Carmilla saw them first, she put her hands on your other arm to soothe you but quickly put her hand back “i’m sorry” she quickly looked you in the eyes and then back at the ground with a frown on her face “not just for your arm but for the fight too” you didn’t respond, this was a new situation and you didn’t know how to “come back to the castle with me” she spoke with confidence as she always did but heard the underlying insecurity and fear in her voice, you took her hand with a comforting squeeze and a small smile you nudged her to start walking but not in a super natural speed way. ”We can say we were on a nature walk if they ask” you finally spoke. “I don’t think that will work, i told them everything when you didn’t come back last night”

[frogfacey]

I still think the most interesting thing about carmilla adaptations is the fact that laura spends the entire book moping over how alone she is and there are no girls her age for her to befriend and she's so isolated in her schloss with no one to talk to when not only are there servants literally keeping watch of her in her room every night but there is a village nearby enough for carmilla to get to with many girls her age to befriend. except they're poor. and if you want to keep the feelings of loneliness to the character you have to rip all of that out because the amount of people she ignores because they're not in her social class gets really obvious when you can literally see them. she becomes less sympathetic of a character when you realise her isolation is self imposed because her wealth stops her from seeing poor people as human enough to relate to.

[simpsdept]

Velvette x Fem reader who gets moody during periods (Small). A/n: i have writers block rn and im making small headcannons till i can write oneshots again.

-Honestly, you both get moody during your periods, so you both relate. She's a lot more bitchy during her periods, more than you, i mean its pretty obvious she would be. She has a pretty bitchy attitude already, imagine how bad she is with her period..But this isn't about her now, its about you.

-Honestly, i feel like in the day time she wouldn't deal with you. She'll get one of her employees or a hellhound to be responsible for you for the day, and if they fail or make you worse, fired! Then after she finishes her job for the day she'll cuddle you and surprisingly be comforting. She's a very busy woman, she controls the social media and she's a fashion designer, she can't miss work for something thats natural for every woman, she just doesn't believe missing work for a period isn't that important. Whether its you or her.

-Now if you were on your periods together, oof, how fun. Let's just say velvettes bitchy behavior causes you to be more moody/bitchy, then leads to her increasing her bitchy behavior, and it keeps going. Expect a lot of fighting, and they'll be over the stupidest shit ever. Like "YOU TOOK MY HAIRTYE?!?!". Velvette and you have had that type of fight before.

-She's your sugar mommy/partner, so she'll buy you whatever brand of chocolate or sweets you like while she's at work and have one of her employees take them to you. She also seems like the type of person to know almost every brand of female hygiene product, so she's got you covered.

-Now, she may be bitchy, especially if you two share periods, but she can be more sweet when she's not at work and she's not on her period herself. If your feeling upset, she'll allow you to vent to her while letting you sit on her lap and rubbing your back. If someone, especially one of her employees, messed with you, even by accident, she'll either fire them, or send Valentino to deal with them.

[tanema123]

(From X/Twitter) HVFankidWeek 2024 DAY 4: Don't cry/lullaby

Carmilla comforting Elizabeth who woke up from a nightmare, and singing her a lullaby.

[jadeddangel]

SORRY I DIDNT SEE THAT-

Rather than a smut could you make a platonic Carmilla x fem teen reader? The reader is a young overlord and is usually stoic and stuff, but breaks down and has a panic attack one day? Thank you and sorry for the last request!😅

Yea it's not a problem, if you ever want to request stuff I'm open and I'm ok with writing more suggestive things however.

Carmilla x Teen!Reader

"Sometimes walls break.."

Warnings: panic attack, talk of violence/death, possible ooc Carmilla

You had been an overlord for a little over 2 years. You had died when all the shit with covid. You really hadn't expected your death to expect you in the afterlife, but it did.. you still couldn't smell or taste certain things. Your body would still be shaky, and you would have really bad coughing fits, and you were always cold, but I guess that wouldn't be so bad in hell.

Here you were, you had come so far, learned not to show how you were hurting and how you were affected. You sat quietly on the other side of zestial watching velvette get all up in carmilla's face. You used the heels of your feet to push your chair back, making it scratch against the floor, making a loud noise. And suddenly, all eyes were on you, and you took a deep breath. "This meeting is going nowhere, so if you have nothing to share velvette, you can leave." You said sternly, your eyes narrowing in on velvette's figure.

Velvette let out a sharp breath through her nose and smirked, looking at you walking across the table and crouching in front of you. "Awwe you got something to hide like that old wench?" Velvette mused, raising an eyebrow. "I have nothing to hide and neither does she, now I won't repeat myself, if you have nothing to share, I highly suggest you leave the fucking meeting" you repeated leaning against the palm on your hands that were resting on the table. You stayed level-headed despite your thoughts becoming clouded with the anger of being accused.

Velvette let out a hum standing up. "Fine, you old hags are boring," she grumbled, walking out of the room. You calmly sat down. "Unless we have anything to share, I think this overlord meeting is over," you spoke up, looking at carmilla for support in your statement . Carmilla cleared her throat "yes I agree the next meeting will be the week after the extermination, be safe," carmilla said, dismissing everyone. Zestial stood from his seat putting his hand on carmilla's shoulder as everyone left, "we should talk thou needs seems..." zestial hesitated a bit, you stood up pushing your chair in carefully, "you're a bit pissy carmilla and something tells me velvette was correct about you knowing what happened to the angel." You spoke up "you and zestial can go ahead and talk about it I'll wait in here"

Soon, a week had passed, and it was extermination day. You had been dreading it and had chosen to stick with zestial and carmilla. You and zestial were sitting together drinking tea. You were quiet just sipping from your cup. Zestial looked up at you. "How doth the tea tastes? Doth it live up to thy colors?"(how does the tea taste? Does it live up to your standards?"). You looked up at zestial that was sitting across the table from you, you thought for a moment.. You couldn't really taste the tea, so you had to improvise. You remember him mentioning that it was an orange blend tea , "it has a nice citrus flavor," you said quite sure of yourself Zestial nodded, staying quiet, carmilla put a hand on your shoulder gently, "we need to talk.. about what velvette said.. about you hiding something, she stopped by with something. " carmilla spoke to you calmly. You could feel the anxiety coursing through your veins at those words, "Let's step aside, ok?" Carmilla said, grabbing your arm carefully. You nodded and set your tea cup down on the saucer quietly, your breath was shaky, your tongue felt like it was too big for your mouth, like your throat was swelling. You were getting tunnel vision as carmilla led you to her office, your feet were simply carring your body, you didn't feel like you were really there. Carmilla sat you down on her couch carefully. "Love, you need to breathe... you really need to breathe, " carmila said calmly, crouching down in front of you, rubbing your arms and gently trying to ground you, "tell me five things you can see.. ok?" Carmilla said carefully. You nod slowly, your mind taking a few minutes to compute with her words, "uhm.. you.... your desk.. the floor.. the couch.. " You looked around trying to find another object.. "The picture frame.." carmilla smiled and nodded."That's it.. and what color is the picture frame?" She asked sweetly, "it's black?" You asked suddenly confused, carmilla chuckled a bit "yea that's right.. are you feeling better?" You paused realizing she had forced you to calm down. "Yea.. yea I do..." you smiled at her a bit, "so uhm now I can ask this, what the fuck is covid?" Carmilla asked genuinely confused.

That extermination wasn't bad at all, you guys talked and she was really understanding, even after velvette shared how "weak" you were all over social media, carmilla almost opened a spot for a new member of the Vee's.

[bearw-me]

This is kinda dark so if you don't wanna do it it's cool. Can I request Carmilla running into a son reader? [Years before she had her daughters she had a son but she was too strict/serious on her boy which led to him...taking his own life. The experience made Carmilla realize she mightve been too hard on him so when hid sisters come around she showers them with love] The reader thinks carmilla is going to scold him, scream at him or anything but she just hugs him hard and tells him she's sorry and that she loves him

i'd like to put my author's note up here before you guys read what i wrote/make a little disclaimer!

TW: mentions of harm

I wouldn't write the act, per-se, but i had absolutely no problem with your request because it doesn't really involve those details (fic wise) this one is mostly about comfort and a nice reunion!

just before you go, know your best-friend mal is always here for you <3 this and every other fic i write is my silent love-letter to you

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨 — 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

𐐒 includes : carmilla carmine x son!reader, odette, clara 𐐒 cw : angst, hugs, kisses, comfort 𐐒 summary : after a few decades in hell, you decide it's time to stop putting it aside and visit your mother for the first time since you've appeared in hell. as anxious as you are, she receives your visit with open arms. 𐐒 word count : 1.1 k

The metal body of the cab rattled against the broken highway, the sights of Pentagon city flashing past you in a pink florescent blur. You sighed, slumping into the leather seats.

Were you really doing this?

The thought made your stomach bubble with new found nerves. Rolling and wrenching the muscles in your stomach so hard you suddenly had to lean forward in your seat. Forced to stare at all the dust and garbage littered about the floor.

"Oh god I'm gonna be sick," you mumbled to yourself.

"Don't throw up in my car kid," the driver growled at you, suddenly adjusting his rearview mirror so that he could keep an eye on you.

You tried not to roll your eyes, taking a quick glance out of the window just in time to witness the change in districts.

"Might wanna keep your head down kid! We're in Carmine's district now," he laughed, a hoarse sound filled with cigarette smoke.

You had never actually been in this part of hell. After all these years you've been here, watching as the districts had shifted between hands in the great soul exchange. . .

All those years until you realized she had fallen here just like you.

And you didn't really know how to process that thought just yet.

The once chaotic district was now more silent.

Shadows skulking between buildings and alleyways, making deals to sell weapons and bartering for money.

You grimaced, opting to let those images blur in your mind and let your head fall against the rattling window.

What possessed you to see your mother after all these year? Who knows. . .

It just felt like it had to be done.

Soon, the tall white building had come into view, a place you heard the overlords of hell met up.

And today, Carmilla would be here, same with your-. . .

Odette and Clara.

You stepped out of the cab, soles hitting the pavement with a tap. You paid what you owed to the driver and waved a quick thanks as he sped off, the devil on his heels.

That left you alone, standing like David against Goliath with the empire she had built.

She's. . . kept herself busy.

It's all you could think about. Staring at the gleaming tiles of the building with hesitance.

What would she say to you? Should you have told her you were coming? That you were here?

The sickness that seemed to be plaguing you had come back in waves.

The last time you had remembered seeing her, you were both alive on Earth, screaming at each others faces.

"One day, mi hijo, you will have to do everything for yourself! You will have to take over the business! YOU have to carry all that burdens us and I NEED you to be ready for that! Why can't you just see that! I won't always be here for you! YOU NEED TO STEP UP TO THIS!"

But. . .

You just couldn't do everything she had wanted of you. The standards, the rules, the burden. . . it was all too heavy for one person to carry.

And now here you were, on the white-waiting room couch unannounced.

To sayy. . . what exactly?

You bit at your nails in thought, leg bouncing up and down as you waited for your name to be called.

It was pretty empty today.

No one was really sitting in here with you.

That was a great thought.

A deep, strung-out exhale shook its way out of your lungs.

Nerves, you figured.

You didn't even know what to do with your hands, running them through your hair and rocking back and forth in your seat, wondering if it was too late to just stand up and leave-

"Um. . ." You stopped completely, turning your head towards the sound of your voice.

Just before the office doors, two small sinners stood side by side, holding a clipboard up to their faces as they eyed you with surprise.

Odette and Clara.

There was no mistaking them.

"That's. . . me?" You rose from your seat like a ghost, not really feeling anything but utter surprise.

It was the first time you've ever seen them. The same cream colored hair, the same eyes, they even stood en pointe like her.

Odette and Clara.

"Come with us," Clara beckoned, her curly hair and grey skin. . . did she look like that too? Now that she was a sinner?

Thank goodness the girls turned away from you quickly, giving you just enough time to wipe a stray tear from your eye. Estranged siblings that you've never even met. . . and you were so full of emotion at just the sight of them.

Did they know who you were?

You watched them wearily, the two exchanging quick glances at each other and occasionally, at you.

"She's right in here," Clara trailed off.

Odette glanced at you through her round glasses, a hint of worry lifting her eyebrows up "She wasn't expecting you today."

"Alright," you shrugged. I mean, it was a fact you already knew, but to hear the two of them say it to you was the final slap of reality you weren't sure you entirely needed.

The two of them opened the doors for you, watching intently as you shuffled into the room, and back at each other incredulously.

"Ay dios mio, I said I didn't have time for meetings. . ." you heard her mumble, face covered by a laptop screen, hunched over and lost in her work.

It was how you remembered her.

"Mamá," you called out, finally taking a seat in front of her desk, unsure of who or what you'd find on the other side of that screen.

With that one word, she froze still, a pair of demonic red eyes peering over the top of that silver screen.

"Mamá," you said again, a choked sound now that you realized it was her.

It was actually her.

A sinner, your mother, an overlord, who was finally before you.

It was like all the things you had planned on telling her had thrown themselves together and crumbled beneath the sight of her.

"Mi hijo."

"Mamá, I know you're mad at me," the tears came without warning, and you shuffled uncomfortably in your seat, unable to keep looking at her as the sobs wracked through your body, pleading for her forgiveness "I tried my best! I tried! I-"

"Mi hijo, I'm so sorry," your mother flew into your arms, the familiarity of her love so striking that you became undone in her arms.

She cried into your neck, a sound you've never heard before "Oh mi hijo, no heavens could ever keep me away from you, never, and I and never letting you go again,"

"I love you mi hijo."

[seramilla]

Lilith Fund Prompt #1

For @tharrb's prompt: "Seramilla hurt/comfort. Sera is a mermaid who Camila found injured, so she brought her to her house to heal her wounds."

Carmilla and her daughters moved to this part of the ocean to get away from all the excitement. To live a quiet, undisturbed life in the most isolated stretch of the Pacific she could find. Out of reach of humans. Away from her own kind.

Surely, she thought, forging a new life out here would be peaceful. As much as it can possibly be. They can be left to their own devices, and she can collect and study human weaponry at her leisure.

That is the case for many years. Until the day her daughters are nearly grown, and the first fellow mermaid she's seen in years enters her waters -- exhausted, injured, and barely holding onto life.

She's out hunting. Shellfish, shrimp, clams, whatever she can find. Her daughters, Clara and Odette, are holding down the fort back home. Suddenly, the waters above her head churn in the way they do when something is coming at her very, very fast. She bolts, flipping her tail fin and ducking into the coral reef on the ocean floor, peeking out from her hiding place to watch whatever had her in its sights pass on by.

A pair of dark, sleek forms zoom right past her, and she quickly realizes they weren't after her at all. Another mermaid -- thin, regal, with a tail fin shining like opals -- leaves a trail of blood through the water in her wake. In hot pursuit, a pair of young sharks, undoubtedly lulled in by the blood. They can sense a single drop of the stuff in miles and miles of saltwater.

Thinking fast, Carmilla launches the piece of the human harpoon she uses for hunting at one of the sharks, piercing it directly through the side. The animal flounders, trying to shake the weapon off, but it's in too deep. Its companion, still trailing the other mermaid, isn't even distracted. It lunges for the mermaid.

Carmilla emerges, racing toward the other as fast as her onyx-colored tail fin will carry her. She smacks the other shark in the face hard with her tail, disorienting it, before wrapping one arm around the mermaid's waist, dragging her below the reef and under the cover of stinging coral.

The other gasps. Carmilla covers her mouth with her hand, slowing the other's breath, watching as the remaining shark circles overhead several times. It does not give up the chase so easily. Eventually, however, it swims away. No longer interested in pursuing prey it can't see. Carmilla and the other mermaid sigh in relief.

The respite doesn't last long. The water around the two becomes murky -- the blood of the lithe, pale mermaid coloring it red. Carmilla doesn't mess around with an injury like this. Wrapping the other's arm around her neck for support, Carmilla flicks off toward her home. By the time they arrive, the other mermaid is almost passed out. Carmilla shoves open the door, calling for her girls to come and help her.

She is met with silence. Odette and Clara appear to be out at the moment. Gathering supplies, or out hunting themselves, it's anyone's guess. No matter. Carmilla can take care of this herself. She leads the other mermaid over to her bed; a soft, seaweed and sea moss-covered substrate where she can rest. It's nothing nice like they have in the mermaid colonies, but it will work in a pinch.

"Lie here," Carmilla instructs, short and curt. "Don't move. You'll only bleed out faster."

The other mermaid groans under her breath, and nods. The charcoal skin of her injured abdomen gleams in the low light of the underwater grotto. The light is thin, but Carmilla looks closely, and sees how serious this is.

She doesn't have the best medicine or healing agents, but she works with what she has. She forms a salve out of some oils and seaweed, holding it directly to the other's wound, applying pressure when needed.

The opalescent sheen of the other mermaid's scales is mesmerizing. Carmilla has never seen so much color in one of her kind before. Her own scales -- much darker, and not nearly as reflective -- pale in comparison. She holds the makeshift bandage directly to the other mermaid's flank. The bleeding slows, but it's clear she's still in a lot of pain.

Carmilla looks at her face. The other's hair is lackluster, and plastered to her cheeks and neck. It's been a while since she's had any rest. She's not even remotely similar to any of the mermaids in Carmilla's previous colony. Maybe this one is a completely different species of mermaid altogether.

"What is your name?" Carmilla asks, trying to distract the other, and herself, from the death-defying encounter they'd just been through.

"Sera," the other says, wincing around the pressure Carmilla is applying to her wound. It's working. It's no longer bleeding, at least, but the other is still clearly uncomfortable.

"I--" Sera starts, gills in her sides gasping for much-needed breath in the water. "I'm looking for my sister. She--"

As if remembering something important, Sera tries desperately to sit up, only to cry out in agony, falling back down onto the bed again. She winces, mouth tightening in a grimace, hand moving to brace against the wound at her waist.

"Emily! I need to find Emily!"

Carmilla holds Sera down, placing a cool hand to the other's heated forehead. Alarmingly, Sera is hot beneath Carmilla's touch. She may be experiencing the onset of a fever, which is the last thing the other mermaid needs, if she's planning to leave here any time soon.

"Ssshhh," Carmilla whispers, brow furrowing at the obvious discomfort in Sera's features. She rubs Sera's cheek, attempting to calm her. "Slow down. You're in no shape to be moving right now. You need to rest."

"But I--I need to find--"

"We'll find her," Carmilla interrupts, taking the other mermaid's grasping hand in hers. "We will. But you are in a life or death situation right now. Please don't move."

Sera is crying at this point. Too delirious to do anything other than acquiesce to Carmilla's instructions. Yet, she still whispers the name of the sister she's apparently lost. Carmilla wishes she could assuage her fears, but Sera's response is completely understandable, given the circumstances.

"She's all alone out there," Sera whimpers. "She needs me."

"My daughters," Carmilla says, trying to think of anything to fix the situation. "They know these reefs inside and out. I'll send them out to begin the search. It will be okay. But please...just rest for now."

Sera's lithe body slumps beneath her. Carmilla can't stop thinking, despite the unfortunate circumstances, how beautiful Sera looks, even given the state she's in. Her scales are like a rainbow. She's never seen anything like it before in her life.

Sera nods. She's in too much pain, and too exhausted, to do anything else but give in.

Carmilla starts forming a plan. She stays at Sera's side for the rest of the evening. Using a salve on her forehead to cool her fever, she replaces her bandages when necessary. Once Clara and Odette get home, she orders them to begin the search. All three of them will comb every square inch of this reef, until they find Sera's lost sister.

But in the meantime, Carmilla watches Sera sleep. Reflections of water and light dance across the opalescent scales of her face, and Carmilla makes a silent promise that she will help her, no matter the cost.

[necrotic-nephilim]

i think stephcass could have been potentially interesting if fandom let steph be herself and not ultimate uwu girl boss erasing all her negative traits. where is her jealousy? unhealthy obsession with her crush and complete lack of understanding of the concept of boundaries ESPECIALLY if that person is already dating someone? where is her almost manic urge to push away other potential love interests (and at this point i realized she would NOT have been so chill with ives if tim had come out much earlier yikes)

BIG AGREE OH MY GOD YOU PUT IT INTO WORDS.

because i love TimSteph for the reasons you listed!! there's something very unhealthy and teen girl-ish in the way Steph approaches relationships. she's angrily jealous and she thinks about Tim in a possessive way. like she is just so consumed by him and it's meant to be male comic writers writing how they think teen girls write about boys in their diaries- but it comes off as incredibly toxic. it's one of her deepest character flaws and what endears me so much to 90s Steph. she throws herself so deeply into romance when she has it, like she's afraid if she lets go of it for even a second it's going to leave her. and god forbid you be the person she falls for bc you will never maintain a healthy relationship with someone she views as competition, she *will* sabotage it. and to me these are all pros of her character. i *like* seeing how vigilantes struggle to maintain normal relationships- *especially* teenage vigilantes. Steph struggles to balance her "regular" life with being Spoiler and what things deserve a Stephanie Brown reaction and what things deserve a Spoiler reaction. and when she's dating, it's almost *always* going to be a Spoiler reaction and she shades her relationships through that lense. it's why civilian partners for Steph never really interest me. (besides the fact they always feel forced and clunky, like Steph's recent think with Maps' older brother?) it doesn't explore the way Steph loves to her fullest extent and how far she goes when she's into someone. there's no sweet puppy love for Steph, when she's all in, she's *all* in. she will do what she thinks is best for Tim oftentimes by her own will without his knowledge or approval, and sometimes massively fucks things up for him. bc she's just so wrapped up in what she believes is best, consequences are secondary.

and sure, she maintains healthy friendships. bc most fodder with StephCass is very healthy and soft. bc it's a *friendship*. and it changes radically when Steph is involved romantically. it's why there's such a difference in how Steph regards Tim when they're just friends as to when they were dating. she loves him and he's always going to be important, but that obsessive passion isn't what drives them anymore. so it's something you have to consider with *any* Steph ship in which it's a character she's had a friendship with- that how she interacts with them as a friend doesn't necessarily inform how she'd regard them as a lover. and that's the issue with StephCass. even the StephCass content that *is* comics informed (tho, a lot of it isn't and while i don't think fanon needs to be based on the comics to be good, i do think Steph and Cass are difficult characters to tackle if you aren't at least semi-familiar with their canon content bc of how warped they are in the fandom-) comes off with such a rose-colored lense that sours it for me. hell, even on Cass' side, things she's *canonically* done have been weird and obsessive about Steph. but that's never explored.

(tbh dare i say it's something to do with the phenomena in fandom that yuri is morally pure and perfect and yaoi is always dirty and bad- there's this almost sanitizing of sapphic ships sometimes to make them perfect and cute together and while i'm not here to yuck someone else's yum, i do think it's *telling* that women in fandom never get to explore the complex depths of unhealthy and toxic love in the way men do bc if you make a woman evil, it's misogyny. if you sexualize a woman too much it's misogyny. if you write her doing morally fucked up things even with the understanding it is her canon character, it's misogyny and you're villainizing her. i can sit here and say Tim is canonically shitty at relationships and ppl will not. if i say the same about Steph, then i'm critiquing a woman and holding her to an unfair standard. it's exhausting. it feels like StephCass only ever exists to depict Steph and Cass as morally pure and in love angels kissing in the background while the men get to do complex and nuanced and fun things in the foreground. this thought has probably been far more explored by others with more developed nuance on it, but i just wanted to point it out bc it's a very real thing i keep seeing *especially* in the Batfam fandom-)

and equally i think Cass' reaction to this intensity and obsession from Steph could be interesting. Cass historically has had poor reactions to knowing everyone is attracted to her and thinking about her, so that level of intensity i think could cause some negative reactions out of Cass that would add some very layered conflict to the ship. some of Steph's most negative traits *do* clash with Cass' wants and needs. it makes the ship more fun! it puts Steph's flaws on display as well as Cass' flaws and her internal issues surrounding romance. StephCass could be so weird and fucked up. but it's been defanged by this fandom in a way that turns me off to it. i love both Steph and Cass and i love exploring sapphic Batfam ships, so it *should* work for me. but the irony of it being popular in anti spaces combined with no one being able to acknowledge the flaws either of these characters have for the sake of making them kiss just. bores me and it's sucked any interest i could have out of it. bc god forbid women just be a little fucked up. </3

[mentha-vacciniumrainbow]

Another illustration for the last chapter of "You bring back my Springtime", Carmilla all bundled up, dressed in her borrowed nightgown.

What will happen next? You'll find out soon!

[joker00m]

My comfort characters <3

[love-dove-noora]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something self indulgent? I wrecked my knee in a climbing accident a few years ago, tore my ACL, left MCL, and meniscus. I was bed bound for three months after a bad surgery and had to relearn how to walk. I’m good now minus the aches when the weather changes, and sometimes I still need a metal leg brace to walk comfortably but I try to take everything in stride!

I was wondering if you could write a piece for Carmilla? Maybe where her s/o has been bed bound due to the injury but relearning how to walk with the council in secret to surprise Carmilla? Thank you so much!

Im really bad at anatomy and especially in English so I’m not going so specific but i get the general idea!

Surprise

The fact you were bed ridden didn’t bother her that much in a sick and twisted way she liked it, it took work off her as she didn’t have to protect you sense you weren’t always on the move. But it was the fact you were in pain that hurt her and much to her dismay you rejected her offer of taking it away by turning you. Lenore has been your main help, she was the vampire sister you were closest to, Carmilla not included of course. In one of your many tea sessions together you had suggested learning to walk again and it was actually Lenores idea to make it a surprise. The timing was perfect Carmilla was going to go to Draculas castle to overthrow the king himself. Carmilla is a busy vampire and an idealist to the point of madness, that meant she was busy a lot of the time. Then the day came, she came to kiss you goodbye “darling be here waiting for me, because when i come back we will be the ones to rule” and then she disappeared into the dark woods in her journey to the unknown. Lenore was too excited to keep it in and on the first night ahead told the rest of the council about the surprise. Morana was enthused and Striga much like always unfazed, Striga was atleast in the beginning against you and Carmilla because well you were human and didn’t even have plans on turning. Carmilla wrote you letters and you struggled with not telling her the process and when you were finally walking the excitement you felt; it felt wrong not to share it with your lover. But when she finally arrived home after three tedious months and you were able to see her walk into the castle after her long journey and the face she made when she saw you and picked you up in her arms spinning you, you were barely able to get a word out with how tight she was squeezing you, when you finally got a small squeak out of “surprise!” She put you down but not before kissing you deeply “dear this is the best surprise ever”

[lovelaceisntdead]

Tagged by @galindatopland and @archiethemusical to tag 9 books I want to read in 2025

I'm not going to tag anyone because I don't know who and I feel like everyone has moved on from this now but if you want to please feel free!

Just Like Home - Sarah Gailey Piranesi - Susanna Clarke House of Leaves - Mark Z. Danielewski My Darling Dreadful Thing - Johanna Van Veen Thirst - Marina Yuszczuk Model Home - Rivers Solomon Annihilation - Jeff Vandermeer She's Always Hungry - Eliza Clark Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë

[comfortmechsforverystablepeople]

Gender crisis

@yourlocalmechanism-dr-carmilla

warning in the title

Jonny

Immediatly noticed that something interesting is going on. It's like a natural sense for him, he can detect a queer person in less then ten seconds in a room packed with straights. He is very subtle about it either, but he's very excited. He would hang around you like an overexcited puppy in hope you will tell him first. This is such a good news that you are figuring out stuff about you! Let him know! He wants it so badly!

Nastya

If Jonny knows, then everyone knows. Especially Nastya, who loves to travel through the vents and spies on everyone. Maybe she even witnessed a few of your moments where you were trying to figure out yourself. Nastya knows how it is and will never acknowledge she saw you, letting you controlling if and when you will come out. She will just keep an eye on the others to stop them to out you before you are ready. Lots of wires and pannels accidents...

Ashes

Ashes is an expert. They are the queer big sibling who will teach you everything they know. You need a safe-place to experiment? You are at the right place. Need clothes? They will lend you anything. Need to ask some question? They are here for you. Whatever you need, Ashes will take everything in charge. Will punch anyone who misgenders you.

Ivy

Do you need informations? Because Ivy have thousands of years of experience across the cosmos! You can find new names and pronouns all day together, that would be fun. She also has a tons of books, and every over media ever, about what you are going through. And It helps her to figure out how she feels when reading about it, so maybe it could help you too!

Brian

This is great news! Brian is so, so, so proud of you. So strong and brave! Will give you a big hug to celebrate. What do you mean you didn't figured out everything? It doesn't matter, celebration hug is appropriate none the less! Will also cook a celebration cake with your new name/pronouns on it.

Toy Soldier

Honestly, it never really understood how something so tiny could be so important... Maybe it's like when someone says its a real person and not a toy soldier. It makes it pretends to be heartbroken, usually ending with one of its crewmate to kill the offender. Oh! It should act like that! Be ready to have a brand new bodyguard which will attack anyone misgendering you. Don't fret if you are changing your mind over the details, just tell it and it will be happy to adapt who it should punch!

Tim

Heck yeah! One of us! One of us! One of us! He never really had problems with his gender, but saw enough people going through similar journeys. In any case, he will be with you each step of the way. And will surely drag you around like a rpoud siblings to brag about how great you are. You can expect hug from him too!

Raphaella

Can she experiment? She wants to experiment! Nothing too crazy (unless you want to~), just observing and studying your thought process during this period of your life. Don't worry, she likes you very much and will never try to interfer. And it could help you to! Knowing what you are thinking and why is very useful and helps to avoid spiraling.

Marius

If you have any emotionnal need, he's the expert! This is the first thing he studied when he tried to become a psychologist. Because he wants to help people like you! So, he knows it's not all rainbow and sunshine, it can be draining and exhausting. If you need a good cry or just a place to rest peacefully with snacks and water, you can go to the medbay or in his quarter.

Aurora

She is so thrilled! She adores to see people she loves becoming the best version of themselves and evolving! She herself had gone through similar questions when she was young and after the... cyberian incident. And even if her conclusion was that she didn't need to change anything, it doesn't mean you shouldn't! You should do whatever you prefer! As a reward, she will update whatever you want in your crew file she keeps on hand.

Scuzz

Congratulations, you are braver than a lot of people. You are facing a very challenging situation which only you can figure out.

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Do you want a hug? They are not really great at it but they really want to help.

Carmilla

She is so proud of her sunshine! She had been there AND a doctor! So, maybe the most understanding person you can find. She would provide everything and more. Especially physical affection if you are into it: quick hugs, smooch on your forehead, ruffle hair, squeezing your shoulder... And so many compliments! Everything to make you feel good in your skin.

In general

The Mechanisms are the queerest and genderest space pirate who makes music ever! So they would 100% behind you and ready to help in any way. Prepare yourself for a queer party when you figure out everything, a weird fusion between a birthday and a baby shower. But it's the intention which counts, right?

[lesbiansanemi]

One thing about my cats that kinda makes laugh but also roll my eyes is when people accuse me of having a “favorite.” They’re like “you give Dimaria birthday parties and take her on walks and have way more pictures of her, you clearly like her more than Carmilla” and it’s like. If you spent longer than ten minutes with my cats you would realize that Dimaria is a fucking attention whore. I stop paying attention to her for more than a minute and she starts screaming. The second I sit down she is bullying her way into my lap. As soon as she hears me wake up in the morning she is shoving her paws underneath my door. Carmilla, on the other hand, is like the #1 people hater and biggest bundle of cat anxiety I have ever seen in my life. She hates being picked up, I am granted the honor of petting her like once a month and it’s for like five seconds. I have exactly one friend who is over often enough for her to not hide inside the couch the whole time she’s here. I tried taking her on a walk once and she wailed and cried the whole time and repeatedly flopped onto the ground. I have the most stereotypical pair of cats ever with the fat happy stupid orange one who loves everyone and everything and then the angry spindly black one who looks like a Halloween decoration that came to life. I don’t have a favorite. I just respect that Carmilla would rather die than interact with a human being if she doesn’t have to

[tanema123]

LOVE ON THE BATTLEFIELD

ZESTMILLA

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[amasdoodles]

sketchy doodle of carmilla and morgana (our game's female victor)