#evrensadwrn

[crownedinmarigolds]

I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT LYUBOV YOUR HONOR!!!!!

2, 3, 21, 27, and 40 maybe???? :3

Gasp! For Lyubov! <3 Thank you!

2. What faction is your OC? Do they conform to a group or are they independent? Lyubov is within the faction her sire Atticus belongs to, which at this time is the Camarilla. She mostly keeps to herself in her library and carrying out his orders, so she's not exactly trying to break rules or disrupt anything. 3. Are they more “traditional” or do they break barriers? Lyubov is a mistress of dreams, and outwardly she is a very traditional Tremere - bookish and quiet, a bit snobby. However within the Dreamscape, she can be whatever she wants to be and that's where she is most free. She breaks barriers in a realm no other Kindred can touch her. It's a lot of hard work but it's exactly what her sire designed her for. 21. What is their predator type? Funny enough she is an alleycat predator. She craves excitement and likes the idea of a legitimate hunt - not crawling through windows or hitting up some clueless kine in a club for a quickie in the bathroom. She wants to hurt something, she wants to capture something. 27. Do they have a clan they don’t particularly like? She doesn't care for many people - honestly she's probably more annoyed with her own clan than anything. Tzimisce also make her deeply uncomfortable for normal reasons. 40. Would they ever commit diablerie if given the chance? Mmm, maybe not right now, but she would be lying if she said it's never occurred to her to try. <3

Ah thank you so much for asking about her!!!

[m4rloe5]

can i peer pressure u into posting about ur little guys❔

You can certainly try!

For the uninitiated, I have three little vampire guys and you're about to fucking hear about themmmm

Charlie is my first ever little guy and he's a hacker Nosferatu that's so skinny he goes womp womp womp like a thin sheet of metal if you shake him. [smacks his bald little head] this bad boy can fit so much anxiety. He has an identical twin brother who is no longer identical because of something something Nosferatu curse. He was so anxious he made ME anxious. Real chihuahua looking fella. But no one can see him anyway and he doesn't go out much so his Gender is whatever hand-me-downs he can snatch from the drag club he lives under

Misha [x] [x] is my second guy. Fat. Russian. Bear. Gangrel. He's a party bro. Kind of frat boy energy, but also Kenough. Doesn't realise he's in a relationship half the time. Ate a prince once.

Heleen is my current active PC. Realtor (derogatory). I hate her, she's the worst

[lgbtmi]

i luv the name willow so im picking them for this ask game :3

1, 21, and 35 for them? <33

hello evren ty for the ask game ur so sick for making it!! let me introduce u to my babychilde whose chronicle is 3 years and 3 months old and nearing the End slowly.....

1. What clan is your OC?

Willow's my little degenerate baby!! The prettiest rose in all of Amsterdam (lying) (or am i). She's a toreador, and proud of it <3

21. What is their predator type?

Siren babeyyyy. There's a reason I wrote an entire post about what I think about vampire romance specifically between two characters who share the siren predator type. She's a siren mostly because she was embraced by the owner of a brothel so it just... made sense :3

35. How old is your OC up until their death?

She was embraced in her early twenties. I don't have a set age for her, because i... didn't make her character sheet. I came up with her concept for a oneshot that... escalated into a longterm commitment, and the ST made our character sheets for us :] The sheets are a bit (very) bare minimum tbh. But I have very many things to say about her <3

[wickblr]

October is coming up soon! What if we had a spooky Wicktober event, like those writing events with a prompt for each day of the month (or every other day or something)? People could answer the prompts with a piece of writing or a drawing, and the prompts could be things like:

Helen Wick’s Ghost

Vampire AU

Serial Killer Santino

Dog’s Halloween Costume

That sort of thing! Would anyone be interested in that?

I’m supposed to be replying w nothing but this is a great idea!

This should have been done like a month ago but I really didn’t think anyone would be interested, so, uh anyways;

I’ve made 2 versions of this since I know a lot of the writers on Wickblr are adults who only do writing as a hobby, so here’s both Wicktober and Wick Week! I don’t know if there’s been a writing event for the John Wick community, but here!

Wicktober is a month long event where people submit their drabbles/fics based off the prompts listed! Considering we aren’t really a strict fanbase, you can switch around the days and prompts—skip a day or few, or just do one! You’re free to use this as a writing ask game for October. Any day can be switched around except Day 24 which is the ten year anniversary of the first John Wick movie and the John Wick series as a whole (happy birthday to the movies!!!)

Feel free to run rampant on the prompts with your own interpretation of it, be more symbolic, be more realistic—just as long as you want to contribute to this event and want to write for it.

Wick Week is a seven day long event, which can be started on any day in October honestly since it’s a week of prompts. It has the same thing going as with Wicktober.

Rules:

- No harassment (some anons are really mean when it comes to people’s writing which is no good since Wickblr is a pretty damn small community)

- No derogatory comments made in the ask box of this blog since I know SOME people really wanna fucking discuss how “bad” some fics are (which you should write yourself if you really think it’s that bad)

- NSFW is allowed, and unlike this blog; x readers, x OCs are allowed, or cc x ccs (ex: helen x john which I will be doing on @marquisedegramont if you wanna see that)

- Make sure to tag #wicktober 2024 or #wick week 2024

- Creators can produce fics/drabbles or drawings

- Add the necessary warnings before every fic, thank you! Some fics may be triggering for some people and they would appreciate warnings beforehand :)

- Post it on ao3! (If you want)

- Do as little or as much as you want. Be self indulgent

- Prompts are free to use after October ends

shameless plug from the mod: art -> @evrensadwrn | writing -> @marquisedegramont and on ao3

and also my furry friends: art -> @tobytheeggo | writing -> @bluelolblue

reblog maybe ?

cr ; cross divider

[kavalyera]

hey guys

Honestly the reason why I’m asking this is because they’re both just interchangeable to me but it seems like both are just very symbolic of Vincent (more under the cut)

RED - It’s the color of Vincent’s of the blazer of his most iconic suit (aka the one he’s mostly known in despite the grey ones appearing more)

I feel like the color is EXACTLY him yk?? Like he’s absolutely a red coded character

BUT

YELLOW is the color he’s most seen in like the ones on top and I’ve mentioned this in previous characters analysis that his lighting is mostly in yellow because it’s a sort of torment to John (since Helen is another yellow coded character)

and yellow is symbolic of hazard and wealth, both of which is why I think him being absolutely drenched in nothing but mostly yellow lighting is intentional on the john wick team’s part

[thewhumpcaretaker]

"It’s not hiding, Chidi thinks. Hiding would be casual glances, denial of feelings and attempts at getting close, and certainly not this; seeing Vincent nude from his hips up. The light perfectly placed on the planes of Vincent’s skin, he looked so perfect, like he was carved from marble or painted, but his skin was alive and warm. Messy, dishevelled hair from just waking up."

- BMW E60, @evrensadwrn

Art by me!

[johnwickcaretaker]

⚜ ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕝𝕪𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕕 ⚜

Vincent x Chidi moodboard for @evrensadwrn made from things I photographed in Ohio and various airports while traveling! I CAN’T BELIEVE THERE WAS A BILL COVER IN THE AIRPORT MAGAZINES!!

[tobytheeggo]

This is too silly not to post here

Hearst belongs to @evrensadwrn :3

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

love u @scarlettspectra

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Baba Jaga’s Books

Tex+John Chase

3AM

Dirty Little Thing

The Low Table

tagging @sweetwolfcupcake @nightmare-bean @johnwickb1tsch @gea-chan96 @evrensadwrn @reallongwire

[corvidco]

Day 330 of drawing ponk until they collab W me

IM GONNA REFRESH MY ART TAGS! PLEASE SEND ME AN ASK OR REPOST THIS WITH #ARTTAG TO GET RE ADDED TO THE LIST

@routeriver @evrensadwrn @bdaycheesecake @goooser @1247 @kuprisunshka @snails-are-made-of-jelly

[eternalera]

Tag game!!!

What are 5 popular headcannons/ships/aus/overall just common things in some fandoms that you don't agree with and why

Megumi being emo, he just never struck me as the emo type, more of a soft boy yknow (jjk)

Deku becoming a villain aus, honestly I just never saw the appeal. I watched the anime and decided that he wouldn't hurt anyone, nor could he. He's just such a soft boy (mha)

Nifty being the 'child' of the hazbin hotel cast, it just makes all of her 'bad boy' comments even worse. PLUS the bdsm thing so bad just from the fact that she was there in the first place (Hazbin hotel)

Homophobic Lute also pissed me off for some reason, I just never saw her as homophobic despite her 'homophobic' comment (which wasn't even towards Vaggie and Charlie for both being girls) (Hazbin hotel)

This is more of a general one but whenever I see trans (insert character) I get a bad feeling about the fic. Not because its a trans character but because theres about a 99% chance that its smut with the trans person playing their role of their 'assigned gender' (whatever the fuck that means) and it just makes me feel wrong inside. Like if you want to write f/m smut just do it with female and male characters. Stop just making them trans, at this point its a fetish

Tagging @purplelight @di-diwata @blaze-vibes-here @hannibalwritesstuff @evrensadwrn @dr4g0n3t @starbanmk

ive never started a tag game before so... i might be doing this wrong lol-

[bluelolblue]

The Rocket Team

Summary: Santino and Gianna killed an ally from 'Ndrangheta to get more territory and John helped them in that.

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Gianna D'Antonio & Santino D'Antonio, Gianna D'Antonio & John Wick, Santino D'Antonio/John Wick

Note: Finally, it's on ao3, The Rocket Team! It was an answer to a prompt by @evrensadwrn right here, and thank you so much it was so fun to write it :3. Santino and Gianna being the silly but badass siblings, and imma call this trio "the rocket team" because it fits them so well ahah.

☆ SPECIAL THANKS TO @mrssimply ☆ for beta reading and helping out!!

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Snippet

Everything seemed to be going as planned. The D'Antonio siblings got what they wanted without breaking a sweat.

There was just one more thing missing for them to be fully satisfied.

“It was our pleasure doing business with you, Sir,” Gianna said with a smile, shaking hands with their ally from the 'Ndrangheta.

The man was from the mafia initially, but he’d been part of a grand plan from the criminal syndicate to infiltrate the Italian government further, and now held an interesting position of power… That the D’Antonios siblings were interested in “sharing”.

“The pleasure is mine, Signora,” The allied boss said, kissing Gianna's hand in what was supposed to be a gentleman gesture. The guy was old and nasty, Gianna just kinda laughed it off nervously and Santino frowned.

They both had to wait just a little longer.

Santino shaked hands with him, too, going with Gianna's act. Just smile and nod, pretend to play their game. Drug trafficking was the easiest option for their plan, 'Ndrangheta had always been their ally with drugs and their territory would allow Camorra to have more power and control over trafficking.

“Everything will be delivered tomorrow like we agreed. We're always looking forward to working with your family,” The boss said, standing proudly, glancing from Gianna to Santino.

“Excellent, we will be expecting it,” Santino nodded in agreement. “Hopefully, it'll be on time.”

Read the rest on ao3

[babayagaiscomingforya]

I think most people already saw it but here's some Caine/John smut I wrote a while ago!

Thanks to @evrensadwrn for the pics!

[informaltorching]

@kmpsideposter tagged me to do this picrew and post what song i last listened to!

(if you want to do it) i'll tag @swoomoo , @lilnoctua , @heywizards , @evrensadwrn, and anyone who sees this that likes making picrews <3

[kavalyera]

imagine if i did a tiny lil rebrand

[thewhumpcaretaker]

⚜ Marquis of Los Angeles: Ch. I - Lucky Find

ཐི♡ཋྀ Thank you for the beta-read, @evrensadwrn! ཐི♡ཋྀ

Summary: On a visit to his home country, Sebastian LaCroix has the good fortune to find a beautiful and powerful Marquis dying of a bullet wound. Why not take him home as a ghoul?

Author's Note: Okay, um...remember when I said this was a one-shot? Excuse me while I spit out another enemies-to-lovers slowburn because I can't help myself. I may or may not finish it, but I'd rather give the story plenty of room to breathe than rush through it, even if I don't get to the end. I'm excited to see where it goes!

TW: hallucination, kidnapping, religious imagery, vampires doing vampire stuff

If you have a century or two to wait, sometimes the world delivers gifts, just lying there, ready to be pocketed. A seashell, pearlescent and only a little chipped at the edges. A shiny new quarter forgotten on the sidewalk. Los Angeles.

It even might deliver what Sebastian LaCroix would have called, in his day, a “dandy”, freshly dying, on the steps of the Sacré-Coeur Basilica.

Only minutes remained until sunrise. LaCroix’s heart, though it had no need to beat, contracted in terror at the nearness of sunlight, at the piercing golden glow already illuminating that beautiful creature’s parted, breathless lips. This was risky business, swooping in like a vulture at such a time. A little longer, and they might never have met. Sebastian thought of that too often in the days and years and centuries that followed.

Only minutes remained until the bullet in his brain would have laid waste to the most vigorous life force Sebastian had ever encountered.

But as matters stood, he watched from the shadowy columns where he had chosen to shelter during the daylight hours of his visit to France, and clung to the sound of a distant pulse. It persisted (though feebly) even once its scent exploded into open air.

A great bulk of a man in a dark overcoat bowed down his head and sighed. He lifted Vincent’s body with the solemnity of one who knows what death means, and carried it within, into the shadow where Sebastian waited, under those forgotten awnings just beyond the pews. The carnival of stained-glass light pouring through the windows did not penetrate there.

As they passed, the man halted, overcome with a sudden unease, and could not move his feet. Sebastian smiled on him, an open hand outstretched. “Would you allow me to bless this man before he passes on?”

The man had, of course, no choice, and he would not remember laying his charge at Sebastian’s feet, or saying, “Who are you, sir? A man of God?”

“Think of me as a healing angel.”

He stared, knowing quite frankly that this was bullshit. He could see a barely restrained urge to devour flaring up within Sebastian even now, not so different from the look his own superior had worn on occasion, equally recognizable on both kindred and kine. “If you are an angel, then so is he.”

.¸¸.*✧*.¸¸.*✧*.¸¸. ཐི♡ཋྀ.¸¸.*✧*.¸¸.*✧*.¸¸.

There was never total certainty that it would work. A headshot was unfortunate to say the least, and even with a truly massive outpouring of vitae, the bullet still had to be pushed out of Vincent’s brain, dragging on the neurons as it went.

There wasn’t physical pain, exactly. No nerves are to be found in the grey matter. Inside the brain itself, the only pain is mental.

Time and place fragmented themselves, breaking apart in front of Vincent to form a dazzling kaleidoscope. He was drifting on his back, through a flooded Château de Versailles. The water must have been deep, because he was lifted so high, close to the frescoed ceiling where angels leaned down over him amongst the roiling clouds. Why was the palace full of water? No…not water. Blood. Of course. He was being carried up to judgement on the tide of blood he’d spilt, that was it. He could hear his own music coming from another room, the reveries he used to play at the piano, but it was wildly distorted, devolving into devils’ trills. The angels crawled down over the mountains of clouds, over the ledge of the upper moulding, down the columns on all fours to descend on him, snarling as angels never snarl, with fangs at their lips. Their unnatural motions sparked a total horror in him but he could not flee, could only float paralyzed on the sea of blood that was starting to seep into his mouth, into his eyes. They were upon him, someone was bending over him, a face that flickered and distorted and jeered. A devil. His father. Then John Wick. His heart strained with wild terror.

“Your heartbeat is growing stronger. Good. It took long enough.”

And the face resolved. It was, at least, none of the faces he had feared a few moments ago. And it wasn’t unpleasant to look at, with strikingly high cheekbones and full lips, with a strawberry blond slick of hair and eyes like pools of pale honey. It had a magnetism about it, deeper than its inherent charm and beauty. He had trouble looking away from that face – it was in focus even though the rest of the world remained blurred, and it made something sickly sweet well up inside of him. He could have forgiven the cruel satisfaction painted all over it, but that sweet magnetism, tugging on his heartstrings…he could not forgive that. He decided that whoever this was, he disliked them very, very much.

For a few moments, Vincent tried to speak, but his brain had not yet made contact with his tongue, it seemed. He just gasped and gasped until the man laughed and held up the bullet, coated in blood. “Can you believe this little scrap of metal was all it took to put you into a state of such total confusion? And you would be far worse off if I hadn’t taken a liking to you. Life is so fragile.” And the man…well, there was no getting around it. He popped the bullet into his mouth like a candy and licked his fingers, apparently savoring the taste, before pulling it out of his mouth again, sucked clean of blood. He swallowed and grinned widely, this time baring fangs.

Okay. So he was still hallucinating, then. Good good, nothing to worry about. Just slowly breathing his last breaths on the steps of the Basilica, hallucinating violently while John Wick probably gloated over his body. It was fine! Everything was fine. The world started to go fuzzy and dark at the edges as his wild gasping continued.

“Oh no no no, you’re not passing out again just yet. Solo jet rides are interminably dull. We ought to use our time wisely and get to know each other.” The man slapped lightly at his cheek, trying to keep him conscious. Vincent felt his brows furrow, and couldn’t control his muscles enough to wipe that affronted look off his face.

“Who…who…” do you think you are, that had been his intention for the sentence. But he couldn’t quite get there, and the man answered just the same.

“Sebastian LaCroix, Camarilla Prince of Los Angeles and your new regnant.” The man took his hand and shook it. “Of course, none of that means anything to you just yet, but it will very soon.”

It didn’t, except for “Los Angeles.” Vincent was still catching up to the part about “jet rides,” and noticing that the ceiling above them was curved in the manner of an aircraft cabin. Where the hell was he? Was he…kidnapped? A feeling set in then. Whether it was made of greater parts relief or sinking dread, he couldn’t tell. But he had the feeling that this was far too vivid to be a hallucination.

He wasn’t dead after all, and Sebastian LaCroix, whatever he may be, was real.