#how i met my vampire

[hummingbird-of-light]

How I met my Vampire (Part 4)

"Scotty? Scotty, are you even listening to me? Scotty!"

Startled, the Scotsman winced as McCoy's voice reached his ears.

"Hmm? What is it?"

He hadn't been listening, had been back in the church in his mind. He was thinking of Khan.

How was he going to convince the vampire that he had to leave? He'd talked big the night before, but he didn't really have a plan for how to scare Khan away. He didn't want to hurt him, after all.

"I asked if you'd been to the doctor yet?" McCoy repeated his question, and Scott shook his head.

"No, I told ye that wasn't necessary."

His co-trainee raised an eyebrow doubtfully.

"You look terrible, though. Have you looked at the bags under your eyes?"

Scotty sighed.

"I was just up late last night."

That was the truth. He had been thinking about the vampire the whole time. Whenever he had closed his eyes, there had been Khan's face.

His beautiful eyes, the handsome skin, the smile.

Scotty's heart sank into his stomach as he thought about it again. What was wrong with him?

"And bright red you are, too! You must have a fever. An infection from that beast of a bat."

At those words, a spark of anger ignited in Scotty's chest.

"Oi! It's not a beast! Just... a wee helpless animal."

Now Jim joined in as well.

"What, you've always said yourself that bats are annoying beasts."

Scotty immediately turned even redder.

"Well, I... I've been thinking about it some more. It's wrong to insult these animals. After all, God wants us to value all His living creatures, doesn't He?"

That was a plausible explanation, after all. And it was true. At least... for the most part. Maybe the fact that it was that bat had something to do with his reaction too. But... that played only a minor role.

"Well, if you say so," Jim replied with a shrug, but McCoy wasn't satisfied.

"God certainly didn't intend for these beings to approach us, though. We are, after all, His greatest creation."

"What are the bats supposed to do if we take away their habitat?!"

Before Scott could even think about it, the words were spoken.

Oh no... how was he going to explain this? He shouldn't know about the bat's reasons, after all.

"That bat just showed up on our church property. We didn't take anything from it," McCoy protested irritably.

"Well... someone has taken its home. And... maybe it's better if we give it sanctuary until it finds a new home."

"Well, if you want to clean up the mess it leaves behind every time, have fun," Jim agreed.

Scotty rolled his eyes. When had his friends become so annoying?

~

The church clock bell struck exactly 10 o'clock as Scott entered the building that night.

He simply had to talk to Khan again. If the church congregation was already so hostile to a bat, what would it be like with a vampire?

"H-hello?"

Why was his voice shaking? He was usually brave, showing no fear.

"Khan?"

Scotty, who had come through the back entrance, slipped into the sanctuary and looked around searchingly.

The vampire was nowhere to be discovered. The offerings were untouched.

"A-are ye there?"

Scotty was about to step up the pulpit when he heard a flutter behind him.

"Boo!"

Scotty couldn't help a yelp as the vampire startled him.

"Oi!"

Khan just laughed.

"Tidbit, what a pleasant surprise. How's it going?"

Scotty was about to answer something when his eyes fell on the blood at the corner of Khan's mouth.

His eyes widened.

"Y-ye have..."

The vampire seemed to notice it too and wiped his hand along his mouth.

"Oops, I guess I was a little too wild with the drinking."

Khan licked the blood off his thumb and Scotty felt his legs begin to shake.

Khan... had drunk someone's blood. The blood of a human being!

[iwtv-az-hours]

Poor man

He just wanted another night of drugs and perhaps some c0ck

Instead he found himself accidently homewrecking the morbidly disfunctional 28year marriage of the one real life vampire gay couple currently roaming the state

[skunkes]

[dubaipenthouseupdates]

Louis & Armand • Do you know what it means to be Loved by Death

[mustbolt]

KNOW THY ENEMY, katherine + elena.

[sageandred]

*(& still salty about it)

new poll: Who's your Roman Empire non-endgame couple Part 2? ends 12/30

[draculavian]

the lone wolf vampire historian

[sso-montana]

Wings, hearts, some things are meant to be torn apart

Word Count: 3k+ Rating: Mature Warnings: violence, implied character death, vulgar language, descriptions of injuries, blood mention OC's Mentioned: Rachel Harrow @starstable-eve, Alina @alinasteelcrest, Carolina @carolina-nightjar

[Even in a zombie apocalypse Montana didn't expect something like this to happen. All she had wanted was to look for old Jasper, not have her humanity taken from her.]

As the head drops from the zombies shoulders its body soon follows. Montana was panting from exhaustion, pulling the blue scarf she had wrapped around her head down to allow more air to flow into her lungs. It was a safety precaution to stop any potentially zombie fluids from entering her system while… taking care of them.

The thought of zombie blood or saliva getting into her mouth was also, simply put, fucking disgusting.

“Onyx?” As she called out there came a low whine in response before a head popped out from behind a boulder not too far away. With a last look around what had once been a small zombie group that had been separated from the Silverglade Horde she let out a sigh and swung her axe over her shoulder. The shire came walking towards her, stopping only to sniff at a severed head before snorting in disgust and continuing his walk. As his hind legs passed the skull he gave a forceful kick against it, sending it flying straight into a bush.

The girl couldn't help but chuckle at her horse's attitude. At least some things hadn't changed since the start of all… this.

Really, Onyx's attitude had not let up even a single bit. The tantrum he had thrown before, whilst and especially after she had cut his mane and tail for his own safety had been the worst one she had ever seen.

Truth be told, it had hurt her, too. Justin and her had always threatened to cut them because of how terrible the grooming process was. Of course they’d never gone through with it, after all Onyx had always taken pride in his mane and tail (Montana wanted to judge him for it, really, but who was she to do so, considering how important her hair was for her, too?). It had been nothing more than a joke.

But actually having to do it because it could one day be the difference between life and death for him…

Shaking her head the former blacksmith apprentice turned her focus back on the present. Her fingers didn't feel the warmth from Onyx’s nose as she gently stroked it.

Of course she didn't. It had been ages since she had been able to feel any kind of warmth. The wildlife she hunted and cooked for food didn't feel warm to her, either. It wasn't cold and for the tiniest of seconds she was almost able to feel the heat of it as she bit down but immediately after the meat simply felt… not cold. It was weird to describe it and even weirder to actually eat.

Not even fire itself was of any use to her. The bandage that wrapped around her lower left arm and was hidden beneath her thermo clothing was a cruel reminder of that. Had Onyx not cried out when it happened it was unlikely she would've noticed the burn at all.

“Ready to head over to Jasper's farm?”

A soft snort was all the response she got. Montana gave the shire one last pat on his nose before she placed her axe in the scabbard she had taken (stolen) from one of the abandoned Jorvik Rangers Stations in Mistfall and attached to Onyx's saddle before she swung herself on the horse's back.

With her plan of taking the mountain range path instead of riding past the Equestrian Center- or what was left of it- the trek towards Golden Hills was still a good hour away. The chance of encountering both zombies or other survivors were much lower that way which was just up to her liking. Weeding out zombies was exhausting and she didn't have the energy for that after today's stunt.

Looking up at the fading sun they'd most likely arrive after nightfall.

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As she slipped through the metal gate Montana let out a string of curses. Her right hand had gotten caught on one of the broken metal bars and cut through her shirt. There was already a trail of blood forming, reaching from her index finger across the back of her hand all the way down to the right corner of her wrist.

Onyx let out a worried whine at her reaction, nervously scratching at the ground with his hoofs. He hadn't liked the idea of her looking for Jasper all on her own from the start.

“It's nothing. I'll be fine.”

Judging from his pinned back ears and continued scratching at the pavement her poor attempt at sounding reassuring wasn't working at all.

With a heavy sigh she motioned towards the riding arena to where Onyx, after a ten second stare down, started heading.

If he wanted to it would be no problem for the shire to kick down what was left of the gate, they both knew it. The only reason Onyx had refrained from doing so was that Montana wouldn't have it. Neither the noise nor the potential injuries were worth having him accompany her on the little trip. A five minute trip from the gate to the farm. Maybe she could make it in two if she ran. He was being dramatic.

Hopefully she wouldn't have to run.

Heading towards the old farm Montana couldn't help the sinking feeling in her stomach. Maybe it was wrong or even stupid to look for old man Jasper, but she had to. Not just for her own peace of mind but also the Moorlands. If she ever saw them again she could at least tell them about him. They were the only ones she still had left after her grandma had…

Pushing that memory back to the dark corners of her mind she started to observe her surroundings more closely.

There weren't any zombies around that she could see or hear. Not even the wolves that would usually howl at this time of night made a sound. No insects, no wind, nothing.

‘Something is wrong’ the thought kept repeating in the back of her mind as she got closer to the farmhouse. Something or someone was in the area that nature itself was terrified of.

‘Rule number one: if you're out in the wild and everything goes quiet, leave. Nature doesn't go silent unless something horrible is about to happen.’ It had been an offhand comment by one of the Jorvik Rangers- Rachel, maybe?- when they got talking after she had dropped off a delivery from the blacksmith. Back then Montana didn't think much of it, though after the incident she'd more than internalized that rule.

The sound of dry leaves crunching beneath her boots seemed deafeningly loud in the dead of night.

Trying to redirect her focus on the mission she had set for herself the uneasy feeling in her stomach only grew the closer she got to the house. It was hard to make out in the dark before but now she could see the front door was wide open, left hanging onto a single hinge that threatened to give out any second. Some of the windows were broken, the railing around the porch destroyed and even some of the tiles from the roof were missing.

There was no chance in hell Jasper was still around, at least not alive. She should go back. She knew she should go back. All she had to defend herself with was a knife- it wasn't bad, better than nothing, but the thought of being without her axe made her insides turn and not in a good way.

'It's fine. Calm down. At least look if there's some food left. That way the trip wasn't completely useless’ as she set foot on the porch the creaking of the wood almost caused her to turn around and make a run back to the gate right then and there.

She waited a second.

Then another one.

There was no reaction from… well, anything around her. No breeze, no sound of animals or zombies, no rustling of bushes or grass. Nothing changed. Just quiet. Too quiet.

It felt like a pair of eyes was watching her.

Shaking her head Montana mumbled to herself while walking over to the front door: “Get a grip.”

She was getting paranoid. Which was probably a good thing considering the whole zombie-apocalypse-shit that was going on. Better safe than bitten.

Still. It made her feel crazy, even if it was just a little bit.

Maybe she was turning crazy. When had she last held an actual conversation with another human being? Was it the time she had given that rider with the injured leg the warning about the collapsed bridge at Valedale Lake? Or when she shared some of her water with that blond-haired girl in Mistfall? These days everything seemed to blend in together.

Wake up. Travel around. Kill zombies. Look for food. Find shelter for the night. Repeat the next morning. The longest period of time she had spent in one place had been a week and that was back when she had been at the Valley.

Sitting around doing nothing felt wrong. Thinning out the zombies at least gave her a purpose. Like she was doing something useful.

Her thoughts came to a screeching halt as she entered the living room of the old farmhouse.

Flipped over furniture and broken glass was scattered around with books and photo frames thrown into the mix.

And the remnants of what had once been Jasper Holbrook laying on the floor.

It wasn't surprising, not really. Jasper had been old and stubborn and probably refused to join the G.V. because his farm “wasn't that far away.”

That didn't mean it didn't hurt. He was one of the last people she had left that she actually cared about, that she had considered family. To see his body mauled and eaten by those disgusting, wretched, abominations-

Blind rage or grief, it was hard to tell the cause of the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

'Don't cry. Don't you fucking cry.’

Swiftly turning around Montana headed to the kitchen, the back of her uninjured hand viciously rubbing at the corners of her eyes. Crying won't solve anything. It wouldn't help her, it sure as fuck wouldn't help Jasper. Finding food that hadn't been raided by survivors would help. Finding a first aid kit would help.

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Canned green beans and pumpkin purée, crispbread and raisins. Sure, it wasn't the best selection of food and sure as hell not something the former blacksmith apprentice would usually go for, but who could afford to be picky in an apocalypse? The big bottles of water were a good addition as well. Something with more flavor would've been nice though.

‘Man, I miss Energy Drinks’

Did it feel silly thinking about missing the fuel for her caffeine and sugary drink addiction? Yes. Was it at least somewhat helpful in keeping her feel normal-ish? Also yes. Humor had always been her coping mechanism, much to the dismay of others, and now there was no one but Onyx to judge her for her warped sense of keeping spirits high. Or the attempt therefor.

There was still the feeling of dread following her as she sat down on the porch steps and pulled out the fresh bandages she had found in a first aid kit. Disinfectant wasn't something she had been able to acquire though so the bottle of vodka she had found needed to do.

Taking a sniff from the bottle the former blacksmith apprentice considered taking a sip before eventually deciding against it. Alcohol had never been something she actively sought out, at least not in a comforting way. Self-hatred had driven her to many things but at least alcoholism wasn't one of them.

She could almost hear Justins disapproving sigh in the back of her mind.

Her face twisted in discomfort as the bottle's contents poured over the torn skin of her hand. The sting common for alcohol coming into contact with wounds accompanied by the icy cold feeling of the liquor send multiple shivers down her spine. It was as if a thousand tiny icicles bore into the already aching wound. She quickly set down the now half empty bottle beside her as another colorful string of curses left her lips.

“Stupid stupid stupid sealed magic!”

Montana shook her hand vigorously as if she would be able to shake the pain away, too. Pressing down on the cut with a crumpled up tissue she let out a quiet groan. ‘The things I do to prevent a fucking infection.’

Justin should be proud of her. She was taking care of herself. Somewhat.

As soon as the aching had faded to a dull pain the girl removed the tissue and started wrapping the bandage around her hand. At the very least it had stopped bleeding.

After the rest of the vodka and bandages had been stowed away in her bag Montana stood up from the porch, giving her surroundings one last look before-

Snap

The world seemed to freeze. Her pulse skyrocketed. Blood pumped through her veins with such an intensity she almost felt warm. Her mind was racing, going through every possible scenario of what that could've been, of what she had to defend herself with, of what her chances of survival were depending on her opponent.

Every single fiber in her body told her to run, to flee, to get away from there holy shit your going to die-

Rustling. There was the slightest rustling coming from a bush not too far away and out of the corner of her eye she could see a hooded figure emerging from the direction.

Without a second or even first thought Montana started to sprint. Toward the gate, towards her exit, towards safety. It wasn't strategic or graceful or even thought through. It was pure, primal survival instinct.

There was commotion behind her. More rustling. The breaking of branches and crunching of leaves. Footsteps.

She didn't dare turn around. This wasn't a matter of who was stronger but who was faster. Luckily for her adrenaline and the fear of dying did wonders for one's presumed limits.

But it wasn't good enough.

Halfway across the path something jumped her back. The girl's face was smashed into the muddy ground beneath her feet, muffling her groaning and screaming. She faintly registered the pain shooting through her nose and temple as they collided with the ground but didn't dare to focus on it.

The weight on her back shifted, a hand pressing down her head while another pulled at her scarf and turtleneck. In a matter of milliseconds, before she even had any chance to do something, there were two sharp objects piercing her skin. Her cry was muffled by the mud, hands balling into fists as a pain shot from her neck through her nervous system.

Something was biting her and she was completely helpless.

'Fight.’

‘Fight!’

‘God-fucking-dammit fight you useless bitch!'

The all too familiar rage filling her veins helped fuel the fire in her chest. With not even half a mind on what she was doing and the rest focused on surviving Montana tried reaching for the knife strapped to her leg. Her right arm had been trapped under her own body and the struggle to get it out seemingly caught the attention of who or whatever had attacked her. The stinging pain in her neck deepened as the hand that presumably had held her clothes now was pushing down on her right shoulder.

This couldn't be it.

This wouldn't be it.

She was tough. She was strong. No fucking chance she would let herself be killed just like that.

Racking her brain for something she could do to escape other than uselessly wiggling her body beneath the weight on top of her and her left hand hitting against what was probably the back of the thing an idea finally popped into her mind.

Putting as much force as she could behind it Montana slammed her head up and back, colliding the back of her skull with the forehead of her attacker.

Finally. The things- teeth most likely now that she gave it an actual thought- left her neck as the thing above her cursed.

Without a second to lose she gave another headbutt, ignoring the pain it sent through her own skull, before putting all her energy into rolling them both over. After two rolls she managed to shake the thing- person?- off her back. After three she scrambled to her feet and started running towards the gate again, putting a good distance between her and her attacker.

Again, she didn't care to look at whatever had attacked her before starting to sprint. She needed to get out. Needed to get to Onyx and her axe. Survival was more important than information.

Slipping through the gate in a haste it seemed almost ironic that she didn't sustain any injuries now that she wasn't being careful.

There were no footsteps behind as she sprinted towards the riding arena, her legs carrying her even faster once she spotted Onyx’s silhouette in the distance.

Seeing his rider running towards him the shire didn't waste a second and started galloping towards her. Only once they had reached each other did the two of them stop, Montana panting from exhaustion as Onyx whined loudly and positioned himself between her and the direction of the gate, ears pinned back and nostrils flared.

As she heaved herself up into the saddle the girl didn't waste any time on waiting for only god knew what had attacked her to show itself.

“We're leaving.”

Her voice was raspy, eyes staring into space as she gripped the reins tightly and let Onyx take the lead, galloping towards the direction of the mountain path they had come from. The aches all over her body, her hand, neck, head and nose slowly started to register as her pulse calmed down.

‘What in the actual hell just happened?’

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Montana doesn't know where she is. Actually, she doesn't remember anything that happened the last few days- weeks? Everything is a blurry mess. She doesn't remember how she got here, where Onyx is or why she was kneeling beside a corpse.

….

‘What?’

Her hands tremble as she looks over to the dead body laying beside her. The girl's jaw is slack, a silent scream leaving her pale lips. Her eyes are wide open, lifeless and staring into space.

There's a strong taste of iron in Montana’s mouth causing her to subconsciously lick her lips only for her tongue to graze something sharp. She winces, lifting one hand to tap along her lips and realizes her canine teeth are way sharper than she remembered. Longer too, now that she thought about it.

Thirsty. She was so, so thirsty. As if she hadn't had a single drop of water in weeks. Looking around for any possible source of water she went through what she currently knew.

‘A dead person. Sharp teeth. Blood in your mouth. A memory gap.’ While turning her head back to the corpse beside her she saw two holes, not even as big as her pinky's fingernail, at the base of the neck. The person seemed pale, weirdly so. As if all life had been sucked out of them.

As the pieces of the puzzle started falling into place the former blacksmith apprentice started shaking her head, trying, and failing, to get up from the ground. Something in her brain clicked and she started scrambling backwards on her hands and feet. Away from the corpse. Away from what she now realized had once been Judy.

Judy. Sweet, nice, Judy that worked at the Equestrian Center. Laying dead at her feet with an empty expression toward the afternoon sky.

With half a thought to not alert any possible zombies that may be lurking nearby Montana clasped her hands over her mouth before she started screaming.

Screaming at the sight of Judy, dead and lifeless and so, so pale.

Screaming at the thought that she had to have done this.

Screaming over the agonizing realization that whatever had happened at Jaspers Farm had fundamentally changed her.

Screaming because something within her knew- she wasn't human anymore.

[kindaorangey]

well i'm comforted by the knowledge that book!armand has some faith in the christian god (and, like, that this faith is vital to his character) because it means theres absolutely no fucking way they'd just do that one-to-one in the show and so we're one step closer to an exploration of show!armand's relationship with islam

[hummingbird-of-light]

I did it!!! I wrote the first part of a story based on the wonderful AU drawings of @simmeons

Don't know when I'll write another part, but let's start with the first one XD

How I met my Vampire (Part 1)

Montgomery Scott let out a deep sigh as he listened to his fellow trainees talk about the bat problem once again. They all acted so tough, but when a wee blood-sucking animal flew through the church, they didn't dare to go near the building.

Though the Scotsman had to admit that it was very strange. He had scared away the beasts at least three times, but everyday - or night in that case - a new bat had appeared.

Well, this time he was ready. He had sworn that he would find out where the bats kept coming from. And he had a plan.

"You're okay, Scotty?"

Scott looked over at the young man who had talked to him.

Leonard McCoy. Everyone who knew the brown-haired tall boy, had expected him to become a doctor just like his parents, but he had chosen the path of a priest.

"Aye, sure," Scotty replied with a shrug.

"Don't believe him, Bones. He's disappointed, because he can't solve the bat problem," another voice teased him.

It was Jim Kirk. The blonde boy was said to be a womanizer - which wasn't exactly the best prerequisite to become a priest - but his stepfather was the head of the church and Jim would follow in his steps.

"Well, at least I try to do something. Ye just don't want yer pretty face to get scratched," Scotty retorted and Leonard snorted at the comment.

"He's right about that. And stop calling me Bones! I'll be a priest, not a doctor!"

"Well, Bones," Jim emphasized the nickname, "my face is too pretty, after all, so I have a good reason. What's yours?"

McCoy rolled his eyes.

"I could give you a list of dozens of infectious diseases these monsters transmit, starting with rabbies. I don't have a death wish."

Scotty chuckled.

"Ye are all exaggerating. It's not that bad. And this time I'll get these bats to leave our church forever so that ye are all safe again."

"Yeah, well... we'll see about that."

Jim got up and clapped Scott on the shoulder.

The Scotsman knew that they didn't believe him, but he would prove it to them! For sure!

~

He was sitting in the warmest part of the cold church and waited for something to happen. His eyes were focused on the ceiling. There had to be a hole somewhere. He let his eyes wander, but couldn't find anything.

Maybe he shouldn't just sit and wait, but do something.

Scotty got up and started to walk through the hallways. He wasn't sure where to start looking.

Maybe inside the church tower? Scotty made his way over to the stairs, but before he could take a step, he heard a strange noise.

Startled, the young Scotsman whirled around.

It had come from the main hall! For sure!

Scotty started to sneak towards the big chancel. Step by step he moved forward and finally glanced around a corner.

What he saw made him stop and stare.

There, in front of the altar, was a person.

The bright fullmoon shone through the colorful windows, but still, Scotty could only make out the shape of a tall, male figure.

Black clothes, dark hair, pale skin.

The man made himself over the offerings, grabbing one piece after the other.

Bread, apples, pears.

Maybe it was a homeless man? Someone who needed the help of the church, but didn't dare to ask for help?

Scotty took another step forward, but when the man moved his head slightly, the Scotsman froze. His eyes widened in shock.

The ears of the man... looked different. They were pointed. But there was something even more shocking to Scott.

As the man took another bite of the bread, Scotty could see sharp white teeth.

His mind started to race.

Pointy ears, pale skin, sharp teeth.

"A vampire."

The hiss had left his mouth before he knew it and suddenly the black-haired man turned around.

Scotty yelped in shock, not knowing what to do.

He'd die! That monster would suck out his blood and kill him!

However, he was wrong. The vampire was apparently startled himself and quickly turned into a bat.

It was the bat Scotty had scared away so many times before! It... had always been the same!

Before Scotty could say or do anything, the bat attacked him. He quickly threw up his arms to defend himself, but when the bat flew away, there were already several wee scratches in the Scotsman's face.

Scotty fell onto his knees, breathing heavily. What the heck had happened just now?!

[mayamidnightmelody]

My Crush: Alyson Hannigan (from Buffy to American Pie to HIMYM)

In the pantheon of Hollywood stars, few have achieved the level of adoration and respect as Alyson Hannigan. With a career spanning decades, Hannigan has captivated audiences with her undeniable talent, infectious charm, and unparalleled versatility. From her breakout role as the lovable Willow Rosenberg in "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" to her iconic portrayal of Michelle Flaherty in the raunchy comedy "American Pie" and her beloved character Lily Aldrin in the hit sitcom "How I Met Your Mother" (HIMYM), Hannigan has left an indelible mark on the entertainment industry.

Born on March 24, 1974, in Washington, D.C., Alyson Hannigan's journey to stardom began at a young age. Blessed with natural talent and a passion for performing, she quickly found success in the world of acting. However, it was her role as Willow Rosenberg in "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" that catapulted her to international fame. As Buffy's loyal and quirky best friend, Hannigan's portrayal of Willow resonated with audiences around the globe, earning her a dedicated fanbase and critical acclaim.

But it wasn't just Hannigan's acting prowess that made her stand out; it was her ability to infuse each role with depth, authenticity, and humor. In "Buffy the Vampire Slayer," Hannigan tackled complex storylines with grace and nuance, portraying Willow's journey from a shy, bookish teenager to a powerful witch with emotional depth and vulnerability. Her on-screen chemistry with co-stars Sarah Michelle Gellar and Nicholas Brendon added an extra layer of magic to the show, solidifying her status as a fan favorite.

Following her success on "Buffy," Hannigan continued to showcase her range as an actress, taking on roles that pushed boundaries and challenged stereotypes. In 1999, she starred as Michelle Flaherty in the cult classic "American Pie," a role that would cement her status as a comedic powerhouse. As the sweet and innocent band camp geek, Hannigan delivered a performance that was both hilarious and endearing, earning her widespread acclaim and establishing her as a leading lady in the world of comedy.

Of course, no discussion of Alyson Hannigan's career would be complete without mentioning her iconic role as Lily Aldrin in "How I Met Your Mother." As Ted Mosby's best friend and confidante, Lily brought heart, humor, and a touch of mischief to the beloved sitcom. Hannigan's portrayal of the quirky kindergarten teacher won over audiences with her impeccable comedic timing and undeniable chemistry with co-stars Jason Segel, Neil Patrick Harris, Cobie Smulders, and Josh Radnor.

Throughout her career, Alyson Hannigan has embraced her sexuality and body positivity, often showcasing her figure in various film and television roles. From her memorable scenes in "American Pie" to her playful antics in "How I Met Your Mother," Hannigan has never shied away from embracing her physicality as a part of her characters. Her confidence and comfort in her own skin have inspired countless fans and served as a powerful reminder that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes.

In an industry often plagued by unrealistic beauty standards, Hannigan's unapologetic embrace of her body sends a powerful message of self-love and acceptance. Whether she's playing a witch, a band camp geek, or a kindergarten teacher, Hannigan's authenticity and charisma shine through, reminding us all of the importance of embracing who we are, flaws and all.

As Alyson Hannigan continues to dazzle audiences with her talent and charm, one thing is clear: her legacy in Hollywood is secure. From her early days as Willow Rosenberg to her unforgettable performances in "American Pie" and "How I Met Your Mother," Hannigan has left an indelible mark on the entertainment industry, proving time and time again that she is a force to be reckoned with. And while her body may have been exposed in various movies and TV shows, it is her talent, wit, and undeniable star power that truly shine brightest of all.

[smolsadred]

pretty boys are even prettier together

[fr00tbats]

posted all these muppets i drew the other day and i FEAR THAT IF I SAY THE COMMONALITY BETWEEN THEM ALL EVERYONE WILL GET THEIR KNIVES OUT ON ME AGAIN LMFAO

[sburator]

I keep thinking how 2x05 gave the Devil's Minion a dimension that their relationship didn't have in the book. And how - imo - the encounter is not an easy thing to "recover" from. Yes, even if they do find in the other things they needed - whether they were aware of them or not - even if they just slowly fall in love during however their chase may happen, or they're soulmates or, idk, either one or both have magical dicks (yes, The Blood but nvm that) -- there's still trauma and torture and basically an attempted murder at the root of it. Yes, a gentle death, though precisely targeted to be cruel and crushing; yes Armand saw Daniel and into Daniel but. That's a relationship - a love - that's built on scars. And it doesn't matter who put the physical scar on Daniel's neck, it will always be there.

They'll never have a dreamy, everything is fluff and nothing hurts relationship - no one in the VC does and that's one of the best things about it imo - but I think it speaks even more to the strength of it if it endures. And not in the empty way of a lack of hope or alternative of "enduring", but in the hopeless, eternal bond kind of enduring.

What I'm trying to say is that, I'm excited about the Devil's Minion that we'll get.

[wizardpink]

Thinking thoughts about these tags at work today.

[devourcr]

arun, amadeo, armand — name headcanons ( tw memory loss, slavery, abuse )

↪ arun

arun is the most innocent part of him. i'm not cool with the name being traumatic bc "arun was a slave." arun wasn't. arun was a child that he can barely remember ( and fuck the idea that being forced into that position represents everything that he was ). arun is more than a traumatic backstory.

arun is his childhood with his family. it's his culture, his religion, his innocence. it's what his mother calls him when he returns to dehli as a fledgling vampire.

( i interpret louis using the name as act of love and trust. it's armand feeling like he's being seen for all that he is. it speaks to a more intimate part of him )

his memory loss became self-preseveration. the kid kidnapped by slavers didn't have a name, he didn't have a language, didn't have any ideas about who he was or where he was from.

i like to think he still protects who arun is and was.

↪ amadeo

amadeo is symbolic of the happiest time of his life and later the darkest. it's the name associated with his rebirth. i think it's important to note that armand was unaware of who he was and couldn't express who he was when he's rescued. he's given a name, he's taught languages, he lives a life of wealth and excess. he has so many identities, a friend, a brother, lover, pupil, teacher etc, to all the different people in his life.

it's not painless, but there's an authenticity there too. amadeo is young, brash, opinionated, and a bit of a mischief-maker. he's full of life and all of its messiness.

he's also a human that wants to be a vampire, is being groomed to be a vampire. ( he's highly critical of that enthusiasm now bc he doesn't see vampirism as something to want ). likewise, he's the young vampire who was just beginning to embrace what he was.

unfortunately, amadeo also watched everything burn to ash. he watched his maker burn, witnessed the deaths of his brothers, and lost everything.

as of now, it's really a name reserved for bianca and marius. ( if you knew him as amadeo, you can call him amadeo ).

↪ armand

armand, i think, he considers to be the most powerful name of the three. it's also the one he's used for the last 400 years, so it's more natural than names he hasn't used in centuries. armand's still a name given to him, just this time by allesandra during his renaming for the coven. being named "beloved of god," doesn't really work for a satanic coven, and so he becomes armand.

armand is very much his vampire name. he would never be the vampire arun, or the vampire amadeo, it's the vampire armand. there's no association to his humanity or mortality.

and also, it's important to him where it came from. his feelings towards santino & allesandra are complex bc yes, they hurt him, yes, they tortured and brainwashed him, but they also cared about him. and he cared about them. i see allesandra as a mother figure and the fact that the name came from her is important.