#drawing rabid vamps

[king-vecnass]

A gift for @kazhan-draws for the second chapter of his fanfic bloodletting. Really adore this fic, give it a go if you're into Mungrove! 💖

[sh4rki3-fr0gz]

☆ INTRO ☆ 

hello!! here is my lil intro thingy :3

﹒⋆﹒names ﹒⋆﹒ ↦ thresh0r or threshor ↦ laszlo (im in a wwdits phase rn) ↦ freddy ↦ shark ↦ gabriel/angel

﹒⋆﹒main pronoun sets ﹒⋆﹒ ↦ he/him/his ↦ vamp/vampire/vampireself ↦ pup/dog/mongrel/bitchdog/wolf ↦ freak/freakself ↦ rabid/rabie/rabidself ↦ shork/shark/sharkself

﹒⋆﹒requests ﹒⋆﹒ stuff ill do for you on request :D

i can and will do: ↦ moodboards (mostly nonhuman euphoric ones) ↦ custom emoji's (possibly) ↦ pinterest boards ↦ memes ↦ pfps (edited photo or drawing) ↦ userboxes ↦ typing quirk ideas ↦ kin tips (fictionkin + therian tips) ↦ flags (xenogender, alterhuman, ect) ↦ stimboards ↦ digital walks ↦ alterhuman/otherkin poetry ↦ and possibly some other things! :D

﹒⋆﹒tagging system ﹒⋆﹒ ↦ #lil baby shork - age/petre related post ↦ #shark thats not a shark - post about alterhumanity/fictionkin ↦ #casual shark bite - random/reblog/meme/shitpost ↦ #shark giving :D - answers/requests ↦ #aggressive sharkbite - vent/rant post ﹒⋆﹒userboxes ﹒⋆﹒

-https://www.tumblr.com/just-another-userbox-maker

﹒⋆﹒boundaries﹒⋆﹒

﹒⋆﹒theriotypes ﹒⋆﹒

soooo ya! hope you all have an amazing day/night :3

[ninjacat1515]

A Hunting Academy holds demonstrations of how to slay various monsters, including vampires. They bring up monster prisoners from the holding cells at the school, and one is an adult vampire that seems to be holding something close to his chest.

His wings are wrapped around his front, shielding whatever it is from view- and he is incredibly tense and feral looking. Agitation increases as the humans draw closer to the enchanted holding cage.

Everyone then hears a little noise from whatever is within the wings and arms. A trill, followed by what sounds like an infant babbling. A little clawed hand pushes aside some of the wing, and a curious face becomes visible for a second before the adult vamp rapidly shields the cub from view again.

The entire room falls dead silent. This was now one of the most dangerous situations a Hunter could come across, and no one wanted to make a move. In the observation room, people are furiously accusing one another of making the grave error of darting the wrong target.

One teen steps forward, hands free and with no weapon. The movement catches the vampire's attention and red eyes lock with his, and it was like looking into the gaze of a rabid tiger.

"Open the delivery bay door and step back."

"You fucking kidding me?! You're letting it go??!"

"Make a path for him, do not get in his way."

The eyes of the beast were still distrustful but they had lost their rage and hatred. Using the dropped keyboard, the teen swiped it as people began to scream. The moment the door opened, the vampire leaped from the cage and took flight, arms keeping his daughter close. He rocketed out of the bay door and into the night.

Not a single person had been harmed.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?? HE COULD HAVE ENDED YOU!"

"And keeping him here would have ended in disaster. Dude, come on you've been in this profession how long? You know how intense they get defending their kids."

The adults in the room felt their egos diminish as the 16 year old grabbed his pack and headed for the stairs.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?!"

"Home. Calling my parents. I've had enough of this shit."

[maladys-diary]

New beginnings and fateful meetings

7pm, August 10th, 2020

It has been an age since I put ink to paper. Or rather, since this device that Angie has gifted to me has. She says if I post it, it’ll go into the bog? I’m not sure I can quite fathom what she means. Inept, though I am, I will persevere.

Regardless, in light of last night’s events, I feel compelled to write all that has transpired.

I have never thought of myself as someone who plays well with others. Nor have I thought myself as someone who abides by regulations that were not implemented by my own doing. I am not one of them, so why should I? I am adrift here, unhinged from either reality, unable to claw my way back like some rabid dog needed to be put down.

Angie is always quick to remind me that this kindred society is not my house, and I am its guest. I suppose her words hold some merit. I have not been put down yet.

I received an invitation the day before last, although it was unsigned save for the initials V.C. The letter requested my presence on Victoria Street. I assumed (incorrectly) that it was addressed to myself alone, but when I arrived there were others. Two men and a woman. The men, admittedly forgettable, but the woman was charming. Although her figure is quite immodest, her character is anything but. I wonder if she is as sweet on the inside as she appears on the outside. Given the chance, I’m sure most would not refuse her solicitation for better acquaintance (I find myself not immune to these imaginings).

When I knocked upon the door there was no answer. One of the men - the one predisposed to gaudy suits - boorishly invited himself inside. I could already tell that it would be most troublesome company.

Inside we are greeted by a man in a tan suit and the sight of train tracks. The man introduces himself as Jackson Crow. He informs us that he is a butler (although I am loathe to admit much better dressed than mine). We follow him along the tracks until we find the dining car, shabby though it is.  Inside the lights are too bright and the liquor bottles are too few and half empty (although I have never tasted the stuff and shan’t ever). There is a stage and the rafters are quiet and dark.

Mr. Crowe presents us with a job. We are to find a woman and silence her. In exchange we will be given freedom.

Dossier: Madison Larkin (form. Bridges). 27. Chestnut hair. 2 year old son. Address - 6/29 Little Bourke St. Works for newspaper at 147 Russell St.

But what of those of us who do not truly desire to be free? If I am own haunting, then Angie will leave. Just like the others. And if I don’t have her then what do I have?

I see Angie’s face then, from up above, although I’m not sure if it’s really her or someone else. The haunted mind oft plays tricks and makes games of memories. When I see her face I am aloft with despair. I want to draw near to her, be with her, by her. But every time I draw close she pulls further away. How is one to keep someone who does not wish to be kept?

The man in the flashy suit - Mr. Anton - uses some device to find the woman we’re seeking. Something about Russians and illicit goods and wares operating out of the Docklands. We take a car to her address and find her residence. It is part of a tiny complex that is grotesquely modern.

I attend Mr. Anton upstairs while the others remain downstairs. The meet we meet at the door - Madison’s husband - is a pitiful excuse of a human. In this instance I do not blame Mr. Anton for losing his temper, but things quickly spiral out of control. The others come upstairs and the state of affairs worsens. None of them have learnt like I have, even if I am not like them at all. Not yet, but they will.

Before he telephones the police, we learn that his wife has been out at all hours, particularly around the Docklands (that name keeps cropping up), and she has been with a man. He is visibly enfeebled and distraught, and the appearance of the others only exacerbates the problem.

Scribbled note: - Contact: Stephen Curnow (Ventrue. Anarch Council. Connections to Docklands Park), Nothing going on between them (?), Kennedy Assoc.

I take the man and suck his spirit out. He is much quieter now.

I would say that he is bleeding out on the floor but he’s actually shrunken and bloodless. The others seem troubled (although some less than others), but they will no doubt understand soon. I feel myself connect a little better with them now. Feel myself become grounded; corporeal. And then the feeling dissipates like smoke curling off the length of a Chesterfield.

We discover photographs of the man and child and Miss Larissa complains and cries endlessly. Does she really care for this ill-fated man and company, or has she not yet learned the bitterness of this un-life? I have learned not to mind the cattle so much.

Scribbled on notepaper torn out: - Vamp story with photo of Nosferatu. Lot 7, North Wharf Rd, Shipping Container Serco 87. Secured freight coming in.

The others contact the mother (through some little device) stating that her child is gravely ill, but the mother pays no mind to the message.

The father is still on the carpet. Before we can decide what to do with his body, there is a commotion at the door. A woman with a terrible temper and a feculent manner of speaking appears. With her is a man with much improved decorum. They introduce themselves as Ducky and Alex.

Apparently she has been waiting for us, but thought it was necessary to intervene. We unburden ourselves of the corpse on the floor and the baby in the nursery. In exchange we are to meet her at her establishment

We leave.

Business card: Neko no Nyan. Basement level cnr Victoria & Gore St.

[nightmare-grass]

So I’m officially Spidersona trash

Here I have compiled the main characters, their abilities and personalities, and their relationships within the story I am currently working on and have been working on ever since the Spidersona movement of 2018.

1. My personal OC

- Name: Nora Weaver

- Age: 19

- Alias: Jumper

- Based on the Bold Jumping Spider

- Quirky, inventive, sneaky, caring, impatient, smart, and kinda egotistical

- Saw the Prowler fighting Prism on tv one time and thought, ‘hey, those rocket-boot things are pretty cool’

- Later on she made her own rocket boots for a college science fair (it’s a high school science fair, tbh, but colleges scout for talented students to give scholarships to), she promotes them as footwear for rescue efforts and stuff like that

- At this science fair another kid was doing experiments on spiders and one escaped and bit Nora, giving her spider powers

- Since Nora’s thing is mechanics, she got her more chemistry-inclined older sister to help make her web fluid

- Sister’s name is Amelia

- She eventually designed her own suit and was from then on known as Jumper

- Only her sister knows her true identity

- She has arachnophobia (coincidentally)

- She’s adopted and it turns out her biological father is Dr. Octopus

- Her birth mother is a woman named Mary Alice Anders (Otto and Mary split up in Otto’s tragic villain backstory)

- She gets scrap and parts from an auto body shop and the son of the guy who owns the shop is really cute and Nora has a crush on him. His name is Dominic Mazzetti.

- One humid summer day Nora drops down in an alley in her spider suit and peels the spandex off to sit at her waist, having been wearing a tank top underneath, in order to cool off. She realizes too late that she’s right next to the auto body shop when Dominic comes around the corner, looking to take a shortcut, and sees her. She webs him up, jumps onto the rooftop with him, and starts freaking out, but she makes him promise not to tell anyone her secret. From then on they work together more closely.

- Gwen Stacy is kind of the designated bully, seeing her as a rival for good grades, so she mockingly call her “Snora” since Nora falls asleep in class quite a bit due to her hero work

- Eventually Gwen and Nora become friends

- Nemesis: Doctor Octopus

- Recurring Villain: Screwball

“Alright, lets start at the beginning one last time. My name is Nora Weaver. I built some rocket boots, was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for the last year and a half I’ve been one of a few spider-themed heroes in my city. I call myself Jumper. I’m pretty sure you can figure out the rest. I saved some people, joined a spider hero team, graduated, started college, nearly dropped out, and now I’m in the process of saving the city again. By the way, I was in the middle of that. Catch ya later!”

2. Peter Parker Gender-bend

- Name: Penelope Parker

- Age: 18

- Alias: Ladybird

- Based on the Ladybug Mimic Spider

- She was the one with the spider science project

- when one of her spiders bit her, it momentarily distracted her and she let two more escape, one biting Nora, another biting Skylar

- Wears glasses

- When they get to community college Penelope meets Harry Osborn and after a while of being friends they start dating. This will not end well.

- Nemesis: Green Goblin

- Recurring Villain: Black Cat

“Alrighty then! I guess we can start at the beginning one more time. My name is Penelope Parker, and for the past year and a half I’ve been the hero known as Ladybird. I was experimenting with some spiders and radioactive elements when three of them got out and bit me and two of my now best friends, and so we decided to form a superhero team. I figure you know the rest; we saved the city, started college, I got an internship that ended up being a trap, my aunt May died, and now we’re trying to save the city again. Yeah, it hasn’t been great.”

“AGH, Harry is such a dreamboat!” Penelope twirled around gaily and flopped onto her bed with a sigh. “I don’t deserve him,” she murmured with a smile.

Nora rolled her eyes. “Of course you deserve him, Pen! In my eyes, you deserve the world,” Nora said matter-of-factly.

3. OC

- Name: Skylar Tran

- Age: 19

- Alias: Spider-Shine

- Based on the Mirror Spider

- Non-binary, they/them pronouns

- Black hair dyed blue

- Filipino

- Reflective/shiny skin (yes, like the Twilight vamps, get over it)

- Cocky, flamboyant, funny, millennial humor, depressed but doesn’t wanna show it, being a superhero gives them something to live for

- Has scars from depression on their arms

- Very much an anime fan

- Starts out as a “Hero for Hire” where they got paid for rescuing people but quit that as soon as they found out about Tombstone and how he scares the people of NYC into paying him so he doesn’t let worse things happen to them

- Nemesis: Tombstone

- Recurring Villain: The Tinkerer

4. Symbiotesona

- Name: Amber Herald

- Age: 31

- Alias: Prism

- Symbiote

- Bonded with Prism when she was 23 and working for the Life Foundation

- They’re lesbians, Harold.

- Prism’s thing is light refraction, so she can turn invisible

- She’s an established hero when the three newbies get bit

- Their origin story is kinda like the Venom movie except they don’t take down a big bad corporation or stop an alien invasion

- Prism is a forced spawn of Venom

- Life Foundation captured Venom to make more Symbiotes but Prism was one of the few Symbiotes that escaped with a host

- Dreamcasting Idina Menzel as Amber

- Nemesis: Any evil Symbiotes that happen to pop up.

- Recurring Villains: Prowler and Kraven the Hunter

Side Characters

1. Harry Osborn

- Son of Norman Osborn

- Has a degenerative disease that Norman tries to fix with experimental science

- Goes mad, becomes Green Goblin

- Before he’s the Goblin, he and Penelope start dating

2. Gwen Stacy

- daughter of Police Captain, George Stacy

- Gifted in biochemistry

- Wants to become a forensic scientist for the NYPD, following in the footsteps of her father but in her own way

- On weekends she is the drummer for MJ’s band

- Sees Nora and Penelope as her academic rivals and sometimes bullies them

- Loves music

- Is a lesbian and has a crush on MJ but she’s still in the closet

- If I ever want to make her into Spider-Gwen, I could kill off Amber and have Prism bond with Gwen

3. Mary Jane “MJ” Watson

- Intern/reporter for the Daily Bugle

- Sometimes self-absorbed, mostly self-assured and witty

- Has a band called The Mary Janes where she’s the lead singer and lead guitarist

- Keyboard player is Glory Grant

- Drummer is Gwen Stacy

- She’s bisexual and she has a crush on Gwen

- With her hot temper and Gwen’s bull headed stubbornness, they have quite a few disagreements

4. Felicia Hardy

- becomes Black Cat, an antihero

- Her dad used to develop tech for Oscorp when he was found “stealing” some of the tech he worked on and was laid off

- Her dad used the tech he’d developed to aid him in cat burglary because he couldn’t find a job and had to support he and his daughter but he was caught stealing from one of Kingpin’s businesses

- Felicia used her dad’s tech to steal enough money to pay for his bail but kept stealing afterward

- Takes up a Robin Hood-like role where she steals from rich assholes like Kingpin and Norman Osborn and gives back to the homeless of NYC

- She’s really quiet as a civilian, almost unnerving, but that’s because she spends all day coming up with cat-related quips and catchphrases to use when she goes out as Black Cat

5. Screwball

- I want to add more to her character, really dig deep and find the person behind the vlogger/criminal nut job

- Her crimes are just stunts and dangerous pranks on important figures

- She live-streams every crime

- Started off with a prank channel on YouTube but when she started drawing the attention of Jumper and the bunch for her dangerous stunts, her videos started to get more views, so she just scaled up her pranks to draw the attention of the heroes even more

- Expert Gymnast and Media Influencer

- Some of her fans are so rabid for her that they’ll commit murder at her slightest suggestion

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

T&L pt 14: The Battle

Warnings: violence

Word count: 4033

Part 13

Darya (Persian) - ocean: The endless ocean is a sight for sore eyes.

Arya's POV

„They...He what? Hhhe left?“ I stammered. The answer was obvious by the look on Emily's face. Kim couldn't even look at me. My mind was racing, heart pounding. I was so furious, worried, hell more like terrified, trembling almost violently. Before I knew what I was doing, my legs moved me straight out the door. Slamming the door behind me, not looking back, completely ignoring Emily begging me to come back, I ran. I have no idea where I'm going, I don't even care. He left without a goodbye. Soreness I felt this morning was replaced by agonizing pain in every nook and cranny of my body. My lungs are burning, legs already tired, my thoughts wild making it impossible to concentrate and take control. I don't know how long I've been running, a few minutes, half an hour? But I finally stopped, collapsing onto my knees and hands, unable to take a proper breath. My lungs felt like they could burst any moment now, my throat dry. Sweat rolled down my skin in thick, salty beads. My skin felt like it was burning and yet, somehow, I was still so damn cold. I could feel my heart throbbing inside my chest. Tears blind me so I wipe my face and lift my head to see where I am.

The cliffs. Of course..my stupid legs led me straight to a place that would remind me of him...Paul. Why did you do it? Why didn't you tell me? How the hell did nobody tell me it was happening today? I deserved a goodbye. You promised me you'd stop hiding these things from me. You promised! Last nights memories, still vivid were now haunting me. I could still feel his warm lips on me, his hands exploring every part of me, the look in his eyes that showed nothing but pure admiration and love for me. I could recall his soft I love you's and his fingers running through my hair as I was falling asleep...Wait...he whispered something to me 'That’s all I want. Just you and me. Always. No matter what happens, I'm with you..Forever.'

Oh God, he was saying goodbye and I didn't even notice. No, no, no. That can't be our last moment together, I'm not ready. My vision started blurring with all the tears that came rushing to my eyes, spilling over like a river ready to join the ocean that danced before me.

The ocean used to calm me, it was my escape, my safe harbor. My grandma named me Darya for the same reason. She always said that her connection to nature, ocean especially was a big reason why she stayed in Forks. She was a New York girl, never once went on any kind of nature trips. Once she did, she ended up in Forks, met my grandfather and never left. I never got to spend much time with either of them as my mother didn't want me anywhere near Forks, but that one time my grandmother brought me here I never wanted to leave either. I didn't like the lack of sun, never was a fan of cold. However, that forest in her backyard, the ocean on the reservation were drawing me to them. It was an undeniable pull. Grandmother would often tell me I can do anything I want if I concentrate hard enough, trusted myself, anchored my heart, soul and mind in nature.

 „Nature will always answer your call for help“, she'd say. With tears still streaming down my face, I could do nothing but sit cross-legged on the stone ledge of the cliff and stare at the horizon in front of me.

Waves were crashing below me on the hard rocks, as my mind fills with many memories now tarnished with untold tragedies. I could feel my brain was getting foggy with all the thoughts of past, present and future swirling around me, making me unsteady with all the unanswered questions. My mind fought hard to drum up a thousand different descriptions of Paul, to remember every line, jaw clench, smile, nose twitch, eyebrow raise, eye squint, everything. Fog that had started clearing from my mind as his image became clearer seemed to surround me now. Each thought I had seemed loud and exposed, just like every movement I made in the silence trying to shake the fog that wrapped around me almost as the same as that faithful morning I met Paul. Maybe the fog was somehow in me, just as I was in it. The mist swallowed the base of the cliff, it smothered the greens of the leaves, the grass and the underbrush of the forest behind me. It leached out their color, turning everything the same stony grey as the rock. I wasn't scared, I hoped that this mist was turning into a dense fog on the battlefield as well as it would help disguise the pack and the coven from the newborn army of the undead. Maybe it could help them make it back home. Sam, Jared, Paul, Embry, Quil, Jacob, Leah, Seth...just come home.

Paul's POV

We were preparing for the battle, going over some last minute details when I felt immense anger, fear and sadness in my heart. I knew Ria finally woke up and found out we were gone. I knew I should have told her, given her a chance to say goodbye, I was going to do it, I was. Initially I was going to tell her three days ago, when we knew as well, but she wasn't sleeping and was already worried all the time, I just didn't want to add on to it by putting an official date to our possible departure. I held off until yesterday, I wanted to tell her, but then things went in a different direction. Just as my mind started to wander to last night Sam and Embry both warned me of the mind link and yelled at me to keep daydreaming for my human form.

'You know, if the vamps don't kill you, she will', Embry thought.

'I know, but I couldn't tell her. She was finally sleeping, at peace, completely safe and happy. If I said something...I just didn't want her to worry. I hoped we'd be done by now', I said through the mind link.

'Focus on finding a spot to hide, they'll be here soon', Sam barked out an order.

'There's nowhere to hide but the tree line. We'll be easily spotted since we ARE giant furballs' Embry continued using Ria's nickname for the pack causing my heart to beat faster. I hope she can forgive me.

Out of nowhere, a bone-chilling mist clung to every surface around us as it quickly thickened into a dense fog. I blinked a few times, surprised by the sudden onset of the grey surrounding us. It reminded me of the freaky fog that morning I met my butterfly.

'This fog covers us better then any tree. Thank you Mother Nature' Jared pipped in clearly happy with the way things were going.

I looked to the clearing, Cullens were taking their places which meant we were about to have company. Time to rip off some heads.

I see the whole newborn army blitz out of the woods and into the field with frenzy in their red eyes, running as their rabid thirst takes over following the scent of Bella's blood. But the scent trail ends here which confused them and as they looked around suddenly something bolts from the trees with lightning speed and tackles a newborn as the other newborns spin to find a lethal-looking Jasper in a crouch beside his victim's body. Gotta admit, that was pretty good..for a vampire.

They rush Jasper but he doesn't hesitate – Bam! Bam! Bam! Three of them go down, tackled by Esme, Rosalie, Carlisle, Emmett and Alice. Sam orders us to go in. Jared and I follow Sam as we lung out of our foggy cover tearing a newborn to pieces. Just as we jumped in, the fog is completely lifted. What the hell?! I see others diving into the fray, now all of us smashing them one by one brutally. The big muscled idiot sprints full-bore into the fight, relishing the battle. We work as a pack, coordinated, deadly as Jasper controls the field – strategy and speed vs strength. The blonde one, Rosalie fights with icy calm. Alice with her ability. Esme and Carlisle fight side by side. The newborns are brutal and strong as hell. I found out the hard way when one kicked me into my ribs causing me to fly back hitting a tree. It only angered me more. I have to return to Arya, I can't leave her alone. I shake my head and run back into the battle grabbing a newborn by it's shoulder ripping it off with one clean bite. Turning I see Jacob charging into the clearing, tackling a newborn, going for it's neck. Sam and Jacob charge a newborn – each wolf grabs an arm in the mouth and rips him apart. I turn and find myself surrounded by three newborns, ahh GREAT! Suddenly the big muscled idiot...No..Emmett comes to my aid. I sent him a look, sort of a battlefield rapprochement.

From Seth's thoughts I could hear Victoria was with them, and she wasn't alone. Damn it! We shouldn't have sent him alone! But I can't think about that as another newborn launches itself on me trying to wrap it's arms around me. I manage to shake him off, while Jared finishes him off for me. Embry was finishing off the one on my left with Leah so I was in the clear for now. I concentrated to see how Seth was doing, just in case if the pup needed help but thankfully he was already finishing the leech off all by himself. It gave me a sense of pride, our puppy was finally killing his first vamp.

As I look around I see the battle was over. All over the field there were scattered body parts, Cullens were already pilling them up and setting a fire to make sure everyone was truly dead. Edward, Bella and Seth soon join us on the clearing. I see that the Cullens also took a young vampire with them making me snarl but Sam stops me. Jacob comes into the clearing after chasing a vamp in the woods and starts walking toward Bella, images of her kissing him before the battle start popping in...disgusting. He kissed a leech lover, ugh. But suddenly we  hear a vicious snarl coming from behind him in the woods, and he spins to see Leah cornering one last male newborn who was hiding. Leah charges as Edward yells

„Leah, don't!“

The male newborn maneuvers out of her way, spins and grabs her ruff, fiercely yanking her off her paws but Jacob leaps on the vamp tackling him, they roll into the clearing where Jacob bites a piece of his face off. But the leech gets his arms around Jacob and crushes him, hurting not only Jacob, but in a way all of us as we could sense his pain. He howls in agony as Bella runs to him. We jump at the bloodsucker, detach it from Jake and finish him off. Jacob unwillingly shifts into his human form and we soon follow not wanting to feel his agony and pain any longer. He's naked, grotesquely twisted and broken, barely able to breathe. Carlisle quickly examines him as he writhes in pain; Edward steadies him, gripping his hand.

Getting dressed as fast as we could, we race back to our brother.

Leah yells, worry and pride laced in her voice:“Jacob, you idiot. I had it.“

If you had it why didn't you handle it right away....I kept my mouth shut even tho' i was seconds away from shifting again. Think of Ria, her chubby cheeks, her warm eyes, the way her gentle hands runs circles on my back to soothe me.

 Sam steps in and warns her:“Leah!“

Carlisle continues his examination:“I need to set the bones before his accelerated healing kicks in. It's already starting.“

Oh, this is going to be bad. If Jacob heals, they'll have to break his bones again.

„We need to get him out of here. We're not gonna win a fight with the Volturi.“ Edward exclaims as Sam states: „We'll take him back to Billy's.“

„I'll be there as soon as I can.“ Carlisle assures us as Bella mumbles something to Jacob.

Each of us stand around Jacob, slowly lifting him as he cries out in pain. We move fast trying to keep him as steady as possible to minimize the pain he must be feeling. Finally coming to his house, leaving the woods I see Billy on the porch waiting for his son to return. Rachel wasn't there, she probably went back to Seattle like she always planned. I never asked Jacob, it didn't occur to me at all. I felt guilty because I knew she really liked me, I mean I liked her too, but I was never serious about us. I made that clear to her from the beginning.

Setting Jacob on his bed I walked outside, giving a curt nod to Billy and leaned back on the side of the house. I wanted to go to Arya, more then anything, but I had to be here. If Sam and Jared weren't leaving, I couldn't either. We were all outside listening to Jacob's painful cries and grunts, Embry and Quil were with him trying to keep him calm. Soon Carlisle arrived and as we all feared he had to break all the bones AGAIN as they were healing in the wrong way. Screams of agony came from the house making me flinch with each one. If only she was here it might make all of this a little more bearable. Out of the corner of my eye I see Emily and Kim arrive..wait..where is Arya?! They were reuniting with Sam and Jared but I was losing it.

I jumped up and ran to them:“Emily, where is Arya?!“

She looked at me, her lip quivering. Why was she holding back tears?

„Emily, where is SHE? Is she okay?“ I repeat.

Emily looks at Sam, then me and finally speaks up:“When she found out you all left for the battle, she left. Just walked outside and ran into the woods. She didn't return.“

I felt a sinking feeling of despair settle in my heart. The voices around me were muffled, it almost felt like the world was spinning, and I just wanted to sit down. My words and my actions divergent, they pull in opposite directions as if my brain's the narrator and body a navigator and they have entirely different ideas about the world. I talk the talk of the valiant protector, yet when push comes to shove I'm useless.

„She ran into the woods and didn't return“, I repeat with my body shaking. „IT'S ALMOST NIGHT, WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE DIDN'T RETURN?“ I was losing control and fast, but I had to keep it together long enough to find out where she is. What direction did she run in? Something, anything.

„That's enough Paul“, Sam cuts me off. „If she was hurt you'd know. If she's not back in an hour, we'll all go look for her“, he finishes, but I could hear the underlining alpha voice he used on me. My whole being was screaming to go and find her but I couldn't move. He definitely used his alpha voice.

The fear caused my thoughts to loop around in my mind until there was no room for anything else. Dread owns me, pushing against me like an invisible gale. Dread has my stomach locked up tight, nothing getting in or out, my jaw clenched, teeth locked tight together. The wall clock ticks like the timer on a bomb. I can't stop it, reverse it or slow it down. Each tick drags me forward, helpless and nervous to the allotted time. I can no more avoid it than the beating of my own heart as it pounds with futility against it's cage of bone and cartilage. The dread is an invisible demon sitting heavy on my shoulders and only I can hear the sharpening of it's knives. I sweat and the tremor in my hands begins. My brain is numb and my stomach nauseous. All I can do is wait. My train of thought is broken by the sound of Bella's old truck.

She hurriedly climbs out and as she reaches the porch a loud yell of excruciating pain emanates from inside the house; Jacob. Bella flinches, almost like she's feeling the pain herself like we all do. I see Billy is trying to keep it together. Emily, next to him, puts an arm around his shoulders.

Quil is the first one to speak up:“It's been going on for a while.“

Embry continues:“Doc's re-breaking his bones.“

Leah paces in front of the house, visibly upset, but too proud to admit she would have been in the same situation, if not dead if Jake didn't step in.

Leah starts rambling:“Why'd he have to butt in? I could've taken that tick...“ Which caused me to speak for the first time since my conversation with Sam:“Oh, give it a rest, Leah.“ I say, my voice weak and cracking as my worry and anxiety levels are at an all time high. As the door opens, Sam and Carlisle exit, we all spin toward the front doors waiting to hear the news. Carlisle let us know that the worst is over and that he'll be alright. Billy exhales heavily, tears threatening to spill as Sam puts a hand on his shoulder. Emily wraps an arm around Sam's waist to comfort him, Jared wraps his arms around Kim...Where are you Ria?

I release a shaky breath. Carlisle lets us know he gave Jake some morphine but with our temperature he will definitely need a bigger dose so he promises to return soon with a drip. Carlisle turns to Bella:“He's asking for you.“ We all look at her. A combination of pleading – “don't hurt him” – and threatening – “if you hurt him” – as she walks inside, probably to break his heart for the hundredth time. I turn to Sam:„Now can we please go find her.“ He nods and I run to the trees almost immediately the pack following close behind.

„Find who, what's going on?“ I hear Embry ask.

„Ria ran out this morning straight to the woods and never came back.“ Sam replies moments before he shifts. The rest doing the same.

'Why would she do that?' Jared questions through the mind link.

'Because Paul was an ass and didn't tell her about the battle. Didn't even say goodbye.' Embry fills him in making me snap in his direction.

'I'll start at the house and follow her scent from there' I say already running in that direction.

Sam sighs and starts barking out orders. He sent Leah and Seth west to the border, but I doubt she'd go that far...at least not by choice. Embry and Quil went north and Sam took Jared east. I didn't get any specific orders, I just followed her scent which really did lead south, the only direction no one was sent in. I ran as fast as my paws would allow me. The scary fact is I didn't feel anything on her side, no emotion, nothing. I knew she was alive, because if she wasn't I'd be in agony as well. Well, more then I am right now. But why couldn't I sense her emotions right now?

The thought prompted me to run faster, the voices coming from the mind link were quiet and jumbled, I didn't pay attention. I ran till I got to the cliffs. Just as I was about to question my sense of smell I realized my nose wasn't wrong. She was there, lying on the ground. She wore a green sweater and black jeans with her combat boots. Her eyes were open, watching the sky above, stars already out shinning bright. I felt she was cold, really cold...how long did she lay there? She's freezing! I shifted quickly grabbing the denim shorts hidden beneath a rock just a few feet away and hurried back.

„Ria?“ I called. She didn't respond. „Ria“, I repeat a little louder, reaching for her, worried if she was okay. Her eyes shifted from the sky and focused on me for the first time.

„Paul?“ She asked her voice cracking.

I nod and sit beside her slowly wrapping my arms around her trying to warm her up.

She didn't say anything, just hugged me back, resting her head on my chest, warm tears running down her face.

She backs up to properly look at me, putting her hands on my face turning it slightly right, then left, trying to see if I was hurt in any way.

„I'm okay, we all are. Jake got hurt saving Leah, but he'll be fine.“ I say before she even asks. Pulling her closer I nuzzle my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply just to feel her beautiful scent again. But her usual smell was mixed with something else beside the rocks and trees and the ocean that surrounded us. It was blood.

„Ria, I smell blood. Are you okay? Where are you hurt?! I ask, slightly panicking, giving her a once over.

„I'm fine you silly wolf, it was just a nose bleed.“ She replies giving me a beautiful smile that lit up my whole world.

„You're not angry anymore? I thought you'd kill me when I came back.“ I ask.

„Oh, thanks for reminding me. I'm angry all right!“ She said getting up pointing her finger at me.

„Why the hell would you do that to me? I deserved better than to wake up alone after our first night together! I deserved to say goodbye to you, to wish you good luck, to kiss you once more! But you robbed me of that! What if you didn't come back? Do you have any idea how I'd feel?! I'd choose death over that faith! No doubt in my mind! You made me a promise Paul Lahote and you broke it. And if you ever do that again I won't be so forgiving next time. Do we have an understanding?!“

She finishes, her face slightly red from all the yelling, eyes narrowed slightly, her finger still pointing at me. I grab her finger softly and pull her closer kissing it lightly before I got up as well.

„I'm sorry I broke my promise. I just didn't want to worry you more then you already were. You were soundly asleep for the first time in weeks and I didn't want to be selfish and wake you up only to give you bad news. It won't happen again. Now please let me carry you back, you're freezing.“

I took her in my arms bridal style, and walked back to the house. On the walk back she fell asleep almost instantly as she warmed up. I walked inside, the boys were already there. They must have known I found her through the link. As they saw us, the room went quiet.

„She's fine, just sleeping. I'll take her upstairs to bed.“ I whisper and see them all relax.

Setting her on the bed I pull off her boots knowing she hates to sleep in her shoes. Putting a blanket over her body I kiss her softly on the forehead.

„Goodnight my beautiful butterfly. I'll come back later if Sam lets me. I love you“ I whisper and go downstairs slowly to eat something and exchange our stories of today's events.

[sea-salted-wolverine]

A concept: vampire bites with consequences

So, if you're going to get enough blood out of a human being to make a meal and the tools at your disposal is a vaguely human shaped mouth with mostly human teeth it's not going to be a neat pair of puncture marks left behind. there will be a mess. a large bloody mess. most likely not a survivable mess.

go try to eat a watermelon with no knife, that's the kind of mess we're talking. mauled by a bear, run over by a bulldozer kinda trauma. the poor bastard who has to clean up the body of the vamps last meal will be needing a spatula.

there's the dichotomy of the vampire and their hunt. The elegant brooding loner who's misunderstood by the wider world and wishes to draw you into the promise of the dark night. the feral desperate animal coated in gore from cheeks to belly that knows only hunger and the urge to feed. that moment when society was right for once and this is not some lost and lonesome creature to be pitied but a very real and vicious threat.

Not some tragic creature seeking redemption but a rabid monster who doesn't care to change. the thing used to be human and still has the intelligence of one, but even as it knows it's causing irreparable damage to someone they might even have cared for, that's not more important than its own needs.

[brilliantlyyours]

hello wonderful person who provides amazing jimon content!!! Maybe I ask of thee a jimon + in the moment kiss??

Of course you can lovely!!!

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There was blood caked in his skin, under his nails, in between his teeth. With blood staining his white shirt and most of his face, Simon was sure he look the part of a rabid vampire. He couldn’t find it in himself to care.

Alec asked Simon to tag along with Jace on a raid in a demon den. Something about showing the downworld how well the new alliance was working. Simon thought it was working pretty well; he didn’t understand why they sent him instead of a more experienced vamp, but it wasn’t going too badly so far. 

Sure, they had gotten swamped by demons immediately after dropping into the den, and Jace only managed to stay by his side for a few minutes before they got separated. But Simon was holding his own, which blew his mind because honestly, Clary could beat him in a hand-to-hand fight.

Maybe she was getting better. Or he was going easy on her.

It didn’t really matter at this point; Simon was fighting savagely, snapping necks and even tearing their throats out. He always thought he would throw up if he ever had to do that, but the taste actually wasn’t that bad, given that it was demons he was killing.

The point it, he was covered in blackened blood, barely injured, and wondering just how many more demons they could throw at him before they ran out.

He wasn’t worried about Jace; he could hear his grunts from here, and he saw explosions of demon-dust often enough to know he was holding his own. He was shocked to figure out he was actually enjoying himself. He’s never been much of a fighter; more of a lover, as he liked to say, even when Clary laughed whenever he stated it.

But, surprisingly, fighting demons was easier than most of the stuff he’d been dealing with in the past few months. After Raphael forgave him for his betrayal, and he worked for a while to gain back his trust, Raphael made him an ambassador to the Clave, if you could believe it. Simon knows he still can’t. It was touching that Raphael trusted him this much, but he seemed to overlook the fact that Simon had no idea what he was doing.

But this, snapping bones and tearing flesh, this was simple in a way he was entirely unprepared for. Maybe, he thought as he reached a lull in demons attacking him, maybe this is why Jace loves it so much. There was an easiness to it, a simple instinct to kill whoever your superiors pointed you at.

And Jace was certainly enjoying himself. Simon couldn’t help his eyes drawing over to Jace, watching him move with the fluidity of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. Jace fought like wind; relentless, vicious, and everywhere at once. He seemed to always know when to duck, how to twist his seraph blade so it severed a nerve in his opponent that left it open to attack.

It was intoxicating to watch. Simon’s eyes tracked his muscles almost unintentionally. Simon knew Jace was attractive, but seeing him in action, in his element, drew him to Jace in a way he didn’t understand. He wanted to touch, to feel those muscles working over him, under him, behind him….

And whoa, since when did he want to have sex with Jace?

His internal freak-out was cut off by Jace roaring. A demon had managed to land a scratch down his right arm. Jace’s runes lit up with golden light; it was almost as if Simon could see paradise glowing under his skin. Jace laughed, cruelty and enjoyment in equal measure, before slaughtering the remaining demons.

Everything went quiet, save for the rushing in Simon’s ears. Jace’s runes didn’t leave out; the gold burned in his iris’s like his eyes were made of liquid salvation. The gold dripped down into his mouth, filling the grin he sent Simon with benedictions.

Simon never usually acted on instinct; but that was the only way he could describe the pull that led him across the dirt until he was in front of Jace. He framed Jace’s face with his hands, fingers so near his eyes he could feel the heavenly heat they gave off.

Simon didn’t think. Thinking wasn’t important at this point, really.

Jace’s lips were chapped and slick. He tasted like ash and sweat, and a little like the demon blood crusted on Simon’s own teeth. It was messy, and a bit gross with demon fluid invading it, but Simon lost himself in Jace’s mouth.

Jace was frozen for a second; he could feel residual adrenaline flowing through him, a steady pounding just under his runes. But Simon was in his arms, kissing him like he meant something. Like he meant everything. He didn’t stop to think about the implications; he didn’t wonder what would happen after.

He curled himself around Simon and pressed back. Simon tasted like bitter, hellish blood. 

Simon tasted like ambrosia.

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Got a little heavy-handed with the imagery here, but I think it fits, no?

Hope you liked! 

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Scribble-Doodle: Resonates Within

Look at me, yet another parabatai story. Who’s surprised? *crickets*

It was Jace who asked Alec to become his parabatai. (Yet another take, this time inspired by the parabatai-to-be in 203!)

Alec has to almost die for Jace to realize that he wants to bind his soul to Alec’s for life, maybe even beyond.

They’re still in training, Alec and he, this time, though, the adults agree to take them with on their mission because it’s an easy one: they have orders to arrest a rogue vampire. No big deal.

They go in during the day to limit the vampire’s movements, to get him when he’s at his weakest. He’s hiding in one of the decrepit old warehouses down in the docks, which means few mundanes around, few witnesses to worry about. They’ll be in and out in a matter of minutes, mission accomplished.

But then everything goes to hell.

Instead of one rogue vampire, a whole nest awaits them, blood-crazy beasts that draw them in and then attack en masse. There’s so many of them, three or four to one at the very least, and the Shadowhunters are hacking them to pieces, but they’re going down, one by one, the enemy numbers simply too overwhelming.

Jace’s doing his best to stay with Alec, they fight back to back, covering each other, and it seems to be working - they’re still standing, after all - until one of the vamps drops down on them from above and pushes the apart.

Jace stumbles and twists around in time to see the vamp drive Alec to the ground and punch him in the chest with a clawed hand, drawing blood, and when Jace hears Alec scream, he throws himself at the vamp and drags him away from Alec, then he whips around and cuts the creature’s head off with one powerful slash.

Turning, Jace takes a step towards Alec who’s still down with his back arched off the ground as he vainly tries to draw in breath, blood’s namely bubbling on his lips - he can’t breathe, Alec can’t breathe! - but before Jace can run to him, help him, another three of the rabid creatures cut him off, their fangs bared and faces bloodied. And Jace has to fight, though his thoughts are with Alec.

And then, when it looks like the fight’s lost and they’re all going to die, there’s the sound glass shattering and crashing to the ground - and the warehouse’s flooded with bright afternoon sun. With a deafening screech, the vampires burst into flames, one by one, until there’s only a handful of them left - and they run.

Jace looks around quickly - the windows on the south side, painted black to protect the creatures from the killing rays, they’re smashed now, but how…?

His eyes widen when he sees Alec. His friend’s drenched with his own blood, his face’s pale and his lips are blue from lack of oxygen - but his bow’s in his hands, though now it’s cluttering to the ground as Alec slumps down, hurting and weak.

Then Jace’s there with his stele in his hand and he’s activating Alec’s iratze and drawing a painkilling rune and then the one that stops bleeding, and he’s whispering assurances to Alec who’s watching him with wide, frightened eyes, wheezing as he vainly tries to draw air into his collapsed lung.

And when the squad leader crouches down next to Jace - the fight’s apparently over, though Jace didn’t even notice - he takes one look at Alec and orders Jace to grab Alec and go, go now, because they all know that Alec’s injuries won’t be healed with a simple iratze, that more, much more will be needed.

Jace picks Alec up as gently as he can and when Alec still whimpers in pain, losing breath he cannot spare, Jace apologizes, whispering sorry, sorry, sorry all the way back to the Institute. Never in his life has he run so fast.

He doesn’t let go of Alec’s hand after that. Not when the Silent Brothers come, not when he’s first asked and then ordered to leave. He’s holding Alec’s hand to anchor him there, to force him to stay. And Alec’s watching him, almost unblinking, till the blood loss and pain cause him to faint.

It’s the middle of the night and he’s still there, sitting in the chair by Alec’s bed, head pillowed on his crossed arms on the edge of the mattress, Alec’s hand still clasped in his - and that’s when it happens.

“He’s still here,” one of the healers from Idris whispers by the door, and even that small sounds wakes Jace up, he doesn’t move, though.

“Yes, he hasn’t left the boy’s side since he brought him in,” the other responds just as quietly.

“If I didn’t know better I would think they were parabatai,” the first one adds.

Parabatai. The word resonates within Jace’s soul. Alec… his parabatai.

Jace opens his eyes and stares at Alec’s face. He still looks pale and drawn and there are dark smudges under his eyes, but his lips finally lost their bluish tint. He’s breathing easily now, the deep wounds in his chest are closed and broken bones set and healing. He’s still all bruised on the inside but he’ll live. He’ll stay. He won’t leave Jace. And Jace won’t leave him.

Parabatai. Jace’s parabatai. Jace whispers the word, trying it out. It tastes like home, safe and warm. Jace’s father always warned him never to give power over himself to others. And to become someone’s parabatai would mean to give that person ultimate power. But there’s no one, not one person in the world whom Jace trusts more than Alec, not even himself. 

He squeezes Alec’s hand and Alec turns his head towards him in his sleep, sighing a little. Jace smiles. Yes, this feels right. Tomorrow, he’ll ask Alec to become his parabatai. And hopefully, Alec will agree.