#if there's things that only full vampire can do like super strength or something

[mostlikelytofangirl]

You know what would be neat

In an AU where JGY grows up in the Jin (JGS being forced to accept him early in some way or another) and there are vampires

JGS is a vampire and so is Meng Shi. Madam Jin is human. As a result, JGY is a fullblooded born vampire while JZX is a dhampir

It would be really funny if people within the very vampire-heavy/vampire-as-aristocracy society look at JZX and JGY together and immidiactly choose to adress their woes to JGY.

Because JGY is all vampire, pointy ears and greyish skin and gaunt face and all, while JZX looks utterly out of place among the vampires because he looks like a normal human with fangs

And this infuriates JGS because JZX is his heir and JGY is a bastard lmao

Lol ok, idk if you meant for this to be hilarious, but it's just so funny to me to think that JGY finally could be considered of better "pedigree" than this brother for their society's standards and it's pissing JGS off so badly XD.

I can imagine this as a world where vampires are very few but very elite ala Vampire Hunter D, so JGS married Madam Jin as a sort of social or political move, like an alliance with a powerful human family idk, but also got MS pregnant, and despite her being very low in their hierarchy, she was still a full vampire and thus, the rules demand that their son be acknowledged since full blooded vampires are rare/hard to conceive/not very fertile/etc.

Except a bastard is very much NOT part of his agreement with the powerful human family he is supposed to be an ally to now (and whose fortune/political standing he now shares lol), so it's all very tense in his household now bc, as a son of a lawful marriage, JZX should be the sole heir... only he's a dhampir and, while not looked down upon bc they are still better than full mortals, someone like him would normally be considered lesser than his full blooded vampire brother.

It's so goddamned ironic that here is where JGY would finally be seen as the "right" Jin and the one the gentry would consider one of them :'D.

Now, it'd be interesting to see why JGS is upset at this development. It could be bc he legit loves JZX and not JGY and thus it's all a matter of his favorite son being given his rightful place despite of his half-blood nature. Or bc it endangers his alliance with the humans and he has to remind everybody of who his heir is every time there's the slightest insinuation that both his sons would inherit, or worse-- that of course his pure blooded son should be the one inheriting, how lucky he was to still have a vampire son despite marrying a human, surely he wouldn't defy tradition and taint his noble family by having a dhampir as head of the next generation when a perfect fully vampire Jin son is right there :')))))

It'd also be interesting to see how the brothers' dynamics would be, bc while things behind closed doors could go very much like canon (probably with MS being a concubine or something), when in public, it's clear that they would not be treated equally, if not having JGY be privileged in their social circle. How would that the boys' perception of themselves and each other be? Sorta like "no matter what ppl say, I am dad's heir and favorite son" or "dad may love you more, but everybody knows who is the weird one here"... or maybe they actually find solace in each other, one being there for the other when their family/society reminds them that they are inherently different and should be treated as such, only feeling like they can truly be equals when they are alone with each other.

It's a very fascinating scenario, let me tell you! I love me some vampires and I love me some Jin bros feels, so I'm so in with this :D

[neckromantics]

You find that now Astarion’s able to feed regularly on “quality” blood, the stronger he becomes, and with that strength comes certain abilities he didn’t know he could possess.

In 5e, vampire spawn are supposed to be pretty strong and fast. (As well as possessing regenerative powers, and spider climb among a few other things.) So, what if Astarion’s lack of super strength and other such things is due to the way he was kept weakened under Cazador’s control?

Like maybe he’s recently fed and he feels especially great this time. Neither of you really think much of it. (You’re just happy he feels good. Happy to see the flush of pink at the tips of his ears and apples of his cheeks.) Maybe you’re in the middle of a fight and you get careless. You hear the swish of a blade at your back, but never feel an impact. You turn to see that Astarion’s saved your ass the only way vampire instinct knew how in that moment, which was to just reach out and grab your attacker’s sword before it could spill any of your precious blood. By the blade.

If he wasn’t wearing those special armored gloves you’d found a few days before he’d probably have lost a few fingers. The steel bends back in his grip as if it’s made of rubber, and there’s a very comical split second where your heads snap toward one another to share matching looks of “what the fuck??” Before the fighting continues.

MAYBE one day you watch the guy get stabbed. Like, impaled in a way that should have meant Withers is about to be dragged out here by his dusty ass robes to perform some quick resurrecting or else. It takes longer than you’d like to get free enough to make a break for him, but when you do you nearly knock poor Shadowheart on her ass in your hurry to pass. Every millisecond feels like an hour. Your heart pounds in your ears so loudly that you can’t hear the scream of the creature before him as you take it down with a single blow.

In hindsight, you must have looked ridiculous. Overdramatic, even, considering you don’t have time to fuss over him as he lie bleeding like you assumed he would be. Your hands tremble in front of you as you watch him stand up from his crouched position. His pretty face is screwed up in a way that you first assumed meant great pain, but now you realize he’s just ? Surprised? Well, that makes two of you at least.

Astarion’s leather armor hits the dirt with a dull thud. With pursed lips and a bit of a hum, he’s lifting up the hem of his bloodied tunic. Pale fingers swipe thick crimson away from his belly to reveal the soft, unmarred skin that lay beneath. You nearly faint right then and there, and that asshole just laughs. Positively elated.

After a moment, a long moment, you start to laugh alongside him. It’s shaky with relief. Disbelief.

He plants a quick, cheeky kiss to the side of your head for your heroic efforts, anyway. You just learn to roll with it.

Maybe one day you walk into your room at the Elfsong, and nearly jump out of your skin when you find him sitting cross-legged on the ceiling. Just full on chilling, looking pleased as punch to have found something else he didn’t know was possible for him. You obviously just stand there and stare at him like ??? for a while. It’s endearing how happy he looks with that smug little smirk, pale curls wild and clothes sitting odd on his frame from the change in gravity.

When you ask, all he can really say is that it just kind of happened? That he very suddenly felt like being up, and logically that meant he should try crawling up the wall to satisfy that craving. He’d been up there for a couple hours before you showed up- even took a little bit of a rest to pass the time. You wish you were there to see his face when he found out- to hear the mad little giggles that spilled from his lips when he stood up from his scuttling and just hung upside down in disbelief because why in the hells didn’t he find out about this one sooner?

(Maybe if you ask nicely, he’ll bring you up there with him on his back just so you can see how strange everything looks from high up on the ceiling. Maybe you’ll use it as an opportunity to scare the ((figurative)) pants off of Gale when he eventually comes looking for you. Endless entertainment.)

Anyway, you feed the guy regular enough and I imagine there is so much to discover about him that the two of you will be entertained for years to come. Who knows, maybe one day you’ll wake up to a fluffy white bat flying circles around the ceiling of your bedroom, and at that point it won’t even be a real surprise to you.

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 26-- AU

Mint Eye is obviously a vampire cult (960 words). Content warning: death mention

“Wow, this place is… honestly kinda fucked up,” you share, patting the strange vampire on the hand. “I get that you guys are vampires, but are you also allergic to lamps? It seems like this building is set up to rely a little too much on natural light, considering y’all would die if you came in contact with the sun.”

Unknown grits his teeth— which results in an unhealthy-sounding scraping noise when his fangs clatter together— and tightens his grip on your wrist as he drags you into what appears to be a random room. It’s hard to tell with him, though. He may very well have a plan that you simply aren’t party to. “Stop saying things like that about the Mint Eye,” he orders, “You wanna make me go hungry?”

“Are you… threatening to get rid of me if I keep talking shit about your vampire cult?” You hiss right back at him, “Because you can honestly just say that without any of this roundabout bullshit. The idea of getting murdered is way scarier to me than the idea that you might not get to eat me, obviously? Seriously, man, when was the last time you talked to a regular, mortal human being?” 

“Week ago,” Unknown grumbles. It’s hard to tell if he’s chastened or if he’s simply biding his time before he rips your throat out with his fangs, but that’s a risk you’re willing to take. You figure he’s planning on drinking your blood whether he’s pissed off or not, so you may as well go out with a bang and at least try to help him cultivate a sense of empathy for humankind. 

“Okay, but I bet the conversation was something like, ‘please don’t eat me, please, please,’” You put on an exaggerated begging voice for this impression, and the dilation of Unknown’s pupils as you do so isn’t lost on you. Okay, so now you’ve activated… something within him. That probably isn’t very good, but you’re in too deep to turn back now. “And then you ate them anyway, as one of your many dastardly vampire cult activities.”

Unknown snarls, some sort of base predatory instinct taking over as he regards you. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, cutie,” he informs you, “The believers aren’t even vampires.”

“So, you admit this is a c—”

Before you can even say the word ‘cult,’ there’s a hand over your mouth. “You must be confused,” he addresses you in a patronizing tone, “I’m saving you from the world of humans who would only want to hurt you, and I’m even letting you stay alive after I already tasted your blood.” That was a long time ago, though, before he even put you in that weird apartment and tried to make you talk to those strange people. “You should be nicer to me, or else you might have to face the consequences.” That’s a warning, not a threat.

“Do you normally drink all the blood in somebody’s body?” You ask, alarmed. You didn’t think he left his victims alive, necessarily, but most human adults have an awful lot of blood in them. How hungry must this guy be if he’s draining them on a regular basis? Unless he isn’t eating on a regular basis— but that doesn’t make sense. He lives in a castle, which is apparently full of humans. Why wouldn’t he be eating? 

Unknown can evidently still hear you, even with his hand over your mouth (which isn’t much of a surprise, considering his superhuman abilities), because he hums in disagreement. “No,” he informs you flatly, though he’s waited too long to fully convince you of this assertion. Vampires can lie, can’t they? “I get rid of them so they won’t tell anybody that they met a vampire.” Something isn’t quite adding up here.

“And yet I’m not allowed to call this a cult,”  you grumble, “Unaliving people because they found out about your cult is, like, textbook cult behavior.” 

“What?” Unknown asks. It’s pretty clear that he’s approaching the end of his very limited patience, and considering that he has fangs and glowing eyes and super-strength, you feel it’s probably best to get back on his good side as soon as you can. 

“Sorry, I guess you’re not online too much,” you decide to rephrase your bold accusation. Maybe Unknown just didn’t understand what you were saying. “Unaliving means killing.”

He just rolls his eyes. “I’m not stupid, prince(ss). Maybe you should watch your mouth before I have to show you just how clever I can be.” You don’t know what he means by that, and you’re not sure you want to find out.

“Maybe if you have a snack, you won’t be so cranky.” Still, you get the feeling that this guy kinda likes it when you push his buttons. After all, you’ve done nothing else since you’ve met him, and he still elected to bring you back to his creepy vampire headquarters. And he hasn’t told you that he wants you to stop bothering him. He’s just made it clear that if you continue to bother him, he’ll drink your blood. Considering the circumstances, you’re fairly certain that he’s planning to do this regardless of your behavior, so it doesn’t serve as much of a deterrent. 

Unknown snorts, removing his hand from your mouth. “Want me to eat you up?” He asks mockingly.

But two can play at this game, and if he honestly thinks otherwise, then he’s got another thing coming. “I just think you’d be in a better mood if you did.” 

Unknown does not permit any further conversation before sinking his fangs into your neck. You can’t really blame him for that— it’s what you wanted, after all.

[naminethewriter]

Monstrously Simple Days at College

Chapter Two: Platonic Cuddling at Midnight

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Story Summary: Humans and Monsters live together in harmony and that means they all get to go to college together. Roman, Remus, Janus, Virgil, Logan and Patton are big group of friends that may be a bit chaotic with all the different monster cultures they hail from. College itself is hard too, but with them all supporting each other, it can’t be that bad, can it?

Content Warnings: None

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“I’m sorry you have to do this…”

“Pat, I thought we got it through your thick skull last semester! None of us mind doing this with you,” Virgil sighs, pressing more of their weight into Patton behind them. They are sitting on Patton’s bed in the dorm he shares with Janus and are currently making their way through the Lilo and Stitch series.

Patton whines quietly and Virgil twists their neck to look up at him, seeing his ears pressed against his skull.

“I mean it, Pat. We all know you consider us your pack and that that means that during full moons you’re going to be a bit more clingy than usual. The others would be here too if Logan hadn’t run out of those weed things that can only be harvested under a full moon for some reason. Honestly, herbology sounds like a fucking nightmare.”

“Language! And I know you don’t mind it usually but when it’s just one of you here it gets even worse. Just the thought of you leaving the bed is making me kinda upset…”

Virgil reaches up to scratch behind his ear in comfort.

“I have no plans of getting up, I’m very comfortable where I am. Plus you’re always nice and warm. And unlike the others, I don’t need to use the bathroom as often.”

Patton’s arms tighten around Virgil slightly and appreciatively. He also nuzzles against the back of their head.

“Still, I would feel more comfortable with at least one of the others here so you can at least move around if you want to.”

“Yeah, Janus and Roman going with is still kind of stupid. Like, I get why Remus is tagging along, he’s still super attached to Logan, but I swear Janus just went along because he wants to cause some kind of chaos and Roman then decided he had to do damage control. I’m gonna text them to get their asses back here.”

“Nooooo, you don’t have to!” Patton whines, reaching for Virgil’s phone but they evade his grasp. “I don’t want them to come back just because I’m a bit clingy!”

“Oh please, Pat, it’s not bad that you have needs. And it’s not like they’re out for anything important. Logan will probably thank you later for getting them of his back.”

“Well… if you say so.” Patton’s voice is still hesitant, but his tail is wagging at the thought of at least two of his packmates returning soon.

“Aaaand Roman says he’s dragging Jan back here. Will take them at least another twenty minutes because apparently, they got separated from Logan and Remus anyway, so no teleports. But with their flying speed it shouldn’t make much of a difference.”

“What do you mean they got separated?” Patton sits up straighter, in turn justling Virgil who quickly soothes his worries.

“Everything’s fine. I already texted Logan and it seems like Ro and Jan started arguing about something so Remus and him just left them behind. They’re still on campus grounds so they didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“But it’s the middle of the night!” Patton cries, struggling to get out from behind Virgil and out of bed. Virgil quickly turns to face him, grabs his arms gently but firmly and presses him back on the bed. Thankfully, their vampire strength gives them a bit of an upper hand, though with it being a full moon, they’re sure that Patton could break free if he really tried.

“Breathe, Pat. In, two, three, four. Hold, two, three, four, five…”

Virgil continues counting until Patton’s eyes stop darting towards the door and remain locked with theirs.

“The others are just fine. Logan has protective spells up at all times and Remus can kick just about anyone’s ass. As for Janus and Roman, they’re no slouches either and are both very fast. Not to mention, they’re still on campus grounds, they’re safe.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Sorry.”

Virgil sits back, letting go of Patton so that he can get himself comfortable again.

“Don’t apologize, Pat. You’re protective of us and that’s super sweet. And I’d love to watch you lecture the two when they get here.”

“They’re your partners though? Shouldn’t you be trying to get them out of trouble?” “Eh,” Virgil chuckles as they cuddle back up against Patton, “where would the fun in that be?”

[bella-goths-wife]

Hey, quick question! Sorry if this is stupid question or one that you don't want to answer, which I get, but I'm just curious. For the Father Lost Boys, what if the Reader turned out to have powers? How do you think they would react?

Sorry if I'm bothering you.

Thanks in advance!

Anon no question you ask me will ever be stupid and you are never bothering me!!!!

I love all requests and I just take a lot of time to respond to them because they get eaten or they sit in my drafts as I work on ten million other things because I can’t focus on one task for longer than ten minutes 😭

But back to the post

Dwayne would be super cautious about his child having powers and I believe that he might even seek out something to suppress or get rid of the abilities depending on what they are. If they are something physically (fire powers, super strength, ect.) he would hate it because he sees so many ways it could backfire and hurt the child. Whereas I think mental powers such as mind reading or emotional controlling would be acceptable as long as they didn’t reveal Dwayne manipulative nature.

Marko would delude himself into believing that this is another sign you were meant to be their daughter. Who would take better care of a super powered baby than a group of immortal, powerful vampires. This is an obvious sign that you are meant for them to raise. He would do lots of research into your biological families to see where the powers originated from and see how they are controlled. He would be much more fond of physical powers over mental powers because you’re less likely to escape with physical powers like super strength or speed because they could probably match or surpass you with their vampirism, but mental powers like mind control or mind reading makes it much harder to control or manipulate you. Overall he’s pretty happy with a dash of cautious.

Paul would be curious about your powers and he would most definitely use them to benefit him in some kind of way. Your super speedy? Go steal that couples wallets for him so he can take you out to dinner. You can read minds? Tell him If that girl is interested in him. You can control someone’s emotions? Make David be in a good mood when Paul tells him he fucked up on something. I’d definitely say Paul is the most excited for your powers but only because it benefits him in some way. If you started to use those powers against him in any way like controlling his body to give you the keys to the room your locked in so you could escape or making him hallucinate something from his past, Paul would totally retaliate with his own vampiric powers to get back at you. You wanna give him a bad trip by making him hallucinate an extremely angry David? Guess who’s getting a visit from their dead mommy in their dreams tonight. He’s a petty bitch.

David, as we know, is huge on legacy. He sees his child as an extension of himself so he wants them to be perfect in every possible way. If he was to find out that you have powers he’d see this as his legacy getting stronger because you’re obviously a worthy child of his name. If you have similar powers to his own he’d definitely train you as best he could in how to use them. There is also the chance that if you have the power of immortality that David won’t turn you, it’s a slim chance and you would need to convince him a lot but there is a chance. I think David would prefer you to have a mental power like mind reading or predicting the future because even though it would bite him in the ass so much when your trying to escape, you would also be a huge help if vampire from other territories tried to lay claim to Santa Carla like they have before. He also worries that you having physical powers could harm you in some way, but he doesn’t tell you that as he has no communication skills with his children.

Sorry if this if formatted weirdly but when I get asks I find it easier to just blurt it out into a quick answer rather than making a full fic of it.

Thank you so much for the ask and feel free to leave me asks or requests anytime, just remember that my messages don’t work so you’ll have to communicate with me through asks or else I won’t see it

That’s all ❤️

[aibouart]

can. can i request a red infodump perhaps? :3c ive seen them around a bit before but i have uh no idea what their lore/story is at all and im v curious!!!

WWWWWWWYAYYAYAYAYAYAYA !!!

i'm gonna gon on abt his species first cuz ........

i half jokingly refer to red as a "walking content warning" cuz he has a SUPER BAD home life. i made him to cope over 10 years ago, now, so he has a looong history of being used to get through my childhood and as such, his backstory is insane.

all you'd need to really know abt his backstory is like...

His father is a super shit person, his mother is basically missing but she was also not good in her own weird way, he has a sister he rarely speaks to because he's stuck at home and doesn't know how to leave, and he has a brother (red is the youngest) who is stuck in a baby's body and is usually being cared for by his sister (lore below explains why he's like that).

red lives primarily alone as his father is usually not home anymore, and he hates being a vampire or hurting people, and gets suuuper awkward around any pop culture vampire talk which is think is funny.

so red's vampiric species is very simple compared to human made vampiric lore and a lot of things are considered misconceptions, or things that could be attributed to *other* vampiric species that were blanketly attached to the concept of "vampire" by humans who are largely uneducated on them (and tbf most vampiric species aren't super knowledgeable abt each other either in my verse).

their primary biological traits aaare:

they are cold like normal vampire lore, and have fangs (retractable but doesn't need to be extended usually), and will often have very light coloured eyes. they can easily die due to illnesses that normally don't kill humans because of their lower body temp, to blood loss, and can only really be called immortal due to not dying of old age.

they also have a "starvation mode" where if they've been without food for too long, will become animalistic in nature and hunt humans. Red's hair turns near-black and his eyes become red when he is in this mode. they gain incredible strength and even heat vision to hunt down humans so they don't perish. after eating a meal (usually they do it with little care for the person's well-being while like this) they will revert back to their normal selves and have little memory of what happened during this state. although the state itself can store basic memories to help hunt later (such as if certain places are dangerous last time they went there, or if they got attacked for one reason or another). this separation of memories isn't meant to be an allegory for systems btw so i hope no one is thinking that i'm doing that!! ;__;;b!

these vampires start off looking and eating like normal humans, but eventually something within them hits a timer and they turn vampiric naturally (they can convert humans if humans drink their blood though). the process can be seen coming as their appetite lowers and they become a bit sluggish and lower body temp before the process kicks in full swing and they painfully turn to a vampire. after that, their body stops aging.

this specific species of vampires are meant to co-exist with humans and live along side them. humans provide a source of food, and the vampires can help provide protection and even mingle well socially. the vampire species can breed with humans and human-vampire babies on average will usually turn vampiric later in adulthood, but vampire-vampire children (especially vampires with little human lineage) tend to turn too quickly.

his vampiric species was doing well within small human communities and living how they're supposed to, before humans from far away locations came, saw the vampires and how they fed off of humans, and drove them away. plenty of vampires lost their lives to this invasion, and the other humans were too easily switched over to an aggressive mob mentality towards them, so they were forced to live isolated and prey on humans in the dark. it's def possible not all of them turned against vampires, but it was too dangerous for them to stay.

Red was born around the time this happened (he's abt 2000 yo usually)........

during the time humans and vampires slowly started to be reintroduced to each other, vampiric based pop culture started to become popular in human societies so the vampires weren't too keen on the whole, slay vampires thing media was doing a lot of. because of the focus on vampires as a pop culture thing, humans started applying a lot of concepts to them on a broad scale (unable to be in the sun, garlic allergy, etc). red typically only went into human cities or villages out of curiosity, but was terrified of saying anything to them in case he was found out (esp seeing as the whole.. kill vampire thing was a popular thing in media.......)

a lot of these ideas were applied due to sightings or findings of vampiric persons by humans, but were individualistic traits that were then applied to all vampires (my fav is like, the garlic thing straight up just being one guy's allergy). (the bat turning thing is not possible for red's species of vampires, but it is possible for a fey vampire combo species that dwell in the forest. they are shapeshifters that shift between an animal/furry form and a human form).

red's species, originally being a pretty small group in a small area, has a long history of vampires taking leadership positions and even being strict about their culture and stances on interaction between them and humans (especially after the drive to exterminate them, they developed a lot of strict rules to protect their kind and youth). red's father is part of these leaders, and red was supposed to be the heir as he's the only one who turned late enough to be an actual adult, but because of his pacifist nature and generally meek demeanour he was already on his father's bad side growing up.

the day of his turning was to be held with the other leader dudes, but when provided a person to have as his first meal, he refused to hurt them and was quickly labelled a disgrace and no longer allowed to be the heir.

red's father, and plenty of the other old guys appointed leader of the species, typically regard humans as nothing more than food things and to not be considered with compassion and especially not to be mingled with. red has made a number of human friends over the centuries but learned pretty fast to make sure his dad never. ever. finds out he has them.

despite the seemingly strict ruling on their vampiric society, a lot of young vampires (and especially those from turned humans) have a large disconnect from them and usually just know they exist and have these rules, but it's not like they can do anything about their spread out community doing what they want.

my favourite part of the modern age for them is that they have a vampiric social media and the only way to be able to sign up is to be vetted by a confirmed vampire of their species. they have their own memes and whatnot, and my fav one is "the vlad". the lovingly chosen name for the human stereotype of a vampire. a lot of them use it mockingly, but there's a tonne of them who also genuinely love the vlad and make groups for being fans of it. count chocula gets posted every halloween, ofc.

red isn't super active on vampiric facebook but he is signed up. he's not good at the whole technology thing in general, but he is aware of the vlad and will often mutter "a vlad..." when he sees one, mystified.

one time a guy who was signed up was found out not to be an actual vampire and it sent the community into a frenzy cuz how tf did they get on the site when it's so strict. it instantly became a classic meme for them, the one time a vampire kinnie joined somehow (obviously im not mocking kins, i am also a kinnie). they only found out cuz the guy actually confessed and was quickly banned. no one knows who vetted them, either.

i think im done w this dump for noooow even tho im sure it's not everything just cuz my net went down like 3 times while typing this GOD

if u wanna know more abt red himself tho i could rant abt his friends and their polycule tho hee hee hoo hoo

[lime-parfait]

Paranatural Parents: A Quick Analysis (Spoilers)

Please blacklist #long post for this because a “read more” will be unavailable if this blog were to be deleted in the future and it won’t be accessible.

Also no beta on this analysis

Anyways, been awhile since reading Paranatural seriously (ever since the story’s style changed to a text format it was harder to focus and read it). Anyways, there’s something that ‘clicked’ for me when reading some the recent pages. And it was simply that Paranatural is full of incompetent adults (no brainer). But specifically, it was full of incompetent PARENTS. Especially the ones who are involved in the whole world of spirits.

Okay, okay. Think about it. Isabel’s attitudes towards her family. The way that her grandfather finds ways to constantly point out her flaws and teaches her to use spirits as weapons. Isabel’s father, who we recently learned about, DOES want to care about his daughter, still chooses to be involved in the realm of spirits because he believes that Cherub’s words will help to make balance in the world. And yet, Isabel still doesn’t want to be around her father (based off the attitudes she has and it took a lot of strength for her to even ask her mom to drop her off). Isabel has something important to tell her father, but she reacts negatively when he doesn’t take her seriously. In a nutshell, Isabel has 2 guardian figures in her life who do not listen to her. Her grandfather wants her to be a disciplined warrior at the age of 12, while her father doesn’t seem to do his part in making communication between them easier.

Cody, his father was also involved in the Consortium. That man is a business man now and all he does is try to take property away from people. Back in the long (Jim the Brain)chapter, Cody is super hostile towards his father, who’s about to kill a spirit (because that’s what his father did back in the Consortium; stab spirits). Cody becomes cold and harsh, saying that the spirit was HIS to kill. Like, Cody took a deadly turn and it makes for a theory that his father taught him to be a cold-blooded killer towards spirits. But in the evidence, it’s vague why Cody feels this way towards spirits (we only got Davy saying that even though he wants to protect those he loves, Davy pulls out the ‘dad will take care of it’ card). Cody yells at him after that, forcing him to leave the school (due to vampire rules). It ‘s clear that Cody doesn’t his father to be on his turf  and that he can hold his ground at school (remember, he’s school president). But Davy and Cody have a family tension the involves in protecting what they care about from the ‘evil spirits.’ However, Davy probably failed really bad as a parent if Cody gave him death glares and yelled at him.

EDIT: another thing to consider is that Davy sees his son as a reflection of him (literally) and gets really pissed when Max counters his statement by saying that Cody isnt his mirror. clearly Davy cannot see his son as a son, but some sort of copycat that needs to follow in his footsteps.

Rick Spender (as an adult) is literally the worst at being a reliable person for the Spirit Activity Club, theres records of the way he failed to be there for most of the members. Failing to reassure and listen to Isabel and purposefully keeps isaac in the dark that sparked these two to fight each other because they were both hurting

Ed’s parents who were clearly part of the Consortium and they eventually met their doom WHEN Ed was BARELY 3 YEARS OLD. Ed’s parents weren’t there long enough to actually raise him and see him grow up. Like, they decided that it was okay to pass their kid off to a new guardian in the most nightmare fueled moments before they disappeared. They didn’t try to leave him have a happy memory, but planned to just erase themsleves from his memories??

There’s plenty of other parents who also failed to be decent parents in the story (they weren’t part of Consortium, but they existed and basically don’t look after their kids. Penny and her parents’ treatment towards her and the way they favored her brother. Where the hell is Isaac’s parents). But it seems that a lot of the adults who are deeply involved in the spirit’s world, often tend to overlook their own children. Most of them claim to want to protect their kids from it, only pushing them away and the kid feeling neglected. But in the end, working in the Consortium makes these parents see their own children as an after thought because they’re buried in this this work, only dragging their kids in the mess.

And let’s look at Max Puckett. His mother was part of the Spectrals and possibly in the Consortium. She must have seen this sort of cycle. All of these parents who had spectral kids and planned out their futures to live that sort of life. Isabel’s family planning for her to be a warrior. Ed’s parents accepting their doomsday fate as workers of the Consortium. Max’s mom looked at all of this and didn’t want that. She would not repeat this mistake as other parents of the Consortium. And you know what? She married Peter Puckett, a man who wasn’t a spectral, or a vampire, or a wealthy man. But here’s the thing that Peter Puckett had that every other parent lacked; emotionally availability and unconditional love and care.

Like, Dad Puckett didn’t give up on his kids when his wife died. He picked himself up and did everything to raise them. He accepts that Max is Max, a moody preteen. He gets into the same interest as he does (Insolent Children music) and get involved in his life. Yes, he seems like a manchild at first glance because of his happy attitude and not being that smart. But he can be serious about serious topics when needed. He takes both of his kid to a kids’ arcade in order to let them have fun and be able to ask if Max was being bullied in school. He doesn’t make it a joke either, Peter Puckett is direct and wants to make sure that Max wasn’t being bullied in school. Hell, Dad Puckett took Max to the hospital for a broken arm and everything and you see that his face was full of concern for Max’s well-being. He literally makes time just for his kids no matter what it is. Going to a concert? Yes. Going to the hospital and rushing to get there? Peter will not hesitate. Like, Dad Puckett found the strength to continuing being there for his kids after his wife died. He moved to a new town to begin a new life, he takes their physical and emotional health seriously, he is involved in their interests and he listens to his kids, he doesn’t put pressure on his kids’ futures, all he wants is for them to be happy and safe. No matter what bad happens, Dad Puckett will always make himself emotionally available for his kids.

EDIT: another thing that was interesting during a re-read was that Peter said that Max took after his mom in personality and humor, and honestly that checks out based on what we know about her. This contrasts to Davy treating his son as a mirror, but in reality, Cody is nothing like him. Basically saying that Mr. Puckett understands his son better than Davy assumes what Cody is.

Meanwhile, all of the parents of the Consortium are fighting against a doomsday and not actually thinking about what their kids need most is to be there for them.

To Mom Puckett: you chose the best husband who was more prepared to care about his children

[ikeromantic]

Hiiii, sorry to bug you but can you do a Mozart x f reader angst where MC has pretty low self esteem, but has SUPER bad coping mechanisms and Mozart tries to get MC help but she's very stubborn about not getting it, kinda like Tracy and Mel in thirteen. (if you've seen it ofc) Have a great rest of your day/night😁

I have not seen Thirteen (Reasons Why)! But it is on my watch list ^_^ I have to carefully measure out how much drama and angst I take in or it will eat up my writing! Approx. 1100 words of hurt, self harm, and comfort.

Mozart saw the changes in her as if he were reading notes on a page. The self-deprecating twist to her lips, the way she began avoiding everyone when she wasn’t working. Avoiding him. At first, he tried to pretend not to care. When she brought him his meals in the music room, he gave her exactly what she gave him.

Disinterest. 

They sparred with cruel words and cold looks, and every encounter left Mozart’s heart bruised. He did not understand what he’d done wrong. They’d been growing close - close enough that he held her hand. Shared a glass of wine. Told each other secrets never shared with another. And then after one recital at a noble estate, she’d gone dark on him. Dark and distant as a new moon. 

He remembered the night, if only because he’d found her in the gardens, crying. And she wouldn’t say why. He’d been surprised at her reticence then. Now, he felt it was the first shiver of this shift into a woman he felt he barely knew. There were only sparse moments, unguarded, when he could see his darling looking out her hooded eyes. 

Mozart wanted more than anything to bridge the gap between them. To understand why she was so angry, and what pain lay under that rage. He made a plan, as carefully as he drafted his compositions. The chorus was simple - ask and learn what lurked in her shadowed heart. But the melody . . . what note to begin? What key? What tempo?

He waited until she was in her room one evening, and fetched a few of her favorite things. Tea with a dollop of honey. Ginger cookies. A strawberry candy. Then he made his way there, tray in hand. Mozart considered knocking, but she might tell him to go away. That would ruin the whole plan. So he quietly opened the door, thankful it was unlocked. 

The sight within froze him midstep. She sat crosslegged on the floor in front of a candle. Her forearm was held above the hungry flame, blistering her flesh in a scarlet welt. Worse was her expression. Pained, of course, because the fire burned. But satisfied. As if she deserved what she gave herself. And disgust, a hatred for her own weakness.

Mozart recognized it, because he felt something akin to it as well. In his endless disappointments, his pathetic fears, his failures. He dropped the tray and lurched toward her, unsure what he would do but feeling he must do something. The door swung shut behind him, the tea spilled across the carpet, and the treats scattered over the floor.

She looked up, her face going slack with surprise. “What-” Her words cut short as he extinguished the candle and kicked it out of the way. Despite his smallish frame, Mozart had the strength of a vampire. And he used it now to haul her to her feet and into his arms. 

He did not realize he was crying. Nor did he see her face crumple at this sudden, unexpected embrace. “What are you doing, meine liebe? Your arm!” He gently touched the length of it, running his fingertips over half-healed burns and the scabs of old cuts. 

His words seemed to remind her that she should be angry at his invasion. She struggled to push him away, slapping at his chest and hands. “Let me go! What the fuck, Wolf?”

“No,” he replied, his voice soft but full of an inner steel. 

She slapped him. Hard. For a moment, Mozart saw white, nothing but an explosion of pain as his jaw slipped out of true, straining the tendons and ligaments in his neck and face. If he were a normal man, it would have broken. He’d have a bruise. But his flesh set to repairing itself almost as soon as the injury took place. 

He did not let go. “Meine engel, stop fighting me. Tell me what this is? What have you done? Why . . .” He jerked her arm straight, displaying the injuries for them both. 

“Why do you care,” she spat. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, hot and angry. She pushed against him again. “Just - just let go, damn it! Get out!” The last word was more a howl than language, the sound of a soul in agony. 

Mozart could no more let go than he could cut off his own arm. He pulled her close instead, enduring the scrape of her sharp little nails, the hardness of her elbows and knees. She fought him with everything she had, until she exhausted herself and there were only tears left. 

When she collapsed against him in defeat, he held her. Silent but for her crying. What could he say? He did not know what words could set this right. Could not understand what drove her to this - this mutilation of her precious flesh. The harm to her body and soul, both of which he had come to love so much. 

“Just leave.” Her voice shook, tired and full to the brim with emotion. 

“I won’t. I can’t.” He pressed his forehead to her cheek, frustrated.

“Why not? Wh-why?” 

Mozart swallowed his own pride, his fear of rejection, and replied. “I love you. You are so - so very precious to me.” He kissed her cheek. The line of her jaw. The crook of her neck. “I love you so much I am mad with it. I’ve missed you so, these last weeks.”

“You don’t.” She turned her face from him. “You - you love music. I’m just . . . stupid. Useless. Pathetic.” Her hands clenched, white-knuckled, driving her nails into her palms. 

He lifted the fist to his lips and kissed each finger, slowly prying them loose until he could see her palm. Scored with little angry red crescents. He kissed those too. “You are none of those things. You are so strong, to come here and make a life for yourself. Far from everything you know. So smart, to learn so many new skills . . . my sweet. Meine liebling. Meine perle.”  

She gave a snort of disgust, pain still bright in her eyes. “I distract you. You’re b-better off -”

Mozart put a finger to her lips. “No. Never. I did not realize I was missing something, until you.”

Her eyes searched his face, hope and uncertainty wedded in that gaze. After a long silent moment, she laid her head on his shoulder and clung to him. 

There was nothing for him to do but hold her, and so he did. He sat with her on his lap, stroking her back in careful circles. He spoke too, words of love, endearments from his heart. Things he had never been able to speak until this night, until he realized how close he’d come to losing her to herself.

[ryan-nugenthopkins]

trick or treat AGAIN. gimme another or more smacking

AGH NO NOT THE SMACKS PLEASE

As evidenced by the vampire homoeroticism I always have a soft spot for urban fantasy / urban magic alternative universes, and I like building out abilities or gifts and how that might shape player personalities or careers to a certain degree. I name a couple powers/what people are in this fic but don't actually dive into them so:

Hyman - prophet/divination. Had debilitating visions and headaches as a kid but worked through them using both hockey and literature. Makes sense of his visions using literary tropes, but struggles to give real, concrete answers for things because of it. You can tell when he's using his gift/being sent a vision because he'll start weeping gold dust.

Nurse - part of a famous hunter family / enclave back in Ontario. He doesn't do much of the politics or anything, but he's raised knowing most of the magical history and creatures. And how to kill them, but - y'know.

Kulak - grew up with and around hunters but not to the same degree as his Ontario counterparts. I think Alberta is generally less magical than other parts of the country, so he has familiarity with magic and magical creatures, but more theory than practice.

Skinner - half empathy, half divination; basically has an additional sense that allows him to detect the nature of relationships between people. It's really niche for a gift, even for in-universe, which is the only reason he's able to play hockey with it active.

Bouchard - werewolf :) that's it. I think werewolfism is both hereditary and transmissible, but his was hereditary but maybe recessive. Typical werewolf stuff - strength, endurance, turns into a creature every full moon.

McLeod (RIP) - You know Jubliee from the X-Men? With the funny little fireworks? I think he'd have something akin to that. Very mild light manipulation that he mostly uses to be annoying at his teammates. He probably isn't allowed to use it on the ice though.

Gagner - some sort of telepathy, I think. I feel like telepathy would be cheating in the eyes of the NHL but he probably a fairly low grade that means he can't actually use it to read the play or predict opponents, so it's like... okay. Imagining the negotiations about this stuff between NHLPA and the NHL amuses me, can you tell.

Nugent-Hopkins - faerie of the Winter Court, mostly associated with the element of water and being kinda shitty. He wasn't exactly that important back in the land of Faerie, hence fucking off to Earth and playing hockey. Immortality, general magical powers but particularly over snow/ice/water, and I like to think that fae like playing trickster and have some psychological related abilities such as manipulating emotions. While not important, he's still powerful compared to most people and magical beings, and does take advantage of that by making deals and making sure people are owing him favours. He's nice. I swear.

Non-Oiler players:

Puljujarvi - another weird prophet guy! I think he has a gift for making the right connections at the right time - finding people who need something or someone. Like a super networker, but he can't explain why these two people should meet

T.D. (head athletic therapist) - lie detector, basically. I think it'd be useful, especially working with hockey players.

MTkachuk - werewolf. Yes, solely because that dynamic between him and Draisaitl would be extremely funny. Extremely hereditary for their family.

Reinhart - grew up with McDavid as a hunter.

If YOU have opinions on what someone should be / want me to build out your favourite little guy in any of my deeply convoluted aus you can always send me an ask :)

[dr-lizortecho]

tagged by the lovely @crepuscularqueens sorry I always take sooo long to get these done, lol

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

144

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

527,412

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Roswell New Mexico! Though I dabble in The Vampire Diaries and accept prompts for Lockwood and Co, Fate the Winx Saga, Riverdale and Hadestown

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Something to Celebrate- a short little Chenford dancing scene

Can I lead You Astray?- a rivusa get together fic

Wanna See What’s Under That Attitude- Hallmark Christmas movie fake dating Valevans, which is only so highly rated because I wrote it at fandoms peak interest in the pairing

Swing Life Away- rnm all human au, this was and still is my passion project

Like the Sky- a short missing scene from Lockwood and Co, and an exploration of Lucy’s feelings for Lockwood and Norrie

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I wrote for the community so it’s really cool to discuss the characters

The only exceptions are rude comments get to sit- unless I think it’s a misunderstanding than I’ll respond with a simple redirect and thank you

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Angst is NOT my thing, but probably do you remember? which just has Michael fall asleep before Max can ask about Alex, so it ends in their still fractured pre-show relationship

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All my fic has happy endings pretty much! But the one that probably felt the most joyful to me personally ours which was my first foray into malexa and just ends with the sweetest big group moment

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope! Not since I moved into the rnm fandom, barring like one comment on a Forrest fic all I’ve ever gotten is really really nice interactions <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Haha yes, all kinds. From the softest vanilla euphemism full sex to weak ass bdsm (sorry I haven’t quite got hardcore there yet- like I keep blushing and backing out on letting Max wear a collar)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not really- I have one crossover written and another in the works. Rnm/Tvd which kinda writes itself.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope- ik I would be terrible to work with cause I’m super particular, but I’m not against the idea.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

You’re not gonna believe this- Echo

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The Joniz kidnapping fic! I started back during s3 and formatted the entire thing, only for them to reveal more info on Jones so I had to replay it, and then he actually kidnapped Liz, fed her and dressed her and I was like ‘this is my fic!’

16. What are your writing strengths?

Idk- I think I put a lot of care and effort into making the characters actions and reactions plausible and realistic, cause I studied psychology for a bit and it’s one of my interests, so I just apply it a little too hard. Which feeds into a weakness cause it means I always feel incapable of characters pov’s I don’t think about an absurd amount

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

New POV’s and commas

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I love it personally- but the little Spanish I did retain from highschool isn’t enough to actually write it (so I use google translate) but I’m hoping once I have more free time to take up duolingo and actually learn it

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Doctor Who

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Swing Life Away- it’s like a child to me, however poorly written

no pressure tags @lilshitwayne @morganadw @ajna-eye-cogitations @beautifulcheat @ladynox @maeglinthebold and anyone who wants to!

[cherryfennec]

I doubt im gonna be super expanding this AU but I'll try to answer these questions with what I came up with in the past hour:

- Their parents were found out for meeting together and had to leave/were gotten rid of so none in that regard. Before that though the vampire parent left Mario with a couple she knew well and the werewolf passed Luigi onto a friend, each of the respectable species.

- For now let's say they had a common favourite spot (for different reasons) and ran into eachother a lot because of that. They fought at the beginning but they both would still keep coming back there despite the clashes and so they decided to form a truce on those grounds. They got to talk, learn more about eachother and eventually fell in love despite the odds.

- Originally they knew nothing about having a sibling but the friends of their parents they grew up with told them eventually something about a brother in passing. So at one point they knew they had a sibling but they just didn't know the species.

- It was confusing. They weren't total adults yet so they just kinda bumped into eachother after Mario runs off from a formal party. Then it's a bit of staring, maybe a scream of suprise. The lingering question of: do we fight now? It ended up pretty positively though, they were just happy to have found the other part of their real family. They started meeting after this more and playing together in the woods.

- Unfortunately yes they do and yes Mario would live longer. It's a scary question he had thought about briefly but always tries to shake off as quickly as he can. All that matters now though is living in the moment to them.

- It doesn't make a large difference visibly tbh except maybe for Luigi's longer fangs. It does matter if you take blood purity into account as they would be considered tainted.

- While Mario won't combust into ashes the moment he touches a sunray he still gets a terrible rash from standing a bit too long the sun. A few hours would probably kill him or he just wouldn't be able to handle the pain at that point. As for the powers bag he has really good hearing, rather great strength, can turn into a bat, has enhanced self healing etc. As for blood I'd say human blood is considered a delicacy in the vampire community and not the only food source. Mario can eat anything really it just wont give much nutritional value and will make him feel a bit weak. He tries to evade drinking purely blood but will if he has to. For now a rare steak every now and again does suffice.

- Luigi wolf to human spectrum depends on how full the moon is. Eclipse he just looks like a human guy, new moon to crescent he is little hairy with ears looking more like marios, during quarters his ears start to move up and he gets more hairy, gibbous he starts looking more like the above pic and full moon he reaches a canine state.

- This might be edited in the future but for now I'd say: Yeah humans exist here and so do the Toads, in this world it's normal for humanity to see talking turtles and mushrooms. Also yes both species can be turned to monster kind. While humans are always rather scared of monsters like that, Toads are naturally more open-minded and aren't afraid to employ or sell stuff to them albeit with some caution if the individual seems suspicious/dangerous. It might also have to do with humans having a higher chance of being turned into said monster than Toads.

- It's hard to stay still when you have a lot of energy. His foster parents kept telling him he'll get used to it and maybe even eventually love it but he never became a big fan. Mario was an outdoors kid (which eventually helped him meet Luigi) that wasn't afraid to roll in the mud or get some scratches be it from branches or Luigis claws/playful bite. He grew up to have great social skills thanks to those meetings he got dragged to but thats one of the few positive things he has to say about them.

- It's hard not to get dirty at all considering the lifestyle of his foster pack but he definitely tried his best to stay clean and was known for it. His pack really likes him though despite his quirks, he's always welcome there. Also I completely agree with the statement that he struggled with social cues but also grew up to be very open with his emotions.

- Oh absolutely. While they can't turn back time though they're pretty happy with how things turned out in the end. One can teach the other something new which makes them a good duo.

- Its his trademark in the company (instead of a hat). It makes him look clean for a plumber, confident in his skills too. It doesn't hinder his work that much either. He also just feels pretty with it. He might not be a super fancy type of guy but he still gained some fashion standards growing up.

Happy Halloween🎃!!

Also has anyone made a Monster AU where they're born from a werewolf and vampire couple but grow in different places (cause of the whole vampire vs werewolf naturally hating eachother) only to reunite when theyre older and they start a plumbing buisness together because Mario is a vampire that is tired of super fancy life and Luigi doesn't want to be seen as a feral mindless animal. I think that'd be cool.

[dramatisperscnae]

Bucky Verse: Winter's Bite

[inspired by @umikochannart‘s incredible vampire!Bucky artwork]

The Winter Soldier was the culmination of several experiments by Hydra scientist Dr. Arnim Zola. An attempt to re-engineer the Super Soldier Serum, techniques for grafting mechanism to human flesh, and of course methods for ensuring full and complete control over a given subject, all were used in the Soldier’s creation. This time, though, something new has been added.

Part of Zola’s attempts at recreating the Serum involved experimentation with subjects and materials that were not fully human. It worked, to a point…the perfected result was used on the Soldier to great effect. His speed, strength, stamina, and reflexes grew to not merely peak but superhuman levels, and he gained an incredible healing factor along with it. There was, however, an unforeseen side effect. In attempting to recreate the Serum Zola was forced to find samples other than his former employer or Steve Rogers, both being unavailable to him. He finally found what seemed to be a suitable substitute from a distant region of the Carpathian mountains of Romania. It seemed perfectly suited to his needs, performed admirably in every test. When finally administered to the Soldier, however, it became apparent what the source of the blood had been.

Zola had used vampiric blood to create his perfect soldier.

Hydra now had a vampire brainwashed and controlled, ready to serve as they saw fit. Keeping him so would require keeping him in cryostasis until needed, and regular use of Zola’s chair and memory-wiping technology, but that was easily done. Keeping him functioning would also require regular meals of blood, but that as well was easily done. Blood bags were the easy solution, though if it came to it…well, feeding recalcitrant captives or traitors to the Soldier could be a very useful threat.

VAMPIRIC LORE IN USE:

He has fangs. They do not retract. Instead, his canines are slightly enlarged and lengthened from most normal humans’. Noticeable, but not glaringly so.

He cannot go out in direct sunlight. Cloud-cover is fine for short periods but still risky. Night is optimal.

He can last upwards of a week between feedings if he is sated, maybe even two if he pushes it; Hydra generally keeps him just hungry enough to be dangerous, which means he needs to feed about every other day when he’s out of cryo.

Weak to silver, particularly heirloom or blessed silver. Both is most potent.

Weak to holy objects/faith ONLY IF BELIEF IS INVOLVED. An atheist holding up a crucifix won’t do a damned thing, nor would a Christian holding a Star of David.

If the item has been blessed by the appropriate person in the faith - e.g. holy water by a priest - this is negated somewhat, but the reaction will always be more powerful if the faith is shared by whoever is using said item.

Superhuman speed, strength, stamina, agility

Superhuman senses - sight, hearing, and scent.

Drawing on his vampiric abilities will weaken him gradually; the longer it’s been since he’s fed, the more effort it takes to draw on his vampiric nature and powers. The body can’t function without fuel.

He can eat human food, but it’s more like a snack rather than anything actually nourishing. It sates the hunger for a little while, but he’ll need to feed eventually or else risk going into bloodlust.

[tired-teacher-blog]

Hiya, teach!! It's been a while since I've made a request, and I didn't see anything about your requests being closed?? Feel free to ignore it if they are, tho :D

So, I have an idea based off of situations I've found myself in. Which is to say, I'm just over 5 feet tall (5'3 - 5'4), but I'm also super strong! So, I was wondering if I could request a gender-neutral reader picking up Bakugo, Dabi, Shigaraki, Ochako, and Toga and their reactions to getting picked up and carried around? You don't have to write all of them if you don't want, but they're some of my favorite characters :D

Ok, hope you have a good day/night, and take your time if you decide to write this ♡♡♡

You know? This was such an adorable request and I truly enjoyed it so thank you so much for requesting babe ❤️ and I hope you have a great weekend.

Title : I'll carry you to heaven

Characters : Bakugo/ Dabi/ Toga/ Ochaco/ Shigaraki/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : Fluff/ angst/ suggestive

Trigger warning : Mentions of bodily injuries

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

Bakugo :

_ "Katsuki, are you not done yet?" you leaned against the door frame, crossing your arms over your chest as an irritated expression plastered itself across your face, "I'm getting really bored without you."

_ "Then maybe you should join me." his smug smirk and suggestive wink were the last thing you needed at that moment.

The tapping of your foot quickened as you watched him get back to his sit ups, only to come to a swift halt as a devilish idea popped up in your head.

_ "I don't need the extra workout and you know it," you approached him slowly, arms still resting across your chest until you were towering over his big sweaty muscled form, "I can easily kick your ass sweetheart." and that was your turn to offer him a teasing wink.

It wasn't strange that his only response was a sarcastic roll of his eyes since he knows first hand how powerful you can be.

In fact, your strength is one of the sexiest things he's seen in his life– something he never fails to remind you of, and in a few seconds, he was able to witness that side of you again but with a dash of playfulness, as you squatted down hooking one arm under his knees as the other supported his back, before standing back up with him in your hold and waltzing out of the room.

_ "The fuck! Put me down y/n this isn't funny!" his screaming protests invaded your poor ears, but it was worth it.

_ "I beg to differ, how does it feel like to be carried around by someone smaller than you are?" your teasing continued until you reached your full length bedroom mirror, "you always rave about my strength so why don't you feast your eyes on what I'm capable of doing?"

He did, silently checking out your reflection with a mixture of embarrassment and obvious admiration that he couldn't– for the life of him, hide from you.

_ "Alright you win," his lips moved closer to trace your ear, "let's go to bed and I'll show you how impressed I am gorgeous."

His words weakened your resolve, and you almost, almost lost your composure straight away.

Toga :

Vampire..

Demon..

Killer..

_ "This is getting boring to be honest, don't you think?" Himiko leaned her head against your shoulder as she observed the new scribbles on the walls, "I was hoping for something new, but they keep writing down the same things each time." her smile was fake– though it might've been convincing to a regular onlooker, but that is not who you are.

You are the one who knows her better than anyone else in the world, "I know right? Fucking idiots." you glared at the poorly written insults which were obviously done hurriedly.. like usual, "let's go back sweetie, you don't have to keep coming here." but you knew it was useless to suggest that, since for some reason she kept coming back to her abandoned family home in order to erase the vicious jottings people liked to leave on the walls.

_ "Let me just clean this up first." she giggled as she started with the task that kept bringing her home every couple of days.

But you were sick of it all.

Sick of the way people never missed a chance to punish her for something she was born carrying, something she had always struggled with and failed to control.

_ "No, this has to stop today." you muttered through clenched teeth before picking her up without a warning, and walking out of that suffocating place.

_ "Y/n, what.. wait.. how," and for once she was at a loss for words.

Was it because– for once, you stood firm against her wishes? Or was it since you did so by carrying her in your arms when you had never done that before?

_ "We're leaving sweetie and that's final, so don't protest."

And she didn't, instead she held on to you tightly, nodding her head as a sincere smile adorned her features.

It was unusual witnessing her quieter side, was she perhaps shy?

_ "You're awfully quiet love, are you feeling alright?" it wasn't an attempt to tease her, you were genuinely worried.

_ "I'm fine just, don't put me down." your heart swelled witnessing this new discovered side of her.

_ "I would never."

Dabi :

_ "Careful!" Touya yelled before pushing you roughly out of danger's way.

You stumbled and fell, crashing onto the hard ground, but that was unimportant.

What mattered the most was your man's condition after receiving the blow in your stead.

_ "Touya! What did you do?" you wobbled back to him, tears already threatening to fall.

It all happened in the blink of an eye, that one wouldn't believe your crew had the upper hand over the heroes just moments ago.

_ "Fuck! Where did that come from? They're using weapons now?" he growled as he struggled to get back up, but his leg was badly injured for him to move anywhere.

_ "Let me see! How bad is it?" you were no longer able to hold back your sobs, "Why did you do this?"

_ "I wasn't gonna let you die idiot, now get out of here before one of them arrives." he was in pain, yet his smirk hadn't left his face since he was trying to reassure you in his own way.

_ "No way, I'm not leaving you behind! Our friends are covering for us so don't worry about a thing," you inspected his injury before tearing up a piece of your shirt to wrap around his thigh, "this should help with the bleeding for now, but we have to get you out quickly."

_ "I can't move y/n," he shook his head and watched as the ferocious fight got nearer, "please listen to me for once and get out of here."

_ "No way, I'm capable enough to carry you in my arms." you mumbled confidently and slipped your arms carefully around his body before standing up with ease and hurrying out of the battlefield.

He was too shocked to say a word, and for a moment, forgot about his busted leg, yet his eyes had never left your determined features.

_ " You're full of surprises y/n," he was clearly impressed, "I wasn't wrong about you, you're one of a kind."

Your expressions softened as you listened to his praises, the one who loves you the most, your biggest supporter.

Ochaco :

You yawned, stretching your arms over your head as you watched the end credits roll up the screen.

_ "Come on gorgeous, it's time for bed," your eyes moved down to your chest where your girlfriend had chosen to settle, "Ochaco, are you asleep already?" your voice dropped to a whisper as your lips rested against her soft hair.

Her only response was a quiet whimper and a tighter hold on your shirt. Cute.

You contemplated staying that way on the couch, cooped up with your girl until morning, if not for the idea of you both waking up with sore muscles in a few hours.

_ "Hey babe, can you hear me?" you tried again, but her soft snores and warm breath fanning over your neck were enough proof that she was indeed sound asleep.

You moved carefully, sneaking your arms around her unconscious form before sitting up and bringing her with you.

She was still comfortably slumbering and you couldn't help the chuckle escaping your throat as you lovingly observed the steady rise and fall of her chest.

Getting off the couch while carrying her in your arms was no big deal, even despite not being much bigger than she is. Though apparently moving around too much had pulled her back from dreamland.

_ "Y/n, what's going on?" her beautiful big eyes blinked in clear confusion and you couldn't resist kissing her cute pouty lips.

_ "I'm carrying you to bed gorgeous."

_ "It's a dream, 'must be a dream." she nuzzled your neck while mumbling against your skin, and you would have thought she was joking if she hadn't fell back to sleep afterwards.

Granted, that was a first for you– picking her up and carrying her in your arms, but her reaction was teasing, even if she wasn't fully conscious of it.

_ "Well then sweetheart, maybe I should start doing this more often until you believe it." you smirked as you finally walked into your bedroom.

Shigaraki :

You pulled on his hair and whined longingly as his lips left yours and moved to devour the warm skin of your neck.

Ever since he possessed full control over his quirk, you became unable to keep your hands off one another. It was as if you wished to compensate for all the time you couldn't freely feel each other's touch.

_ "Tenko, take off your shirt now, I want to feel more of you, please." it was an unending craving you had for one another.

_ "Me too beautiful, this isn't enough." he sat up, removing his shirt and leaning in immediately to recapture your lips.

Your moans were swallowed by his eager mouth and his rough skin against yours felt like heaven.

_ "I love you, Tomura, I love you so much." no matter how many times you've said it, it was never enough.

_ "Me too sweetheart, I love you the most, I fucking love everything about you, especially how your strength can easily match mine." he muttered between a trail of fervent kisses on your neck, chest, and tummy. Only to stop and lift his head up when your chuckles vibrated against his lips.

_ "I'm happy to know that's how you feel," your fingers ran through his messy hair, "most of my previous partners were intimidated by that, especially considering my short stature."

_ "Don't mention any of those bastards again," he was obviously irritated, "keep your eyes on me, only on me." he looked like a little puppy burying his face deep in your chest.

_ "I'm sorry Tomura, I will never do that again," you didn't mean to upset him, so you tried to find a quick way to cheer him up.

And suddenly, your smile returned as you sat up, sneaking your palms to support his butt cheeks before getting out of the bed.

He wrapped his legs around your waist to avoid falling, and the high pitched scream he let out pierced your ears.

_ "What the hell are you doing?! Put me down right now!"

_ "I'm not gonna, I'll carry you around until you forgive me." and you meant it.

_ "Alright I get it! I'm not mad, I'm just jealous." he whispered the last part against your neck.

_ "You shouldn't be, you're the only one I've ever carried this way, that's why I'm doing it." you wanted to show him what he truly meant to you, and as simple as your way of doing it was, you still hoped it would work.. It did.

_ "Never put me down then."

@afterhourswjay

[see-arcane]

i really love your idea of Ghoul for Jonathan it's so good

Thank you! Honestly there are a ton of good monster/cryptid Jonathan ideas out there alongside the 'maybe he's a diet vampire?' theories. The ghoul thing (as I've rambled about before) is born of the whole 'suddenly taking on corpsey coloring' + 'the religious stuff doesn't hurt him and he seems to be All About killing the Count' = 'being generally more eerie and unsettling' = 'freaky creature that hunts the (un)dead and has no known issue with Christian paraphernalia' = that boy seems a bit ghoulish!

And while Dracula absolutely stole a drink the last night in the castle, I've never been 100% on that being a basis for Jonathan being any kind of pseudo vampire born of the Count's nibbling. It'd mean he was tethered to Dracula too, and for a longer period than Mina. But Dracula is shitting bricks enough to run from Jonathan rather than fight him with the kukri in hand. So he clearly suspects something is up with this young man that's worth worrying about. Even when Jonathan had scuttled down the side of the house and was giving chase entirely solo ahead of the others, Dracula never turned to fight him.

Sounds like the kind of thing a walking corpse would do if he knew a ghoul was chasing him with his giant cutlery out.

...But, in hindsight, I can also see a different kind of Semi-Vampire!Jonathan in action here. One that's even more worrisome than Dracula's implied brand of vampire, the Romanian strigoi. Say, the same kind of pallid, washed-out vampires we see in, "The Family of the Vourdalak," by Alexei Tolstoy.

A story which involves vampires who are immune to traditional vampire destruction methods like being staked through the heart, et cetera, and focus obsessively on 'collecting' their loved ones and mercilessly slaughtering anyone else.

As an aside, the eponymous vourdalak vampire (note, more appropriately spelled 'wurdulac', being based on the Russian vampire, but we'll use vourdalak for the gothic lit spelling), Gorcha, is introduced carrying the severed head of a man he was hunting in the mountains.

As another aside, it's implied at the climax that this breed of vampire is bound to their homes/physical location they were turned, meaning the whole village of these washed out, corpse-eyed undead are only a threat to those who enter their territory. Or those who threaten to take away their loved ones.

As another other aside, in, "Dracula's Guest," Stoker's unused prologue to the novel, we see Jonathan come across an undead village in Munich. One that pours out a hoard of vampires from their graves in a wild tide. He blacks out during this; then he wakes to Dracula the Wolf laying on top of him just outside the village's boundary. The story mentions the Wolf licking his throat and the soldiers who find Jonathan notice a mark on his neck.

Now, this could be Dracula taking a first sip long before Mr. Harker gets to the castle; a token for his troubles in keeping the solicitor safe. And maybe that's all it was.

Or else those vampires were not strigoi at all, but something a touch more territorial. Sturdier. Obsessive. Corpse-colored. Driven by love and loathing at their greatest extremes.

The vourdalaks of the short story are shown to need full death for their turning. Jonathan, if he was purely hypothetically bitten by such a vampire before his rescue, would not be at risk of full conversion until the day he died. Certainly not enough to make him an anchored undead bloodsucker. ...But perhaps enough to start suffering some noticeable changes once certain Dracula-shaped stimuli began setting things off.

Which presents the lovely idea of Dracula not just running from a group of vampire hunters, but a group including one very pissed off even worse vampire-in-the-making whose whole deal is 1) Being nigh indestructible and riddled with super strength, 2) Wholly unstoppable when it comes to killing anyone who isn't a loved one; especially someone who just did a great big no-no by biting his wife, and 3) Isn't undead enough to be hampered by the territory rule.

Whether Jonathan's a Semi-Ghoul or a Guaranteed-to-Fuck-You-Up brand of Semi-Vampire, Dracula screwed up regardless, because either way he's now got Gothic Horror Jason Voorhees coming after his head.

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader

Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.

Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense

Masterlist

“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”

The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.

Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.

“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.

Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”

Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”

“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”

You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”

The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”

——

Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.

You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.

They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.

“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”

Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”

“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.

“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.

“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”

“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”

Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.

——

Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.

“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.

“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.

“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.

“Fine. Come here then.”

In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”

“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”

Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.

Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”

Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”

Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.

“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”

——

“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”

“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.

“Well the title is very misleading.”

“Agreed.”

Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.

Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.

“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”

Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.

Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”

“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.

He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.

Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.

Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.

“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.

“Yes. To check out.”

——

Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.

“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.

Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”

“Why my room?”

“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”

“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.

After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.

He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.

Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.

Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.

That was close.

“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.

“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”

“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”

“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.

“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”

“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”

-

Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”

“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?

“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”

“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”

“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”

“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.

“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.

“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.

“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.

“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.

“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.

“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.

Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.

After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.

Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.

Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”

A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.

Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”

“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.

“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.

“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”

Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”

Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.

“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”

“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”

“And you’re missing out.”

“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”

“Aren’t you dead?”

“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”

Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.

Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”

Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.

“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.

“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”

[heximagines]

Ya know whe you spend a bunch of time around somone and you start to notice all their annoying quirks and habits??? Yeah...

Annoying habits of the Hooker Clan

Mae

Mae eats when she's bored. And she's frequently bored. There isn't much for them to do when they're just on he road getting from place to place so you can bet she's the first one out of the vehicle at the gas station, on the hunt for snacks. And she will hoard them under her seat. She's especially fond of those drumstick ice cream cones.

She does not share her snacks. Get your own.

She always has to have her hands busy too. I wouldn't necessarily call her fidgety but she likes to be doing something. Either playing with Caleb's hands or crafting something. I think she could for sure crochet. She gives me the vibe.

She also strikes me as a skin picker. Constantly pulling the skin off around her nails, it heals so fast though it's not noticeable unless someone catches her doing it. Caleb will catch her and stop her on occasion, more often than not though she'll just start picking at his skin too.

Mae tells stories that don't make any fucking sense. Like she skips around all over the place and sometimes she'll mention a person you don't even know like you know them which leads into a side tangent about them. It's really best to just go along for the ride and act like you understand.

Caleb

He chews and spits tobacco, and he's so fucking loud about it. Even worse is he leaves the gas station cups he spits into just laying around. A few have gotten knocked over in whatever vehicle they're in.

Caleb insists that he knows how to do things that he does not know how to do. He bragged up and down about what a good mechanic he was to everyone but the second one of their vehicles has a faulty starter and Jesse sent him under to bang on it.... Well it became clear that he exaggerated his abilities.

Caleb doesn't mean to be but he's just a tad bit too rough. He's still adjusting to his vampire strength and can get a bit carried away. Mae has scolded him more than a few times while they were play wrestling for actually managing to bruise her.

He gets the ick in the middle of feeding sometimes. Because of this he's almost accidentally turned a few people. He had to get into the habit of killing before feeding. I guess you could sa he's the vampire equivalent of a picky eater. He also wont feed on anyone who he thinks looks gross.

He's convinced he's a real smooth talker who can get himself out of any situation. He's really not though. The others do not let him talk to cops when they get stopped.

Jesse

He's always cracking his joints and it's like conceringly loud. On more than a few occasions Diamondback was convinced he'd broken a finger or two, only for him to flex them and assure her they were in working order.

Jesse blows his nose into his hand. It's super gross, everyone hates it, he doesn't care. It kinda goes back to before he was turned he never saw the point in handkerchiefs and tissues weren't really a thing. He just doesn't think much of it.

He's got a bad temper. Usually he keeps it pretty contained but certain things still just make him snap. Mostly when he feels like his leadership isn't being respected or he feels like his control over a situation is slipping. Since Jesse was turned he felt like some of his autonomy had been stripped away so any situation where he loses control is triggering for him.

He falls asleep watching TV but if anyone tries to switch the channel he immediately wakes up and goes, "Put it back, I was watching that."

He picks favorites and everyone knows it. More often than not he lets Severen and Diamondback get away with shit the others wouldn't dare to try. It can cause a bit of tension. Thankfully it tends to just kind of blow over though.

Diamondback

She takes hour long showers, like the kind that use up all the hot water. She actually hates being grimey but it just kinda comes with their lifestyle so she takes full advantage when they stop. Because if this habit the others have learned to get in there before she can.

She makes little sound effects with everything she does. Jesse finds it really cute but the others get annoyed after a while.

She starts arguments just for fun. She craves stimulating conversations and outlets for her aggression and it's a great way to kill 2 birds with one stone. She rarely takes these arguments seriously, though she is in it to win, but they can really get some of the others fired up. She thinks it's funny if someone gets mad at her for articulating her point better.

Speaking of outlets for aggression she stabs holes in everything with that damn knife. And if she isn't stabbing holes she's target practicing, even if the vehicle is moving. She's hit Severen a few times "by accident".

She moms everyone. There's no getting around it. At best it's sweet and makes everyone feel secure buuuuut sometimes. Man she can really just be up your ass and overbearing. I feel like it's a little bit of overcompensation because she can never really have her own child.

Homer

He throws tantrums, bad ones. Totally throwing himself on the ground screaming kicking tantrums. Thankfully they're far and few between but they do happen. He just has a really hard time regulating his emotions. He still has the brain of a child but he's coping with a lot of adult issues so he melts down.

Picked up Jesse's bad habit of blowing his nose into his hand. Probably the only one other than Jess who doesn't find it absolutely gross because he also still picks his nose. Like openly picks his nose. He doesn't care. He wipes his boogers on other people. Mostly Caleb.

Will whine and yell about how stupid he thinks a show or movie is and how he doesn't want to watch it but you still catch him side eyeing the screen during all the important parts. Of you call him out he insults you as a distraction.

He's really moody. Could be having a great time one moment and the next he's moping or pissed off. Its mostly because he's actually in his head a lot and reads into things too much, putting himself in a mood.

He lies for no reason at all other than he thinks it's fun. He sort of adapted this habit from Diamondback's play arguing. It's the same concept for both of them. It's just stimulating.

Severen

I've said it before and I'll say it again, he fucking stares dude. And he does it shamelessly. If you catch him he's not looking away he's going to keep staring. It makes people super fucking uncomfortable. But honestly it's usually a sign that he likes you. He's trying to observe you. That or you're about to be dinner.

He's also very touchy, constantly has his hands on other people. Sometimes its to assert dominance but once again its also just something he does when he likes you. He's just plain not good at boundaries or social norms.

Everything Severen does is loud. Feeding, talking, fucking, walking. He even talks and snores in his sleep. If you're sensitive to noise he's a fucking nightmare.

Sev thinks he's the funniest person unalive, truly his own biggest fan. He laughs obnoxiously at all his own jokes. Sometimes he laughs so hard he can't even get the joke out. And if you don't think he's funny or laugh with him he gets super sore about it. (Same tbh)

He has kind of a fragile ego. If you insult him or hurt his feelings you're gonna be on his shit list for a hot minute. He holds onto a grudge the longest out of anyone in the clan. He hold grudges against people who died in 1935.