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Harmony Syndrome Part 5/5
The last chapter of my mlp infection AU! Thank you to everyone who followed along. Some final thoughts on my twitter @cracklewink if anyone's interested : )
#mlp#my little pony#mlp infection au#mlp infection#twilight sparkle#Sorry for leaving the ending open ended but I genuinely couldnt decide on just one way for things to turn out and I liked the idea of#leaving it open the most#in my mind sunset's final message is like we found a recording from the later days of the infection and we dont know what happened in the#end because the recordings stopped/ended#In any case I think they were able to put twilight and the others to rest#but who knows who survived the “final battle” and who didnt#also yes Twilight created harmony syndrome but not on purpose lol#it was the result of her botched attempt to create a spell that makes ponies immortal#obviously it backfired lol#and the irony is that twilight ends up dying before any of her friends#if they didnt want me writing my little pony horse tragedy they shouldnt have left mlpfim off on the note that all of twilight's friends#were growing old without her#ending thats been haunting me for five years#if anyones seeing this this is an open au btw so feel free to adopt any of the ideas if you like! : )#tw thanatophobia#thanatophobia
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english translation book 5 baby we are in the ‘people assuming kid form hua cheng is xie lian’s son’ era 🔥🔥🔥 / follow for more hualian silliness
#so the part of the book where kid hua cheng suddenly sits bolt upright#because he senses something in the room#and this 7 year old is just 👁️👁️ and radiating immense killing intent#hes so fucking funny 😭#i love him being weird and strange and offputting#‘dianxia why does the high schooler that hangs around your house sometimes have glowing red eyes and know things he definitely shouldnt#and crush things into dust with his bare hands and seem to hate the sun an-‘ mind your own fucking business#drawing baby hc was so much fun i hope i do it again soon#the secret is that xie lian is JUST as deeply weird as his husband but in a less obvious and threatening manner.#guy who has to keep his internal monologue internal because he is thinking things like “wouldnt wanna get choked by those hands!”#out of every god character he is the one who seems to have changed the most from immortality#dying presumably hundreds of times and being alone for hundreds of years does something to your brain#“xiao hua why does your cultivator talk weird and wear the same clothes and eat the same food and-” HE IS AUTISTIC!!!! AND JADED BY THE#PASSAGE OF CENTURIES!!! YOULL NEVER KNOW WHICH IS WHICH!!#my art#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#hualian#hua cheng#xie lian#art#tgcf meme#mxtx#天官赐福#lmao#hob#heaven official's blessing#the people have spoken...
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Summertime Rainstorm
#doctorsiren#ace attorney#phoenix wright#trucy wright#ace attorney fanart#digital art#my art#procreate#this is inspired by something that occurred today#it randomly started thunderstorming super hard out of nowhere (which is wild bc I live in the middle of California)#and so I went outside to go record a video of it#and my dad came outside after me and he had me set down my iPad and my headphone#and he dragged me out into the backyard and we literally danced in the rain 😭#I was wearing socks but it was okay bc I actually don’t mind the feeling of wet socks#also the puddles were all warm bc of the hot cement#and so I drew Trucy and Phoenix doing the same thing :3#Trucy’s wearing the outfit I was wearing (except I swapped my bat wing hoodie for her cape)#and Phoenix is wearing crocs bc my dad was wearing crocs#idk I just wanted to remember the moment and so I immortalized it in fanart 😁
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oh my god i should put my truth into the world
Captain Marvel has been a member of the Justice League for over a decade, joining shortly after his debut.
Billy Batson was chosen as Champion of Magic at age 9.
By all appearances, Billy is currently age 11.
When a person is chosen as the Champion, the effects of such a strong concentration of magic kinda fucks with their aging. With an adult, there's not really that big of a deal; some people look younger than they are due to genetics.
Unfortunately, it is much more noticeable when the Champion is a child.
Billy isn't an eternal child, or anything, he's still going to grow up. His aging just stopped while his body adapted to being the anchor to all of magic. So now he's a middle school aged kid, with a twin sister who just turned 21.
#billy batson#captain marvel#alright im too tired to write more. but this is the concept!#he's way more mature than the average 12 year old coz lived experience n stuff#but he's still immature because he's physically twelve.#my version of Fawcett is used to weird aging; its just usually 'immortal old people' flavor and not 'unaging child' flavor.#billy definitely has a highschool diploma in my mind. there's a 9 year old graduating with 18 year olds and nobody bats an eye#i think identity reveal is funny if your coworker of a decade plus turns out to be 12 years old#'oh my god did we let a toddler join the team. did we put a small child on the front lines'#billy: 'no! i was nine. perfectly reasonable'
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Deadpool and Wolverine (2024)
#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool & wolverine#deadpool x wolverine#deadpool and wolverine spoilers#deadpool#wolverine#the human torch#johnny storm#deadpool spoilers#deadpool & wolverine spoilers#I lost my mind the first time I watched this in theatres so#here it is so I can compulsively rewatch it#:D#that’s my GUY right there!!!!!#genuinely brain soup rn#OT#video#I hide my phone under my jacket I promise I’m not disruptive in the theatre#I have more respect for others I swear#just really have to immortalize my fav moment on my blog
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Pov you stay over at your bestie's so much their roommate starts questioning if you even have a house. Or smth
#idk i was tired and wanted to draw them#ocs be plagging my thoughts#i just woke up hi#immortal au#doodles#sunshine draws#dca au#oc#dca sun#i just like sun being both a sweetheart and a little shit#he doesnt rlly mind the company though. even if he's not particularly close to him#sean tag#immortal au art 🎨
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the fact that everyone in the underworld repeats their last thoughts and so many of odysseus' crew is 'CAPTAIN' is actually genuinely going to make me sick
#what do you MEAN he's the final thought in hundreds of people's minds. what do you mean he's forever immortalized in dead people's eyes.#what.#underworld saga#epic the underworld saga#epic the musical#distant screaming screams into the void#epic spoilers
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Tom: This bloodline ends with me.
Harry: That's the most dramatic way I've ever heard someone say, "I'm gay".
Tom: What? I’m immortal.
Harry: Ohh! Diversity win.
#tomarry#harrymort#tomarrymort#someone take the post button away from me#poor tom is so confused (and so gay)#go easy on him harry#or don’t - yeah actually never mind go harder on him#harry: immortals can be gay too 😌🫶 you can be gay AND immortal#tom: 🫠 ??????
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Immortal Mindset
There are plenty of articles and books written about feeding, fashion, and the fundamentals of vampirism. There is a lot on magic, ritual, and the spiritual side as well. I also want to present articles on empowering one's life beyond just the metaphysical and feeding and how we can better ourselves in various ways.
So we'sll start with the Immortal Mindset. I first came across this term in Daoism. The Immortal Mindset is one of patience and observation, as health and longevity are the pursuit of the philosophy. Daoist Temples not only teach Daoist philosophy and kung fu, but also Traditional Chinese Medicine, which includes herbalism, nutrition, massage, various forms of qigong, and meditation. You will find similar concepts in many traditional kung fu schools (I was taught the basics of massage, herbalism, and qigong in the kung fu I learned).
The second place I came across the term was Father Sebastiaan's Sanguinomicon, and the third was Temple of the Vampire literature. In the Sanguinomicon, Feeding is part of the journey toward an Immortal Mindset. Strigoi Vii feed to empower the astral body so it can sustain after the First Death (physical death). This concept is similar to Temple of the Vampire literature.
Where Temple of the Vampire differs is their Dayside Secrets. All I will say is that it influenced my approach to vampirism's Immortal Mindset with my previous fascinations with neuroplasticity and how certain mindsets, lifestyles, and foods can enhance the overall human experience.
Taking Action
The Immortal Mindset is not simply a way of thinking but thinking in ways that provide well being by taking action on said thoughts. You can't just think of getting stronger, you have to exercise and eat well. You can utilize visualization to enhance your physical attributes, but it still takes physical effort to achieve a healthy level of fitness.
As a vampire, I strive to go beyond basic fitness which is why I mix traditional martial arts, Old Time Strongman, and calisthenics. I don't just want to be strong and have an aesthetic body, I want to have functional strength.
A good place to start learning functional strength is the Bioneer on YouTube. I suggest all his videos, but especially his Batman series as it not only goes over physical training, but mental training as well. He is one of the most unique and well rounded fitness influencers.
#psi vampire#wanderlust psifang#prismatic vampire#psifang#chaos magick#energy model#mindbending#psi#mindset#immortal minded#transhuman#posthuman#vampyre#vampirism
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My immortal x death note AU that I can’t stop thinking about. L would be called Hell or something stupid like that.
#I want to actually write it out eventually.. there r so many parallels in my mind or maybe im insane#my art#death note fanart#death note#my immortal#my immortal AU#death note au#light yagami#l lawliet#misa amane#drawing#artists on tumblr#art#digital art#sketch#artwork#fanart#lawlight
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okay but WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME that luO YUNXI!!!! is cast as ChU WanNINg? I BEG YOUR FINEST PARDON?
someone’s gonna need to wipe me off the floor if Immortality ever airs because i am not ready
so you’re telling me that this
is the man gonna be playing THE pathetic wet cat, the “no one could ever possibly love me”
the stoic, the graceful yuheng elder
the desperately repressed
The White Cat, Chu Wanning????
i’m done. deceased. wake me up when it’s out
image credits: gifs 1&2 @xiaosean - 3&4 @kimp05 - 5 @trendingdrama - 6 @yilinglaozu - image 7 @inthefaceofadaffodil (also OP of the inciting post mentioned in the tags) - 8 official image
#i have tears in my eyes#it’s so perfect#and like#the chemistry between Bai Lu and him in the TTEOTM bedroom scenes had me feeling some type of way#but silly old me then thought that oh - yeah no he’s got such good chemistry with female leads surely i’ll never get to see him in a BL#and TWO SECONDS LATER i see a post with a leaked image of him as chu wanning and i???#THE SLUTTIEST MOST UNHINGED DANMEI AND HES THE LEAD????????#I AM LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND#luo yunxi#luo yunxi i love you please never stop#2ha#erha he ta de bai mao shizun#immortality#tteotm#till the end of the moon#tantai jin#chu wanning#hyx#hao yi xing#hyx leak#hao yi xing leak#sinna roublogs
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𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙐𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 Dannymay-Day 6/ Day 12: Immortal AU x Time travel
#hachi art#danny phantom#vlad plasmius#vlad masters#dannymay2024#where Danny and Co manage to took the map and ditch Vlad in the Past.#Vlad learn in the worst way that Halfa is infact immortal. As his mind slowly being eroded by time.
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i think one of my favorite things about the loustat reunion (apart from my being a loustat shipper) is something that i believe jacob himself touched on: after all of the horror that we saw, the message it carries is so incredibly optimistic. in a gothic story about undead monsters who survive on the death of others, we are given the possibility of growth and change. we may not have as long as they do but just like lestat and louis we have the opportunity to become better versions of ourselves until the very day that we die. just as they do we have the ability to learn until our last breath. we don't always have to forgive each other the way they did but we can always move on. every one of us. and that makes me feel just a little bit better about myself.
#mind you i'm sure they'll always be dramatic bc that's who they are lol but i think they'll be better than before#and that's the important thing right?#for them and for us#that said if MY husband dropped me from the sky i would be petty about it forever#even if we were immortals#but that's me lmao#and this is a tv show#things are a bit different irl#truthfully i wish they'd just never added that whole thing but i already made a post about that#original#iwtv#amc iwtv#loustat#loustat reunion#amc interview with the vampire#interview with the vampire#jacob anderson#sam reid#the vampire chronicles#louis x lestat#lestat x louis
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I am not immune to disco thor
#i really need to start keeping better track of variant covers i nearly lost my mind in forbidden planet today looking at this#disco thor my beloved <3#thor#immortal thor
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u know what would be a cool genshin fic idea? isekai/transmigrated reader, but instead of appearing within the general timeline, you come into the genshin world 500 years prior to the start of the storyline in khaenri'ah.
honestly it could be either a little before the cataclysm, giving enough time to delve into some relationship building + explore some world building with characters like dainsleif, traveller's sibling (which would probably be lumine bc i actually do like her as abyss sibling & aether as traveller), and npcs like halfdan (still crying over him to this day ;w;) and possibly the khaenri'ahn royal guards (assuming you either join them or have a good enough relationship with them), OR it could be you appear during the crisis, completely and utterly lost as to why you were brought amidst the chaos and bloodshed as you watch everything you barely knew about this nation crumble before your very eyes.
either route will still result in reader's existential crises and constant "why am i here? just to suffer?" monologues because really, who would be fine after going through that after coming from /our/ world? and not to mention you've had to endure the next 500 years wandering with no real set path because you don't know this world— this era of teyvat or of genshin. you're merely stuck, unable to die, and forced to live a life of uncertainty with no clear direction for you to go to.
despite it all, you've at least been able to see dain during this course. while your meetings pass far too quickly for your lonesome, and his solemn demeanour is something you're yet to be accustomed to after having been with him before the fall of khaenri'ah (assuming it's the route where you appear before the cataclysm), you're glad to see a familiar face every now and then. after the messy departure with the lumine who left for the abyss order, you've come to appreciate his quiet presence more and more each time.
and then you decide it might be time to settle. you soon realise it's difficult to do so when your lifespan has become far more than that of a human's — of a mortal's — and so you find yourself becoming used to staying in one place for a few years before setting off for the next. rinse and repeat. over and over. it's come to a point where you've witnessed the nations undergo various changes each time you visit. you know change is inevitable, and yet your heart stings each time you witness it; a testament to how the world is ever-changing, yet you're stuck in place as a bystander.
one thing you're grateful for, however, are the bonds you've established amid your back-and-forth over the centuries. from archons like zhongli and venti to long-life beings such as neuvillette and the adepti to regular mortals who have showed you kindness as if one of their own... you've grown to cherish those memories, often reminiscing them when the nights get too long and surroundings too quiet. it was difficult at first, and still is, but you've become used to the inevitable change and the passing of those you once knew.
and after 500 years, you find yourself face-to-face with one you haven't seen since before you appeared in this world; the protagonist of this world, and the one you eventually join in hopes of finally finding a means to an end, aether.
little side notes/extras:
from /our/ world, you would probably know the storyline from up to around current (5.0) or maybe a little after the fontaine aq conclusion. it gives a lot to work with, but you definitely won't remember a lot of the lore after so long other than some main events, especially since most of your knowledge is pretty irrelevant for the next 500 years,,,
i think it would be cool if you had an inteyvat on your person as a little homage of khaenri'ah, which may or may not invoke some opinions from certain characters (*cough* aether immediately being reminded of lumine and having an existential crisis *cough*)
post-cataclysm you would go through a, uhm, long phase of helplessness, wondering why you were even brought to this world so far back if you couldn't even make any contributions. it does eventually morph into a resolution to do what you can to help those you come across if it's within your capabilities, but the nightmares and helplessness come back every now and then as a reminder for what you can't do :D yippee :D
honestly i'm on the fence whether you would have a vision or some other type of abilities (think on the similar lines of aether/lumine's and dain's), but i think having some type of purification mechanic would be a must in your arsenal !! would definitely lead to some moments between you and characters like dain or zhongli who suffer from the erosion as you give them a slight reprieve from what rages within and corrodes them
a little self indulgent, but i'd like to think your first /proper/ meeting with zhongli happens during a lantern rite festival, wherein you're admiring the lanterns in the sky after making a wish of your own and he comes up from behind with "they're beautiful, wouldn't you say so?" and !!
also as for love interests, as much as i would love for human/mortal characters, a part of me feels like this story would be better suited for the immortal/long-life characters as love interests?? idk i feel like considering that 500 years is, well, a long time, the bonds you would have with them compared to characters like, say, alhaitham or diluc would be way too different ?? though i would definitely still add them as love interest bc i am a sucker for so many of the human characters ;w; it would also add to the angst and hurt/comfort ahahha...
anyway thank you for reading this massive brain dump of a fic bc i absolutely would put this as a long term project, and if u made it this far then i would like to say that dain solos—
#sophie talks : concepts <3#dont mind me i am just in HEAVY brainrot over this genshin x reader concept bc OURGH??? THE POSSIBILITIES??? THE LORE??? THE RELATIONSHIPS?#also exploring dynamics with the immortals/those with longer lifespans like zhongli; the adepti; neuvillette; the archons in general; DAIN#and lumine; and maybe fatui... hehe.... AND AETHER TOO#omg imagine pierro trying to convince u to join him in the fatui after having finally tracked u down after the cataclysm bc of ur frequent#changes from nation to nation only for u to turn him down saying u dont wish for further damnation. he leaves u alone and u think he wont#pester u anymore until u see him years later again and again and again; him with the same question and u with the same answer#BUT ALSO KHAENRI'AH WORLD BUILDING/EXPLORATION BUT ITS LITERALLY JUST LIKE WRITING A MEDIEVAL ROYAL AU RAAHHH#sir royal guard captain!dain interactions... the royal guards... adopted royal!lumine interactions bc ur just like her from another world#and tells u stories of her and aether & u grow closer and u travel with them before dain joins u both before the inevitable break up and#OMG WAIT MADAME PING DYNAMIC WHEN U BECOME FRIENDS WITH THE ADEPTI AND SHE JUST OFFERS U TEA AND A SHOULDER TO LEAN ON BC SHE KNOWS U SO WE#AND OHHHRHJFHJHGJF#cries. this fic would be a lot of emotional hurt/comfort and self acceptance for new life and reader will need a big fat long hug#anyway i will write this. one day. hopefully.
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Blood Runs Cold #2: You Poor Thing
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content: captivity, cold whump, starvation, dehydration, begging, strangulation, mind control, blood drinking, non permanent death, defiant immortal whumpee, creepy vampire whumper
IT’S BACK!!! finally gonna start writing this series again, sorry for the long wait!!
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Aspen slowly opened his eyes, and once again, the first thing he noticed was how cold he was. But unlike being trapped in a thin metal freezer, Aspen was laying on a small mattress.
He curled into himself, shivering violently. After realizing there were no blankets to keep him warm, he sat up, but immediately felt the dizziness hit him. He groaned in pain, his head pounding and his body aching from his last death. His last death.
Everything that had happened the last day came flooding back to him like a punch to the gut.
He died. Twice— no, three times, apparently, though he didn’t remember the first time—
And he came back.
It hurt to think about— what any of this could possibly mean. Nobody could just die and come back to life! …But here he was. Alive and well. Aspen almost thought it could all have been one bad dream, if not for the dull pain in his neck. He traced his fingers over his throat, and felt two small scars from where the vampire had drank from. The vampire.
That thing was what had killed him- bit into him- tore him apart. And it said it would do it again. Aspen had to get out of here. He couldn’t stand the thought of being around that monster again, he couldn’t.
He took a deep breath and decided to start looking around the room he found himself in, though that didn’t help much since all around him was complete darkness, not a window or flicker of light in sight. The mattress beneath him felt rough and grimey; it definitely hadn’t been cleaned in a long time. Aspen put his hand to the wall to steady himself as he stood, feeling the chill and cracks of the cement on his fingertips.
He took a step, but heard a rattle of metal coming from the floor. He took another step, feeling a heavy weight and cold chill on his left ankle and he realized that he was chained to the wall. Shit.
Aspen tugged on the chain a bit, to no use. So he started walking anyway, wanting to see the furthest he could go. He walked around the room and held his hands out in front of him, trying to see if he could feel anything in the darkness. He eventually found a staircase, but could only get a few steps up until he reached the farthest the chain would allow him. He went around the other side of the room and felt a small drain in the concrete floor. Startled by the new texture under his bare feet, he jumped away, the chain pulling taut on his ankle and causing him to trip and scrape his knees on the concrete. He staggered up and collapsed back on the mattress in defeat.
And that was it. Nothing else in the room offered him much help, and he was stuck waiting in horrible anticipation. It was hopeless; there was no way out of here and he was going to be hurt by that vampire again.
He shook those thoughts away and decided to be smart about this. Sure, Aspen couldn’t actually die— for some reason— but vampires could. All he had to do was find… what was it? Silver? A wooden stake? Aspen never really had been too interested in vampires; he was more of a werewolf type of guy. And he didn’t even know they were real until now, whatever he’d heard about them in the past might not even be true. But nonetheless, he’d find a way to kill that bastard and reunite with Lyle again- wherever she was. He wouldn’t just give up.
. . .
Aspen didn’t know how long it had been since he’d woken up, or how long he had been waiting in the dark, laying curled up on that mattress. He realized soon enough that he was hungry; he hadn’t eaten in who knows how long, and definitely hadn’t drank any water. Oddly enough, he didn’t have to go to the bathroom. After all those deaths, he probably had nothing left in his system.
He also realized, after hours of laying on that mattress with nothing but his anxious thoughts, that the vampire hadn’t given him his glasses. It wasn’t like he needed them in this dark, but he still could hardly see normally without them. He also hadn’t given him his chest binder. He was just wearing his jeans and hoodie, not even a shirt underneath! That asshole. He didn’t know whether it was to humiliate him, give him less warmth, or both, or some other reason, but Aspen had never felt so vulnerable and defenseless.
The vampire had broken his phone, so he obviously couldn’t use that to call for help. Like the corpse that he was, he had nothing. Absolutely nothing that could help him. The only thing he could do was wait.
And after what felt like forever of waiting, stomach aching with unbearable hunger, Aspen heard the thud of footsteps coming from the ceiling above him. They walked slowly until they stopped by the stairs. The click of a lock echoed through the basement, and light finally flooded into the place.
Aspen sat up on the mattress, heart thumping rapidly through his chest as he stared ahead.
Finally, the vampire was back.
The vampire walked down the stairs, taking slow, deliberate steps that echoed in the silence. His wavy black hair fell down in his ghostly pale face. He wore a dark red dress shirt, the first few buttons undone, and a black suit coat hanging messily over his shoulders. Aspen gulped and hugged his knees to his chest, noticing the blood-red eyes peeking through the strands of hair and staring directly at him.
His captor reached the bottom of the stairs and stared down at Aspen, watching him tremble in fear.
“Hello, little corpse,” the vampire said, his voice sending a shiver down his spine.
Despite Aspen having so many things he wanted to say and ask— like let me go, I’m hungry, don’t hurt me— his words went dry in his throat. He felt acutely aware of his position; held captive, frozen in place under the vampire’s intense gaze, afraid that any movement or noise would cause the vampire to pounce and tear him apart again.
“What? Got nothing to say?” The vampire hummed, tilting his head.
Aspen swallowed and tore his eyes away from his captor, deciding to get a look around the now visible room.
The basement was not much larger than he had originally thought. Most of it was empty, but against the left far wall was a large metal table. It was hard to see without his glasses, but squinting his eyes, he could make out various dangerous looking tools and weapons hanging on the wall above it. The sharp blades were all covered in faded, dried blood. Higher on that wall, in the corner by the ceiling, was a small window, boarded up with wood that had looked like it’d been there for ages. Hanging down from the ceiling in the middle of the room were various hooks and chains. Dried blood faintly painted the floor by the drain.
That was it. It looked like everything in this place was just made to cause pain, to hurt him.
He looked back at the tools. They were too far away to get to with the chain around his ankle, but if he could somehow get his hands on them, he could defend himself.
Unless… somebody else got his hands on them first.
His eyes flickered back to the vampire, who had been following his gaze to the wall. He smirked.
Aspen’s heart plummeted.
“I see you’ve noticed my—”
“Don’t hurt me!” Aspen said, body trembling. “Please let me go, I- I—”
“Begging already?” The vampire mused, and started walking closer. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”
Yet?
“N-no, stay away from me,” Aspen said, backing up against the wall.
“Why would I do that?” His captor walked closer, boots thumping against the concrete. Aspen pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, trying to hide as much of his body as he could, trying to make himself small. The vampire crouched down in front of Aspen and put a hand in his curly hair, gently scritching the top of his head as if he were nothing but a spooked animal. “You’re much cuter up close.”
Aspen trembled under the vampire’s touch, pulling away ever so slightly but being fully backed into the wall, there was nowhere to hide.
“How’re you doin’? You making yourself at home?”
Aspen just stared ahead, mouth agape, words caught in his throat.
“I asked you a question, Aspen,” the vampire hummed in a light tone, though his hand gripped tighter in his hair— a warning.
Aspen swallowed thickly, and said in a quiet, shaky voice, “I-I don’t wanna be here. Let me go.”
“Aw, is it really that bad? I even gave you a mattress and everything.”
Aspen frowned, shivering into his hoodie and wrapping his arms around himself. “It-it’s so- so cold down here. Just let me go.”
“Oh, you poor thing,” the vampire cooed, wiping Aspen’s tears with his thumb. He didn’t even realize he started crying. “I don’t care.”
Aspen sniffled. “I don’t even have my glasses.”
“Oh, of course. You need them to see?” The vampire’s voice was laced in mock sympathy.
Aspen nodded his head, looking up at him through his curls.
“Well, I kinda like it when you look all disoriented and confused. I might just keep you like this forever.”
Aspen’s heart dropped, his despair plastered all over his face. “Why are you doing this?”
“Aw, did you forget already? You exist only for me to drink that delectable blood of yours. You’re nothing but my food. You’re mine. I can do whatever I want to you.”
“B-but- but…” He was speechless. As he struggled to come up with something to say while his captor played with his hair, he saw the vampire’s eyes light up, smiling that horrible grin that showed his deathly sharp fangs.
“Oh, you’re going to be so much fun to break.”
“W-what?” He squeaked.
“We’re going to have so much fun together, Aspen. Just you and I. It’s been so long since I’ve had a human of my own, this place hasn’t had much use in ages, but not anymore. And since you can’t die permanently, I won’t ever have to hold back.”
The vampire’s gaze wandered back to the tools hanging from the wall and the chains hanging from the ceiling. Horrible visions racked Aspen’s mind. Visions of pain. Of agony. Torture. Death. It hadn’t happened to him yet, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it. He couldn’t do it.
He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to stifle a sob. The vampire was too close. It and its fangs and claws were too close and it was touching him and he didn’t want to be here and why wouldn’t it just let him go?
“Open your eyes, Aspen,” the vampire said in a sing-song tone.
“Huh?” Aspen opened his eyes.
“I like to see the fear in my prey’s eyes as I feed. Makes the blood all the more intoxicating.”
“F-Feed?”
“Did I bash your skull in a little too hard last time?” Silas flicked Aspen’s head roughly with his finger. “Every night I am going to feed from you. And every morning, you will come back to life fully healed and regenerating more blood. The process will repeat itself. It’s simple. No more questions.”
“But I don’t- I don’t want this. I wanna go h-home.” He looked up at the vampire through his curly hair with tears in his wide, terrified eyes. His lips wobbled as he spoke so quietly that it was barely a whisper. “Please.”
“Oh, Aspen. You still think you have a choice. You’re so cute, it’s unbearable. It makes me just want to squeeze the life out of you.” The vampire thought to himself for a moment, before a mischievous grin crossed his face. “And I guess… I can do that, can’t I.” It was more of an observation to himself than a question.
“N-no.”
“Oh, I will.” The vampire broke out into a wide, maniacal grin, fangs looking sharper than ever. “Whenever the fuck I want to. How about now?”
Before Aspen could say anything, the vampire pounced. Inhumanly strong hands wrapped around his neck and shoved him against the wall. His nails dug into Aspen’s delicate skin, causing blood to drip down his throat.
“Ow!” Aspen gasped. “Stop- stop stop stop- please stop.”
The vampire suddenly squeezed his hands tighter around Aspen’s throat, crushing his windpipe. Aspen gasped for breath, but could no longer get any air.
“L-et g-o,” Aspen choked out, a whimper soon broken by his lack of oxygen.
He clawed at his neck, at the vampire’s hands tightening his grip on him, at the blood spilling from the small cuts, desperately doing all he could to get air. But his captor’s hands didn’t budge, they only pressed down harder on his throat.
Aspen’s mouth opened and closed, trying and failing to suck air back into his lungs. He tried to plead, to beg, but no sound came out. Dark spots filled his vision as his lungs screamed for air.
The vampire leaned in and started drinking the blood trickling down his skin. Aspen felt his hands squeezing tighter to get more to spill out, as if he were nothing but a living ketchup packet.
Tears fell down Aspen’s cheeks as he went limp in the vampire’s hold, finally losing strength. He struggled to keep his eyes open, to keep his head from lolling to the side and into the vampire’s grasp, to keep himself from slipping away into unconsciousness, into death.
The vampire squeezed his neck again, this time harder. A horrible crunching sound filled Aspen’s ears, and everything finally went black.
. . .
Aspen gasped awake, hands instinctively flying to his neck to get air- to stop the bleeding—
…That wasn’t there. There was no puncture wound, no blood, not even a scab. Just smooth scars over his skin from where the vampire had scratched him and drank from.
He took a deep, long breath, closing his eyes as sweet refreshing air filled his lungs. He breathed out, and in, and out again. A steady pace to calm his racing heart.
The room was dark again, and the vampire didn’t seem to be in there anymore. He must’ve left after Aspen… died. Maybe that was a good thing. Though, he was still incredibly hungry. And thirsty. And his captor was the only one who could give him that necessity.
He cringed thinking about the last thing he remembered, that moment with the vampire. He shouldn’t be so scared of him. He had to stand up for himself and fight back, that’s what Lyle would have told him if she were there.
He didn’t know what time it was or how long he waited for, but when the basement door opened again, Aspen swallowed his nerves and ran towards the stairs, wasting no time in going as far as the chain would allow him. He was standing on the second step and holding on to the railing, his left leg held out in the air a little bit due to the chain pulling on it.
“H-hey,” Aspen said, looking up at the vampire. “Let me out, I’m so hungry!” He pulled against the chain, not caring about the cold metal digging into his skin, and pushed his arms against the railing as if trying to heave himself up the stairs. “I can’t- can’t take it anymore! Let me go!”
The vampire was standing at the top of the stairs, his entire body cast in a haunting shadow from the light behind him, making him nothing but a looming silhouette. He took a silent step down the stairs, and another.
“Brave little corpse today, huh?” The vampire growled, his two red eyes glowing bright in the darkness. He seemed to be in a different mood today, one that sent a shiver down Aspen’s spine.
“I’m starving. I don’t care what you do to me, I just need food! Please!” Aspen cried.
He didn’t even see it coming.
The vampire pounced, leaping down the stairs and slamming his body straight into Aspen, sending both of them tumbling into the hard concrete floor. Aspen cried out in pain, his entire body hurting from the inhuman force pinning him to the ground. The vampire quickly stepped back and shoved Aspen into the wall by his mattress. After struggling to catch his breath, Aspen’s eyes went wide when he noticed the vampire walking towards him.
“W-Wait!” Aspen exclaimed. “Please don’t hurt me—” He squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating another blow to the head. When that didn’t come, he blinked and saw the vampire crouched down next to him, inspecting the chain around his ankle.
“This chain is much too long.” Before Aspen could do anything, the vampire wrenched it through what had it fastened to the wall, effectively shortening the length Aspen was allowed to walk, leaving the chain only a few feet long now. Aspen could only move around the mattress, and that was it. “Much better.”
He was about to curl into a ball, but he remembered his goal. He needed to stand up for himself. He needed to show him that he wasn’t weak. He blinked back his tears and stared at his captor. “L-let me go!” he demanded. “I’m hungry! Really really hungry. I need food. You can’t just keep me down here!”
“Aspen,” Silas growled, turning to face him. “Are you really making me repeat myself again? You’re mine. My food, to do with as I please.”
His mind raced, frantically trying to come up with anything at all that could change his mind. “If you’re going to- to keep me here, you need to feed me! You can’t just k-keep me starving forever! It hurts! Please!”
“You haven’t died from starvation yet, so why would I waste time and resources letting you eat if you don’t need to? Seems like a big fucking waste to me.”
Aspen looked up, pleading with his eyes that were filled with anger and confusion. his breath hitched in his throat. It was getting harder and harder to be brave. “You ca-can’t do this. You can’t!”
“I can do whatever I want to you.”
Tears fell down his cheeks. “P-please!” he sobbed. “I’m begging you, is that what you want? Please. I’m starving, I—”
“Stop screaming. Holy shit, you’re insufferable. Did you know that?” The vampire turned away from him and started walking towards the other side of the room. “I usually love hearing the horrified screams of my prey, but today isn’t one of those days.”
“Wh-where are you going? —Wait!”
In a flash, the vampire was back to kneeling in front of him, shoving a piece of cloth into his mouth and tying it around his head, effectively gagging him. Aspen reached up to pull it out, but winced when his captor grabbed his wrist and roughly twisted his arms behind his back. The vampire tied his hands together with rope, and pulled it tight. Aspen whimpered as it dug into his skin.
He screamed through the gag, and his captor slapped him roughly across the face, shutting him up. His head shot to the side, and he whimpered as his cheek stung in pain.
Cold, inhumanly strong hands grasped at his shoulders as the monster bit down into his neck, ripping and tearing the flesh away like a deranged animal. He cried out, but there was nothing he could do to stop this. It wasn’t long after that Aspen’s world went dark yet again.
. . .
Time seemed to stretch on in one big blur. The vampire came to the basement to feed, to kill, and throw any and all kinds of hurt or pain into the mix that he wanted. No matter how much Aspen pleaded for it to stop, that only seemed to fuel the vampire’s cruelty. He mocked him for being weak, for being unable to do anything against him. His captor would either kill him or leave him alone in the basement until he came back hours later, alive but in no way living.
It was always dark, and Aspen didn’t know how many days were spent down there. He thought that if the vampire fed once a day, he’d been in the basement for at least five. Five days without food or water. Five days trapped in a cold, dark room with nothing but his worried, anxious thoughts to distract him from the agonizing pain. Not to mention however long he’d been in the morgue before this, however long ago he’d died the first time.
But he could be wrong; he really didn’t know how long he’d been trapped here for. It could have been a few days or a few months and he’d have no way to tell. He wondered if anyone was looking for him, or where Lyle was, or if he’d ever be able to see the sun again. Surely, he’d be rescued in no time. He was going to get out of here, he just had to wait.
He laid his cheek against the rough mattress, arms still tied behind his back and gag stuck firmly in his mouth. Even though he tried to stay optimistic, sometimes, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was his life now. Cursed to be trapped starving in a basement and used as a vampire’s bloodbag for all of eternity— and killed, over and over, that too.
He found the actual death to be somewhat… peaceful, as grim as that sounded. It was the only escape he got from the pain before he was forced back into the cold cruelty of the basement— of his life. It was an unwelcome distraction, but it was at least something. He always hated having nothing to do, being bored out of his mind. At least now he got a break every now and again.
Then, for the first time in days, he heard something new. Aspen’s ears perked up, listening closely to the faint, muffled noises coming from above him. Voices. Multiple voices upstairs. He stood up, despite his weak and starved body begging him to rest, and stumbled towards however far the chain would let him.
He shook his head vigorously, rubbing his chin against his shoulder and finally, finally getting that disgusting gag out of his mouth.
And then, he screamed. His throat was sore and raspy, dry from the lack of water, but that didn’t stop him. He called for help as loud as he could, hoping to get the attention of whoever was up there.
The voices suddenly stopped as Aspen’s frantic pleas rang through the air. There was a loud sigh, and the snap of someone’s fingers. Eerie silence filled the air except for the all-too-familiar footsteps walking towards the basement.
The door swung open violently, and Aspen flinched back at the noise, chain rattling behind him.
“What do you want?” The vampire hissed, flicking the lightswitch on and slamming the door shut behind him. Aspen had never seen someone look so angry. He cowered away as primal terror flooded through his veins.
“I- I, th-the people! There are people up there! Help, help! HELP!”
The vampire did nothing but stand there silently, staring at him with that creepy smile on his face. “Keep screaming, Aspen. See where that gets you.”
“But there’s… What…what did you do to them?”
“Mind control. Their dumb little minds don’t belong to them right now, and they certainly won’t rescue you.”
“You can… control people’s minds?”
“Of course I can,” his captor hissed. “And the next time you try to ask other humans for help, I won’t be so merciful to them.”
“Were they looking for me?”
The vampire couldn’t help but laugh. “No, they weren’t looking for you. They were looking for directions.”
“Directions?”
“Yes. We are in the middle of fucking nowhere, by the way.” The vampire took a step down the stairs. “And nobody will come looking for you. You’re dead to the world, already buried six feet under. And scream all you want, there’s no civilization in miles. That gag was just there to keep you from annoying me all night and day with your incessant whining. I almost never see people out here unrelated to my business.”
“But when I do,“ the vampire continued, “oh, you have no idea how hard it is to resist feeding on them. I’m glad you’re awake now. I deserve a snack for having to deal with those insufferable morons.”
“And you,” the vampire drawled, walking closer and causing Aspen to flinch back in fear, stumbling onto the mattress behind him, “deserve a punishment for spitting that gag out and trying to call for help. You’re mine. You do not try to call for help. You are not getting out of this. Get that through your thick skull before I bash it in.”
Aspen breathed heavily. The vampire was standing a few feet from him, but was more menacing than ever before.
“Say it, little corpse. Tell me you’re mine. I wanna hear it from you.”
Tears pricked in Aspen’s eyes, cheeks going red. “I-I’m, I’m y-yours.”
“And you’ll never try calling for help again?”
“N-No,” he said, shaking his head and sniffling.
“Good. Now enough chit-chat. C’mere.”
Aspen let out a sob and crawled forward, palms and knees aching against the cold stone floor. He crumbled in despair as Silas leaned down to feed again. Sharp fangs sank into the same spot on his neck, blood started flowing out and into the mouth of his captor. He grew even more lightheaded, squeezing his eyes shut and silently begging for unconsciousness.
…Only, death didn’t come this time. The vampire pulled away early, licking his lips and stepping back with a sour expression.
Aspen dared to peek an eye open and look up at him. “W-wh-what are—”
“Your blood. It’s not as good as it was before. What happened?”
“I-I don’t- I don’t know.” When the vampire yanked a hand to his hair, Aspen sputtered frantically to get his words out, wracking his mind for what it could possibly be. “M-maybe it’s- maybe it’s because I haven’t- haven’t eaten anything?”
The vampire stared at him for a moment in consideration. Then, his hand let up, and he stepped away. “Hm. I guess that makes sense.”
“Y-yeah, p-please, I really need food. I need it.”
“…I don’t have any human food here. I’ll have to get some the next time I go to town.”
“...Oh,” Aspen said quietly. “B-but you’ll still feed me? Th-thank you.” He looked up at his captor with hope in his eyes for the first time, and finally let his body relax, as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He’d finally get to be fed.
“Yeah. Holy shit, you’re pathetic.”
“C-can I at least ha-have a blanket in the meantime?”
“No. Can’t let you get too comfortable, can I? Or you’ll forget your place.” The vampire chuckled, patting his head in mock affection.
“But it- It’s so cold here…”
“If you’re suffering so much, why don’t I just kill you now and make the pain stop?”
“N-no, please don’t kill me,” Aspen whispered.
“Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“W-wait!—”
But he had already put the gag in place, and tied it tightly around his head, more so than before. Aspen let out a muffled whimper as the vampire walked up the stairs and out of the basement. The light was turned out, the door slammed shut, leaving Aspen in suffocating darkness once again. All alone.
His stomach growled. The cold bit at his bare skin. His throat ached with thirst and the lingering pain of the bite.
Maybe he should’ve accepted the offer.
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