#sammy sires

[myvinylplaylist]

Todays Record Store Day Purchases

Van Halen: Live: Right Here, Right Now

Eric Carr: Rockology

Ramones: Pleasant Dreams (The New York Mixes)

[totentnz]

thinking about putting v in a vtm au... brujah clearly

[siobhanmull]

Happy new year! As I wrote about a little on Instagram, playing TTRPGs with my friends has been one of the highlights of 2024 for me. I made this piece of art as a gift for my wonderful Vampire: The Masquerade group.

From left to right:

Nate (he/him): Gangrel folksinger and disillusioned WWII vet. Played by yours truly! Also with his therapy dog/famulus, Sammy, the goodest boy.

Francis (they/them): Malkavian psychologist, Anarch, and absolute sweetheart. Beautiful cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. (Their player is not on Tumblr, but is also a delight.)

Dayita (she/her): Ventrue hotelier, played by @transgwenderart ! Incredible, intimidating. A Victorian in denial of the fact that it's 2024, but who's just discovered she's into prog rock.

Nour (she/her): Tzimisce, ex-Sabbat, and medical help for the mortals who end up in vampiric company. May be the farthest from who she was as a mortal, but still gonna keep the bigger monsters at bay. Played by Kal.

Ari (they/them): Malkavian, ALSO a sweetheart, runs a """""book club"""" (cult). One of many beloved NPCs from our Storyteller, @minathered !

Elle (she/her): Toreador fashion designer, 1920s flapper, still recovering from a rough breakup with her Sire. Deeply caring. Played by @usagiwaffles !

And, in silhouette, being garrotted by the hotel's concierge:

Slick Daniel (Slick/Daniel): Beloathed NPC. The Worst. Absolute garbage. Speaks in the third person and refers to everything as ring-a-ding, baby. Made me laugh so hard I started crying. 💜

[tusk-rumours]

wendigo helps us to uck

authors note: proper fic because i am not drunk

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summary: wendigo hurts us, the boys are concerned so we fuck

co-wrote with @mxilkyways , thank you so much for this! you’re gonna ask me what i’m doing and it’s called crediting you for your hard work 🥰🥰

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we hunt in the woods

the wendigo gives us big scratch

owie

seqg 5sqon68rn uf

we go bacj to motel, dean cursing as he drifves

the door closes, the boys face us

what the frick?!?! tgqrt whas bit xiii, ma.

i did what i had to do, come lick jp my blood, freak. ok

desan licks our wound with his sexy, active tongue, while sam crouces down, wrapping his arms around our leg, mosnimg.

sammy come up here.

but baby you're injured, i dont want to hurt you, let me make you all better okay?

fuck me.

okay.

dean p0uts you flat on the bed, spread like butter on a quality, fresh slice of white bread. he setlles over you, sam on hus back like a monkey, as they both stare down at yu hungrily.

bite my wound.

they bite like vampires, hungry and needy. as they do this, it summons prince charming from shrek.

im hot, and i have good hair. my lips are cherry flavoured, want to taste?

mmmm yes please dean sighs, leaninfg in. prince charming and dean move to the other bed, makimng passionate love. mmmcherry, CHREERY.

me and asam, alone.

you aere so fucking hot i wanna lick you all over, giving you everything you want, just top me and fuck me already i need you more than i need air to drink. please.

i have been waiting for you to day that, i wanna rail you and hold you and pull yiur hsir and put me uop into yorur lungs, trust me im that big.

i bet u are.

come get this sexy, i say.

wait i gotta make a tweet, get the fuck off me sam.

w-what? no, pay attention to me.

no, my fans need me, i must make a semi-problematic tweet that will have the internet spiralling and half of. it turning against me, please, let me do this, its critical to the development of my career.

baby no, just talk to me.

i cant over the moans of dean and prince charming, they loud af.

lets go somewhere private.

no i wanna join. chaerming, let me top you, and i can pull those luscious locks to a new dimension, fairy godmother dont have to know ok

you are a. beast y/n

let me unravel you like the layers of an onion, my prince. let me shove my dronkey sized strap on up your dragon sized badussy, king.

yes, my maginifcant queen - i will let you penertrate me.

what about me? dean whines as his weaping weanus sits erect against his breasts

yes, you will get attention too dean, now go annally fuck sammy while i tweeet about prince chaerming and i

ok, slay

good boy dean

my tweet: 'i love my prince charming he is so humble, i fuck him like no other, sammy and dean are fducking nedxt to me but i ignore, thus me previal, i look at my golden retriever boyfriend above me, the cherry scent filling my synapses. a medieval meal, please. he says right away ma'am and takes me straight to pound town in a land far, far away.'

10k reblogs in 10 mins. #iconic

ok now u can fuck me. proceed sire.

he insered

his rather large genetalia broke forth my vaginal ducts and penertrated me. i could thus feel every vein and protrusion amgong his beast as he rapidly thrusted into thy vagine. his sire's hips sputter as hsis seed fills my walls, childering swimming in my hole.

i groan

sam - we stop. im having a vision.

what is it

prince mr sexy charming will murder us all!!!

oh no

seize him dean states in that sexy dominant tone of his.

the clothed fly back on our bodies. sam, are you sure?

yes, kill the bastard.

no but his monster cock :(((((

live without it whore

k. '

he dies bc dean strangles him.

man, i wish, i think.

sam reads my mind. i can read minds too, purify yourself you fucking dirty slut.

wait, NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

sam pours holy water on me, and i burn.

mm nedcrophilly.

emnd of scene.

[robotslenderman]

Question.

Your dark materials and vtm fusion fic.

Do daemons have to resettle and change when you get embraced?

I wonder if the banes effect the daemon, like an ugly nos daemon or a really aggressive brujah one?

Also I'm on chapter 2, it's really good!

aaaa I'm glad you're enjoying it!

My headcanon is that yes -- when someone dies, their daemon turns to Dust, and when the Embrace is finished the daemon spends a few hours reforming. The daemon remains unsettled for about fifteen years, which is how long Cainites are considered fledglings for, and the daemon resettling is usually the signal that it's time for their sire to formally release them.

However... my headcanon is that this doesn't always happen. In humans, it takes major trauma for a daemon to unsettle -- it's the trauma of the Embrace that causes a daemon to unsettle. So people who make a much smoother transition and are less ruffled -- their daemons either resettle more quickly, barely change, or don't unsettle at all. For example, Wendy took to vampirism pretty well (kennels notwithstanding) so her daemon, Sammie, merely changed colour from a sable ferret to a white one.

Before the Masquerade, it was a lot more common for people's daemons to unsettle for only short times or not at all because their lives weren't turned completely upside down; they could still remain in touch with mortal families and so on, if they so chose. Not any more. Becoming a vampire so dramatically upends your life that it's very rare now for daemons to unsettle unless you were already a ghoul used to the life.

I also headcanon that Tzimisce daemons never resettle again and always retain the ability to shapeshift.

Another headcanon is that dying very much acts like the same severing that witches undergo with their daemons in HDM; daemons can now wander from their vampire without limit, and while that magical empathy is still present a daemon can be awake when their vampire sleeps and vice versa. A vampire with enough self loathing may be abandoned by their daemon or abandon their daemon. Elders are less fazed by this, but neonates find it horrifying.

Thinbloods, however, can wander farther from their daemons than mortals but there's a limit. In the prologue of the fic the Thinblood is really anxious and worried about Aredvi possibly wanting to abandon him one day, and feels discomfited when she leaves his side for a greater distance than she could while they were alive, even though they've been a vampire for a few years by then.

A daemon is affected by the same vampiric weaknesses but I hadn't considered physical banes. In my head Sammie just looked like a normal ferret, but the idea of a Nos daemon looking hideous is something I hadn't considered and is a really good idea. I'd definitely considered them to share the same emotional/metaphysical banes (eg inability to photograph Lasombra daemons, Brujah daemons being contrarians, Tremere daemons being prone to blood bonds), but not physical ones, oooh...

[beanphomet]

Since I was talking about tremere scarification on my other blog!

This one

Here's the one Sammy has. It's drawn throughout her entire back. Which (if my research is right) stands for 'fixing the volatile' and might specifically stand for mercury. It's unclear what her sire wanted to mean with it. Mostly because who is the snake being impaled by the ankh suppose to represent? Is it pro Camarilla? Anti Camarilla? Is it a piece against the setites or the tzimisce? She doesn't know in any case but it's definitely provocative. If you know what you're looking at at least.

[halfmyth]

𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘛 𝘛𝘖 𝘋𝘐𝘌 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌. 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘼𝙇𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙎 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀.

(   evan mock  .  cis man  .  he/they  )       —       blasting  cool-doug, at night  by  sammy rae & the friends  down  main  street  we’ve  spotted  KIERAN “KIKI” AQUINO  sporting  their  pearl earring & pink buzzcut.  the  seventy-two (appears twenty-seven)  year  old  VAMPIRE  who’s  been  in  town  for  six years  often  can  be  seen  driving around town with rolled-down windows, crying during sad scenes in movies, trying new recipes,  or  working  as  an  SURGEON  at  PORTUM GENERAL.  people  say  they  display  good-humored  and  irreverent traits,  but  we  rather  trust  their  vibes:  the scent of salted ocean air, knowing that the sun is there even if you cannot see it, hearing someone whistle a song you forgot the name of, a dog running with a stick of dynamite between its teeth.  also,  we’ve  heard  they  love  SURFING, DISCO, & BIRDS !   aren’t  they  fascinating ?   

biography .

kieran is born in 1952 to two older parents who had, in their retirement, finally followed their dreams to move away from rigorous city living to a small coastal town in southern australia. his parents had all but given up on having children, and kieran's birth was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. kieran ( better known as “kiki” ) had a happy upbringing, awash with love. it soon became apparent that he was a surfing prodigy. by the age of ten, he was competing in national competitions, winning multiple junior titles in the late 60s & early 70s. he disappeared from the sport in his mid-twenties, something that was seen as a shame but not too deeply investigated. most attributed his early retirement to an injury he sustained during a competition ( or out of it ). in reality, he fell in love with a merman @highertides. after realizing that his boyfriend was indeed immortal, not one to be outdone by fate, kiki went and got himself turned into a vampire. voluntarily. ah, young love.

extras .

has been in a committed relationship with his husband ( rui aquino ) for the last fifty years !!

while not entirely reckless, he's not opposed to taking risks. he doesn't often let his thoughts spiral, instead choosing to act first and deal with the consequences.

athletic & active ! still surfs at the crack of dawn and has probably run marathons before.

gets along with kids — maybe because he still is one at heart. lies to them about how old he is and where he is from. there are kids running around portum who think he’s a 500 year old vampire pirate.

was a part of melbourne's counterculture in the 70's.

on that note. lies for fun !! but it’s rarely malicious. very lame sense of humor. finds himself funny.

owns two caiques: razor and scooter. owns some pet fish as well.

this isn’t his first time in portum. he also briefly lived in town sometime in the 80’s(?), but left after a bit. probably to travel.

being a surgeon isn’t his first career path. only the truly bizarre and immortal would find med school to be a side quest, but that’s what being a surgeon is for him. it’s something he enjoys and finds interesting.

more tba !!

wanted connections .

SIRE . he would have been turned ~45 years ago (in 1979). not looking for anything super weighty or angsty here. while i’m more than open to a past negative relationship, maybe they have a mutual understanding now and kiki is more or less just an annoyance. or, maybe their relationship has more or less been positive for the past few decades, and your muse felt that it was refreshing that someone wanted the bite for a “pure” reason as opposed to wealth or power. — taken by seyfi mocan .

IMPRINT . people he’s taken under his wing !! i was mainly thinking younger vampires, but it could be other supernaturals. we could work out the particulars, but i feel like he’s the type to accumulate strays 😭

A LONG WAY BACK . long-term connections and/or people he’s met outside of portum !!

GROWING PAINS . a mentor/guide of sorts; someone older than kiki (90+) who's been someone he has confided in throughout the years. while kiki did consider the ramifications of being 27 forever, it's one thing to think you'll know what it's like and another to actually be faced with the reality of outliving friends, family, and the culture you grew up in. — taken by calahan macarthy .

+ super willing to brainstorm !!

[ginnyrules27]

Hey Ginny, any snippets for ToF, CL, StoF and HaH?

“Thank you Mal,” Sammy said as Smee gave Mal a small smile; the Smee twins still happily occupied with the arcade that had appeared with Ginny’s arrival. 

“You’d do the same for me if Hadie needed protection,” Mal said with a small shrug. 

-Truth or Fiction (chapter 112)

“Thanks Chad,” Mal said and took the offered bottle before taking Bianca back from Ben; smiling slightly as Ben faked a pout at no longer having his daughter in his arms. She leaned back in her seat and smiled as Bianca began to eat. 

-Choosing Life (chapter 59, currently 3353 words)

They could have left, especially after word had gotten out that Frollo had sired a daughter.  No, the Isle had not found out about Jessica Hook potentially being Frollo’s but rather Frollo had sired another daughter. Milah had immediately argued that they shouldn’t leave the poor girl in Frollo’s clutches but it was shot down by Hook and Hades. 

Hook’s argument, that they would only be inviting Frollo’s ire to be focused on them once more, had seemed to be the stronger of the two arguments however Hades was rather proud of his point that taking the child who was rightfully Frollo’s (no matter how much it disgusted them) would have made them no better than Maleficent stealing Malionë. 

-Small Twist of Fates (chapter 39, currently 1522 words)

“I understand you like swords, my good man?” Emir asked. 

Harry chuckled. “Like might not be the best word to use but yeah, I like ‘em.” 

“You wanna spar? My big brother’s been teaching me some moves from his junior league ROAR practices.” 

-Half and Half (chapter 40, currently 1260 words)

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 28

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You reached the roadhouse, slipped quietly in and packed your bag, and left no word to anyone. You thought that by moving here,  you would have a better life. But this was something you couldn't get your head around.  You uncovered your bike, jumped on it, and disappeared from everyone.

You sat on the chair screaming,  though your voice was not heard, your body sat silently, calmly, and sickeningly admiringly watching the man pacing in front of you.

“Let's be nice to our guest darling,” The man smiled at you,  caressing your cheek.

“Castiel, brother“ he welcomed the man,  who was standing in a circle of fire.

Castiel looked at you "Y/N,  I am here with the Winchesters” but no emotion came from you.

“You won't get much out of her” Lucifer smiled “I've had a few months to work my charm on her, ” he grinned at Castiel,  walking behind you and placing his chin on your head, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. Making you sneer in disgust inside your head.

“You can't have her or Sam Winchester” Casitel stated, “ I am not going to let you have any of them.”

Lucifer turned you to face him and held you in his arms,  as he leaned in to kiss you he heard a voice yell “Hey!”

You both turned and saw Sam “You wanted to see me?“ he commanded.

“He came,” you gleefully looked to Lucifer.

“Sam,  no need for weapons here,  we won't hurt you, we love you” Lucifer tried to diffuse him and pushed you towards him. As you stretched out your arms to embrace the man, a voice came from behind you.

“Yea, but maybe I kill her” Dean grabbed you pointing a gun to your head, then at Lucifer and pulled the trigger, causing Lucifer to drop to the ground.

"You won't kill me,  you love her too much “ you laughed turning to face Dean,  your eyes turning black. "And guess what,  you didn't kill him either,” You smiled wide.

Dean tried to comprehend your words for a second then he heard Lucifer cough “Okay owww, where did you get that?” he asked, rising to his feet.

“Don't feel too bad Sammy,  the colt can't kill me. I'm one of the only five things it can't kill” Lucifer said turning to face him “ But I knew you weren't going to make it easy for me and just say yes “ he stood looking at Sam “ I mean, even after I got you the perfect wife"  he looked over at you winking.

"You see I may need your permission to be my vessel,  but I certainly don’t need hers to sire my children, shame though the girl is spitfire really put up a hell of a fight that I had to call in reinforcements. Though when the time comes,  I would have loved to see what that was like in bed. Without the demon." Looking at Dean and grinning, taunting him.

“It's never gonna happen,  me or her” Sam shouted at him.

“Really Sam,  I think it's gonna happen and I think it’s going to happen soon,  you will say yes to me, but to show you I am a nice guy I'll give her back,  but make no mistake you are both mine and I will come for you, both of you.” you felt the sensation of your body falling to the floor and then darkness.

You awoke in Bobby's house “Thank fuck, I knew you would find me.“ you sighed in relief.

But as you looked around the room the mood was unsettling. No one would meet your eye.

“Dean,  I promise that wasn't me I didn't say yes” You got up and held his hands trying to convince him, pleading with him.

But what he did next surprised you “I know sweetheart I know, I'm so sorry” You felt his tears on your head and then his lips softly brushing your temple.

You looked between them, panic building up inside of you “ What's going on,  what happened?”

But no one answered.

“Someone to talk to me" your voice raised, breaking away from Dean "Please." you pleaded.

“Y/N,” Dean said lowly “It's Jo and Ellen,”

“No “ you pointed at him angrily “ Don't you dare say what I think you're going to say.”

“Y/N,” Bobby said softly.

You span round to face him, Shaking your head from side to side, tears streaming down your face.

“No Bobby, I don't believe you, It's not true” you cried. "it can't be true. They are the only family I have"

You looked frantically between the four men, hoping they would take it back, begging it was some kind of mistake.

But their heads were bowed not looking at you. Even the angel wouldn’t look at you.  You heard Sam sniff and saw tears fall from his face.

Then you felt Dean's arms grab you, "No" you slapped him away "your lying, I don't believe you."

He tried again to hold you but you pushed him back and ran out the front door, vomited, and screamed until your throat was sore.

You felt Dean wrap his arms around you “I'm so sorry baby girl,  I'm so sorry,”

But you had no words, just tears.

“I want to be alone Dean” you whispered.

Dean reluctantly walked away. When you were alone, you took the photo from your wallet and stared at it, the only family you had. You took your lighter and burned it. You stomped on it with your boot with anger and you left.

@deansgirl79 @suckitands33 @deans-baby-momma @dragony937 @linzerrr @deans-spinster-witch @foxyjwls007 @mikaylalala13 @jackles010378 @fraidoftedark 

[gayspock]

40 41 42 *aVINE BOOM*

hi sammy

40. did you have any snacks today? um yes siree i had REVELS. idk if theyre outside the uk, but theyre like a bag of assorted chocolates with different centres. i get why theyre sorta not everyones go-to cuz theyre a bit Mid (and fuckkk me theyre tiny nowadays). 41. how do you take your coffee? i actually dont have a consistent way. i like to change it up every time. at home i usually make it with my aeropress and i prefer a mid-strong roast (and anything that doesnt have fruity/floral/citrus notes cuz i dont like that in my coffee - i use a local blend thats rlly good actually). i take it black sometimes with no sugar sweetener. other times i have it iced (i usually freeze instant coffee for this) with oat milk. i got a milk frother recently too so thats big news for me. i can go completely nuts in my own home.

42. an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? booo probably discod looks at you sweetly.

thank you bye sammy

[kickingitwithkirk]

Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Word Count: 1032

Warnings: A/B/O, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, leering, mention of collaring/leashed, sexual/slavery, rut/heat, physical altercation, murder conviction, parental dominance,

*Additional warnings will be added

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter.

Square filled: @spnkinkbb -DeanJohnSam @anyfandomdarkbingo -Free Space

A/N: Each part follows in sequence

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

Part III

Sam found himself standing in a T junction.

The back of the building had been altered, now a mixture of original storage spaces on the left and prefabricated rooms to the right with the loading dock straight ahead. 

His wolf led him down one of the hallways towards the scent of home intermingling with blood, seeing light pooling out a doorway, hearing the sounds of cursing and bodies impacting each other.

A quick look-see around the door jam revealed harsh fluorescents bathing everything in stark, washed-out colors: a dying Beta lays in a pool of their blood not far from a very pretty, blonde Omega who’s weeping, kneeling next to a richly attired Alpha holding her leash. They’re passively watching two other Alphas engaged in a fight.

One Alpha abruptly spun, sending arterial spray across the back walls, dead before they hit the floor while the remaining Alpha redouble their efforts to restrain a naked, bloodied female who’s holy fuck..an Omega killing Alphas! 

Sam watches astonished that the O, while tiring, wasn't giving up when another Alpha barreling past roughly shoves him bludgeoning the O with a blackjack, knocking her over, and repeatedly strikes to make sure she stays down. 

The Alpha then drags her across the concrete floor stuffing her in a heavy-duty, wire dog crate picking up a hose cranked the faucet full blast rinsing the blood before turning it on the caged Omega.

“Sammy!”

The voice skids into the room.

“What the fuck is the matter with you..you can’t just disappear like that, you had us freaking out!”  

Dean flashed to when after he turned sixteen Sam disappeared on his watch, shuddered, remembering their sires' reaction when he got back. Two weeks later he found Sam unharmed in Flagstaff.

He exhaled like then in relief, adrenaline ebbing, the scent hitting his system, grabbing his brother and dragging them both down the hallway spots John standing at the junction relieved before reverting to norms.

“If you ever do that again,” John admonishes in a tight voice not expecting the, “but sir, I found the right one,” response.

“What are you talking about son?” Sam points towards the room, “I saw an Omega fighting three Alphas and offed two of them!” 

“Are you sure it was an Omega?” John sounded doubtful when the scent hits him, making his wolf jolt seconds before his hunter's instinct flipped. 

The palatable taste of the O was so thick, along with the fresh blood overloading his senses felt his canines begin to elongate, and quickly wrestles control back, hears his eldest growl, and his eyes flash red...

“Dammit Dean, get back here!” 

John found him arguing with an expensive suited Alpha and in his peripheral, a leashed Omega was reaching into a wire cage shaking another one’s arm.

“Winchester, you have no right to be back here!” Helms yells as he marched into the room and the suit stopped arguing with Dean and turned on the dealer.

 “You think you can try and sell me damaged goods Helms,” pointing to the cage, ”I have no use for that thing!!”

John looked back at the cage and saw Sam trying to communicate with the leashed Omega but she was too frantic and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

Shit!!

John rushed over to move him out of harm's way before the suit realized the young Alpha was touching their newly acquired property orders, “step away from them.” Reluctantly Sam shifted, angrily growling when the injured O moaned and the other started crying harder as his sire squats down to inspect the O’s.

The caged one appears larger than her blonder sibling, John’s unable to tell by how much since she’s curled in the fetal position but can see her full, pink lips, cinnamon-freckled skin, and smelled nothing like the other.

Helms thought he could pass off these O’s as twins? No wonder the suits pissed.

She turns her head towards them, partially opening one fox-tilted eye revealing the same mosaic as Sam’s, and said pups' scent deepened, smelling like rutting Alpha. 

“Dean, take your brother to t..” John didn’t finish as his eldest green eyes widened and doubled over wrapping his arms around his middle moaning in pain.

Fuck, she’s triggering them both!

“Dean! I gave you an order!” he commands in his Alpha voice. 

“Sonuvabitch..come on Sammy!” Dean groaned tugging his dazed brothers' jacket, each using the other as a counterbalance, and stagger for the door when John felt the blonde O touch his leg and heard her whisper, “please help, he’ll kill her!”

He eyed the suit still arguing with Helms, who was going on about some contractual blah blah blah when a painful noise made John look back at the injured O reach out, stroking the other’s arm in a comforting manner reminiscent of what Dean did when a young Sam had one of his nightmares. 

She’s got strong protective instincts, he thought, that’s why she took on Alphas manhandling her twin.

The suit loudly exploded, “I paid a lot for twins..you promised you could deliver!”  Helms continued babbling something about a deal being a deal and it was never stipulated the O’s had to be identical blah blah blah.

“Hey! What are you doing over there?” 

The suit marched over and John felt his hackles go up expecting an altercation instead tugged on the O’s leash leading her across the room, and tethers her by the door before addressing John.

 “I understand you need an O to keep your son out of jail so I’ll make you a deal. You can have that thing," he points to the cage, "for a dollar, save me the effort of getting rid of it.”

“You can’t go making side deals in my establishment!” Helms screeched. 

The suit uses his status dominance over the Beta, “you lied about the product, and since I’ve signed all the contracts, as you keep pointing out, I can do whatever I want with my property,” address John again, “are you interested or not?” 

John can see the beaten O heading into shock and her twin's eyes pleading for help.

“You have a deal,” John says solemnly.

Part IV

SPN TAGS: @donnaintx  @lyarr24  @flamencodiva  @b3autyfuldisast3r  @lassie-bird @nancymcl  @spnbaby-67  @leigh70

Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid

Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funnies @stoneyggirl2 @akshi8278 @beabutterfly987 @smoothdogsgirl @siospins2

[themarginalthinker]

help I cannot stop myself from thinking even more about the vtm idea I had so here is some disjointed, random Thoughts

-Sammy's nickname in their bloodfam tree/old warren is 'Stuttering Sam' because they ended up being used as an unliving hive RIGHT after their embrace for Reasons, and thus it warped their chest cavity into having lung capacity issues

-Sam is also an adopted sire for the few bloodsibs they keep in contact with, also for Reasons

-Frankie the Gangrel will swear six ways to sunday there's 'something going on with the water' and her contacts in other towns agree that it's...something alright, but no one can seem to agree on what exactly. Is it the frogs? It might be the frogs. Stop ghouling frogs.

-Martin doesn't have a sire. But he will assure you, he and his sire are Very Close. :) Why does he smile when he says that

-Sammy and Martin are close bc of ~*Sire Reasons*~

-Denise 'Has Contemplated How To Eat The CEO of John Deere Without Breaching The Masquerade' Robinson

[auspex]

list of things that make me go insane about mark and sampson presented with no context

they watched blade together the first night they met since mark's turning! insane because they saw it together in theatres first. insane because vmapires in it and samspon just found out abt the camarilla. insane because sampson invited mark to sit on the couch with him and flinched at his cold shoulder but accepted it. insane because sampson fell asleep and mark had to just. leave. insane becuause they both decided to just take a few hours to pretend things were normal

mark stopped calling sampson sammy like his friends do. insane because mark doesnt know how to define their relationship anymore. insane because sampson Has Not Commented on this. insane because CLEARLY mark still cares about him but is so scared about boundaries because of the stupid fucking blood bond

Sampson used to call Mark Bizzie when they were dating (dont feel like typing out story behind nickanme). One day, he could call him that again, and the very thought of it makes me insane.

sampson knows mark almost drank from him once BUT STILL SEEMS TO TRUST HIM ANYWAY

THAT MIGHT JUST BE BECAUSE OF THE BLOOD BOND

THE BLOOD BOND MAKES ME INSANE

THE BLOOD BOND HAS ALMOST FADED AND IM GOING CRAZY ABOUT IT

SAMPSON NAMED HIS BAR 'THE FORGETFUL' WHICH IS PERFECT BECAUSE OF HIS INSANE MEMORY ISSUES AND THE FACT THAT THE POWER HE GOT FROM MARK IS CLOUD MEMORY

ok ill calm down. buT I CANT BECAUSE SAMPSON MIGHT BE STUCK IN A CHANGLING CONTRACT THAT HE CANT TELL MARK ABOUT!!

Sampson has ghoul friends ! ! ! ! !

Sampson's best friend cant know anything about his life and she hates mark!

mark knows that caring about sampson puts him in Danger but HE CANT DO ANYTHING ABOUT THAT!!!

SAMPSON THREW MARK A BIRTHDAY PARTY

mark told sampson a little bit about his sire and sampson is helping him work through realizing its Bad for Him

HES DOING THIS FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH HIS LAST DOMINTOR WHO MARK THINKS HES OVER BUT I KNOW OOC HES NOT AUGHGHGHGHGH

MARK WOULD BASICALLY DO ANYTHING FOR SAMPSON AND IDK IF SAMPSON KNOWS THAT!

NEITHER OF THEM ARE SURE WHEN SAMPSON GOT GHOULED AND BECAME A SPY; THEY DONT KNOW HOW MUCH OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP WAS A LIE though have both said they think it was real at first BUT THEY CANT KNOW IF THAT WAS ORCHESTRATED

ok if you read this i literally love you thanks for reading out of context things

[newhavenrp]

Is that DJ COTRONA? No, that’s DANTE DI CESARE. The 38 year old BALANCE MOON - WERELION ALPHA MALE is a FORMER TRADESMAN TURNED MECHANIC. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be STRONG MINDED & FLIRTATIOUS, but beware, they’re also known to be IMMATURE & ARROGANT. Their friends also say that they’re into KNOTTING, DENIAL & FEMINISATION but don’t you dare trying SCAT & VORE with them.

Dante was never the easiest to deal with. His interests and dedication changed like the moon. His mother coddled him a little too much and he was more than happy to join the ones that were interested in overthrowing the royal family. But when he figured out that the spoils would probably not be worth his blood he decided for the second best option. Leaving the Royal City with the three packs.

Growing up without a father, with only the tales of his mother as a guarantee that he was his sire’s son but he never truly got over his absence. However, when he joined the Blazepelt pack in the building of Willowshire, he did whatever he could to join the ranks of the tradesmen. That way he would be able to travel past the borders and through several cities, in hopes that he could finally meet the man that had sired him.

His efforts were rewarded in both fronts because Dante could be quite charming and convincing when he wanted, helping him make some very good deals to bring goods back to the village of Willowshire and in all of his trips he ended up crossing paths with the very elusive tiger who sired him, Pierce Burke. Maybe the man did live up to his expectations… Or maybe the bar wasn’t set as high as it should have been. But they managed it and were, at least, cordial to each other the two times they met. And Dante seemed to be satisfied to hear from his mother how much he looked like his father.

The longer the travels the better, giving him the chance to learn more about the outside world and make him even more restless when he was forced to go back to the village. He didn’t care about the Unifying of the packs or keeping them separated. But he did believe his packmaster had the strength to rule over them all, should the other packmasters prove themselves not worthy of their task.

In New Haven

Things were looking good for the young lion. After a couple of incidents that kept him from being on the road for a time longer than he would have liked, he found himself solidifying his bond with another lion. One that he had started to look to as more than a distraction. More than entertainment. More than a favorite, even. Someone he wanted to make his. And mark as such. Someone to give his bite and sire a cub with.

Someone who already had their cubs and they were grown. But that didn’t keep him from bonding with his youngest. That was when it happened. He was walking down the main road, holding a young cub in his arms when suddenly he found himself surrounded by the council members of New Haven. With Silas’s young kitten, Sam.

They would spend the next weeks attached at the hip. Dante learning to adapt to the new world and to sooth the young cub, even though he was mostly terrible with kids, his own nephew had been training enough to know he could manage if he put his mind to it.

Every day he promised Sam that her daddy would be back soon. And he’d hate it if he couldn’t keep his word. So… He was really relieved when Silas was brought into New Haven so little Sammy could be reunited with her daddy and Dante could have his… His. Back again.

[star-going-supernova]

First, very nice yet sad fic.

Second, reading that reminded me of a head cannon that's been bouncing around my skull.

I imagine once Audrey helped out with everything there was a lot of paranoia about another human discovering their world. That some one else would come and try to control it. I don't doubt that the tape was destroyed and the box thing Wilson had was hidden away, but they'd still be scared.

Because of this I think Henry would have taken steps to make sure all of the toons had ways to protect themselves, even if they didn't have weapons. With the toons permission of course. Sure Ink is... Well, Ink, and Tom has his prosthetic, but every one else?

The butcher gang maybe capable of fighting in their current states but Henry wouldn't leave them like that. The angel's need to have weapons with them to fight reliably, same for Audrey, Sammy, and the Lost Ones. Bendy, Heidi, and Porter are all good at getting away, but that's not always an option.

Maybe he gave Bendy the ability to change his fingers into claws and vise versa. The angel's the ability to summon their preferred weapons or create them from nearby ink. Maybe Edgar can use his on model fangs. Charley kind of reminds me of wolverine (I don't know why?)

What do you think?

Thanks!

Henry just casually arming everyone is too good, I love that. He ain't taking any chances, no siree. I think Alice should get the Tommy gun back, hehe, and Allison could maybe get two machetes. I love her machete, yesss.

[ghanashowbizonline]

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