#everyone simps for carmilla

[mentha-vacciniumrainbow]

This was actually one of the first ones I made, and could have been better... but it's still cute, so I'll share!

[voxisdaddy]

Fingers

(NSFW RAMBLING)

I’m not a Carmilla Simp, I’m so sorry but like I barely cared about her during my first watch of the series, but those hands? Compared to the little bitty witty fingers everyone else seems to have—or sharp and dangerous ass claws? Respectfully, and down very badly, I want her to finger me. That’s it, that’s the post.

Also LOOK at that cunty ass walk? Oh my god. And the hair down? YEEEESSSSS. I love her with her hair up, she be looking so powerful and it gives her a nice silhouette, but hair down Carmilla is just—mwah~!!💋

Oh and that little waist and the thick thighs/ass?? I’ve personally never got the full appeal of wanting a woman to sit on someone’s face but AJFJGLFHFGAPRIFHARDHAKFJSW—

Going feral like please Carmilla fucking suffocate me with your thighs! I wanna pop up in Heaven with one hell of a “how I died and got redeemed” story to tell the other angels I swear.

I’m a straight woman by the way. For her though? Pffft idc 😭💀

[astraaa3]

A Vaggie or Carmilla x fem reader smut? If that’s okay!

A/N: Y'all I'm so sorry for the late responses. I had exams. T>T Anywayyys, I'll try grinding out all of the requests asaap. Thank you so much for the request hyenalover2630. <3 Also, an unrelated sidenote my roommate (I live in the college dorms) is not so silently judging me for being a degenerate. But she's one as well, and besides the anime simping she simps for K-pop girls groups as well. (the two of us are the K-pop and metalhead roommates trope and it's hilarious). Anywayys, back to the degenerate shit everyone is here to read, hope you enjoy it.

Note: Still looking for someone to proofread the mess I write because I ain't letting my roommate read it. (she already peeps on my laptop I do not need further mortification). Feedback is greatly appreciated and welcomed.

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Carmilla x Fem!Reader (Smut shot)

Carmilla seems like a usually gentle lover, like, she'll make sure both of you end up satisfied by the end of your love-making.

That said, "usually" doesn't mean always. When she comes back home irritated she will make full use of having a lover to calm down (of course, with your enthusiastic consent; we love a respectful queen)

Depending on the nuances of annoyed versus mad, she will get you to do different things for her.

If she is mad, well, she doesn't want to risk hurting you, she is a powerful overlord after all, and as much as she respects you, she knows you are still weaker than her. So, when she is truly mad, she will ask you to bring her a drink and as she calms down sipping from her glass, she'd have you sit on your knees beside her chair, her free hand stroking your head. Once she's calmed down, she will absolutely cuddle in bed with you, as she tells you all about what happened that day.

If she is annoyed, more specifically, if you are the one to annoy her, well, she has multiple ways of shutting you up. Most of the time you'd end up with your head buried between her thighs, a toy shoved up your pussy as you struggle to concentrate on eating her out. (to be furthered on ;] )

Carmilla is the QUEEN of aftercare. No matter how little time she has until she has to get started on paperwork, you can bet your sweet little ass that she will pamper you. And in turn, you'll give her a back massage. (with how much she stands bent over paperwork her back hurts a lot, so when your hands rub the knots away, she can't help but let her more vulnerable side out, letting out small moans and grunts of relief as your hands to their magic)

The two of you mostly have sex in your shared soundproofed bedroom. Carmilla loves her daughters a lot, so she doesn't want to risk them hearing the two of you going at it. On a few occasions, the two of you would make out or at most do some over-the-clothes grinding in her office. Anywhere else is a nope, she has a reputation to uphold and it's already mortifying enough that Zestial caught the two of you making out in her office once. (that is a story for another time; let's just say it ended up with you flushing furiously and running out of Carmilla's office with a squeaked-out apology)

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The Smut-shot

You were laying on the couch grinning like a fool while spamming the hell out of Carmilla's phone with random texts, memes, pics, voice messages, calls, and gifs. Your lover (or as you have her on your phone: wifey) has been busy with work these last few days. The extermination counter shortening, the secret to killing angels, and her business were taking up a lot of her time as she was planning for the worst-case scenario. You understood why she was so stressed. After all, you loved her and you loved her daughters like they were your own children. You were scared for their safety as well. That said, right now you were more worried about Carmilla. She spent the last few nights in her office, planning out every possible and impossible situation. So, you decided to do what you do best: get her attention. And like the annoying idiot you could be, you decided to spam her until she had to come home.

Your wishes become a reality pretty quickly as Carmilla storms inside the room.

"Our room. Now." she says her eyebrows furrowed as she stomps towards your bedroom, her heels clacking as she walks.

You follow after her, giggling. As you close the door to your bedroom behind you she presses you against the wall, claiming your mouth in a searing kiss before you can get any excuses out of your mouth. Her hand slips under your pajama pants and panties, her fingers quickly finding your entrance as she wastes no time before burying one of her fingers inside of your cunt. The finger curls up pressing up against a sweet spot that makes you whine into the kiss, your hips wiggling as you try to get more of that feeling. Her other hand, however, pins your hips in place. Her finger still making back-and-forth motions inside of you Carmilla breaks the kiss looking at you with an annoyed look.

"I will not hear any words that are not a safeword out of you today. Alright? No whines, no pleads, no nothing. You will lay on the bed like a good girl, you will eat me out and if I feel like you deserve it, maybe I will let you cum. Am I understood, love?" she says pulling her hand out of your pants.

You nod with a pout as you go to lie down on the bed shrugging off your pants and blouse. Carmilla heads to one of your toy drawers pulling out a bullet vibrator. You glare at the toy like it personally offended you since it was one of the toys that had a broader range of vibrations. Aka, more ways for your lover to make you regret spamming the shit out of her phone.

You muffle a whine a she sticks up the lubed-out vibrator into your pussy, mock-glaring at her as she quickly retracts her hand from your folds. The moment she lays down on the bed you lay your head onto one of her thighs trying to give her your best kicked-puppy look. Laughing she strokes your hair motioning you forward towards her folds as she starts up the vibrator.

"You know there is no chance of me falling for that sweetheart. Now, get to it before I decide that you being a crying mess is my new favorite look on you," she says her hand brushing off a stray strand from your forehead.

You kiss your way up her thighs, giving them small butterfly kisses and soft bites, making your way to her pussy, pressing a few soft kisses to her clit before pressing your tongue between her folds your tongue expertly running up and around her hole before moving your way back up to her clit lavishing it with attention. Apparently, you still being able to have some technique to your eating out was not a good thing since Carmilla suddenly turned up the vibrator to the max. You cry out, your voice muffled between her thighs. You struggle to keep your composure licking and sucking desperately at her folds your head becoming a fuzzy mess as Carmilla keeps altering the settings of the vibrator. You lap at her messily, your teary eyes looking up at her, small whining noises leaving your mouth. She smiles at you, her face flushed from pleasure, her hand grabs the back of your head pushing your head up toward her clit, and like a starving person you latch onto it licking and sucking desperately. Her thighs squeeze around your hand as she cums, turning off the vibrator before you can do the same. Carmilla pants smirking as she sees your teary-eyed face. She pulls you up pushing your head between her breasts. Pulling out the vibrator she replaces it with her fingers massaging your clit before two of them find their way inside of you. She tilts up your head kissing you as her fingers quickly bring you to your own orgasm. Panting you lay your head on her chest as she cuddles you.

"I know I have been busy with work darling, but you can always say you want to spend time together instead of blowing up my phone." Carmilla mutters out sleepily her days of constant work finally catching up to her.

You nod pressing a quick peck to her lips as you hug her, her warm body lulling you to sleep.

[beevean]

So I just had a realization about Lenore and her ring.

The common argument from the "Lenore did nothing wrong" crowd is that she just had to do what she did. She had to slip that ring on Hector's finger to ensure that he wouldn't hurt the sisters, and by doing so, she made sure that he'd live a comfy life, not stuck in a cell. So really, she was only looking out for his well being! She was being a diplomat and making everyone happy!

Right?

"These are slave rings. One of them found its way on to Hector’s hand while he was swearing his loyalty to me."

The ring, when you think about it, functions in a weird way. The bearer has to pledge loyalty to the owner: thus, the bearer has to consent to being enslaved. This already makes the ring redundant. But fine, let's say that the function is to make sure that the bearer doesn't change their mind later on.

Does the bearer has to mean those words? Or do they just need to pronounce them, no matter their state of mind? That I don't know. What I do know, is that Lenore spent the whole season buttering Hector up:

"So… what do you want?"

"Oh, I don't have to lie to you. I have no interest in faith. Faith makes for terrible diplomacy. This is simply commerce. In commerce, we don't have to have faith in each other, do we? We don't have to guess. It's simple. There are rules. I give you something, you give me something."

And this, from their scene in the balcony (Episode 6) that I can't find a clip of:

Lenore: Does it hurt? Hector: No. It just reminds me of the last time someone put a collar on me. Lenore: In Braila? Hector: When Carmilla almost killed me. Lenore: Well, she does have a temper. But she would never have meant to kill you. Hector: No. Because she needs me to be her forgemaster slave. Lenore: No, because if she'd meant to kill you, you would quite simply be dead. Hector: Hmph. Lenore: And if she'd meant to torture you, you would have arrived here carrying your guts in both hands with a spike up your arse. Hector: I suppose that's true. I mean, I can see her doing it. In nightmares and such. Lenore: She does have a temper, but she's logical. She never lets it run away with her to the point of, oh, I don't know, condemning the entire human race to death? Just a recent example of what being genuinely insane with murderous rage looks like. Hector: All right. Lenore: You may not have been treated like a boy king on your way here, but you did show up alive. Hector: Might have been nice, though. Lenore: Have you considered that you're only alive because you listened to Carmilla back in Dracula's castle? Hector: I hadn't. She tricked me. Lenore: I don't think she did. I think she made complete sense to you, and you felt guilty, understandably, about how it all played out. Hector: She made me betray Dracula. Lenore: No, she didn't. She showed you the old man was insane, and she saved you from the consequences. Nobody here wants to harm you. We just don't quite trust you yet. Hector: Trust me? Lenore: You did try to hurt me, Hector.

She made a whole show about listening to him, trying to cater to his needs like his desire for new shoes, actually asking him what he really wants; she tried her best to convince him that his situation wasn't so bad after all, and Carmilla was a better master than Dracula, a saner one.

By all means, it looked like Hector was well on route to agree to work for them on his own volition. By that point, Lenore had beaten over his head that Dracula was stupid and used him, but Carmilla, bad temper aside, would be a more just master. Had Lenore kept the ruse, I'm sure Hector would have, as fans love to joke, "simped" for her and given in.

Ironically, it's exactly what the sisters chewed Carmilla for: ruining a perfectly good manipulation game by hurting Hector at the end and breaking his trust for shit and giggles. Because we love creative writing.

But alright, Lenore wanted to be absolutely sure that Hector wouldn't turn on them, and perhaps show her sisters that he could be trusted. That ring was there mostly as an ensurance. It would have broken Hector's trust once more, but it would have made the sisters happy - you know, the compromise she talked about.

So… why didn't she slip her ring as they were talking? They ended up sitting side by side: Hector was comfortable enough to be close to her. By this point, she literally could have asked him to swear loyalty to her while talking, and he would have done it!

Instead, she lied by pretending she's no longer confident in the council plans, and switched mid-speech from "I'm loyal to my sisters, so I can't let you go" to "What we're doing is wrong, so we can flee together". which i still think it's one of the stupidest examples of writing.txt in the script, but that's besides the point

She wanted sex from the get-go. She came with the ring in her pocket, a comfortable blanket, and immediately changed tactics to say something she never would have said before. Not only she wanted sex, but she wanted to deliberately lower Hector's guard, so that he would "swear loyalty" while not in his right mind (because his judgment was clouded by arousal at best). She knew this. This was deliberate. She wanted this exact situation, to make sure that Hector would be not in his right mind, and also to get that nice hecock as a reward for her efforts.

At this point, I can safely say Lenore crossed the line from selfishness into cruelty, and no justification, nothing about her diplomacy, or how she secretly was fond of Hector and wanted to "keep him safe", can hold any water.

And by the way, this makes her act rape, since Hector was not in his right state of mind (you know, since he was effectively tortured and psychologically beaten down through lies, manipulation and humiliation) and had no idea about the ring's existence so he could not consent to it. Just so that we're clear, since some people seem to unironically believe in the "not if you enjoyed it" rationalization.

[monochromatictoad]

❤ 💚 💙 💖 💔 💕 (Casltevania, either mainline or LoS!)

♥️ was answered here!

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

I mentioned Gabriel's personality before, but I'll do Marie for this one. I don't feel like many understand her personality beyond her being the one who holds Dracul's leash. She is a kind, but flawed woman. She lied to her love, only because she was given no choice. She's not a fridged wife. Marie has character, she has so much going for her, and I hate when people write Gabriel like he hates her for lying to him.

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think?

Uhh... I guess Satan? But honestly, I can count on both hands how many people I've seen simp for LoS characters, and there aren't that many characters to begin with, lol.

💖: What is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series?

It's a good story and deserves more credit than it receives. I know the gameplay is strange and many mainline fans were not big on the changes it brought forth, but the thing is, it's not trying to be part of the mainline. I know it's technically considered a reboot, but it doesn't feel like one. It is its own thing, separate from the mainline, and it doesn't try to be more than that.

Unlike a certain show.

💔: If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

Hmmm... Probably Guido Szandor. I know I complain about LoS2 Carmilla, but genuinely, I can kinda excuse her for being an illusion of the Castle trying to keep Dracul. Guido is only there to summon Satan, and that's it. He serves no other purpose. You don't fight him, talk to him, nothing. The final acolyte, who is supposed to be the strongest, and yet... He doesn't even feel like a major character, even though he's the eldest son of Satan.

💕: What is an unpopular ship that you like?

Mate, I'm a multi shipper, in a fandom that literally has the married couple as the main ship. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who has written for most of the ships I write about lol. Probably, if we don't include ships like Macul or Isaaculcard, probably Gabastle.

[i-am-trying-my-best-okay]

It's important to me that more people read this series called Wicked Academia by Jasmine Jenkins and Sophie Suliman.

So it follows the perspective the Greywick triplets, whose father, killed during the massive vampire attack three years ago, gave them one single instruction; don't let people see them on the nights with no moon. So of course, it starts off with them breaking that rule due to shenanigans.

This has them end up as part of a prophesy and begining their attendance at the academy in the sky, where to gain your magic a star must choose you and you must swallow it. The triplets learn more of their origins and their 'father', and yet it feels as if they aren't told the full story.

Everyone at the academy seems to have ulterior motives, and the Greywick siblings try to find their place in it all whilst they're trying to find a cure for Vivian's 'illness'. There's also that whole thing of their Godly heritage and how their older brother went down in history as one of the most evil beings to exist and his former lover is still out and about causing havoc and how Timothée looks just like said older brother. So there's that.

As for the characters:

Timothée Greywick:

Has a tendency to turn everything into a disaster.

Low key stole a fake witch's cat.

Often fails to make friends so he reads.

Daydreams of heroic tales but is slowly entering his villian era.

Vivian Greywick:

Secrety a vampire that has no memory of the event.

A hopeless romantic that falls for the one guy she probably shouldn't.

Likes to charge into fights with no fighting experience.

Looks like she's a breeze away from death but can break your bones with a flick of her wrist.

Marion Greywick:

Appointed self preservation of her and her siblings.

Has a habit of being in denial of both her past and her feelings.

The only one actively trying to solve her and her siblings problems.

Can and will shove you out of the way and blame you for it.

Valentine Sun:

Likes projecting his feelings by being an asshole.

Secretive past that is hinted at.

Pretty but will plot your murder.

Top of his class and has a business of giving other students amnesia potions.

Darius Störmberg:

The prince with an obsessive revenge quest and a possible savior complex.

Would very much like to genocide all the vampires due to the slaughter of his family.

Major simp energy.

Seems unaware of the tension surrounding his friend group despite being at the center of it.

Khalid Ali Bagheeri:

Upset about political shenanigans and might be plotting against it.

Manipulates and lies upon every word he utters.

An inventor that can't fight and won't try to.

Cracks jokes in both regular scenarios and life or death scenarios.

Carmilla Vladimirovna

Is also a bit ticked about political shenanigans and is also plotting.

Is the drama.

Seems to have layers upon layers of schemes.

Chills in the background only to show up with the most out of pocket ideas.

There's only two books out right now but there's another one on the way. I think it's meant to be a trilogy. Pls read it.

[yamchaisawesome]

Conclusion: you all are simping over Carmilla and Husk.

Gonna go for either Rosie or Husk. We dunno how he was before he got his soul swindled. Maybe he treated his souls like shit before he realized what that does to a guy, who knows.

Out of everyone we’ve seen own souls, Rosie is probably the nicest. She helps out the cannibals in her town (who she seems to own).

[thelittlestlibertine]

I just remembered that one super realistic dream I had where I was falling asleep in Carmilla's arms and she was constantly telling everyone to be quiet, and i could feel her breathing and all of that, AND THEN I WOKE UP FROM THE ALARM CLOCK AND STARTED CRYING THAT IT WASN'T REAL

And I proceeded to do it for 20 minutes before finally getting up

Still get kinda sad when I think about it

Yes I'm a simp and very touch-starved how did ya know

[the-t-boy-king]

I just want to say this again. Please appreciate the other actors in Carmilla. Annie, Sharon, Matt, Nicole and the others help breath life into the show. Annie's scene where she's the Dean and she's desperately calling out to her lover only to find out it's too late is heart breaking. All of Matt's scenes is just heartwarming. Kaitlyn being heart to Laf is amazing. Nicole being able to balance out Mel's softer side and cynical side is just splendid. Sophia made Mattie actually feel like she was thousands of years old and has seen everything and yet made it believable that she can still be impulsive at times. Sophia also made me simp over a character who would step on me without a second thought.

Everyone pored their heart and soul into Carmilla. I hate seeing Natasha and Elise getting all the praise.

[mentha-vacciniumrainbow]

Me and @tanema123 are at it again! This time based on a sims' playthrough of one of the Zestmilla server member, @awesomemimi93 ... I hope you are in the mood for some spicy Zestmilla. I tried to stay true to the original while giving a personal twist! Enjoy!

[theo-la-dora]

Gravity

Carmilla/ High School AU / Hollstein

Read here or on AO3

Every school has some sort of legend.

Be it the principal’s secret underground cult performing satanic rituals in the cellar below the theatre or the girl’s athletics team functioning as a cover for a pack of werewolves or just that corridor on the third floor where no light bulb seems to work fucking ever and even just thinking about it gives you the creeps.

Or you know, the library.

Carmilla Karnstein, for example, is Silas High’s very own legend – all dark and venom-tongued, scratchy voice and curse-laced poetry – and much like the third-floor corridor or the library, even thinking about her has students shiver with uneasiness. Perhaps her smile is too sharp, her teeth a little too gleaming. Perhaps her touch is too cool or her words too old. Or perhaps, just perhaps people simply like a good story.

So, when Laura Hollis shows up a few weeks into her senior year, people see a bright smile and a bubbly personality and immediately think good girl, think pink lips and lace collars, an ‘of course, Daddy’ and a curtsey. The Hollis girl, though, is a force to be reckoned with and she tells off Kirsch and Eisen for being pigs, comes out as gay, befriends half the school (and Kirsch after he apologizes) and joins the cheerleading team with an expressive backflip in less than a day and when she walks into her comparative literature class that same afternoon, every single person in the room knows her by name.

And when she walks up to the empty chair next to Karnstein’s desk and asks if the place is occupied, everyone seems to collectively stop moving.

Karnstein, though… The dark-haired girl looks up with a hooded gaze, tongue between her teeth and lets her eyes slowly assess the newcomer.

“Depends,” she says, “do you plan on being annoying? Because you look like it, sweetheart.”

“People tend to find me rather vexing,” Hollis replies cheerfully and holds up her lunchbox. “So… cupcakes?”

Taking a long, silent look from the offered pastries to the bright smile on the girl’s face during which the whole class quite possibly forgets to breathe, Karnstein finally picks one up, pink, glittery frosting coating black painted nails before she bites in.

“I guess you’ll do, creampuff,” she says after a full minute and removes her combat boot clad foot from the desired chair, still licking frosting from her lips.  

Hollis just smiles and sits down to the furious whispers of students around them that Cochrane tries to quieten rather unsuccessfully.

That day another legend is born.

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“What are you writing?”

The answering look she gets from Karnstein is probably supposed to be deadly, but Laura is unfazed. “You look like a cat when you do that,” she informs the dark-haired girl who doesn’t look like she appreciates the comment.

“I can scratch like one, too.”

“Really?” With absolutely no concept of personal boundaries Laura takes the hand currently not busy with scribbling in a worn notebook and inspects the splintered black nail polish. “Looks pretty tamed to me.”

Her new seatmate blinks slowly, the afternoon sun catching in her eyelashes. “Are you trying to tell me something, cupcake?”

“My nails are short, too.”

“Devastating revelation there, sweetheart.”

The blonde girl opens her Veronica Mars themed folder and, picking up a sharp pencil, subsequently pokes her seatmate in the side. “Laura. My name is Laura.”

“Well, that’s nice.” She sounds like it’s anything but, so Laura takes her pencil and pokes her again – this time with the sharp bit.

“Ouch – fuck, are you trying to stab me with that?” The girl looks an interesting mix between feral and deeply offended and her enraged hiss even garners Cochrane’s attention who opens her mouth to chastise them, but then recognizes Karnstein’s face and Laura’s flushed smile, gulps and turns away as if nothing happened.

“What was that for?”

“You were ignoring me,” Laura informs her primly and the other girl snorts. “Usually people reply with their own names in an introduction. It’s only polite.”

“So, I don’t conform to your socially crafted views on good and bad once and almost get killed for it?”

“Are you a vampire then?” Laura asks curiously.

“Would I really be sitting here, tied up in this godforsaken class if I was?” The girl’s smile is provocative before it melts into a more suggestive smirk. It makes Laura blush. “Could be though, if you wanted me to.”

She gets the pencil for that again and while she’s angrily muttering under her breath about murder sadly not being a socially accepted option, Laura just shakes her head disapprovingly.

“You could have just told me your name, you know? Less painful for everyone involved.”

Karnstein scowls at her, ready to say something decidedly rude when Laura raises the pencil again and it mellows into a glower. “Carmilla,” she finally spits out. “My name is Carmilla. And didn’t you say you were not annoying?”

“Nope.” Laura just grins proudly, satisfied with the results.

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No one knows how it happened.

One day the two girls are just sitting next to each other in comparative literature – a class that attracts a suspiciously large audience in the hallways betting on the possible bloody outcome expected yet never met each time, the next Hollis drags small, dark and broody across half the cafeteria to force her to sit down with her, Perry and Lafontaine and while even the teachers wait for Karnstein to pull out the knife rumored to be hidden in her right boot, the girl just growls a bit menacingly behind her sunglasses and Kipling textbook before stealing the cookies off Hollis’ tray.

The glasses are Hollis’ before the meal’s over.

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“You look ridiculous, cupcake.”

“Says the girl wearing leather pants and a matching jacket when it’s about thirty degrees outside.” Laura blinks at the other girl over the rim of the stolen sunglasses that cover half her face and threaten to slip off her nose. “Honestly, how are you even alive?”

“By drinking the blood of my enemies,” Carmilla quips without looking up from her textbook. They’re sitting below an old oak tree outside the school building while the last students are leaving, the sounds of distant laughter and cars rushing off dying down until only a faint breeze remains.

“Oh, I heard about that.” Laura lets her chin rest on her propped-up knees and peers up at Carmilla with a small smile on her face, the glasses still on. “Corn syrup and food coloring, right?”

“What makes you think it wasn’t real blood, cutie?”

“Well, was it?”

Carmilla stills for a second before turning a page in her book. “You’re a curious one.”

“Is that a statement or a question?”

“Are you bringing out the pencils again? Because in that case, yes it was real blood and if you keep being annoying, you’re next.”

Laura squints up at her through the oversized glasses as if she’s solving a complex math problem. “Liar,” she finally says and it sounds almost fond.

The other girl looks up, her eyes catching the way the small hairs at the nape of Laura’s neck curl due to the heat and then immediately back down. “Yeah,” she drawls. “You’re definitely next.”

“I still got your sunglasses though.”

“So, this is extortion rather than just plain robbery?”

Laura’s smile is impish and she bites her lip before she replies. “What, I thought you gave them to me out of the goodness of your heart?”

“Do I look like a good person to you, sweetheart?” Carmilla bares her teeth in the facsimile of a smile, her canines just that bit too sharp in the way they catch the sunlight to be human and it’s obvious from the wariness in her eyes that she’s expecting Laura to jump up and run away screaming.

Laura, however, leans in curiously, tongue peeking out as she focuses on Carmilla’s face and while the object of her interest visibly holds her breath, Laura pokes the sharp tooth with her index finger as if to test that it’s real.

“What the fuck?” The dark-haired girl reels back, utter bewilderment written plainly across her face. “Do you want to get bitten, cupcake?”

Laura just grins smugly. “Yeah,” she says, putting the sunglasses back on Carmilla’s nose where they promptly slip off and drop to her lips. “You’re very scary.”

“I am death,” Carmilla protests, sounding almost petulant while her eyes flicker from Laura to her book and back as if she’s unsure what to focus on.

“Well then death is going to give me a ride home,” Laura announces, jumping up before motioning for Carmilla to do the same.

The girl just blinks at her slowly. “I’m not going to give you a ride, cutie.”

“Sure you are,” Laura calls over her shoulder while marching down the sidewalk towards the parking lot where a black motorcycle is the only vehicle left behind. “I made cupcakes.”

“This is not-” Carmilla growls frustrated, but gets up anyway, all the while cursing under her breath about tiny, annoying High School girls, the pro and cons to murder and why extortion is only fun when you’re the one doing it. When she finally arrives at her own damn motorcycle, Laura’s smile is smug and threatens to melt off her face from the oppressing heat.

“One word,” Carmilla threatens as she pushes her helmet over the blonde’s head, knocking it a few times just for good measure.

“Scared you’ll lose your air of mystery?”

Carmilla glowers before climbing on the bike, Laura behind her and clinging to her back. “I’m afraid I already did.”

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In the ensuing weeks, Laura Hollis is the bright sun next to Karnstein’s perpetual rain cloud and she drags her everywhere from cheerleading practice to lunch to GSA meetings with a bright smile and a box of cookies. She even makes her attend the newspaper club once, which –

It’s a complete disaster.

According to other members, Karnstein shows up with a baseball bat of undefined origin, a tome of Sumerian legends under her arm and the girl’s mere presence has the whole club practically shaking in their shoes with one freshman girl jumping out of the window as if it’s Mushroom Apocalypse 2.0 and the rest hiding behind their desks.

Laura simply replaces the baseball bat with candy, steals a pen from between Karnstein’s fingers and with a fresh, new notebook opened on her desk, she glances expectantly at the cowering students.

It goes downhill from there.

Because when they try and get on with the meeting, Karnstein keeps interrupting them with crude jokes and inappropriate renditions of the Twilight Zone theme when Natalie starts talking about the dreams she’s been having as a pitch for an article on spiritual awakening and only stops when Laura signs them both up for research on missing freshmen students in the library.

The rest of the club hopes that at least one of them gets sucked into the online catalogue.

They don’t.

+++

“So… you’re aware that Karnstein’s sleeping in your bed, right?” Lafontaine phrases the question as if they expect Laura to be surprised by that fact, but the girl just looks up from her laptop where she’s furiously editing her lit class essay, shoots a fond look at the mess of dark hair that’s peeking out from underneath her Doctor Who themed blanket and turns back to her screen with a shake of her head.

“Laura?” Lafontaine asks worriedly, still standing in the doorway with their laptop under one arm and a bowl of snacks in the other. They were supposed to study for midterms, but having Silas unholy nightmare in their friend’s bedroom was not a good recipe for concentration. “Karnstein’s. In. Your bed.”

“Yeah,” Laura mutters, shoving a chocolate chip cookie into her mouth. “She just showed up a few nights ago, climbed in through the window and stole my pillow.”

“And you just what… let her?”

“Hit her with a spatula actually. Thought she was a vampire with all the window climbing, eyeliner and nocturnal sleep schedule, you know?”

“Yes!” Lafontaine’s voice sounds choked and on the verge of panic. “Vampire! Can we talk about that for a moment?”

“Talk about what?” Laura asks distractedly, a small frown line appearing between her brows as she peruses a particularly difficult passage – Beowulf has never been her friend, despite Kirsch’s enthusiasm for the book.

“Your roommate being a vampire?”

“What?”

“I mean the whole school has known that since the blood-in-the-milk-containers-cafeteria thing last year, but still…”

“That was just corn syrup and food coloring.”

“It wasn’t! I took samples, okay?”

Laura swivels around on her chair and looks Lafontaine dead in the eye. “Laf, the girl went to school with leftover cheerios in her hair yesterday because she has no idea how to eat properly. There’s no way she’s…”

The intro to My Chemical Romance’ ‘I Never Told You What I Do For A Living’ interrupts them and has both turn to look at the bed. First there’s some growling, then movement and then a pale hand sneaks out of the blanket’s confines, closely followed by a crunched-up nose and even more dark hair.

“Hello?” Carmilla croaks into her phone once she’s finally picked it up and Laura can’t help but smile at the way she stretches like a cat after a long nap. “Oh Hallo, Mattie. Was zur Hölle willst du denn jetzt schon wieder? Ich hab noch geschlafen – Nein, ich bin nicht zur Hause. Und nein, ich bin nicht auf einem Baum eingeschlafen. Das war einmal, okay? Hör auf mir das vorzuhalten.“ The girl flops back down on the bed with a groan while Laura and Lafontaine continue watching with interest. “Ne großartige Schwester bist du. Wirklich (1).”

“Is that German?” Lafontaine asks, curious despite their overwhelming fear.

Laura snorts and nods. “She thinks she’s being mysterious. One time I asked her what she told her sister because it sounded rather interesting and she just kept on turning up the volume on the stereo system.”

Carmilla glares at her at that and sticks out her tongue while listening to the other person on the line.

“Never should have allowed her to use her phone as a remote,” Laura mutters, chewing on yet another cookie. “With great power comes great responsibility. Remember that.”

“Was soll das heißen, die Pakete sind noch nicht angekommen? Die sollten doch schon vor zwei Wochen eintreffen. Ich hab Leute, die auf die Ware warten, Mattie…,” Carmilla slips out of the bed wearing only an oversized shirt that seems to be one of Laura’s and a pair of shorts. “Wie unglücklich. War es denn wirklich notwendig ihm alle Finger zu brechen? Zwei hätten nicht gereicht, oder wie? Nein… was soll das heißen? Ich werd nicht weich – und sie ist kein Spielzeug, Mattie. Ich lass nicht zu, dass du ihr wehtust.” The girl shoots Laura a look that turns from anxious to resolute in less than a second. “Darauf kannst du lange warten. Ja, wirklich. Sie ist was Besonderes, okay? Okay (2).”

She takes a deep breath before ending the call and marching out of the room, hesitating for just a second before she leaves for the bathroom. Lafontaine watches her go and then turns to Laura who is once again engrossed by her essay.

“What was that?” they ask, feeling like they’ve just stepped out of a rollercoaster ride with no idea how they got there.

“Carmilla in the morning,” Laura replies. “Or, you know, Wednesday afternoon.”

“So, this is a regular thing then?”

“She’s been here most nights. Usually she climbs in through the window around three a.m. and just kind of crashes. I told her to use the door, but she insists on being dramatic.”

“No, I just enjoy getting hit by a spatula,” a sleepy voice drawls and then Carmilla’s back, placing a steaming Tardis cup full of cocoa on Laura’s desk. “I have to take care of something. Try not do something stupid until I get back, okay?”

Occupied by the prospect of sugar and chocolate, Laura only nods, manages a grateful smile and blushes when Carmilla’s sleepy expression turns into a smirk as she pulls off the shirt she slept in to get dressed in something black, ripped or lace covered.

It takes Lafontaine a full five minutes to get Laura back into a functioning, talking mode after Carmilla takes off – through the open window – with a drawled ‘See you, cupcake’ and even then, she’s blushing like a fire engine for almost a full hour until Lafontaine finally has enough.

“It seems to me like it’s not the vampire part of the equation that we should discuss,” they sigh, closing the neurobiology textbook for now.

“Huh?” Laura looks up from whatever Carmilla-induced daze she’s been caught in. “I told you, Laf, she’s really not scary. She never cleans anything, she doesn’t know how to eat without making an honest to god mess and she drags in a lot of… freaky stuff. I mean, she once brought a full on medieval sword with her and wouldn’t tell me where she got it.” A pause. “You don’t think she stole it, do you?”

“Yeah, crushes on vampires.”

“I do not-”

“Oh, you so do.”

+++

The reality of this is:

Karnstein is just not a legend at Silas High because of her questionable human origins and her tendency to glare at anyone that’s not a five-foot tall blonde with a sugar addiction, but because she’s literally running an underground black market at the school for everything ranging from blackmail to drugs to more… questionable artifacts. And despite the collective knowledge, no one has ever been able to pin anything on her. Rumor has it that she’s got contacts to the higher ups in organized crime, that she’s being trained to take over as the red, right hand for her sister after graduation and when the girl smiles and plays the knife game with an actual knife while waiting on the bleachers for cheerleading practice to be over, no student has trouble believing it.

What proves to be more of a problem is understanding why on earth Karnstein’s morally reprehensive tendencies don’t seem to be much of a bother to Hollis. The knife game episode for example that has Lola Perry on the verge of a nervous meltdown – the last one involved her yelling at their history teacher, Vordenburg, for almost half an hour until the man was just a weeping mess barely held together by his suit – apparently only garners an eye roll from Hollis and the request to “stop stealing the kitchen knives, I’m making Thai Curry for dinner”. This then evolves into the two girls bickering about whether Karnstein should help her cut the vegetables, actually be present at said dinner and potentially meet Hollis’ father until most in the audience feel like they’ve stepped into an alternative universe and Danny Lawrence finally has enough and as Cheer Captain feels authorized enough to march halfway up the bleachers and yell at the Hollis girl to stop playing around with the enemy, because “she’s fucking dangerous, Laura, don’t you see that?”

The air around them freezes in that second and the world itself stops, tilts sideways and then comes crashing down in all its destructive glory.

It’s not Karnstein throwing the explosives, although the girl does grip the knife in her hands just that bit tighter, her expression making that infinitesimal transition from playfully to actually murderous, but Hollis herself who steps up in front of Danny threateningly, her back to Karnstein as if the girl needs protection of all things and continues to verbally eviscerate the redhead by pointing out how hypocritical, suffocating and downright patronizing she’s acting while the dark-haired girl behind her can’t help but smirk. Hollis then threatens to quit cheerleading altogether, because “I don’t need a Dad, Danny” before grabbing Karnstein’s hand and dragging her towards the parking lot with the whole damn school watching them.

No one dares to question their… relationship after that.

+++

“Come on, cupcake. Just stop there for a second before you run over even more freshmen. Not that I care, but, you know, you might regret it later.”

“I am. So. Angry,” Laura spits out and swivels around to face Carmilla who takes a quick inventory of an erratic heat beat, a flushed face and eyes that glint with fury before schooling her face back into apathy.  

“Yeah, I kind of took that from you blowing up in Xena’s face back there. I mean damn, Liebling, warn a girl before you go full on Peggy Carter on someone.”

“Would you’ve really kept me from yelling at Danny?” The fury is replaced with skepticism for a second and Carmilla can’t help but snort.

“God no, that was far too enjoyable. Did you see her face?”

Guilt twists Laura’s mouth, but it’s quickly overshadowed by her indignation. “She was way out of line,” she mutters, tugging uncomfortably on the hem of her uniform. It’s late October, almost November by now, but still warm enough that she doesn’t require a jacket. “Danny had no right to say all these awful things about you, Carm.”

“Well, she’s not wrong.” Carmilla meant to say it lightheartedly, but Laura’s having exactly none of that.

“You’re not dangerous,” she spits out and even in her cheerleading uniform, pompoms still clutched in one hand, she’s rather… intimidating.

“Is that so?” Carmilla asks, a lazy smile tugging on her lips. She puts the knife back into the heel of her boot and takes a step closer to Laura.

The girl looks flustered. “I… ah… yes!” Her eyes flicker between her left foot and the empty space a few inches above Carmilla’s head and don’t meet the other girl’s gaze. “You’re… you’re Carm. You quote pretentious philosophers from centuries ago whenever you try to be evasive and you sleep like a cat, always and everywhere, and sometimes when you angle your head just so, I could swear you really are one and you… you make fun of the shows I watch, but you still keep up with them and you,” determination slips into her voice as she curls her hands into fists, cheeks bright red, “you’re not dangerous, okay?”

When she finally does look up, Carmilla’s face is a strange mixture of utter bewilderment and delight, but mostly just an honest sort of confusion that suddenly makes her look very young and very, very vulnerable.

“O- Okay?” It’s the first time that Laura’s seen Carmilla anything but confident and when a telltale blush spreads on the pale girl’s cheeks, she can’t help the smile bubbling up inside of her.

“Great,” she squeaks and before she can think it over, she gets on her tip toes and presses a kiss to Carmilla’s partly opened lips. “So… does that mean you’ll have dinner with me and my Dad now?”

“I… what?”

“Oh, come on. It’s not like the two of you haven’t met yet. I know all about your little heart to hearts in the kitchen over cocoa and my Dad showing you all those embarrassing baby photos, don’t even try to deny it.” And with that Laura bounces off to the waiting motor cycle, leaving behind a flustered Carmilla who shakes her head with a small smile, fingers pressed to still tingling lips.

“You’re killing me, Hollis.”

+++

After that, they’re even more inseparable and everyone is left betting as to their relationship status until little freshman Sarah Jane catches them snogging behind the bleachers one day and is promptly scarred for life when Karnstein mimes chopping off her head with one finger.

Half the school then promptly decides that as disturbing as this revelation is, it’s also strangely fitting and possibly the cutest thing since unusual animal friendships and some poor sod even makes a fan page about them which –

He doesn’t survive very long.

The other half is even more concerned after said boy shows up to school one morning babbling about “knives, a whole room full of knives!” and needs to be forcefully sedated by the school nurse. Danny Lawrence who’s quietly resigned from the cheerleading team without naming a reason just grounds her teeth and glares daggers at Karnstein’s arm around Hollis’ shoulders, but refrains from speaking.

The newspaper club, however, does not.

They’re not quite as stupid as openly accusing Karnstein, but they’ve spent too many meetings in fear of the baseball bat that the girl keeps bringing around and so they assign Hollis to research embezzlement charges against the vice principal, knowing full well that Karnstein’s little underground market will pop up sooner or later.

And when a couple of days later, they do see Hollis marching down the school yard with a deep frown on her face and a stack of papers in hand to where Karnstein’s lounging around on a low wall, catching the first sun rays of spring, they grab a bunch of snacks and settle in to watch.

It does not go as planned.

+++

“Carmilla Karnstein!”

Laura’s voice is shrill and ringing as she marches towards her girlfriend who is being her usual cat-like self and the force behind her words startles the other girl so much that she almost falls off the wall.

“Have you been running an underground black market in this school?!”

Complete and utter disbelief colors her tone and she knows that she’s right when Carmilla looks sheepish for all of two seconds before a smirk splits her face in two.

“Took you long enough, cupcake,” she greets Laura with a raspy voice, the tip of her tongue poking out between her teeth. “You’re usually not that slow on the uptake.”

“You’ve been selling drugs to students and possibly even kidnapped a bunch of them!”

Carmilla shrugs, fingering her sunglasses. “Their fault for annoying me.” She sees that this answer doesn’t go over well with Laura and adds a bit defensively, “I did put them back, you know? In more or less sound condition.”

Laura’s right eyebrow twitches at that. “This is not – Drugs!”, she cries out. “You sell drugs!”

Another shrug. “Drugs, fake IDs, weird online hacking programs, even a kidney once. What?” she smiles, “I told you I’m a vampire.”

“That’s not even the point!”

“It’s not?” Carmilla asks with a slow arch of her brow behind her sunglasses. “So, you’re getting all pink and huffy about what – some low-level drug trafficking?”

“Kidnapping and organ trafficking are not low-level offenses!” Laura protests. “My Dad’s a police officer – What were you thinking?”

“That you’re cute and that your pillow smells nice?” She smirks again.

“Do not – Do not try to be charming right now,” Laura admonishes her. “I’m mad at you.”

“Okay,” Carmilla drawls and with a roundabout gesture at Laura asks, “Is there some kind of time frame involved or should I just check back in in a couple of days?”

“You do not get to run off whenever it gets difficult!” Laura almost yells. “We’re having an argument and I swear to god if you start quoting Foucault right now, you’re sleeping on the floor tonight.”

Carmilla blinks, the smirk slipping for a second. “You still let me spend the night?” she asks quietly. “Despite me being really as dangerous as they say?”

“You’re not dangerous,” Laura sighs, massaging her temples. “And it’s not like I could keep you from it. I mean, I even let you stay that one time you were completely wasted and smelled like the bottom of an abattoir.”

“Didn’t hear you complaining.”

“I’d be surprised if you heard anything at all,” Laura quips, before schooling her features back into the frown she wore earlier and starts hitting Carmilla with the stack of papers in her hands.

“You. Sell. Drugs. To. Minors.”

Carmilla leans back with a frown, trying to escape the airborne paperwork. “Hey, quit that before you hurt yourself, cutie.”

“You. Are. A criminal.” She stops using the papers as a weapon for a second when something dawns on her. “Oh crap, I slept with a criminal.”

“That you did, cupcake,” Carmilla smirks. “And it was good.”

Laura barely hears her. “And my Dad. What will my Dad say? He won’t survive this, he-”

“-probably already knows.”

“What?”

Carmilla looks up from where she’s examining her black painted nails. “As if anyone could fool your father, cupcake. I doubt he’s delighted, but he’s been his usual threatening and overbearing self. He’s trying to get me to eat more vegetables, can you believe that?”

Laura deflates at that. “What? But that means… I’m the only one who didn’t know?”

“Laura, Liebling,” Carmilla starts, reaching for Laura’s hands and drawing her in until they’re almost nose to nose. Laura refuses to meet her eyes. “Stop freaking out, okay? It’s not like I told anyone.”

“You’re a criminal,” Laura repeats, sullener this time and when she smacks Carmilla with the stack of papers again, it’s only halfhearted. “Do I get to visit you in prison?”

Carmilla huffs and plucks the papers out of Laura’s fingers before she can use them as a weapon again. “Between your Dad and Mattie there’s not a chance of me getting arrested.” She eyes Laura over the rim of her glasses before quickly pressing a kiss to the girl’s scrunched up nose. “So, quit frowning.”

“Ironic coming from you,” Laura mutters, burrowing her nose into Carmilla’s leather jacket. It smells like her – cinnamon and smoke and something so decidedly her that she can just let herself get drunk on it.

Carmilla laughs and then stiffens when she realizes what exactly the paperwork Laura’s been using as ammunition contains. “Are those-”

“College acceptance letters?” Mischief and determination mix together in Laura’s small, smug smile and she leans back to get a better look at her girlfriend. “It’s quite possible,” she says teasingly, “that I might have forged your applications using that stupid notebook you always carry around and some essays from lit class – you’re in for philosophy mostly.”

Carmilla just stares at her, glasses slipping down to reveal wide, brown eyes. “You applied to college for me?”

Laura nods, trying to hide her blush behind the determined jut of her jaw. “I thought you’d only do something stupid if I wasn’t around to keep you company. Not to mention,” she rears up again, indignation clear in her eyes, “that I’m not going to leave you to become your sister’s red right hand or whatever the fuck Betty called it.” She glares at Carmilla. “You’re seventeen, you’re going to college.”

“I’m a vampire.”

“Do you want to have that particular discussion with my father?”

Carmilla’s mouth twists a bit stubbornly at that, but her eyes keep flickering back to the letters, her fingers tracing and retracing the word ‘Congratulations’ as if she can’t quite grasp their meaning. “Never thought I’d go to college,” she says quietly, cheek pressed against Laura’s sleek, blonde hair.

The girl’s laugh tickles her neck when she moves in closer and mutters, “Well, you are now.”

“So, you make up all the rules now?”

“Well, someone has to when their significant other is an honest to Al Pacino criminal.”

When Carmilla doesn’t answer, Laura leans back to look at the girl who is hiding a smirk behind her glasses and her expression turns stern. “No hard drugs, no kidnapping or organ trafficking of any kind and heaven help you if I ever have to bail you out of jail!”

“So, I’m allowed to murder people?” Carmilla asks and snickers when Laura gives her a death glare.

“No murdering people,” she instructs, hands curling in Carmilla’s hair, the sternness morphing into fondness.

“I’ll give you that if you’re the one bailing me out jail,” Carmilla smirks. “And if you let me kidnap someone occasionally.”

Laura narrows her eyes, thinks and then decides that this is acceptable by pressing a kiss to the corner of Carmilla’s mouth. Only it would have been the corner if the girl in question hadn’t turned her head just a fraction to turn that half kiss into a real one.

“Knew you’d be annoying,” she whispers, smiling into the kiss and pulling her in closer by her hips.

“Told you I would be.”

+++

The newspaper club’s fate is labelled ‘unfortunate’ by most students attending Silas High in the weeks left before graduation. Perry finds a couple of empty snack boxes below an open two story window and despite how many times Lafontaine claims to have found traces of brain fluid on them, most people have enough sense of self-preservation to ignore that theory in favor of exam induced panic.

This is a High School after all.

And so Karnstein and Hollis graduate, inducing another flurry of rumors as to the how and why, because no one has ever seen the former paying attention in any of her classes and when they finally leave for college, every single teacher lets out a sigh of relief, thanking all the gods and heaven that their limbs are still intact.

After that, rumors keep flaring up every few months and wide-eyed freshmen listen to the stories told by upper years about the infamous couple’s basement full of body parts, their three-day elopement to Las Vegas involving a lot of glitter and a life-sized panther for some inexplicable reason or their pact with a pagan goddess to gain immortality in exchange for a human heart.

If asked about it, Sherman Hollis just shakes his head at all the wild fantasies running rampant and huffs something about how the girls should better be eating enough vegetables or he’ll have words with them on their next visit.

The legend, though. The legend remains.

 +++

Translation:

(1)    “Oh hello, Mattie. What the hell do you want now? I was just getting to sleep – No, I’m not home. And no, I didn’t fall asleep in a tree again. That was one time, okay? Stop holding that over me.” “You’re a great sister. Really.”

(2)    “What do you mean, the packages are not there yet? They should’ve arrive two weeks ago. I got people waiting for the goods, Mattie…” “How unfortunate. Was breaking all his fingers really necessary? Two were not enough, or what? No… What’s that supposed to mean? I’m not going soft – and she’s not a pet, Mattie. I won’t let you hurt her.” “ That’s not going to happen. Yes, really. She’s special, okay? Okay.”

(3)   Liebling = Darling

[beevean]

The characters of Nocturne:

Richter: A bit of a cocky dude with PTSD trauma which he gets over by thinking of a girl he just met he who he wants to bone who's only treated him like crap. This teaches him to keep on living for some reason

Maria: Updating Twitter...loading...

Annette: What if we took every hot take on Tumblr and Twitter about black representation and melted them into a single character?

Vublanc: The most entertaining character for all the wrong reasons

Tera: Milf Sypha

Edouard: Can sure sing

Abbot: CHUUUUUUUUUUUURCH BAAAAAAAAAAAAAD

Mizrak: *sexy trumpets

Olrox: *sexier trumpets

Drolta: I'M WHAT'S LEFT OF ISAAC'S ACTUAL CHARACTER!

Miss Furry Vampire: *Missing personality files. Do you still wish to proceed?

Juste: I'm here I guess and life sucks

Thank you for reminding me to write down those thoughts :P

All I can say is, I am impressed by how utterly boring everyone is. Only Annette managed to infuriate me, and obviously it was not intended.

If we compare Nocturne S1 with the OG S2, I'm forced to admit that that season had me more intrigued in this regard. Trevor was the cynical guy who tried his best. Alucard was a cunt. Sypha was the mom of the group (a bad one). Dracula was depressed. Isaac was a pretentious cunt and a simp. Hector started out as an interesting villain with morals before being warped into an idiot. Carmilla was a radfem. Godbrand was the only braincell.

Like, they were all written terribly, don't get me wrong. But they were written. There is some variety in the terribleness.

After more than a year, I'm still here thinking about how I'd fix the OG show, because it had sparks of ideas. Nocturne is so painfully generic.

[beevean]

Ok just to give everyone an idea at the disparity:

Try giving both IDW Sonic and Netflixvania overall scores:P

If you wish you could also specify certain elements,like writing, art, characters etc

I don't even know where to start...

Well, generally speaking, I like this chart:

And following this guideline, NFCV would get a 2/10 and IDW a 3/10. Even NFCV has redeeming qualities and some nice potential, but, well, you know how much it has hurt me :') IDW doesn't have those genuinely offensive bits, the worst it ever got was with the Whispangle drama, so in that it's a little better.

If I wanted to break them down...

Story: NFCV starts off as a relatively passable adaptation of CV3 + the CoD mangas, before crashing sideways and trying to focus on too many plotlines, resulting in things like Isaac getting all the best scenes while you might as well remove the Trevor&Sypha bits from S3. IDW is still ongoing, doesn't even try to adapt the games (although the first arc has similarities with Heroes lol), and it really depends on the arc: the best ones are the fluffier ones like the Chao Race Arc, but it has some real stinkers such as the Metal Virus Arc and the Imposter Syndrome arc, with the former having some of the worst character moments in the series and a disappointing ending, and the latter wasting away all of its cool potential for angst reasons. Speaking from a purely structural standpoint, NFCV is overall stronger, although I don't know how fair it is to compare a show with a comic.

Art: NFCV wins again, by the benefit of some impressive animation, and a much more consistent artstyle. IDW used to look good, great even, but before it had many different artists working on it which caused a wildly inconsistent (:P) artstyle, and now only two people are working on it and while Stanley is pretty good, ABT is clearly doing the bare minimum.

Characters: dear mother of god.

I hate them :( I hate them all :( every character is OOC or straight up an OC in all but name :(

What do I choose: an adaptation that swears up and down to be canon, or an adaptation that doesn't even care to be faithful, but gets called as such?

Hell they even have the same problem of characters simply not reacting like real people do in similar situations D:

... fuck it. Point goes to IDW for only one reason: it may disrespect some of the characters, such as Eggman and to a lesser extent Tails (hell, even the OCs aren't spared, just ask Starline and Surge), but it never reaches the levels of outright malice of NFCV.

Villains: IDW wins. Its villains range from tolerable (Rough and Tumble) to dripping with potential (Starline, he should have stayed a simp :( ) to seriously annoying (Surge). Oh, and then all the other ones are forgettable. Eggman doesn't count because the comic sure as shit doesn't count him.

NFCV has Dracula, who is pretty cool and tragic in S1 but then becomes That Depressed Guy in S2... and he's the best one. What's next? Carmilla the #girlboss? Death the Redditor? St. Germain the incel? Lenore???? :^)

Morals: IDW. IDW WINS. FUCK IT IT WINS SO MUCH.

THERE IS NO RAPE APOLOGISM IN IDW SO IT AUTOMATICALLY WINS

OH YES SONIC IS AN ABHORRENT BASTARD WHO'D RATHER GASLIGHT AND GUILT TRIP HIS FRIENDS THAN ADMIT HE'S WRONG, AND SERIOUSLY THINKS THAT BRAIN DAMAGE SHOWS YOUR TRUE MORALS

BUT THE STORY DOESN'T SHIP A PRISONER WITH THEIR ENSLAVER

fucking hell i will never get over this, how isn't the whole lenore plotline treated as the equivalent of bella attempting suicide i will never understand