#he's just begging for a vampire verse

[thxta]

insomnia ridden Theta could definitely be confused for a vampire

or even possessed by a demon ngl

[feyascorner]

Hear me out! Hear me out!

From Astrion's pov

A Tav who hates physical contact.

But then one night when it's pouring rain Tav comes to Astarion's tent feeling scared and ask if they can stay and then one thing leads to another and suddenly the two of them are cuddled together and Astarion is like "I thought you didn't like being touched" and Tav is like "Normally I'm scared people will hurt me when they touch me. But you are different. I feel safe with you. I trust you."

a/n. I’m going to collapse they’re everything to me AHHH THIS IS SUCH A CUTE PROMPT

Astarion, by nature and by the two-hundred years he’s spent as a vampire spawn, is a touchy person. It’s instinctual. A habit he can no longer break. It’s not even sexual, half the time. It’s simply how he conveys the words that he struggles to say, even if his vocabulary is filled to the brim with flowery verses of love straight from a romance novel.

But he understands the aversion for touch. Because he’s spent so much of his life hating the touch of strangers against his skin, he understands when you recoil when one of your companions attempt to hug you, or someone tries to shake your hand. Even if yours doesn’t stem from the similar situations where he had to set out on a victim under Cazador’s orders, he understands what it’s like to simply dislike it.

He doesn’t touch you, even if his hand itches to brush the stray strands of hair out of your face. Even as he has to yank his arm away when he feels it nearing yours as you walk alongside one another. Even as all he wants to do is drag you to the nearest corner and beg that you just hold his hand.

So when you appear at the flap of his tent, barely shielding yourself from the thunderous weather outside, asking if you can stay, his jaw physically unhinges.

He coughs, gathering himself quickly—or as quickly as he can manage.

“Come here, darling. You’ll freeze away with that mortal body of yours.”

He doesn’t even know how it happens. Well, he does, but he doesn’t really believe it’s happening. Only fifteen minutes later, you’re snuggled in under his blankets, pressed tightly against his side. He stares up at the ceiling on his back with wide eyes, slowly turning to look at you.

“Is this…alright?” He asks, and you peek out from one eye, adjusting your head on his arm. He can smell your shampoo from so close—lavender? No, maybe another blasted flower he doesn’t know the name of…

“What is?”

“This,” he waves his free arm between the two of you. “Don’t get me wrong, darling, you know I’m never against a cuddle, but I thought you—well—“

You stare at him expectantly.

“I thought you disliked physical contact,” he says, softer. “Not just with me, obviously. In general you seem rather opposed to the idea.”

The thunder rings from outside and your brows crease deeper. The light from a lightning strike illuminates your faces briefly before it’s a dim darkness again, with nothing but your own eyes able to adjust just enough to make out one another’s features. He’s sure he sees more than you do, considering his familiarity with the dark, and uses it to notice the way your lips purse at the intrusive sounds coming from outside.

He also notices you leaning closer to him, but hesitant. Your movements are unsure.

If he had a heart, it would’ve been pounding now, surely.

So he curls his arm closer, pushing you into his chest in the process. You tense briefly, but melt into the feeling, and he lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Are you afraid?”

Your voice is but a whisper. “Not anymore.”

There’s a comfortable silence hanging in the air for what seems like hours, but he might consider them to be just a few minutes. The rain pounds relentlessly against the tent, but here, even through the thin fabric, he doesn’t even notice it anymore.

“You’re different from everyone else,” you mumble, and he looks down at his chest to see your eyes halfway shut, clearly about to doze off. “I know you won’t hurt me…there’s no reason for me to avoid touching you.”

He blinks, and you bury half your face into the fabric of his shirt.

“I want you to touch me.”

For the first time in decades, Astarion finds himself at a loss for words. He’s said worse things, sure, but coming from you?…

After filing through a dozen possible responses, he settled on one, opening his mouth to respond, but your breath is already heavier. You’ve already left to a dream world he cannot follow you into, and you’ve left him in a state that he would’ve considered humiliating with anyone else.

He stares at the ceiling again, listening to the soft rhythm of your breathing.

“You can’t just say that and then fall asleep you fool…”

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Astarion and his s/o getting into a sass competition where Astarion ends up confessing to her by accident and now he's all flustered?

Astarion x Reader

“Can’t you go any faster?”

“I’m not exactly as well versed into taking these off as I am in putting them on, darling.” Astarion quipped at you as he fiddled with the lock on your cuffs.

Being somewhat of an anti-hero liaisons these days, the group had been pinched on some trumped up but completely true & legal charges of petty theft and larceny. Your options were fight, flight, or get arrested when confronted by the guards and charges. And since you couldn’t fight a whole city’s worth of Iron Fists, and running also seemed unplausible as you’d have to come back to the city sometime, you decided to take you lumps and went to jail. Luckily, where there’s a will there’s a way. Or in this case: a vampire with a lockpick up his sleeve.

“Why did you wait to do me last anyway? Just to see me suffer?”

“Well,” Astarion cooed, “it does have a certain visual appeal.”

You clicked your teeth and rolled your eyes. “Could you just hurry up? I’m starting to lose the feeling in my hands. All the blood is rushing out of them.”

“Oh, well, we wouldn’t want that.”

“Well, if you want my blood again, you should be more sympathetic to my pain.” You told him. Sighing heavily as one arm was free and Astarion moved on to the other one.

“Don’t you threaten me. Besides, if you won’t give me what I want, I’ll just move on to some other lucky companion in our camp.”

“Ha! Like anyone else would have you.”

Astarion frowned. “I’ll have you know that there are plenty of people who would welcome my teeth at their necks. Hundreds. Thousands!”

“Yeah. One blood obsessed drow and…who was the other one you tricked again?” You pulled at the shackles, which jiggled the irons and knocked the lockpick free, but unbroken. The vampire growled at you.

“I tricked you easy enough, didn’t I?”

“Only because I took pity on you.”

“Pity?!”

“Yeah.” You told him. “That poor, sad, puppy dog ‘please feed me’ look was just something I couldn’t say no to.”

Astarion growled again. “That is not how it happened. Besides, if you didn’t like it you wouldn’t keep asking for more.”

“Oh sure. Blame the victim.”

“You are not a victim!” He snapped at you. He seemed a little wounded by that one. Maybe you went a little too far. “Gods.” He cursed under his breath with a frown. “You are lucky I love you so much, otherwise I would just leave you here, chained up, and never bite you again. No matter how much you begged me.”

The lock finally snapped open and your arm fell to the side. You lifted it to rub your wrist but were uncharacteristically silent.

“Would it have been too much to expect a thank you??”

“Did you just say you love me?”

Astarion froze for a moment. A little wide eyed at your question. He seemed to be racking his brain for a moment. Trying to remember the conversation before an ‘Oh. Shit.’ expression came over his face. “What? Oh, that. Figure of speech darling, of course.” He let out a single nervous cough after that and a rushed, “let’s go meet up with the other.” Before he turned on his heels and made a speedy exit.

You rub your wrist one more time as a soft, shy smile came to your lips behind his back. You follow after him and meet up with the others. Waiting just outside the prison for the two of you, as apparently just around the corner was enough of an escape from the mighty Iron Fist.

“Ah! I just love this fresh air.” You exclaim, followed by more comments on how dusty & dank your cell had been, but really just watching Astarion’s shoulders tense.

You spent the rest of the day subversively tormenting Astarion. Making comments on how much you loved the weather, or loved a dress in a window. How much you loved dinner that night. How much you loved getting a good night’s rest that night.

By the time everyone had gone off to their respective tents for the evening, Astarion had apparently had enough and slunk up to yours. “I know what you’re doing. Now stop it!” He hissed.

“But I thought you’d love it.”

“Stop it!” He hissed again. If he could right now, he would blush. You were tempted to let him feed on you for a moment to get the full effect. “I mean it! How would you like it if I threw every verbal misstep in your face? I don’t keep bringing up the time you said Ibis instead of Ignis, now do I??”

It was pretty funny when that bird showed up.

“So, are you upset that you said it and I’m teasing of you, or are you upset that you didn’t mean it and I keep bringing it up?” You honestly didn’t know which answer would be worse at this point. You felt bad you had wounded his pride to the point that he came to talk to you. But you also don’t think you could take it if he told you that he didn’t love you.

Astarion just stood there for a moment, thinking, before he sighed and waved you off. “Just…knock it off ok. I’ve had quite enough today. I’m going to get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.”

He turned to walk away and just before he fell out of ear shot you called to him. “Hey Astarion,” he looked back over his shoulder at you, “I love that you could come and talk to me about this.”

He huffed, but you could see the corners of his mouth struggling to keep down. “Oh shut up.”

[sinofwriting]

listen, please - Daniel Ricciardo

Words: 316 Summary: Daniel and his girlfriend break the news of their relationship and cause quite a splash with their age difference. (Social Media AU + Blurb) (Olivia Rodrigo as faceclaim and uses her music for reader’s)

Masterlist | Support Me! | listen, please verse

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Daniel could feel his grin grow, eyes softening, and his shoulders loosening all at the sound of her name. It takes him a moment to register the question, but when he does his grin grows more.

“I wasn’t really expecting it, you know? But she’s just great, I mean absolutely fantastic.” “And the age difference isn’t an issue?” The reporter presses, though more gently than expected. He scoffs, shaking his head. “No, not all. We want the same things in life and we both have very similar timelines for when we want them. We talked about all of that before we even went on a date and us wanting the same things, just helped finally take the next step.”

“And has the backlash affected you two at all?” “No.” Daniel smiles at the confused look the reporter gives him, letting out a chuckle. “We knew it was going to cause a splash. We’ve never ignored the age difference between us. It’s there and ignoring it wouldn’t do anything.” He pauses, “I understand why people are so concerned, there is a history of large age gaps not being great. But there’s also a history of them working out great, I’ve got plenty of examples in my personal life. Besides, it's not really the age difference that matters, it’s where you're at in life and what you want to come next. We just happen to be in the same place and want the same things to come next.”

The reporter is looking at him stunned before they finally manage to find their voice. “Thank you, Daniel.” “Of course, cheers mate.” He winks, before throwing up a hand to wave at the camera before he jogs off, already knowing that he’ll have a text or two from her calling him a sap over his lovesick grin. And he’d hate to not see them as soon as they came in.

[imagine-shenanigans]

werewolf soap who was raised in a pack/healthy dynamics etc etc and is very very well versed in wolf life because hes got neices and nephews and he's got cousins who had partners turn... and he discovers freshly turned werewolf reader

maybe a victim of one of the enemies, but werewolves and creatures and such are still largely hidden from the public eye so he scoops reader up and reader imprints on him without realizjng it but Soap just knows. Immediately uses all his knowledge to make it worse, make reader more dependent on him, his poor sweet pup :( Doesn't know anything about the world. No matter he'll teach them :)

And reader KNOWS something is wrong but the wires in their brain from not being helped by a sire and imprinting on Soap are all crossed and mangled in the early stages of their transformation. Most wolves nowadays are born into it, because it takes a signifcant effort to turn someone (not just a bite in this case. I'm imagining like. exchange of blood of varying amounts but typically a couple cups worth at least bc lycanthropy tends to be blood-bound like vampirism) so his poor baby is just so confused and distraught, all sickly and needy and confused :(

He's more than happy to help of course, and poor reader KNOWS that Soap isn't being normal about it, some gut instinct says this can't be right, and he's way too into this, but they also didn't know werewolves were real until like. a week ago when some douchebag kidnapped them.

So reader is trying to be understanding but can't because they're also feverish and the longer the month goes on the worse it gets as they get closer to becoming an actual werewolf.

By the time reader has any inclination that Soap has been treating them like a mate, not even courting, jsut straight into it, it's FAR too late for them, his metaphorical and literal jaws have snapped around their neck and he's never letting them go.

and if we're throwing a lil ghoap x reader into it, ghost as a vampire or some other creature who also knows jack shit abt werewolves other than Johnny (who is a bad example and has also been taking advantage of his ignorance to press Ghost's boundaries until Ghost asserts dominance. Soap swears one day he'll win, even if it means losing. Ghost thinks it's cute but narrows his eyes at Johnny anyway.)

And Soap is using this cute, disoriented civillian who he's got on him at all times to brush right past Ghost's boundaries because rhwy were ALL given the order to keep an eye on them. So Soap just walks up to Ghost and tucks reader into his arms with a blanket wrapped around them and presses reader's nose to Ghost's pulse point so they'll get used to his scent. Says soemthing about training recruits, and Ghost thinks its awfully cute the way reader sniffs so curiously like a new puppy at him, memorizing his scent. Thinks the smug way Soap looks when Ghost lets reader sleep on his chest is cute too, but instead of coddling Soap like he does reader a bit, Ghost wants to make Soap beg for forgiveness, the man grinding up into the sole of his boot desperately.

Ghost just snorts and says "Pushing it, MacTavish." and continues to let reader sleep on his chest, aware only that Soap is up to soemthing but hasn't quite figured out what yet. (He's not up to that chapter in the book about werewolves he's been reading, but Ghost decides he'll put in extra time later.)

Meanwhile poor reader who is literally in constant pain/feeling sick/etc is now undergoing a significantly more painful process of imprinting on TWO people, and the poor wires in their brain are so jumbled they'll never escape (which is what Soap wants)

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - The Industry is Having Issues But the Spice Spicy Must Flow

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

March 2024 Wk 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Two Worlds (Thurs IQIYI) eps 1-2 of 10 - One of those "he's dead Jim so time travel" thingames starring MaxNat. I'm over this concept but I do enjoy MaxNat. Phupha (Gun) and Khram (Nat) love each other but Phupha is murdered. Then Khram is pulled to a parallel world where, years ago, Khram and Tai (Max) were in love. However, Khram was killed by Tai’s dad. Now Tai finds alter-Khram. But then there is ALSO an alter-Phupha to deal with. (Phupha is played by Gun Thanawat who was Khom, the repressed butler bodyguard from Unforgotten Night. We like this, but we scared of the love triangle aspect.) Did that make sense? Yeah, okay, see what I mean?

Initial thoughts?

The subs are troubling but I’m enjoying this show a lot. It’s nice to see MaxNat get something meaty to sink their teeth into - that’s not just each other. Also it’s so smart of them to give us a fully fleshed out entire episode developing the alter romance rather than just a separation + death. It makes Khram’s grief and motivation that much more believable. Also it’s really nice to see Nat have good chemistry with other actors. 

Deep Night (Thurs iQiyi) ep 3 of 8 (10?) - I'm still enjoying it. But Two Worlds is objectively better. So this one has lost ranking. Also, unexpectedly chili (the name of my heavy metal Thai cover band).

Lovey switchy and verse main couple too.

This is all quite pleasing.

The bit where the hosts pretend to be a BL couple actor ship was epic on so many levels.

Also unsettling.

All sex work is performative, and in a way there is something more honest about this depiction, in this setting, than what BL actors are made to do on the promo circuit. Which then begs the question, how different is BL from sex work? That's the unsettling bit, for me anyway. Not to slam on sex work AT ALL, we pro-the-true-pros on this damn blog, but actors have been shaded by association with True Professionals for a very long time and BL has already had one epic shut down in this regard. (See the PerthSaint scandal around Love By Chance, no I will not explain.) Where was I? Oh yes, so anyway, see the Gossip section for the part where they better be paid either way!

Also, since I'm a warped fucker, I found this scene funny.

And then hilarious when all of those BL tropes were just trotted out. Like a greatest hits reel.

Truly beyond meta. (How Absolute BL of them.)

Note he’s even standing in yaoi's patented "hands in pocket with the shoulders back"? 

Meanwhile, the gayest bridge in Thailand made its quarterly appearance:

And lip serviced was paid to the most touristy romantic things you can do in Bangkok.

And I mean lip service literally. 

To Be Continued (Thai C3 Thailand grey) ep 5 of 8 - I’m still enjoying it but getting more and more nervous. We getting too close to Promise territory for comfort. EXPLAIN Ji’s reticence well and do it now or risk audience mistrust. We have to be given a GOOD reason for Ji's behavior, or he'll be irredeemable.

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 8 of 12 - NO SINGING. Yes smiley kisses and good communication and a nice healthy relationship. But no singing!

1000 Years Old ep 6 of 12 - Dropping in the ranks. I’m sorry it’s just gotten boring. It has, however, inspired me to invest in my own ridiculous cream fuzzy sweater. Which I plan to wear with leather trousers and huge stumpy boots, like the Kpop queer I truly am. Or do I mean vampire? 

Kiseki Chapter 2 (Sun iQIYI) ep 1 of 6 - Seems to be an excuse for a small posse of Thai actors to wander around Tokyo playing tourist and sing in public . Someone stop them?

“Most people think this kind of thing is bad manners .”

Anyway, it’s v boring. I’ll give it one more ep but I suspect I’ll DNF.

Close Friend Season 3: Soju Bomb! (Weds iQIYI) eps 1-2 of 6 - Meh. This is also looking suspiciously DNF-a-licious.  

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues Youku YouTube & Viki) ep 5 of 11 - It's brilliant. I love it. I'm ready to hurt. Let’s do this thing. 

Distribution note: This one has been picked up and is also airing on Viki now, so it may lose YT distribution in soem territories. I like Youku's hard subs better than Viki's subs, but that's a matter of preference not information since I don't speak Mandarin.

Love is Better the Second Time Around AKA Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 3 of 6 - It is good. Every week I like this show a little more. I'm enjoying a reunion romance explored in Japan's quintessentially contemplative yet slightly surreal way. The juxtaposition of the tenderness of the sex scene with this Japanese brand of authenticity was oddly elegant - for lack of a better way of putting it. All in all, this is a good show. Thought provoking. Stylish.

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 9 of 10 - It remains lovely but they sure are reusing a lot of footage. Also, this was a classic penultimate doom episode. I do wonder how they are going to resolve this show ethically.

My Strawberry Film (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 8 - It is what it is, and it isn’t my style of show no matter what country of origin. Oddly that's one of the reasons I don't like it. Anyone could have made this, it's not as Japanese as I want it to be, it's just indie film club high school angst. Yawn.

I watched it, finally

The Servant and the Young Master (Vietnam YouTube) 7 eps - I dislike vertical filming, but I kind of enjoyed this show as a BL. I like class conflict romances. For me the rich kid is a bit too dictatorial (edges into bulling), but it’s kinda works. It’s sparse and underdeveloped and a bit plotless, but mildly entertaining. If you're missing Vietnamese BL you might give it a try. 6/10 

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) 8eps - A Burmese BL that I had thoughts about but actually ended up recommending. Read the saga here:

It's done, ready to binge, but I suck

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps

It's airing but...

Graduation Countdown (Taiwan YouTube) ep 1 of ? - on one hand it's micro-installment vertical, on the other it's adorable and from Taiwan. I blame @heretherebedork entirely for my conundrum. As indeed, I did for My Type back in the day. (That was Nat Chen's first BL, yes of Kiseki: Dear To Me fame.) So I think I will also simply lean on Here to let me know when it's done and binge all at once. It's just too much to ask me to keep up with 2 minute pieces, I don't have that kind of endurance training, not even for BL.

Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - it's finished now, I dropped it at ep 4. Should I bother?

A Secretly Love (Thai Sat WeTV grey) 10 eps - I watched the first ep but grey is too much work for this inferior of a show. I may pick up and binge if it gets distribution but for now, it gets a DNF from me. KimCop might have held this crap together but Kim without Cop? No thank you.

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing for some reason.

Man Suang that MileApo vehicle from last year is coming to Netflix in the USA. I haven't heard much about it and since the KP stans would have lost their tiny minds if it was any good at all, I'm assuming it's not good at all.

Gossip

Thai BL actor Yoon breaks with his former company and talks about some very very VERY shady goings on in the Thai BL industry. Including not being paid.

And whacha know, same thing happening in Korean BL.

Have I mentioned recently how much I hate the film industry?

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting Soon

3/31 Only Boo! (Thai GMMTV YouTube) 12 eps - New main couple for GMMTV in an idol romance about a boy who dances good and a food stand vendor. Other side of the tracks grumpy/sunshine pair who fall deeply in love but, of course, baby boy idol can't date. Boyband but from GMMTV? Control your singing and I'm game.

4/1 Love is like a Cat (Korea ????) 12 eps - This completed filming Aug 2022(!) which means there have been serious problems with post-production. This is another of Silkwood's Korean+Thai colab projects. Mew Suppasit plays a rookie film star, called the Cat Prince (for his cold arrogance) who goes up against a charismatic puppyish animal daycare director (JM of JUST B). There is also a side romance (love triangle?) with a veterinarian. Geonu of JUST B is also in the cast.

I wonder if this was part of the hold up, with Geonu on Build Up right now, they might have tried to muffle this one. Or maybe it's just that bad...

4/3 We Are (Thai GMMTV YouTube) 12 eps - University ensemble BL featuring PondPhuwin, WinnySatang, AouBoom, MarcPawinPoon - basically the good kind of messy gay friendship group (so more My Engineer and less Only Friends). Looks a bit like the Kiss series but everyone is queer. I'm IN!

Knock-Knock Boys (Thai WeTV?) - 4 college friends conspire to help their friend lose his virginity. Familiar faces like Seng (yes, Billy's previous partner), Best and frest face, news here.

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

NOTE: It looks like one of my personal favorites of last year Unintentional Love Story is getting a spin off!

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Without ghost girl.

With ghost girl.

I think she may be my favorite part of 1000 Years.

CLASSIC tsundere seme description of a sunshine uke. Like classic'est of classic. (Two Worlds)

Is there such a thing as a tired trope in a BL? Since it is a genre that is made up entirely of tropes quilted together? Your philosophical question for today brought to you by Deep Night's kabedon (Japanese trope) + punishment threat (Thai trope).

Love me a lap sit moment. (City of Stars)

(Last week)

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[neednottoneed]

Hope your creative spark comes back!

Prompt: both Danny and ich are fuckin clueless about gay sex bc ich is ich and Danny only realised she was gay after Rebecca died. Beforehand she was all "I'm so Normal about Rebecca everyone feels this way about her and I'm the Normalest Girl!!"

Also I did in fact do a quick drawing of your prompt to me about Ich from schatten-verse and had a great time. Love me this vampire girl.

sorry it took me so long to get to this but I hope it ballooning into almost 1000 words of smut was worth the wait!!

quick study - danvich, 1k, smut

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I stopped her. “You mean you’ve never…” 

“Of course I’ve never. When would I have?” 

“With—with one of the maids, or with—”

But I could not say her name. 

Mrs. Danvers deflated, the fight gone out of her suddenly. 

“Rebecca would have never,” she said. “And as for the maids, that would be a very quick way to get sacked, Mrs. de Winter. You think one of them would stay quiet about that sort of thing? Besides, I… I don’t think I realized, truly, what this sort of attraction was. Not until—I thought it was just Rebecca, until…” 

“Until?” 

“Until you,” she said, and when I surged forward and kissed her I met no resistance. My hands were awkward, clumsy with the buttons on her dress. Our height difference meant she had to bend down to kiss me, or I had to stretch to meet her, but once I pushed her back on the bed and straddled her thigh it made no difference. 

When I had lain with Maxim, my only duty had been to lie there while he panted over me, any sort of my own pleasure forgotten. Often after he had gone to bed I would slide my hand between my legs, try to give myself some of what he had not. The few times I had tried to kiss him while he had been inside me, he had turned his head away so that my mouth had just grazed his jaw.

With Mrs. Danvers, it was different. Her mouth was firm and hot against mine, her tongue darting out and skimming my lip. When I moaned, her own gasps met mine in return. I had rucked her skirts up around her hips, my thigh wedged between hers. When I kissed her, her hips rocked against me in response, spurring me on more. We were clumsy in our motions, still learning the other’s rhythm, but that did not matter. I could not get enough of her. 

“Danny,” I gasped, “Danny—”

She responded by threading her fingers through my hair, tugging until my head was tipped back, her lips on my throat. Her other hand moved to the front of my blouse, her thumb grazing my breast and sending electricity through me.

But it was not enough. I thought of what I did when Maxim had gone to sleep. I had no more experience in these matters than she did, but I didn’t care—I knew what I needed. 

“Touch me,” I begged. “God, Danny, please.” 

“Madam, I don’t…” 

“I’ll show you,” I said, and disentangled myself from her, shucking off my blouse and skirt before I lost my nerve completely. “Come here.” 

Her breath quickened as she lay down on the bed beside me, and I kissed her again, slower this time. Without breaking apart from her I took her hand, slid it up my thigh. 

“Touch me,” I repeated. I threaded my fingers through hers, brought her hand between my legs. When I let her hand go, though, she paused. 

“I don’t know what to do,” she said. 

“Haven’t you touched yourself before, Danny?” I teased. The redness in her cheeks told me she had, but she didn’t pull away from me. “I’m not so different.” 

“Madam…” 

“Danny,” I said. “Please. I want you. I’ll tell you what to do.” 

I kissed her again, and this time when I did she gasped. Her fingers pressed into me and I moaned, rocking my hips against her hand. 

But I needed her closer. 

I grasped her wrist before sliding her hand past the waistband of my knickers, letting go once her fingers traveled lower. Her rhythm increased as I bucked against her, muffling my moans against her neck. For both of our inexperience, anything I had done with Maxim had never felt like what I was doing with her now. 

“Harder,” I gasped, and she obliged. My hands scrabbled down her back, and she sucked in a breath as my nails raked against her skin. I did it again, only half-conscious, and she let out a moan. She quickened her pace between my legs and it was all I could do to keep from crying out. 

“Danny, I—please, please, pleasepleaseplease—” I begged, and I was unsure what I was begging her for until I felt it crash over me. I shuddered against her, clutching her to me, only half-aware my nails were digging into her skin. When I finally came back into myself, I found I could not look at her, so suddenly shy was I at what we had just done. 

“Look at me,” she said quietly, and I lifted my face from her neck. It was only when I shifted that I realized her hand was still between my legs; worse still that even that small movement had me just as desperate for her as I had been only a moment before. 

She kissed me softly then, her free hand tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. 

“Was that all right?” she asked, and I laughed. 

“Yes,” I said. “God, Danny, yes.” 

“Good,” she said. “You know I strive to do things perfectly in this house, Mrs. de Winter.” 

“Yes…” I said, unsure of where she was going. 

“So if I have… erred, in any way, I trust you’ll allow me another chance to get it right.” 

“Oh,” I breathed. I kissed her again. “Yes, I think that can be arranged.” 

“Good,” she said. “And if I don’t succeed, perhaps you could… demonstrate to me what you’d like me to do.” 

“Of course, Mrs. Danvers,” I said. “You seem to be a quick study. I don’t think it would take long.” 

She had pulled away from me then, had begun straightening her dress, re-pinning her hair. 

“On the contrary, Mrs. de Winter,” she said. “I think this is one area where I’m going to need a lot of practice.”

[twig-tea]

10[ish] BL Boys People I Want Carnally

Tagged by @bengiyo who knows I am bad at short lists but also went over 10 on his own list, so everyone should just...not count as you scroll lol. Also warning that in the spirit of this tag game I am probably thirstier here than I've ever been on this site so if that isn't your jam, just scroll along!

BL characters who I absolutely Would, if given a chance (no homewrecking, we're playing by the rules of no-strings-no-relationship-just-getting-wrecked).

Mawin (Ingredients the Series)

Is it cheating to choose a character who basically is Jeff Satur? Maybe. But he's a musician with strong hands and emo hair and I am weak.

Dr. Jedi (Oxygen the Series)

I know we all blocked the doctor subplot from our minds. But this man was quiet, caring, and thirsting for years, he's got some pent-up aggression to get out and I volunteer as tribute. Also he's both extremely competent and a sad boi, two qualities I find very attractive. And that spiky hair is begging to be pulled.

Choi Yu Na (Semantic Error)

While the boys were running around being their messy selves, Yu Na was being a calm, competent, bisexual queen. The embodiment of "do I want to do her or be her", but in this case the answer is definitely both. Guh. I legitimately can't sentence when she's on the screen.

Gumpa (Not Me the series)

This show is of course filled with attractive men. But only one of them has built a found family and resistance group in his garage and was the only one who knew White wasn't Black, and look we've already established that competence is a kink of mine.

Namo (Not Me the series)

Ok but also Namo was smart enough to Not Get Involved, and she was artistic, and also gave off a kind of sad boi energy, and goddd her style in this. She wouldn't even need to do anything except let me worship her, I would do all the work.

Naruse Ryu (Ossan's Love: In the Sky)

Controversial but NGL one of the troubles I had with this AU S2 was that Naruse was so attractive I just wanted him to get laid and be happy. He's a competent, beautiful, confident, slightly bratty sad boi who isn't afraid to put you where he wants you; we could have fun.

YoonWon (The Eighth Sense)

This woman holds together the whole swim club, casually drinks everyone under the table, and gets her man, all while taking absolutely nothing seriously for most of the show. She can get me first.

Tua Phee (Dear Doctor, I'm Coming For Soul)

Tall, brooding, competent, caring, sad boi....clearly I have a type. Plus, he literally disappears, guaranteeing no complications.

In (180 Degrees Longitude)

OK YES I SEE A THEME [Note: Wang could also get it but I don't know if I could match his energy. In, on the other hand, this man looks like he jackhammers until you're done and then stares at a wall].

Yamato Kumai (Restart Tadaima no Ato De)

Please, no wonder Mitsuomi saw him and immediately latched on like a limpet. He's just the right amount of listless that he'd be down for whatever, but not enough that he wouldn't get into it.

Maya (Laws of Attraction)

The choice between Rose and Maya was EXCRUCIATING but while both could step on me, Maya would also let me step on them and I am nothing if not verse. Also the tattoos! And again do I need to repeat: Musicians have strong fingers.

Sunny (Our Dating Sim)

Extremely queer-coded, quiet, competent, tall, sad boi energy, would definitely tell me what she wants and expect that I meet her standards.

Kim (Diary of Tootsies)

NGL I love Natty in this show but she got elbowed out of the way by this man. We know from the show he has game, and we've already established I'm here for verse behaviour. Let's all ignore that he also has floppy hair.

Jay (Discipline Z: Vampire)

This was a close call with Ji Han (tall, floppy dark hair, sad boi, competent, we all know the drill by now) but in my heart of hearts honesty, when I think of Jay in her giant boots and her hacking skills I drool a little.

Daisy (Secret Crush on You)

I admit I don't usually prefer the 'innocence ready to be moulded' as a thing, but Daisy walks that confident/lack of confidence line so well that I think once they were comfortable we'd have fun and they could use me for practice all they want. [This is one in particular where I would 100% be down for a threesome. These two would not let you feel like a third wheel!]

Nawin (Laws of Attraction)

This is the man who defies all my rules and in breaking them is extremely hot. He's unhinged. He's massively entitled. He's baby. He's exactly the type to get obsessed after a one night stand. He's not particularly effective. AND YET. When he runs on screen covered in blood, wearing bloody knuckles, with a massive dorky grin on his face? Everything in me said IN ME (at least he has floppy hair, I am still predictable in one way).

ALRIGHT I'M STOPPING THERE.

tagging @wen-kexing-apologist @sorry-bonebag; @sparklyeyedhimbo; @respectthepetty; @isaksbestpillow; @slayerkitty; @wanderlust-in-my-soul

[thursdaygrl]

i'm eager to get some more things going, so here's a muse specific wishlist of plots. i'll be crossing anything out that i don't wanna double up, just like and i'll come to plot with you!

aurelio — arranged marriage, possibly with the families being in the mafia for the drama of it. / normal people plot.

beatrice — dark academia gay obsession PLEASE, bonus for lili fcs but not necessary at all

crash — angsty opposites attract with someone far too good for him / vampire rockstar verse pls i need it badly, preferably against a human but i'd also take a witch.

cricket — rivals or enemies to lovers / the sneaky journalist being played by someone who is secretly writing a story about her/her family while getting close to her and the fallout of what happens when she finds out.

dawson — figure skater/hockey player im BEGGING you. / accidental pregnancy also.

ford — i have a starter up for this somewhere but i really would like to write him saving a muse from a serial killer/slasher and the two of them healing each other over time. also lowkey want an age gap he protests to cause lol.

grayson — best friend's girl cause i'm a sucker for it. he doesn't treat her right and he's sick of it. lots of drama ensues, preferably.

james — best friends to lovers, specifically with an unlikely friendship so preferably someone a lot girlier/soft.

letha — a little nathan/haley inspired thing, pls.

luther — weird strangers meeting on the road and there's a sudden spark, would absolutely prefer if she was a little crazy cause he'd be into that. could be just intense or a murder, we don't mind. / two members of a band that both write songs and clash cause the chemistry is off the charts, pls.

maren — college campus murder mystery solving aka one of my favourite genres. alternatively, college campus slasher.

moira — a journalist or detective she comes across working the same case in a small town, they clash and also probably bang cause that's fun.

river — something jess and rory inspired cause i'm a sucker for that and i want river against someone bookish and cute.

rory — i really want a girl who thinks she's straight to discover otherwise through rory mostly bc i think it'll be funny. rory will not be trying to romance her at first and she'll do a poor job of it but we'll get there.

sosie — i'd like to play her against someone who works for or with her father, e.g. campaign advisor, fellow politician, bodyguard etc, ya girl loves something forbidden. / cappie and rebecca from greek inspired.

six — sleeping with her boss's girl, 'nuff said / would love to play this little criminal against a successful woman, maybe a lawyer or something who she gets to dominate and help relax.

sully — roommates who cannot stand each other but… :) very much jess and nick from new girl inspired pls.

[idiopathicsmile]

So I wrote a short little Halloween meet-cute about a member of a 1960s monster-themed novelty band who crosses paths with an actual monster, and then just to be extra (and because every so often, I am physically incapable of not writing vintage Halloween tunes), I recorded a demo of one of the songs the band performs.

My conceit was "what if Jolene but different genre, 10% more queer, and also vampires." I'm aware the electric guitar is a little too fuzzy to be period-accurate, but I futzed around with the settings for like an hour and it beats the alternatives.

Lyrics (and guitar chords on the offhand chance you feel like making my week and doing a cover) are under the cut!

Capo 3

VERSE Well [Em] there’s a new girl on the [C] dating scene She’s [Em] got the hearts a-pounding if you [D] know what I mean She’s [Em] held the menfolk [C] in her grip [Em] Since she emerged from that [D] spooky crypt!

CHORUS Oh, [G] everywhere she goes, all the [D] guys, dig her [Em] ruby lips and her [C] hypnotic eyes And [G] I’m heartbroken, I’m a [D] mess ‘cause [Em] everybody wants to date the [C] vampiress!

VERSE [Em] I’ve got a man and I [C] like him okay [Em] But this vampire lady could steal [D] him away She’s [Em] got sharp cheekbones, a [C] magnetic gaze [Em] Eyes you could get lost in for [C] days and days

[Em] Now my guy will wanna [C] be with her, O- [Em] kay, back to the lady, she speaks [D] in a purr She [Em] moves with an eerie kind of [C] creeping grace I’m [Em] sure he longs for [D] her embrace

CHORUS Her [G] beauty can put men [D] in a trance And [Em] make them think of nothing but [C] dark romance Her [G] name fits as perfect as [D] her black dress And [Em] everybody wants to date the [C] vampiress!

VERSE I’ve [Em] got no choice, yeah I [C] gotta be brave [Em] Go and visit her out [D] near her grave [Em] Beg her not to [C] take my fellow Al [Em] though being near her turns [D] me to jell-o

Em C Em D I [Em] knock on her tomb and my [C] hands are shaking Who [Em] knows what evil I might [D] be awaking I [Em] say “don’t steal my man,” and she [C] says “time out” [Em] “I have no idea who you are [D] talking about.”

CHORUS She [G] raises an eyebrow and in[D]vites me in She [Em] smiles and my head be[C]gins to spin It [G] makes me feel—oh I [D] can’t express [Em] Everybody wants to date the [C] vampiress!

[thewritetofreespeech]

Astarion x Reader

words: 1.5K

rating: T

pairing: Ascended!Astarion x Tav

summary: banking off the Jealous!Tav x Astarion ask, I made one for Ascended verse as well.

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Astarion let out a deep sigh as he walked through the long corridors of his palace towards his chambers. Who knew being a Vampire Lord would be so taxing?

He thought it would be all blood, japes, and all-consuming-power when he ascended, but noooo. Apparently, all that power did not come with an instantaneous dark underground to control and city at his feet. He had to put in effort. Time. A lot of both, which somedays Astarion thought was just not worth it. But his ambitions would not let him rest on his laurels. Even if he did need a rest for the evening.

The doors let out a heavy echo as they close behind him, and Astarion sighed once more as he undid his overcoat. His attention then turned towards the bed as he saw the bedding move. “Darling?” He questioned curiously but knew it couldn’t be.

Tav was out with Shadowheart. Catching up with their dear friend while she was in the city, for reasons that were probably told to Astarion but he couldn’t be bother to remember since he wasn’t going. For once he let them go unaccompanied but was now hopeful that they came back early over missing him terribly.

“Master?” Astarion’s face paled (metaphorically, as it could not get any paler than it already was) as the sheets pulled back an a young, blonde, naked woman appeared from the covers. “I thought you’d never come back tonight.”

“What are you doing here Azura?” He hissed at his latest spawn. A silly girl who begged him for the gift, and Astarion gave it to her for no other reason than he felt his beloved needed a new chambermaid. “You dare enter my chambers, uninvited, and help yourself to my bed. Have you lost your absolute mind?!”

Astarion wasn’t exactly kind to his spawn, but he wasn’t nearly as cruel as Cazador. Which he knew was a very low bar. He gave them a fine amount of freedom to move about the castle. Updated the dorms so they weren’t as spartan as what he had been forced to endure. Almost never tortured them unless they absolutely needed to be punished. And this is how he was repaid?!

“Yes. I have lost my mind. Lost it for you, my master.” He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Oh Gods, the idiot was in love. He recognized that soft stare and devoted posture. If her, quite literally, naked display wasn’t enough of a clue he could nearly smell the pheromones off her. “I wanted to surprise you. I wanted to please you.”

“You can please me by getting out.” He pointed to the door although he didn’t compel her. He wasn’t sure why. Perhaps he wanted to again be kind and give her the choice. Or just a sick morbid curiosity on how this would play out.

“Leave? You really don’t want me here?” She seemed surprised. Given her beauty this may have been the first time she was rejected, Astarion assumed. It always surprised him when his quarry didn’t take the bait. Perhaps this was a similar feeling for her. “You really don’t want me to stay?”

Azura pulled back the sheets to reveal that she wasn’t truly naked. Just in a thin nightgown that was so transparent it was nearly invisible. Her skin smooth. Her legs long. Her cunt neatly shaved and breast taunt & perky. She’ll lead men to this castle in droves, he thought. Unfortunately, her charms were immune to him.

“Yes. Get out. I won’t repeat myself again.”

The girl jumped off the bed and came closer. Astarion hoped it was for the door, but no such luck. His spawn leaned into him, delicate and wanting. Staring up into his eyes like a lover while he stared back at her with a stern look. “Shouldn’t a master be able to taste what’s his when he likes. Don’t you miss my blood from the first time? Tasting it on your lips?”

He wants to tell her no. That he hasn’t thought about it since that first time. Honestly, he hadn’t thought of her since that first time. But mentions of blood, and the reminder of the power he felt when he took her life and made it his own, does get his own blood to hum.

“You can have it again, if you’d like. Take all of me. A lord, a king, can take anything he wishes. I can be your obedient consort as well. Be one of your most beloved spawn.” As she spoke her body and lips moved closer to him.

“What’s going on here?”

The girl jumped back, quickly. Like she had been licked by fire. Astarion stood still. He hadn’t done anything wrong, technically, so he had no reason to be afraid. Although that cool look in Tav’s eyes was making him seriously question that decision. “I said: what’s going on here?”

“I was….I-I was just….I…”

“You were trying to take my place, eh?” Astarion chuckled at his beloved’s blunt response. Direct and to the point as always.

“Darling, as if she could.” He moved over to Tav. Separating himself completely from his spawn to sooth his consort. “This is just some misplaced adoration of a spawn and their master. Granted we’ve gone a little far…”

“It’s not misplaced! I love you!” There was a growl in Tav’s throat and Astarion huffed at the girl’s childish pleas. He really had been trying to help her here. “I would never leave you alone like they would! I would be loyal to you always! I can be twice the consort they are if you just give me a ch—"

She doesn’t get to finish asking for her chance that would never come. As her head was hanging limp to the side, nearly off her shoulders. Blood gushing from the gaping hole in her throat. Spraying across the room and down her thin negligee. Once translucent material now opaque as it was drenched in crimson. “Well…that was something.”

“It’s not funny Astarion!” Tav yelled at him. Their eyes were wild and angry as they whipped around to glare at him. A powerful shiver running up his spine in the face of that heat.

“Of course it’s funny. All this for something so trivial. As if this scrap of nothing could have replace you. My beloved, perfect consort.” Astarion came close and lifted their bloody hand to kiss it gently. “No one could, would, or ever will replace you, my love. My wicked heart is yours, for all eternity.”

“Why didn’t you tell her that then?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t think it needed to be said.” His poor dead spawn had to know she was taking a long shot when she came here. And if she didn’t then she was too dumb for Astarion to have around anyway. Still, he supposed Tav was right. He could have made more of an effort to stop her. “Still, it is rather cute that you can still get jealous over my affection. It makes me so hot. Watching you fight over me.”

He heard Tav sigh when he kissed by their ear and then jaw. Hearing them mutter, “not much of a fight” which made his cock harden in his breeches.

“Perhaps I should flirt with women and men more often.”

Astarion felt a hard jerk of his own pristine, sharp jaw away from Tav. Their nails digging into the soft skin of his cheek as they stared at them with a blazing hatred he hadn’t seen since the Elder Brain or that disgusting necromancer in the crypt. “Don’t.” A single word. Sharp. Direct.

He doesn’t like to be told ‘no’ often these days. He’s killed men for less presses against his authority. But that sharp look, one that promised his beloved would leave a trail of bodies like rose petals at his feet if he even pretended to be interested in them, made his blood boil with desire. It’s a beat in his heart that echoes his own. The agonies he would face on men who even stared at his beloved too long. Their glances were only for him. Their body was only his. Their conversations, their passions, their life, their loyalty, all of it was his. He supposed the least he could do was not pretend to be fickle with it.

“Very well, my love. I won’t. My sweet words will, as always, be for you alone. Plus, we can’t have your jealousy wreaking havoc all over the castle & city. Just think of the stains.”

He kissed Tav, to reassure them that his love was for them and them alone, picking them up and carrying them to the bed to remind them properly. As he carried them to their bed, he stepped over poor dead, double dead, Azura’s body. Already forgotten. Already not even a memory. Just a stain in the carpet that would need to be sorted out in the morning.

[pythoria]

something about bg3 i find fascinating is just How Many characters are good and compelling. Usually with most media, be it games or tv shows or movies you have one or 2 characters you get attached to, but with baldur's gate i love almost every single character in their own way.

Astarion is instantly charming and witty, he's the sassy vampire who most people find themselves drawn to, but he's not the only compelling character by far. Gale takes some time to grow on you, but after you actually see how his story unfolds and maybe even romance him, you start understanding that he's just as hurt and sad as any of the other characters, groomed from a young age and misunderstood because of it. Astarion sees himself as just a body to be used, but Gale also thinks he's worthless deep down, especially after losing the bulk of his magic. He's passively suicidal and thinks his abuser is worth sacrificing everything for, and needs the whole camp to yell at him for being stupid to realise he might deserve to live and even, get this, find happiness.

Shadowheart's story and ending isn't talked about a lot, but it is HEARTBREAKING, and both endings for her are the only ones that actually brought tears to my eyes. In a similar way to other characters, her bad ending gives away a lot about her character, almost more than her good ending, and without spoiling it, i'll just say: it's impossible to make her character evil. she will always be governed by a sense of good and justice, and the only thing that goes wrong for her is being misguided and unable to turn back. Whatever she does, she does it because she thinks it's good and just.

I can't go in depth about every character, although they are all incredible, but honourable mentions for me are literally all the villains. Gortash is instantly compelling, and how could he not be with a voice actor like That. Him and Orin are also incredibly visually interesting, as well as their personalities being so magnetic. Ketheric is deeply tragic in his own way, act 2 is practically dedicated to his shattered family and it's so fascinating to see the shards of a broken man scattered across a broken, cursed land.

Raphael has the best theme song by far, he's overflowing with charisma, he speaks in riddles and verse, he's the perfect devil. He draws you in, you almost start to like him, and then you arrive at the House of Hope and the illusion both shatters and builds even further, because his lair is by far the best map in the entire game. You find out he only ever wants to sleep with himself, but that he's terrible in bed according to his succubus. You see people's lost souls pop in and out of existence, and you can only watch them beg for reprieve, but cannot interact. You see debtors crawling around rabidly on all fours, or worshipping his toilet, or sitting in front of his budoir, endlessly bound to watch him and his succubus through the peep hole but never allowed to join. And then there's the final fight, with its incredible song that everyone should experience for the first time in game.

So many compelling characters and i could write an essay about each one. i've barely scratched the surface, and i haven't even mentioned all the origin characters. it's just insane to me how detailed every story is, how they all have their own individual arcs and motivations and they're all fully fleshed out, and feel so god damn REAL. Yeah, bg3 should get GOTY, but honestly that's not even enough. The voice actors need oscars, the composer needs a grammy, and so on and so forth. what a game.

[blueiight]

1. Which kink do you think Louis would have that would surprise Lestat?

2. Do you think this fandoms racism has become more obvious due to Louis being a black creole person? Like I feel like people are more aggressive when they say Louis is top because he’s “rough” and Lestat is this dainty pillow broad.

1) i think it would take a lot to surprise lestat sexually [my dude a #BigOleFreak] but the one thing thatd somewhat unnerve him at first is lou breeding kink.. lestat has a very hobbled relationship w being the architect of creation meanwhile louis is like begging to be bred and plugged up so the baby can take. lestat would come around to it & meanly tease lou about it tho :3 if anything i feel like lestat is the one w/ hyperspecific kinks that unnerve louis and take him more time to get used to [we talmbout virginal catholic pimp who despite selling sex and being the voyeur to numerous sexual encounters, his only actual sexual experiences were handjobs & secretly getting head from younger guys prior to les… les got freudian relations & semi normal (nicki) relations, hes been w / men and women before, hes a real freak. i think lestat is a bratty vers whos dom top ways r activated in the presence of louis omega pillow princess pheromones lol]

2) when ppl hear an accusation of a ‘racism’, their only thoughts is some caricature of a confederate/nazi/klan member screaming that they dont want ‘woke’ [if not using the racial slur w/o the euphemism] vampires. when in reality, racism manifested in fan spaces which are predominately composed of white women / white lgbt w/ #blm stickers or bio posts, who have black friends, maybe have even dated or fucked somebody black, manifests as the beliefs they have internalized bc of cultural messaging around black people. their inability to recognize & analyze evident traits in black charas, the inability to relate to the ‘other’, shoving characters who r not such at all into these narrow stereotypes of the mandingo archetype, the stoic black brute, etc. etc. so when they hear us say ‘fandom racism’, they seem to think we’re calling them klan members & personally insulting them. diverting an observation on trends & cultural messaging to personal feelings, so a bystander can go omg how could u do that :( like i said, idrk or care for low bar discourse or throwing shit on ppl but i do think its funny to see ppl make les a dainty delicate waif off 1 hate sex scene that we dont even rly see all the way c. the other scenes we see lol. so they project onto les cuz hes more relatable to them simply cuz theyre both white? my friend who never even watched just knows of it cuz im aggy af mind u made a profound comment i find applicable w les in both book& show verse

‘[its] the contrast between a public show of subversive bi male femininity versus a domestic/private bi male masculinity—that truly applies to a lot of white gays…putting on the performance of gender non conformity but not actually being equitable in your domestic behaviors and simply reifying gendered violence’

nb ppl r more readily able to apply/recognize gnc ~traits~ in pale skin that may or may not be there. i compare les to david bowie & prince bc those men were gnc in performance but very typical to the role of ‘Man’ in their interpersonal& real lives.

& idt louis is that too gnc in his appearance neither, he still favors suits in his heyday yet in dubai has this androgynous unsettling plain black wardrobe. very cold cutting feminine eartha kitt grace jones type appearance/role he plays in this second interview v. the boyish swagger of a typical 1970s black man he puts on in divisadero in sanfran. but he subverts gendered racial stereotypes moreso in his dynamic w nb partners as black men r expected to be overpowering & domineering. where louis holds up gendered racial stereotypes/dynamics as a black man imo is w/ claudia & miss lily, 2 black women, emotionally and physically extracting from the bw in his life and making claudia make the decisions he cant bring himself to do. sorry if this got a lil off topic lol

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New Sunshine Fic Finally Posted!

If you liked the novel Sunshine by Robin McKinley, you should check out the fanfic over at AO3! There are some amazing works there, and I've finally posted the second part of my canon continuation fic.

Thank you to @anyawen for requesting it for the Fandom Trumps Hate 2022 event!

You can read it here!

If you haven't read Sunshine, below is a completely inadequate summary from my first fic that does it no real justice. (WARNING FOR CANON SPOILERS)

Rae, who goes by the name Sunshine, is the estranged daughter of a once-powerful magic-using family whose own powers, once latent and forgotten, emerged when she was kidnapped by vampires. Intended as a meal for their vampire captive, Con, she helps him escape instead, using the powers that her grandmother showed her as a child long ago. While trying to maintain her life as a coffeehouse baker and her relationship with Mel, an ex-biker war veteran who works as the head cook at the coffeehouse, she and Con explore their newfound bond, her growing magical abilities, and an undeniable though seemingly unwelcome sexual attraction. All of this is complicated by SOF, the Special Other Forces, a police force tasked with hunting down and removing Other threats to humanity. Sunshine maintains a friendship of sorts with several SOF agents, including Pat, who revealed to her that he is a partblood, someone with a demon or two hidden in their family tree. Aimil, Sunshine’s best friend, has also been persuaded to work semi-secretly for SOF, with the best of intentions– preventing all of humanity from being under the sway of the vampires within a hundred years. After a couple of vampire-related incidents, Sunshine came to the notice of the local second-in-command of SOF, the one they call the goddess of pain, a frightening and unethical woman who wields influence over the minds of her minions. After Sunshine and Con have destroyed the master vampire and his nest and temporarily escaped the clutches of the goddess of pain, Sunshine determines that she cannot just turn her back on everything that has happened, no matter how much she wants to. She and Con are inextricably bound to each other. The book ends with the two going out on the vampire equivalent of a stroll-in-the-park first date.

And then Robin McKinley never published anything else in this ‘verse. (insert sounds of readers frantically flipping pages and begging for more)

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Dumb Monster mercs 2 electric boogaloo

So I’ve established that RED Spy tf2 in the monster AU is a werewolf, not a vampire.

RED Medic is a vampire though, and that begs the question of what his bat form would look like.

This is a flying fox. They’re not native to Germany or Euorope as a whole, but I just can’t picture the mad doctor as a scrunch faced little bat.

Like nah fam, that thing’s too round and non-threatening to be him. Also he’s a tall dude, he and Spy are like the same height but he’s just not a beanpole.

The Australian flying foxes get really big, which makes more sense for a vampire anyways because they’re scary. I imagine his bat eyes are still blue, which would make him look like a blind big bat to a civilian who hasn’t read up on vampire lore.

That being said, I imagine vampirism in the tf2 universe is like a magic curse that acts like a parasite. Instead of being able to eat actual food, you drink blood. Depending on what you eat, it tastes like food you used to like as a human, and animals that were raised on a lot of corn or potatoes taste like meat with a side dish.

Human and sentient monster blood tastes foul, and most vamps actually don’t go out of their way to eat people or try to infect them. However. Monster hunting guilds across the world want people to believe that vampires eat humans, because if they learn the truth it puts the art of vampire slaying under scrutiny. And that means less funding for the guilds, as well as shame for their governments.

There’s a simple solution to keep that lie running; starve a vampire and then bring them out to be executed. Because the vampirism is a magic parasite of sorts that makes undead, it needs fuel to keep them healthy. That fuel being some form of blood. If you starve a vamp, the parasite starts sending signals to attack anything that moves and drink its blood, no matter who or what it is.

So even if you were a totally peace-loving vamp, if you got captured by a monster hunting guild you’d be driven mad with hunger and made to look savage.

Medic was actually infected during WWII when he opened a little eyehole slot looking into a vampire’s prison cell. The old man was being held captive by N*zis, and he figured the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Which was true, but the old man had been starved and forced his bat form out of the hole to get him.

The RED team has a paddock of captured animals that the Medic eats. He’d of course sampled their blood from surgeries out of morbid curiosity, but that’s it. It also wasn’t unusual for him to be gone for a long time to refill the animal blood supply.

If he were to get captured by some competent monster hunters, Heavy would be the one sent to rescue him.

Heavy in the monster verse is a large Siberian ogre. Like Vampires, the idea that ogres eat humans is mostly untrue; though some factions have eaten their enemies villages after their own families were attacked or killed.

They have thick skin that is very hard to puncture, which is why it would be safest for him to go and rescue Medic if some bozos tried to starve him. Vampires can’t control themselves when they’ve gone without for more than 4 days, and they can’t stop drinking blood until that unfortunate target is drained. Heavy’s the only teammate who wouldn’t be drained, and who’s capable of wrangling the doctor off him to redirect him to an animal target.

Being a Siberian ogre, Heavy is accustomed to wearing bear fur like a chest plate or vest, with tanned leather pants. Some warmer climate ogres wear leather as well, but tend to keep their bellies bare since they have no need for a full shirt. It would be very easy for the doctor to turn into a bat and hold onto part of Heavy’s bear-fur vest; staying safe and camouflaged in his weakened state while the big guy destroyed the monster hunting outpost.

For anyone curious, the Emesis Blue BLU Medic is not a vampire, but instead a mage that uses healing spells on the BLU team. There’s no weird occult spells in his arsenal, but given his childhood in N*zi Germany as a Jewish man, it didn’t really matter how good his intentions were.

In the regular timeline BLU team has no idea about his heritage, but given how odd it is for a healing, Holy mage to be persecuted in a world of Monster hunters fighting necromancers and witches, the subject did come up. BLU team may not have a Scout, but they are less aloof and secretive than in the main timeline. Even Spy.

RED Spy and BLU Ma still had BLU Scout since he and RED Ma are friends, not compatible lovers. But both Scouts are on RED team.

BLU Soldier was brought back to life like Frankenstein’s monster by the US government to fight in Vietnam. He escaped and decided to join BLU to keep himself from being sicked on someone by his lying government.

BLU Pyro [Cheryl] was human once, but the bratty girls in her Maine hometown wanted her “weird ***” gone, so they tried to turn her into a scary dragon. They misread the spell and accidentally turned her into a Phoenix. This serves her well fighting against RED Pyro, since she keeps regenerating when destroyed.

RED and BLU exist more to keep the monster mercs strong and wily, so they can fight monster hunters. Though, the witch administrator had successfully gaslighted Redmond and Blutarch to believe otherwise. She doesn’t really care about the mercs, but hates humans a lot more for inconveniencing her and her unknown plans.

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Name: Mercy Williams Species: Vampire Occupation: Unemployed Age: 368 Years Old (Looks about 33) Played By: Sunny Face Claim: Emilia Clarke

"Prithee! Please forgive me for my ways!"

TW: Sibling death, head injury

Love thy neighbor. It was just one of the many verses drilled so passionately into little Mercy Anne Williams' head as a child by a stern, but loving mother and father who wanted nothing but the best for their two children. And so she did love thy neighbor. Reading her Bible daily, doing her chores fervently to help out her mother, and always offering to help her father, who was the town blacksmith. Though showing that same respect to her older brother was sometimes harder and would result with a switch to the palm of the hand and no supper. But Mercy’s favorite thing was to visit the neighboring homes that sat just on the brink of Salem Village closer to their home on Ipswich Road, where she often played silly games with her best friend, Abigail until it was time to return home.

But as Mercy grew older, time spent with Abigail had lessened as she grew smitten for a boy in Salem Town. His name was Thomas, and he wasn’t much older than Mercy. And as the years passed and the two grew closer, it was determined that Thomas and Mercy would marry on her twentieth birthday. And so as proclaimed, the pair were wed in Salem Town at the only church.

Three years later Mercy was with child, and Thomas had established his role in Salem Town as a tax collector. Life had changed greatly for the young woman, and though she married into a family of wealth, her humility remained. And once little Sarah was born, Mercy made it a point to teach her the same lessons taught by her mother and father – Love thy neighbor.

Fast forward ten years to 1689, and Salem had been subjected to King William’s War. Refugees from other parts of the developing East coast fled to the small town and village for safety, but with the villagers already struggling, rations for food and supplies caused even more tension on the already over-taxed citizens. And unfortunately for Mercy’s brother Jude, he had been caught in the middle of a fight that ended his life and left Mercy and her family devastated. But for a family who had always given their best to those around them, tragedy once again struck, when Mercy fell victim to a nearly deadly attack herself.

Unintentionally staying out past nightfall at a friend’s house, the thirty-three year old woman was on her way home when an unfamiliar man had stopped her begging for money, but when Mercy had nothing she could offer, his demeanor soured and with the strength of something unholy, he sent her careening toward a wall where she was nearly knocked unconscious and on the brink of death. With merely blurred flashes of a thin figured woman leaning over her, Mercy could barely know what was happening aside from what felt like a sharp pain in her neck followed by a warm metallic taste that filled her senses.

For two days, Mercy struggled to regain consciousness, but on the eve of the third day, the ill woman woke with a ferocious hunger. A craving that was unnatural and left her to attack anything in a blind rage. And when she had finally regained herself, the maid that had been caring for her during her illness lay paler than the white sheet that had once covered the sickly woman, and Mercy stood covered in blood.

Spiraling at the realization that she had been the woman’s cause of death, Mercy fled the house only to take up shelter in a hayloft just on the brink of Salem Village out of fear that her husband and child may be next. But with the lack of knowledge of what kind of creature she had become, she found herself in another bout of desperation which eventually caused her to flee the barn on the hunt for anything that provided her with a source of blood.

For the next three years, Mercy did what she could to survive, which meant going against everything she was taught and learning the hard way that she was now an abomination to God. Rumors swirled of sightings, but she managed to stay hidden, only surfacing at night for the briefest glimpse of her family and the constant hunt for animal's blood, especially now that the persecution and false claims of witches ran rampant throughout. For someone once so lively and kind, she had just disappeared without a trace. But it was an old friend, someone who had grown spiteful of her status over the years and the same someone that had turned Mercy into the monster that she had become, that had outed her as a witch – Abigail, who had caught Mercy by accident feeding off of a hog that belonged to her and her husband. 

Knowing that it would only be a matter of time before she was caught, Mercy reluctantly left her home and her family for a place up north. A small town known as Wicked’s Rest. Things had seemed a lot quieter there. And for once, she felt that a life after becoming the demon that she believed she was had been possible. But as if God was punishing her once more for the crimes she had committed in her home of Salem, Massachusetts, Mercy found herself on the other end of a pointed finger and one that she couldn’t bring herself to escape.

Condemned to an eternity in a pine box buried deep in the ground, the woman found herself slowly withering away as the nail positioned her in place for a life in a dark and lonely hell, but then something happened. Something unexpected. As her skin began to sting, Mercy had awoken from a sleep that had lasted for centuries leaving her to feed on her savior and a strong realization that the world she once knew was long gone.

Character Facts:

Personality: Confused, lost, apprehensive, humble, cunning, resilient, compassionate, remorseful, scrappy, sorrowful

Mercy’s parents were God fearing people making sure to attend Church every week, which meant a three hour walk into Salem Town every Sunday and teaching their daughter the ways of the Lord via the Geneva Bible.

Mercy’s father was a blacksmith, and whenever she got the chance, she would help him with making tools as well as shoes for the neighboring horses.

Mercy loved to sing hymns, but after turning, she realized that singing the word of God physically made her ill – which broke her already shattered heart.

She doesn’t actually know that she’s a vampire. It took trial and error to figure out what she knows, like how blood is what she needs to survive and staying in the sunlight too long can harm her.

Her biggest regret is not being able to grow old with her husband or watch her daughter live out her life.

No matter how hard she tries, the evolution of the English language still befuddles her.

Electricity, running water, cars, cell phones, and the internet also seem to confuse her, but she’s certainly trying to learn!