#seriously I mean come on it’s a vampire and a werewolf

[rocketboots564]

I hope with all the news about DJ and Ty getting around (speaking of which, good for them! 💖)

…we all collectively realize how good Garth x Benny is as a ship…

[ihaveareadingaddiction]

"I needed to lose you to find me."

Seth Clearwater x Swan!Fem! Reader

Summary: You and Seth always been childhood bestfriends, one sudden day in a romantic moment, Seth imprints on you and you try to hide your feelings and after a little while, you realize you need him.

Warnings: Angst. Poor sethy boy 😔

A/N: THERE WILL BE A PART TWO, JUSTICE FOR SETH. This is my first fic so I'm sorry if it's cheesy

Your life changed when your sister came back from Arizona. She met the infamous Edward Cullen, you never thought she would date him, yet here you were. These whole two years have been rough. Your sisters vampire boyfriend, your best friends dad dieing, turning out he's also a werewolf, the volturi, Victoria's newborn army, and now it's Bella's wedding day. You thought everything was going way to fast. And it was. She was getting married at the young age of only 18. Of course it was a month before her 19th birthday but you tried to get her to wait another few years, but then she brought up her 'Aging', which you thought was stupid since she was not even 20 yet.

Bella was getting ready and I went in to go see her. As I walked in the room that Rosalie and Alice was working on Bella's hair and makeup. "Aww Bells you look so beautiful!" I said to her. "Thanks,Y/N. You look quite beautiful yourself." She giggles. "You flatter me, sister." She laughs as My parents come in and it's now time for me and my mother to go out. I walk up to Seth and sit next to him. He looks at me with a smile and says, "Well don't you look just gorgeous?" " You don't look to bad yourself." I laugh at him. "Why thank you my dear, you have touched my heart!" He says sarcastically as he places his hand above his heart. "Bella's gonna walk out in a few minutes, she looks stunning." I tell Seth. "I bet she's not as stunning as you." Before I could say anything, it was time for Bella to walk down. I stood up and seen her with dad. She finally started walking and everyone was looking at her. She smiled at me and Seth and looked at Edward.

They said their vows and so on and now everyone was slow dancing and me and Seth went outside. I was laughing at a joke Seth had told me about Eleazar and how he look like actual Dracula. We were just walking and then another slow song came on. "Shall I have this dance?" He said holding his hand out to me. "We shall." I say while laughing and we start to dance.

We were dancing then Seth breaks the silence. "Remember how you said that Bella looked stunning?" He asked. "Yes?" I say. "Well, Y/N, she might have been beautiful along with all the other girls there, but you were the most drop dead gorgeous girl there, anywhere in fact." He said while looking at me intensely. "Umm, thank you-" "No Y/N, I mean it! Seriously." He paused for a second. "I really like you, I have liked you since, I don't know, Forever?" He said and I looked at the ground. Just then Edward and Bella came out, and Jacob revealed himself from the shadows,he unexpected to see me and Seth. Seth didn't care there was people there,he still went on. "Feel this?" He said holding my hand and bringing it to his chest, and feeling his racing heart beat. "That's because of you. You make me so nervous- and I can't stand being without you- hell, Y/N, I imprinted on you!" And just then my world stopped. Everything was going to fast and turns out my best friend was in love with me also. I liked him but I wasn't sure I was ready to do this yet. And the imprint, Seth had told you about imprints a long time ago. Never did he mention, "oh and you're my imprint!" No! He kept it from you! "Don't you feel any love for me?" He asked. "Seth I like you. But I'm not ready... not ready fir this everything is going way to fast- and this! Imprinting? Seth if you would have told me, maybe we could have been together by now!" I replied. "Y/N,we can take this slow-" I was walking away. Till Seth grabbed my wrist. "Seth I need time." Is all I say before I walked away. I had completely forgot that Jacob, Bella, and Edward were there.

I wasn't ready. And quite frankly, I wasn't prepared, nor informed. I like him. But I need to grow to love him.

I walked home and went to my bedroom. A sudden since of sadness hitting my body like I had lost a loved one. I thought he hated me. Little did I know he was waiting for me.

[calummss]

Infect Me With Your Lovin, Fill Me With Your Poison | Klaus Mikaelson

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summary: you have rejected klaus mikaelson a few more than once, even if he charmed you. when you find out that klaus slept with hayley, jealousy overcomes you and makes you snap at the hybrid who in return gets exactly what he wants

pairing: fem! reader x klaus mikaelson

words: 2.7k

a/n: please listen to this song whilst reading if you can!! life changing

tw: sexy vampire x hybrid smut (blood, kinky sexy) 18?+ smut BUT i can’t write smut well so i wrote some stuff and as everyone knows by now, self interpreted ending :)

‘Where have you been?’ Caroline asked as soon as you entered the back garden of the Mikaelson house, her eyes telling you that she was already fed up.

‘Dreading to come actually,’ you rolled your eyes, immediately snatching Caroline’s planner chart to see what had to be done by today.

Apparently Klaus and his siblings wanted to host some kind of ball and asked Caroline to help, and Caroline being Caroline couldn’t say no. Not only that but she also dragged you into today’s schedule because Klaus had a soft spot for you and thought you could protect her from him, and there was the other reason being that you also loved planning and organising.

‘Caroline, those blue flowers are so ugly…are you seriously going to use them?’ You judged her as she gave you the same look back.

‘Yes,’ she beamed sarcastically, ‘Morning glories are pretty.’

You cleared your throat.

‘Well maybe you should’ve been there when we discussed everything today.’

‘Caroline, please.’ You breathed, silently enjoying the banter. ‘I was not hating…just, you know, judging.’

‘Then stop.’ She snapped, taking back her chart and started to walk towards the terrace where Tyler and Matt tried to detangle pairs of fairy lights.

Chuckling at the two, you observed the scenery in front of you. Flowers in full bloom, greenery as wide as the eye could see as well as a pond that served as a home to multiple ducks. But at the bridge that led to a gazebo that stood on a small hill, you saw Hayley and Klaus talking. They were too far away to eavesdrop but you could tell that she kept smiling at him. You have rejected Klaus Mikaelson more than a few times, even if he charmed you. You just weren’t quite ready to date the most evil villain in supernatural history, but seeing Klaus with Hayley made you clench your teeth.

‘Oh my, I’m so sorry.’ A girl bumped into you with a box Caroline most likely sent her to another location of the house.

‘Watch where you’re going.’ You scoffed, defensively squaring up.

‘I apologise.’ She murmured, her eyes quickly glancing left to right.

‘And I said watch where you are going.’ You stepped closer, so close that you could lean forward to compel her. ‘I want you to go home and write down 100 reasons why you’ll never be worth anything.’

The girl left just as Caroline approached you with an angry look on her face.

‘What was that?’ She kept her eyes on her.

‘I compelled her to leave.’

‘We need help here. Hello? I mean we only have a few hours left!’

‘She was useless Caroline.’ You stated, letting your head fall back. ‘I’ll do whatever she has to do.’

‘You better,’ her white teeth smiled at you.

‘By the way,’ you straightened yourself, staring back into the distance where Hayley and Klaus were still talking about god knows what. ‘Why is that wolf girl smiling at Klaus like she owes him just that?’ You shot back one of the champagne glasses that stood on the table, quickly wiping a drop with your sleeve.

‘You haven’t heard,’ Caroline raised her eyebrows, she too now staring at the two of them. ‘Tyler’s bitchy werewolf friend Hayley slept with Klaus. Don’t ask why, I wouldn’t know how that happened.’

‘So why does she keep smiling at him?’

‘Maybe she fell for him.’

Somehow hearing that made you uneasy, like you wanted to rip her heart from her chest.

‘Why?’ Caroline smirked, turning to face you. ‘Jealous?’

‘What?’ You snapped back.

‘Oh come on, Klaus has been practically drooling over you and you kept pushing him away. I’d say you’re jealous because maybe he moved on.’

‘He didn’t move on,’ You grabbed another glass.

‘You say that so confidently.’

‘He sent me a dress to wear tonight,’ you took a sip, ‘a pink one. He knows my favourite colour is pink…he still likes me. Even asked me for a dance.’

‘So are you going to give him a chance?’

You kept your eyes on Hayley who had just put her hand on Klaus’ arm, throwing herself onto him hidden by a violent laugh.

Shooting back the second glass you walked past Caroline.

‘I’m going to get more decorations from inside the house.’

‘They’re in one of the backrooms!’ Caroline shouted from behind as you walked into the house to get away from anything Klaus and Hayley related. The thought of them having sex made your stomach churn. But it also sparked a flame from within; hatred; jealousy? You were pretty sure you were jealous you just didn’t want to admit it just yet.

Walking into a room you were greeted by many cardboard boxes that were filled to the brim with all sorts of decorations. Some where definitely for Christmas, others for Easter. Grabbing a garland you tried pulling it out but it didn’t budge. Repeatedly you tried to get it out, tons of ornaments refusing to move under the massive amounts of other stuff.

‘Why won’t this come out!’ You sneered, ripping part of it off and throwing it at the wall.

‘There there, love,’ Klaus’ voice caught you by surprise, turning around to see him leaning against the door frame. ‘I don’t know what that poor garland did to you but certainly it couldn’t have hurt you that much.’

‘What do you want?’, you scoffed, once again trying to get that bloody garland out but it would just not move.

‘Why do I have the feeling that you have been ignoring me, love?’

‘I don’t know, have I?’

‘Come on,’ Klaus stepped further into the room, arrogance dripping down his shoulders. ‘It’s rude not to let me know why…’

You turned around to face him, your body starting to feel warm. ‘Why don’t you go back to Hayley hm?’

‘So this is about Hayley? I suppose Caroline told you. You two seemed pretty close just moments ago.’

‘So it’s true then? You slept with her?’

‘Shouldn’t I have?’ He cocked his head, his devilish smirk adding to the rising warmth within.

You stayed quiet and instead turned around to face your luck once more.

‘Does it bother you?’

‘No it doesn’t bother me,’ you grabbed ahold of the decoration once more. ‘You can fuck whomever you want to, Klaus. Just leave me alone and go back to fucking her, why-the-fuck-won’t-this-stupid-decoration-come-out!’

‘You’re jealous.’ Klaus chuckled, you could hear it in his voice how amused he was.

‘I’m not. You go back to that little slut of yours and leave me alone.’ You stepped closer.

‘I have fancied you for months so now when I sleep with someone you suddenly seem to care…why?’

‘Okay fine, Klaus,’ your hand fell over your face, bile starting to rise in your throat. ‘I care. I am so angry at you for sleeping with Hayley when you should’ve fucked me!’

Klaus continued to smirk, his eyes glistening. Somewhat happy that you finally had exploded and accepted that you actually had like him for longer.

‘First of all, love,’ he came even closer, his chest so close you could almost feel his heartbeat through your chest. ‘I wouldn’t just fuck you, I would worship you.’

‘Is that what you told Hayley?’ You gazed into his eyes, his lips so close you could almost taste him.

‘Barely did any talking.’ Klaus’ nose brushed against your, ‘I thought of you whilst I was inside of her,’

‘That doesn’t exactly make a girl swoon,’ A suppressed laugh escaped your lips, breaking eye contact before Klaus’ finger pushed your head back up at him.

‘Let’s not pretend that you don’t love it, Y/n,’ he said sturn. ‘Why keep this wall up of yours.’

You raised your eyebrows.

‘Come on, darling. You love that the bad guy has a soft spot for you.’ He chuckled. ‘No one’s going to judge you for wanting to sleep with me…maybe even more.’

His lips came closer and closer, both hands already cupping your face. You really wanted to kiss him. You really did.

Heat arose from your stomach to your chest. His lips were getting closer and your heart skipped a beat. His dark blue eyes sparked with sin as his eyes didn’t leave your gaze. Your heart pounded in your chest as your knees got weaker. The empty void that filled the space between your bodies was filled with his presence as he stepped even closer. Your whole body tingled, the feeling of his frame leaning on yours, as his arms wrapped around you felt nearly forbidden. His lips brushed against yours, softly, delicately, like you were a porcelain figure, one crack away from falling to pieces and being broken forever. Seconds later the gap was closed. His hands cupped your face as his lips crashed into yours, lips plump and smooth against your own. His arms found themselves to your back, pulling you closer than was possible—you also wanted to be closer to him. You could only focus on how soft he felt against your lips, how addictively he invaded all your senses.

You pushed away from him before he could indulge once more as you hastily pulled back from the kiss.

‘We shouldn’t do this. This is a terrible idea.’ Your thoughts scattered across the floor, breathing heavily.

‘You’re right . . . Want to do it again?‘

‘Yes.’

Barely a sound escaped you before he cupped your face again, kissing you more forcefully than before; your arms finding their way to his neck, making sure you wouldn’t fall from the force he was impacting you with. His arms were around your lower back, pulling you towards his torso. Your hands had found his hair that you had secretly been dreaming of tugging since the moment you saw. Not breaking the kiss you went to one of the bedrooms just next door, closing it before resuming the kiss.

You parted your lips, urging him to open his, moaning into his mouth. Dragging his lips against your cheek up to your ear, his hand found your face again, his thumb pulling down your bottom lip, breaking the kiss again, your eyes meeting, now under different circumstances.

You tore off his shirt, gently stroking his chest as he pulled of your trousers and shirt as you kissed him again. His tongue pushing past yours, his hands at the back of your head pushing you further into his kiss.

You played with his belt, trying to unbuckle it as he clipped off your bra leaving you in only your panties. Your fingers continued to brush against the light stubble on his lower abdomen when he suddenly broke the kiss, his eyes darkening as his lip curled almost devilishly.

Klaus walked over to the door, ‘Do you get turned on listening to people have sex, Hayley?’, and swiftly opened the door to reveal Hayley whose eyes were wide with shock, taken aback by having been found.

Klaus pulled Hayley into the room by the collar of her jeans jacket, locking the door to ensure that no other person would interrupt again.

‘I didn’t mean to.’ She said, barely audible as the shame started to settle in, her fingers playing with the hair tie around her wrist. ‘I won’t tell anyone.’

‘We don’t care if anyone knows about us, love.’ Klaus drawled, rolling his eyes.

Hayley’s eyes met yours before they visibly travelled down to your naked chest that already bore red spots from Klaus’ foreplay.

‘You are interrupting.’ You said coldly, almost hissing as you felt the annoyance rise in you, your fingernails digging into your palms as you tried to control yourself.

Klaus gazed at you then back at Hayley.

‘Now what do we do with you,’

‘I want her dead, Klaus.’ Monotone. You could only stare at her, your mind filling with images of every way you could ensure to stop her beating heart.

He chuckled. ‘You hear that little wolf? My darling girl wants you dead…,’ his hands grabbed Hayley’s shoulders and squared them with his. ‘And everything my girl wants she gets.’ Klaus looked directly into her eyes. ‘Stand here and don’t move.’

He moved her hair from her neck, ‘Fancy a drink, love?’

You stepped towards Hayley, your eyes filling with lust as your teeth finally pierced through her delicate skin. The thick sweet taste of werewolf blood coating your tongue as you felt an euphoric rush travel through your veins. You could feel the life drain out of her body as shallow breaths of dying filled your ears. Glimpsing over at Klaus who also had his teeth buried into her neck, you noticed that he already had been staring at you.

Blood started to drip down the corners of your mouth, falling onto your chest, nipples hardening in arousal. The warm blood messily smearing over your naked body. Taking your index finger, you collected some of the blood and placed it on your tongue, closing your mouth around it as you sucked it off, your eyes never leaving his.

Klaus pushed Hayley’s dead body to the ground, clenching his jaw. You stood inches apart, your nose picking up the scent of blood mixed with his cologne.

Seconds later the gap was closed again. His hands cupped your face as his lips crashed into yours. His arms found themselves back at your back, pulling you closer.

‘If only I had known how twisted you really are,’

Your eyes found his; chest rising and falling heavily waiting for him to finish his sentence.

‘I would’ve fucked you sooner.’ Klaus smirked, pulling you in for one more heated kiss before he pulled away. His breath sent shivers down your spine, raising goosebumps on every available patch of skin that was naked to the open.

Your breath hitched when you suddenly felt his mouth on your tits. He started to trace long slow licks; licking of the blood. His right hand found its way to your other breast, massaging it thoroughly and pinching your hardened nipple. You bit your lower lip closing your eyes as you felt your heart beat outside of your chest, your cunt aching from between your thighs, soft moans escaping your blood stained lips.

‘God you are so beautiful.’

‘Fuck,’ you hissed, his tongue starting to flick your nipples as your fingers buried themselves his his hair. Gently tugging it.

Your hands fell to his face bringing him to your face, and forcefully kissed him again, the sight of him being covered in blood sending heat waves down to cunt, feeling that your panties were already soaked. Your arms found their way to his neck, to make sure you wouldn’t fall from the force he was impacting you with. His arms were around your lower back, pulling you towards his body.

‘She tastes good but you would taste better,’

He pushed your body onto the bed, ripping off your panties as a long lick from your hole to your clit made you arch your back. His finger parted your lips and started to explore your already wet cunt, his teeth biting the thin skin of your inner thighs.

‘We barely started and you're soaked? Just for me,’ he chuckled. ‘And here I thought you hated me. Turns out you’ve just been fighting me?’ You closed your eyes and turned your head to the side, difficulty concentrating as he started to push his tongue deeper into you. Slowly he began to pump his fingers out of you, too slow for your liking. Your hands grasped his wrist, nails digging into his skin, asking for more.

‘Not satisfied darling?’ He cocked at you.

You could only concentrate on the pleasure you were receiving, and whimpered out a no. You barely had time to take another breath before he reattached his mouth to your aching cunt.

‘Fuck!’ You yelled out, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair. A deep moan escaped his lips, sending vibrations through your body. He added another finger going even faster than his previous pace, curling his fingers, hitting your spot perfectly.

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, making you cry out in euphoria. With every forceful hit you felt your orgasm draw nearer and nearer. It felt like a knot inside of your stomach was going to explode any second which Klaus started to notice. Just before you could release your screams, he pulled out his digits and grinned.

‘Please make me cum,’ You whimpered out desperately.

Klaus’ lips hovered over yours, giving you a taste of yourself as you caught his lips. ‘With time, love.’

[neontokyoo]

I humbly request astarion x werewolf reader headcanons 👉👈

Tried to get this done fairly quickly but my sister had a baby this morning so I seriously got 4 hours of sleep because my husband and I were rushing to get the twins packed and in the car so we could see her at the hospital. Sorry for any mistakes because I didn’t proofread it due to the chaos <3

Pairing: Astarion x Werewolf!Tav

Genre: Headcanons

Warnings: none that I can think of, correct me if I’m wrong.

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With both of you being “creatures of the night”, it gives Astarion a little more confidence in himself and his condition. He finds it comforting to know that he’s not the only ‘Monster’ in the party since you seem to have a similar condition.

The only downside to this is, you truly only come out at night, and it’s only ever during a full moon. During the day you’re as normal as the rest of the group, with a few acceptions such as instinct, and a strong sense of smell and hearing. Astarion however, is a vampire who has very little control over his condition, and has a hunger 24/7.

So sometimes on really rough days he’ll forget he’s not alone and he’ll occasionally reflect on his past trauma. On these days he’ll feel more alone and self-conscious and insecure about his condition.

Sometimes you just have to remind him that he’s not alone and despite being different creatures, you have similar situations.

On the nights when the wolf does come out, you have a better understanding of your vampiric friend. A hunger that you can’t really control.

But unlike Astarion, it’s not just a hunger for blood, it’s a craving to kill. Being a wolf, one of your first instincts is to hunt for food. Which also means you need the meat, the fat, the flesh, and the bones. All of it.

It almost frightened Astarion at first, not knowing why there was a monstrous beast prowling around camp so late at night, looking like it wanted to rip someone apart.

But when he realized who it was, he almost felt… bad. Like he knew exactly what you were going through, being driven by the craving for bloodshed. Food that wouldn’t just be given up willingly.

The situations and causes of your conditions may be different, but he just can’t help but feel like he’s been in your shoes before. Because he has.

He waited for the two of you to get into a closer relationship before bringing it up, and it worked a little bit better than he thought it would. It felt like they talked forever about their experiences and similarities. And eventually it got to the point where Astarion (having to hunt for his own food for quite some time, feeding off of rats and other dead animals) agreed to help you find things to eat, in exchange for some of your blood on the nights you weren’t covered in hair and howling like a dog.

[wolfstarlibrarian]

Hello light of my life (seriously you improve it daily with recs)

Im after basically any fic with a vampire Sirius (I actually saw some vampire Sirius and cowboy Remus art so if that exists I’d like to know). I also have a vague memory of a fic with vamp Sirius as Remus’ roommate?

Oh you're making me blush! 😳 But thank you so much for the love. It really means a lot. ❤️ And yes! The Librarian has a older list of Vampire fics as well as a bunch of new ones (including the one you mentioned). Hope you have a bloody good time reading them.

Vampire Sirius 1

Vampire RS 2

My Roommate is a Vampire by @moonyverse “Remus! Why didn’t you tell me?” Lily asks. He continues wiping, focussing on a particularly stubborn stain. “Tell you what?” “About your secret boyfriend.” Remus spins around. “My what?” “Don’t act so surprised. Your neck is covered in hickeys and you thought I wouldn’t notice?” "Er, yeah… sorry." Remus wracks his brain to think of an excuse. Anything but the truth. He sputters out a lie, "It was a one-time thing, is all." It was better than telling her his roommate is a vampire whom he lets take his blood on a biweekly basis.

I Don't Bite by @mooncat457writing Halloween was Sirius Black’s favorite holiday. He loved every part, from planning the perfect costume to throwing the kick-ass party that everyone would talk about for weeks to come. Okay, and sure, maybe the irresistible curly-haired, green-eyed cutie dressed as a werewolf that just walked through his front door didn’t hurt either.

A Taste of Your Love by starsnsoul the one where Sirius is a vampire and Remus a cowboy and they fall in love: “It’s dangerous out here at night,” Remus wet his lips, suddenly aware of how dry they were, “and we’re quite far from the nearest town.” The man in front of him continued to gaze up at him, eyes twinkling with a dangerous look, seeming to dare him to ask risky questions, to probe and let curiosity kill the cat. “What’s your name?” he asked, feigning ignorance to Remus’ concern. “Remus.” He answered without a second thought to who he was telling this to, something about the other man made him want to lay himself out bare, secret’s spilling out into the night air, all the good and the ugly. Something about the other man was dangerous but Remus felt the blood in his veins ignite at the thought. “Remus,” the man with eyes like the moon whispered, “I’m Sirius.”

A House by the Sea by @lurikko The wizarding world is on the brink of a war, Sirius is the heir of the House Black, and Remus is a vampire.

I'm starving, darling. by @marigoldwrites-blog

Remus is accosted by a vampire on his way home. Strange in itself. But when the vampire realises he has anaemia, he starts bringing him food. And medication. And nice little treats to make him feel better. And - well. Remus never claimed to be a man of strong convictions.

all the hot singles in your area are dead by atropos_aeneas The first vampire who comes to campus is annoying. The second one is an unwelcome, if begrudgingly pleasant, surprise. The third, fourth, and fifth vampires, on the other hand…No matter. Remus has been alive far, far too long to have his resolve broken on behalf of someone like Sirius Black.

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 30

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Came back from death seemingly with no change to the naked eye all while standing at the edge of a firece sea strom and endless nothing. Allison confession and regret and bonnies heartache melting by your reassurance. Grams emphasizes that their trio—human, werewolf, and celestial witch—will make history .Fleeting happiness comes as night guest sharing soft tender kiss with Issac and unexpected grumpy wolf to share your thoughts.

You walk inside, closing the door behind you. Pausing at the window, you glance outside—and as you expected, Derek is there, watching. The moment he sees you, his stance relaxes. He lingers for a few moments before vanishing into the night

“Wow nephew must be so worried? And you got a new boy toy and you didn’t even tell me.” Peter says sitting on your bed with faux hurt look on his cocky face.

Closing the window you silently walking back to your bed intend to not give the attention to your new roommate.

“I thought we were closer than this?” peter turns towards you watching you as you get comfortable under your bedsheet.  “Are you on your nonverbal moods, well I have something you might wanna hear about.”

You pause, at that sitting up straight at slight seriousness in his voice “You know the vampires they killed a girl last night?”

“What?” your eye widens scotting closer to him “Who died?” you quickly take your phone beside you sending frantic texts to all your friends Haley, Lydia, Allison, even the girls you were once acquainted with.

“Someone named Viki? Yeah Viki” peter leans back against the wall, sighing

“Vicki Donovan?” you stop texting turning to peter confused and worried “How?”

Peter eyes glisten with mischievous “Oh the drama that vent down, she was turned by the damon, love that guy, but he is bit full of himself.” You raise your brow at that “So she tired to bite this melena.”

“Elena”

“Yeah, that one. So, she tried to bite her brother and then tried to kill the girl and the two vampires killed the girl, a stake through her heart really cliché. But whatever right.” he says so freely for a moment you feel like this is prank but you see no reason for him to do so.

“What?” peter frown at your question sitting dumbly at head of the bed. “I mean how did you know?”

“Because I’m dead, and dead people can see another dead especially supernatural beings.” He answers.

You look around you “is she here?”

He rolls his eyes “No.”

“How many people have died actually now?”

Peter shrugs “three or four, I didn’t count.” Peter doesn’t comment on your side eye. “Anyway, are you really going to be associated with the Argents.?”

“Peter-.”

“No, I wanna know are you stupid or acting like one. You know what the Argents did 11 of us died including humans because of them.” the edge in his voice starts to gets high his jaw clenching and unclenching.

“Because of kate Argent, not because Chris, not Allison. You heard him he didn’t know.”

Peter scoffs “Well apple doesn’t fall far from tree, is it?” you sigh before scotting closer to him sitting beside him you give him a moment to clam as clam he can be before speaking.

“I…me saying sorry doesn’t change anything or ease what you had gone through or bring back the years you lost, your family that you lost. How you spend all those days I can’t even imagine what I would do. You did what right in your eyes though killing your niece wasn’t a good idea but you did all for vengeance and you had your vengeance you killed those who was involved in that,

“I still have to kill your teacher Harris, ask derek to do that.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, telling yourself to calm down and not punch him in the face “and your resentment against the Argent is reasonable but you can’t expect me to do the same and Allison and Chris Argent are innocent.”

You turn to look at him seeing already looking at you search his eyes and face seeing that he still intends to listen you “And for the sake of scott and derek, a proper talk with them is long overdue. I am not asking you be all buddy buddy with them, just don’t tear their throat. A war only bleeds another war and frankly I’m really tired of all this, I don’t want any of my friends or family get hurt.”

You glance at him again “I’m not asking you to forgive and forget, just please try not kill each other, when I bring you back.” You channel your inner sam Winchester puppy eyes.

That if you can

Peter cold eyes doesn’t flinch at your earnest pleading look you’re giving him; he exhales before nodding silently you sigh in relief falling back on your bed “Now I need to figure out how the hell I would do that.” You whine into your pillow peter look amused at shift standing up letting you get comfortable on your bed he walks towards the head of the bed glancing down at you despite the grin on his face something akin to softens linger on his face.

“No need to worry, your pretty little head. I’ll guide you.” you look up at him in confusion “Go sleep. Be ready tomorrow morning.”

“Whatever.” You grumble closing your eyes before you knew it, you’re out like light Peter sigh taking the blanket he lay it over you tucking you in.

The next morning you get your wound redressed by melissa by yourself, stiles and scott wanted to stay home with you today but you didn’t want them to miss the  class. And it’s not like you’re alone Peter pops up every now and then he’s been pissed off since you said no to his plan that involved getting your friends hurt now you don’t know where he is.

That doesn’t mean you’re alone either because derek calls you from his new number saying he’s near, along with hundred questions of why you were at Mellissa and where is the two idiots in his words you switch put him on mute when started to get demanding who does he think he is before walking towards the Argents.

Derek almost wants bang his head against the tree as he watched you switch your phone to silent ignoring his call with side eye but he can’t risk anyone seeing him out in public. So, he settles into but the self-preservation gets thrown out the window when he realizes you’re walking towards the Argents house.

Before you can reach the house gate, derek pulls you back “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Good morning to you, and also why the hell are you so demanding?” you rip his hands of you smoothing down your dress and fixing your hair.  “I know I said we would be friends but be demanding like this I will shove mountain ash down your throat and your ass.” You check your wound dressing he pulled you a little to hard.

Derek sense the pure irritation sweeps through your natural scent he frowns at your words and guilt creeping inside as you fix your dressing. “I’m sorry.” He mutters “but can you tell why are you here?”

 You cross your arms, looking him up and down. His voice is calmer now—no longer demanding, but filled with worry “Allison’s dad said he wanted to talk to me.”

“Why?” he cast a suspicious look at the house before looking at you again “Why can’t they come to your house or at the grills or something?”

“I came on my own violation, she didn’t say I must come to her. they might be afraid of grams or something. chill for second.” You open the gate but derek close it.

“You can’t go alone.” You sigh in annoyance.

“Wait here, then.” You try to open again but he doesn’t budge “Now what?” he fixes you with hardened look.

Chris Argent was expecting to meet up with you and apologies on the behalf of his now dead sister whose funeral will be held tomorrow as they wait for the arrival of his father. But he wasn’t expecting you show up at his doorstep especially with derek Hale on your toe.

“I tried to lose him, but it didn’t work.” That’s the first thing you say before greeting him. he opens the door for the two of you. “I’m sorry for coming unannounced but I just wanna get this over with before I go back to school.”

Chris wave off “No need to apologies, I should have visited you sooner Allison said she talked with you.” he pulls a chair for you to sit before opening the fridge taking out cranberry juice bottle pouring you a glass Derek’s eyes follow him all his move making you sigh inside at least they aren’t threatening each other.

Before you can take the juice derek takes it sniffing it looking awfully suspicious at the drink and Chirs “He’s still learning basic manners…...” you glance at Chris embarrassed “he’s very slow learner.”  “But yeah, we talked, we are good.”

“I don’t blame him” Chris lean against the counter “I know sorry doesn’t cut it, but I’m terribly sorry for what my sister did. What my daughter did.”

“It wasn’t her fault, it happened. We are good now Mr. argent.” You offer him a smile “You don’t need to worry.”

He nods “still I wanted apologies on their behalf, how is the wound healing?”

You look at your wound area “It healing well actually. Scott’s mom basically appointed herself as my personal nurse.”

“Good.”

“Mr. Argent”

“You can call me Chris.” He cut you off

“Yeah…you’re not going to hurt Scott or derek right?” you slowly voiced your concern making derek and Chris look at you and each other.

He stands straight “We…we go by code” he says you name with sincerity “We don’t hunt innocent creatures, and I didn’t realize that someone in this family would go behind my back and break the code.” Derek scoff at that making you slightly kick him in the shin.

Chris looks at derek “and it cost you all your family. I’m sorry it happened to your family. I didn’t know my sister would do that.”

Derek’s jaw clenches he feels tug on his shirt looking down he sees your pleading eyes, he exhales “I’ll be outside.” With that he leaves.

“I understand” Chris says to you, nodding you stands up “I would offer ride to home, but I don’t think he will like that.”

“Yeah.”

“it’s good to see you up and awake.” Chris says walking you out.

You pause by the door “I’m sorry for your loss, Chirs. I really wish yesterday didn’t went down like way it did.”

Though he did a pretty good job at keeping his emotions at bay his eyes held trace of grieving in them, you were sure even though the truth of his sister’s betrayal and cruelty made him change in few on his sister, it was still his sister at the end of the day and he is grieving his sister in his own way.

“Yeah, me too.”

You linger around “What is it?” Chris questions

“I know you have way of covering up everything, but the sheriff knows who’s behind the fire.” You answer “You can’t cover up this, it won’t be fair to those who were murdered in the fire.” The words didn’t come out biting but rather clam and pleading, Chris nods.

"I won’t let my family repeat the same mistakes," Chris said, jaw tight. "No more senseless bloodshed."

The leaves crunch under your boot, the weather pleasant with cool breeze and its not too hot right now, you and derek have been walking around the wood for few minutes until the two of you reach his home.

“So, being an alpha how is it?”

Derek shrugs “empowering.”

“Right.” you nod looking around derek turns to you, you been awfully silent throughout the walk and you accompanied for what reason he doesn’t know it not like you’re keeping eye on him it was his do list.

“What’s going on?” he finally asks sensing something there is you want to say but you’re hesitating.

You gaze up to confused “What?” “nothing” you walk pass him inside the house looking around the destroyed house.

“You been quiet, which is very unlike you.” he prods following you.

“For your information, I’m a quite person in reality. you just make me bring out my crazy side.” You shrug, behind you a grin tugs on his lips his eyes following your figure until he picks up your distress in your scent.

“I find it hard to believe.”  He gently pulls you before you walk inside the house “Tell me what’s going on.”  You hesitate for moment his eyes trace the exhaustion on your face now being visible.

You sit on stair “I’m seeing peter.”

“What?” he frowns walking closer his arms crossed.

You nod playing with your fingers “He was in my head when I was in hospital, still he is.  I see him, he talks to him.”

“What do you mean he’s in your head.?” confusion evident in his voice.

You heave a sigh “He’s somehow latched on to me. I’m his backup plan to come back to life, he even has plan in which I knock you out during one full moon perform a ritual using your blood bring peter back.”

Derek doesn’t know what to say but he knows his uncle would go in to such length keep his neck unscratched. But you somehow getting caught in that web.

“Is that why you came now?” he looks at you warily his stance rigid.

You look at him offended “No, I wanted to tell you all this. that’s why I came, trust me if I wanted beat your ass, I would’ve done it a lot sooner.”

He nods he goes sit down next you making you scoot away rolling his eyes at your pettiness he doesn’t say anything about it “What makes him so sure about that you can do it?” derek feel like today’s not his best says as you throw him another deeply offended glance and side eye. “I mean you’re still learning, right?”

You scoff “right.” you wrap your hands around your knees “but he seems so sure I can do it. say stuff like he knows that I can, and that he knows about my power more than me and he’s right about that.”

He glances at your face more perplexed “What do you mean?”

“Well, you can say he pulled me out my own personal hell.” You let a laugh that lacked any humor making. Derek waits patiently beside you.

“I been having these dreams or vison sort of thing about a woman, her life, her pain and suffering every time.” derek eyes catches how your hands tremble, you move your hands around to hide it. 

There are tears on your water line “and it’s not just I’m seeing these things, but I was living it night and night again. I felt her happiness, her joy but I also felt the anguish, her grief. Her parents, her brother, lover, kids, her friends, everyone she lost i feel it all.” 

Your voice starts to get broken “I felt it all and it was awful.” Your chest starts to heave “I couldn’t figure out what is wrong with me. And so much going on I didn’t know what to do. And I started to stay up and it helped. But when I was at hospital it all came rushing ten folded.”

You inhale running your hands through your hair “But peter saved me somehow, he said I have to bring him back from death.”

Derek sits silent for a moment he isn’t familiar with consoling people, is that what he should he do or should he ask questions? He’s brightest when it comes to dealing with others in distress.

“How long has been going on? Do you still see her? did you sleep last night? Who was she?” derek asks maybe he should’ve kept his mouth shut he thinks to himself.

 though he fired multiple questions all at once his voice was low almost like a whisper, he fears if he asks any louder you wouldn’t tell what you been experiencing, he’s trying so hard not shake you and get answers of what’s causing you this much distress.

“Shouldn’t we focus on where I said we bring back peter to life.”

Derek shakes his head “No, tell what happened to you.” you chuckle at his honest quick answer.

“If you don’t think I’m crazy this might certainly change your perspective.” Derek eyes bore into yours for answers. “Her name is Wanda, Wanda Maximoff. She is me, a version of me that exist in another universe."   

Derek, as part of supernatural being knew that the world and life that he is living goes beyond him to few months ago, he thought vampires were wiped out but there are vampires left and right and new ones popping day by day, so it not really a farfetched idea that there are other worlds universes like his exists.

His face remains unchanged as he only asks another question “Do you still hear her screams?”

You shake your head “No, its all silent now but I do see her sometimes here and there but she helps me.”

“She does? How?” you’re quick to stand up patting off the dust in your dress “What are you up to?”

“Just you wait.” You flex your hands the red mist foaming a large orb soon you throw a blast at the side making derek jump on his feet soon the area you hit starts become new you conjure up more and more you let the glow branch out reach around nook and crane of the house and soon the charted house starts to reshape, remold and rebuild itself into unscratched and unscraped brand new house.

You pants hunched down catching your breath as rest of the mist sweep back inside you “How do you like the new look?” you ask the start struck derek who taken his home, now its truly his home.  “Its not entirely fixed” you wheeze out seeing the celling taking longer to change but it’s a progress. “Didn’t knew I could pull it off actually.” You confess feeling contented.

“She taught you this?” he gulps touch walls fearing it will fade but it doesn’t he press him palm firmly on it.

You nod happily “Among other things yes.”  “So, what’s your thought on bringing him back.” You ask nervously.

"We’ll find another way," Derek said firmly. "You’re not his puppet, and I won’t let him use you."

You frown at that letting your hands fall limply on your side “if it’s not me it will be someone else. Peter chose me instead of Lydia because he knew I could do it faster. He said I have abilities I haven't even begun to understand. And he's right."

“Why would you do that? After everything he had done, to you, your friends.” He scowls at you with his squinted eyes.

You look at annoyed “He knows more about my power, I don’t know what he saw but whatever it is he’s been helping, teaching me and…...I need to learn, everyone will around me will soon die.” You said so simply and defeatedly as if you already know it’s the truth. “And I have to stop it, I have to learn or…or I’ll become.” Derek takes hold of your shoulders halting your ranting whispering your name with softness you didn’t know he had neither he.

“Whatever you saw it’s not the real, it was just a dream, no one’s going to die.” He locks his eyes with yours. You shake your head at him.

“No, you don’t understand, only he can help me. I already lost so much in another life time and it came back haunting me. if I let it repeat, I would lose everything all over again. I can’t do that…. it’s not a dream. I saw what happened to her. I saw grams…. i saw grams dying and I couldn’t do anything…grams.” derek wipe your tears that’s falling he thinks you don’t even realize that you had started to sniffle and then full-on sobbing in his arms right now, and it scares him that you saw something that made you shake this much in his hold that you don’t have sense of yourself.

Cradling your head he brings you closer to him, wrapping his one hands around your back while other cradle your head shushing you as you sob into his chest, pushing your face on his chest to hide your tears your hands wrap around his back holding on to dear life.

Just then his vision gets blurred he sees visions, images of Grams death, bonnie waling pierce his ears, he sees her shaking screaming at her grams to open her eyes. He can feel waves of grief pulling him down his hands shaking, bonnie turns to him yelling your name. he turns to mirror on the wall only to see a scared tear stained you looking back.

Derek stumble back his hands tighten around you, his breathes are rapid, heart beating out his chest. He stands straight propping you up as well. He gets more anxious when your head fall back you falling limp in his arms that bring back an ill feeling.

He becomes even more disturbed when he catches the glimpse of peter standing few feet away his eyes fixed on your slumped figure in his hands ,they lock eyes for a second but he fades away just as quickly.

He sighs and takes you in his arms, careful not to let your head hung back he adjust that your head is laying on his chest, walking to his room for a moment he forgot that you just magically rebuild his house he was worried he might have to set you down on the dirty floor to making something comfortable lay you down, but now walking into his new room with perfect painted and painted and decorated room give him whiplash.

He set you down on his bed gently and making sure your hands aren’t in odd angle take off your boot he pulls the blanket over you. His eyes catch stray tear on your cheeks, gently as he could he wipe it away, in fear of waking you up he tucks your fallen hair away from your face.

He cast you one last glance before closing the door behind him first things first there is something really troubling you and cunning as ever Peter seems to know more about what you going through. The first solution he though would be calling any hunter or priest to condemn peter eternity in hell but knowing, he might just crawl out.

Walking downstairs, he finds your phone laying on last step he takes it and there are couple of texts from your friends most of them being from stiles and one name that he’s now all too familiar for him.

A question lingers in his mind what did he saw? Was it a vision of future or something that peter made up to manipulate you?

But the pain felt too real to brush it off.

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Gonna Give All My Secrets Aw-a-ay

Warnings: 18+readersonly, smut, fingering, breast worship, pet names

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

Birds are annoying. I mean, seriously. When you're trying to sleep and they're just going "Cheerp cheerp! CHEERP CHEERP!" Honestly, it sounds like they're screaming.

The pain had been immense, the way I imagined being a vampire and being set on fire must feel. You know, if you're set on fire alive. They weren't kidding when they said becoming a vampire was painful.

I much preferred the vampire diary way. Drink some vampire blood. Snap your neck. Ba bam- you're a vampire.

I wondered how long it was exactly that I was out. I knew it ranged anywhere between two to five days, depending on where the venom was injected and lots of other lovely factors. The stronger the heart, the shorter the time. And if the venom was injected into the heart or near it, then it was more on the two to three day side.

Of course, the ending brought tears that couldn't spill to my eyes. Watching memories. I could see everything that had ever happened in my life play backwards. From the pain, to the wedding, the Marcel's changing, to the newborn fight, to spying on Seattle, to being in Kentucky with some of my family, finding out I was a werewolf, Sam's sister, and then there was Laurent trying to kill me, Edward telling me about them leaving, being in the hospital because of James, coming to Forks, the last few years of working to get a plane ticket, the bombs going off, Azim and I kissing, Azim and I laughing, meeting Azim's parents, going to gymnastics meets and Tae Kwon Do competitions, learning military strategy, moving to the base, being back in Forks, running around with Paul and Sam, swimming in the ocean, Kol's birth, Josh arguing with Sam's mother, a four year old playdate with Tyler Crawley, and then being born in a hospital.

My eyes snapped open. The pain was gone. Good. It felt like I had been burning for years.

The first thing I heard were birds and I almost groaned in annoyance. But I could also hear squirrels crunching on nuts, rabbits sprinting through the forest, a mountain lion- or maybe a bear but it definitely had hunting feet- walking over stone and rock, the violent flapping of hummingbird wings.

Feeling wise, I could feel the soft fabric of the sheets beneath me. Soft, fluffy, and warm. I could also feel that I was wearing something made of silk, but I didn't move my head to look down quite yet.

As for the smells. . . I could smell so many different smells. There was cinnamon, hyacinth, pear, sourdough bread, pine, vanilla, leather, apple, moss, lavender, chocolate, lemon and lime, tomato sauce, almonds-ew-, roses, jasmine, lilies, plastic, and so many other different smells. The strongest smell was seawater.

I took in a shuddering breath, feeling the air move through my lungs, but not really. I looked around the room. The ceiling was white, dust motes flying in the air. I could read the titles of all the books on the shelf across the room.

I sat up slowly, moving my legs over to the side of the bed, getting to my feet. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and stared in horror at the red eyes. My dark hair and pale complexion gave me a Snow White complexion. I was just missing the blue eyes.

I had been lucky with my complexion though. I had been captured in a mid-tan state, my dark skin coming out only after being in the sun for long periods of hours. I now looked Half-Cullen like, Half- Quileute like and I loved it.

I pursed my lips at the choice of dress Alice had clearly dressed me in. It was a green colour that balanced out the skin and eyes nicely. Except for the fact that I was not wanting to be in it. I much rather wanted to wake up in jeans and a T-shirt.

I could hear voice downstairs and I could distinguish Emmett, Jasper, Carlisle, Alice, and Bree's voices.

I darted down the stairs, stopping in front of Alice, my arms crossed angrily.

"Davina!" Carlisle said in surprise, "You're up early."

"Early?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"It's only been two days." Emmett said, looking me over, "Looking good Mama bear."

"Really Alice?" I questioned, gesturing to the dress. "Really?"

"What? It's a wonderful dress to go on your first hunting trip in." Alice said, putting an elbow on Jasper's arm.

I looked at her incredulously, "You want me to go hunting in. . . this?"

Jasper shifted uncomfortably, "That's what you care about?"

I looked up at my favorite son, "What do you mean?"

Jasper looked confused, "I don't understand this."

I stared at him blankly and then looked around for an explanation. Bree was the one who answered, "He means. . . you care more about the idea of your hunting attire than thirst."

"Oh." I said, thinking. I concentrated on my throat but I didn't feel anything. "Where should I feel. . . hungry?"

They all stared at me in surprise, "In your throat." Emmett explained.

I concentrated and then shook my head, "Maybe I'm just not thirsty yet."

"Maybe we should go hunting anyways." Carlisle suggested, reaching out to take my hand. I slid my hand into his, feeling the smoothness of his palm, the creases where the lines were, and finding that he was no longer cold nor hot, but that we were the same temperature now.

I looked up at him, staring into his honey coloured eyes and then reached up to kiss him on his lips. He tased wonderful, like things I couldn't even put into words. His lips were hesitant against mine and full. I pulled away, smiling, "Let me go change."

"No." Alice pretty much growled at me.

I sighed, "Yes, let me try tackling a grizzly bear in this dress. It'll get ripped and I actually kind've like it."

"You could go nude." Emmett said, grinning and winking at Carlisle who rolled his eyes.

I actually kind've liked the idea.

Jasper shook his head, drifting away from the room. I looked after him, my smile fading, "What's wrong?"

"He has never seen a newborn with this kind of self control." Alice said and then drifted after him.

"Oh. Great. I'm still weird even after my death." I muttered.

"I don't know." Emmett said in a serious voice, smirking. "You haven't quoted Harry Potter once since you've awoken. You might be going sane."

I stuck my tongue out at him and then tugged on Carlisle's hands. "Come on then."

Carlisle and I exited the house. It was a sunny day and I stared, my hand outstretched as the sun bounced off my skin, sending sparkles out, glittering across the pavement. I stared at Carlisle whose face was glittering.

"You look so handsome." I murmured, wanting to take him to bed at that moment.

Carlisle smiled and I felt my heart do flips. Well. . . not my heart, but ya know.

"And you look absolutely breathtaking." He breathed.

"Except the eyes." I said with a sigh, preening as he swept a strand of my long black hair back from my face.

He gazed at me, sliding his thumb across my cheek and I relished the feeling of his hand. "Even with the eyes you are stunning."

"Well," I said, taking his hand, squeezing it lightly. "Let's go hunt some animals and make them gold."

Carlisle nodded, "Ready?"

I nodded, preparing myself, and then started to run.

It was amazing. It was better than my motorcycle. I flew across the forest, laughing a little, and when we reached the creek, I leaped without thinking, feeling myself almost fly as I crossed the water.

I landed lightly on the balls of my feet, continuing to run, thinking of nothing but the wind caressing my skin and then- Carlisle stopped me.

"We don't want to go to far." He purred. His eyes were raging between black and yellow and I smirked.

"Well hello, Lord. I see you're trying to make an appearance."

"Well," the eyes became completely black, "You look completely ravishing like this."

"You've completely taken over Carlisle." I complained lightly, walking my finger sup his tight sweater.

"He's trying to figure out your self control so he's to distracted to try and take over." Lord smirked before smashing his lips to mine.

Oh yes. I liked where this was going.

My back hit a tree, making the plant shake underneath my body. I barely felt the bark scraping against my impenetrable skin, pushing back fiercely against Lord's lips. So rough and smooth and delicious.

His hands ripped the dress from behind and I tore his sweater off of him. I growled, seeing the light blue buttoned up shirt underneath. "You wear to many clothes Lord."

"Blame Carlisle." Lord growled, biting at the skin on my neck. He pulled back and murmured, "I can leave a bruise. Good."

I chuckled before using strength and speed, sending the both of us crashing into an opposite tree as I pressed against him tightly.

And then I paused, lips hovering above his, "The kids?"

Lord's black eyes melted, becoming tawny again and Carlisle actually shook his head like he was trying to clear his mind. HIs eyes lingered over where he'd ripped part of my dress, revealing the top of my cleavage. He cleared his throat and said, "I do apologize for that. And they're at our house. We can go see them after we hunt."

I nodded, my mind focused solely on the hunt. "Let's find a few rabbits then."

He raised an eyebrow, "Rabbits?"

"Or squirrels." I muttered, thinking back to Vampire Diaries. "That's what they eat in Vampire Diaries."

Carlisle chuckled, reaching out his hand. I took it without hesitation. "Let's find you a mountain lion, shall we?"

I laughed lightly, running again. This time, I led, following my heightened senses to a cave.

"Can I just walk in there and eat it?" I questioned.

Carlisle seemed a little anxious and muttered, "Maybe we should find deer instead."

I raised an eyebrow. "It's not like the mountain lion is going to hurt me."

The mountain lion suddenly paced out of the cave, growling at me.

I could smell it, and while it was appealing, it didn't send me wild like I thought it might've. I stalked forward, avoiding its claws, and bit down into the neck.

I tasted the blood, gushing into my mouth. It was. . . sweet? I don't know how else to describe it. It was satisfying, but it tasted different and I realized that was because I was dissecting the different tastes of the blood. I could taste the water, the salt, and even the plasma. I wrinkled my nose a little bit, trying to ignore the taste that way.

I pulled back once I was done. I had done pretty well, I thought. I'd barely spilled any blood on my dress. I turned to look at Carlisle who had a strange expression on his face.

"What?" I asked, racking my brain. "Did you want some?"

"It's not that." He said softly, coming over and pulling me into his arms. "It's just. . . well first it's very hard watching you drain something that would normally kill you. And for another, you're thirst didn't take you over. You were very calm in your feeding. And. . . you also didn't seem to enjoy it."

"Well." I said, frowning slightly. "I've always liked big cats. Maybe I should go after a bear instead. Those scare me. I might not feel as bad about killing a bear than a cat. And well, for another, it was the taste."

"What do you mean?"

"I could taste the individual components of the blood." I explained, wiping my bottom lip. "The water, the salt, the plasma, it wasn't the best taste in the world."

"Oh." Carlisle whispered, frowning deeper.

"Now can we go see our kids?" I asked.

Carlisle was still staring at me and I recognized this face from my months of interning under him. He was analyzing me like a data project. "Carlisle?"

He snapped out of it. "Our kids? Yes, we can go see them now."

"It's only been two days. . ." I murmured, "What are they like?"

"They're wonderful." Carlisle said with a small smile, "Come on, I want you to meet them."

"Are they. . . have you noticed any signs of danger from them at all?" I asked in worry as we ran back, not to the main Cullen house, but our small cottage.

"Nothing." Carlisle said and then frowned slightly. "They bite a lot. Esme- she's the one whose been helping me take care of them but she hasn't told anyone else about them- she said that when our little girl bites, she doesn't feel anything. But the boys are venomous."

"Two boys and a girl?" I breathed out.

Carlisle nodded, "The boys are identical. The girl looks more like me."

I smiled. "What did you name them?"

We stopped running once were in front of the front door to the house. Carlisle stopped me, picking me up into his arms, carrying me across the threshold before kissing me on the lips.

I giggled as he set me back down on my feet.

"I'm letting you name them." Carlisle murmured.

I shivered, nervous. I already had boy names in my head, but nothing for the little girl.

"Carlisle?" Esme's voice floated out the door. She appeared, holding a very small baby with long golden locks in her arms. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of my daughter.

"Oh." I gasped.

Esme's hold tightened around the baby. "They're still part human Davina."

Carlisle wrapped his arms around me tightly. "Breathe deeply."

I was nervous, not wanting the scent of my daughter to attract me. I let out a stuttering breath and then breathed in.

I could smell honey, cinnamon, and parchment, like the way Carlisle smelled. And I could smell her blood which smelled sweeter than the mountain lion, but it was nothing. I felt nothing. I was still relaxed in Carlisle's arms and then asked, "Can I hold her now?"

Esme was shocked, looking from me to Carlisle.

"Maybe you have a self control gift." Carlisle said, but he didn't relax his arms. I sighed, staring a the blond girl.

"She doesn't look like she's two days old. . ." I whispered.

"She's around three and a half months." Carlisle whispered behind me.

Fear spiked through me, "So. . . she's aging much faster than normal?"

"Yes." Esme said. "All three of them are."

"But- but then- then they might not live very long." I panicked. Venom stung at my eyes and I quickly blinked.

"No, they might not." Carlisle said, kissing my cheek.

"Oh." I whimpered.

"Esme, I think she's alright." Carlisle said, letting go of me.

I stepped forward cautiously, extending my arms for the little girl. Esme handed her over and I shivered. Her skin was warm, her heartbeat faster than I thought it should be. Her eyes were ice blue and I looked at Carlisle, trying to imagine him with blue eyes.

He smiled a little, "I could put contacts in if that helps your imagination."

I giggled a little, the sound lighter and less horse-goat-sheep sounding than it used to be. More like an angel now I guess. "Sorry. Personally, I was thinking your eyes might've been green."

"Sorry to disappoint."

I was suddenly by his side, pressing my lips to his, our daughter between us, "You don't disappoint me. Ever."

Then I pulled away and was in the babies room in a heartbeat. The two boys truly were identical, around the same size as their sister.

"Do you have names?" Esme asked me quietly.

I nodded, "For the boys anyways."

The only difference between the boys was that one of them had short black hair while the other one had curls and they were a tad degree lighter.

I handed the baby girl back to Esme with reluctance, picking up the one with straight black hair. I held him out to Carlisle and said, "This is Samuel Carlisle Cullen."

Carlisle smiled, kissing the top of my head, before taking his son into his arms. I turned back, picking up the last baby, looking into his eyes and said softly. "This is Niklaus Kol Cullen."

Niklaus after the hybrid. Kol was after my brother.

I turned to the girl, having no idea what to name her. Nothing seemed to fit her right. Kijana? Jasiri? Temperance? Kisa? Naomi? Camille? Luna? Kiara?

"Caroline. . . Elizabeth Cullen." I finally decided.

"Those are all wonderful names." Esme decided.

I hesitated and then asked, "I feel so normal. Why?"

Carlisle shook his head, "This could be your gift. Self-control."

"Do the children show any signs of gifts?" I asked.

"Not yet." Esme said. "But of course, they might not be able to have gifts. Or maybe they'll develop later."

I nodded and then looked at Carlisle, "I need to make a call."

------------------------

I paced by the treaty line. I was terrified, unsure. Carlisle stood nearby. He had promised to be there so that I wouldn't hurt them.

"They're coming." Carlisle said and then laughed quietly. "I didn't have to tell you that."

I smiled a little. "It'll take some getting used to, I'm sure."

Sam appeared first and I was surprised he wasn't in wolf form.

I felt a smile break out over my face at the sight of him. "Hey Sammy."

"Hey shorty." He said, grinning. "You look. . . yourself. 'Cept the eyes."

I shuddered, "I hate the eyes. But. . . Carlisle thinks I have the gift of self-control. Yay I guess. I was kind've hoping to be able to shoot lightning from the sky but I'll take what I can get."

Sam raised an eyebrow, looking between Carlisle and I. "She really hasn't changed at all."

Carlisle chuckled, "No. No she hasn't."

"How is everyone?" I asked. "Have you heard from Jacob at all?"

Sam paused and then said, "How about you come down on the Rez."

I blinked. "What?"

Sam sighed, "Billy, Sue, Old Quil, and I. . . well we might've come up with a late wedding gift for you. We decided, as you're basically the wolves mother, you could come down on the Rez. You're the only one, mind you, although Carlisle, you're not that bad."

"Thanks." Carlisle muttered, but he looked worried, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

I paused, glancing over at Sam and then sniffed tentatively. I cocked my head to the side, "You don't smell."

Sam looked surprised and then said, "You don't smell either. Well, not bad anyways."

Carlisle looked stunned. "I don't understand this at all."

I tilted my head, "Could it be because I'm- or was- half werewolf? So maybe I don't have an aversion to them?"

Carlisle hesitated, "I need to research this."

He was in front of me in a flash, taking my face in his hands, kissing me hard. I kissed back fiercely, wrapping my fingers into his hair. We kissed until Sam cleared his throat. "I'm as romantic as either of you, but I don't like watching my little sister kiss anyone."

I giggled, pulling back from Carlisle. "I'll see you back at our house, okay?"

Carlisle kissed the side of my head, pulling away slowly, and then he was gone.

I hesitated on the brink of the treaty line before carefully stepping over it. I looked around nervously and then said, "No booby traps?"

He chuckled. "None."

I reached my arms out hesitantly and then he pulled me into a hug. I inhaled his warm, comforting smell. Like jasmine and spices, sweat and leather rolled into one. I sighed. "I'm glad you smell the same."

"What do I smell like?" Sam questioned.

"Jasmine, spices, sweat, and leather." I mumbled, feeling embarrassed. "It's a good combination."

"Hmm." Sam said, pulling away, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, pulling me through the forest. "And you smell like honey, almonds, peaches, and lime."

I growled. "I know I smell like fruit. I've been told several times."

Sam chuckled.

Very soon, we were at Emily's house.

"Umm, Sam." I said in a small voice as Emily came out to greet us. I grabbed his shirt, hiding halfway behind him.

"Davina!" Emily cried happily, stopping short of me. I hesitated, almost trembling behind Sam. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Emily. I noticed Jared and Paul emerge, looks of excitement on their faces too.

"Hey Vampire mom!" Jared called, jogging over.

I shivered.

"It's alright Davina." Sam said. "You're not going to hurt them."

I inhaled deeply, smelling for Emily's scent directly. And though I smelled her, though her blood smelled divine, there was no unnecessary craving for it.

I let go of Sam's shirt a little, taking a few steps till I was closer to Emily, but still hesitating. "Hi." I said softly.

Emily threw her arms around me, taking me by shock, making me freeze. Sam was there in a second, worry in his eyes until I very slowly put my arms around her.

"That wasn't so bad." I mumbled as she pulled away.

Sam seemed rather relieved. "So. . ."

"I mean. . .you smell good." I said half-heartedly, still really nervous. Though I couldn't smell the werewolves as awful, my nerves were tingling like I knew I was being surrounded by enemies, "But I'm not craving after your blood. Or any blood for that matter." I frowned a little. "I hunted a mountain lion today. It didn't taste as good as I thought it might."

"You hunted a mountain lion?" Jared asked with a grin. "What was it like?"

"Boring." I said slowly. "It kind've just stood there while I killed it. Maybe it was in shock?"

"But you said it didn't taste good?" Sam asked, frowning slightly.

I shifted uncomfortably. They were okay with this conversation? "Well. . . I could taste everything individually. The water, the salt, the plasma. It wasn't very good. The water was most potent in taste, but it didn't taste. . . it didn't taste like blood really."

"Interesting." Jared said.

"Mom!" Seth's voice called from behind me and a brilliant smile lit up my face. I turned, dashing towards him and wrapping my arms around him. I was very careful not to squeeze him to tightly though.

"Hi Seth." I said with a grin.

I could hear Jared and Paul complaining behind me about how I hadn't hugged them.

I darted till I was in front of Jared and Paul and hugged both of them too.

"Paul imprinted." Seth offered.

My eyes lit up, "Really!"

Paul rolled his eyes but he was trying not to smile either. "Yeah. Jacob's sister. Rachel."

"Quil imprinted too." Jared said.

"Really?" I asked, astonished. "Did everyone imprint while I was dead?"

"No." Seth said glumly. "I haven't. Neither has Leah or Embry or Jacob or Collin or Brady."

I ruffled Seth's hair. "Well good. You're to young for love."

Embry and Quil showed up sometime later. I found out that Quil had imprinted on a two year old named Claire, who happened to be related to Leah and Emily.

Privately, I was thinking that it made sense they were imprinting on each other's family members. Jacob was a powerful member of the wolf family. Which meant his sisters' technically had the gene too. So it made sense for Paul to imprint on one of the sisters. And anyone related to Leah, Seth, and Emily would have strong genes too from Harry's side of things. Same with Quil's blood line.

I didn't stay long, not wanting to overstay my welcome for one thing, but also wanting to get back home to Carlisle.

Unfortunately, Paul still wasn't good at keeping his nose out of other people's business. "So what are you going to do tonight?"

I raised an eyebrow. "I have no idea."

"So you and doctor aren't going to. . . get it on?" Paul smirked.

I wish I could've blushed. I scowled at him instead, putting my hands over Seth's ears. "Not in front of the kids dumbass."

Paul snickered.

I got to my feet, swooping down and kissing Sam on the cheek. "I'll come back soon, I promise."

"Stay safe." Sam said and I smirked, rolling my eyes.

And then I was gone, running back for the treaty line, back into the forest, and back to my house.

Our house.

Carlisle and mine house.

I stepped inside.

"Carlisle?"

Carlisle was in front of me in an instant. "Shh, they're asleep."

"They sleep!" I said, delighted.

He nodded, smiling slightly. "Did you have a good time at the reservation?"

I nodded, "I was very happy."

"Good." Carlisle whispered, moving his lips to the skin underneath my ear. "Mm, do I get you all to myself tonight?"

I giggled, "Yes you do."

"Good." Carlisle growled.

Before I knew it, we were in our bedroom, on the bed. I was under him, his dark gold eyes practically glowing.

I yanked him down to me, my hands wrapped in his reddish-yellow locks, pulling his lips to crash down on mine. He growled against my lips, his tongue fighting for dominance against my open lips. Except this time, I could hold my own fight.

Our tongues mixed together, creating new sensations while his hands traveled down to my shirt. He didn't even bother unbuttoning it, ripping it in half instead and I was grateful that it was a new top I hadn't gotten attached to yet.

I rolled over, pressing him down to the bed, gripping his hips with my legs, squeezing tightly as I tore his shirt apart, blue buttons flying and scattering across the floor.

I pressed my lips right above his pants line, licking a stripe all the way up his chest, his neck, all the way to his earlobe before nipping at it. He growled again, his fingers pulling at the stretchy leggings I was wearing, pulling them downwards and they were discarded as well.

My fingers worked fast, undoing his belt, yanking it out of the belt loops, tossing it away. It fell to the ground with a dull clink. I unzipped the black dress pants, pulling them down quickly. His arms were behind my head in an instant, his body pressed against mine and I could feel his member pressing against my mound.

Our mouths moved furiously in sync with each other, our hands tangled in each others' hair. I moaned against his lips as one of his hands traveled down to my heat, rubbing my clit with lightning fast speed between his fingers.

The sensations were even more erotic as a vampire. They hadn't been lying when they said your emotions were heightened. This was at least ten times better than when I had been human.

"C-C-Carlisle." I moaned out. "Please."

He plunged three fingers into me, thrusting them in and out at a furious pace, rubbing my clit even faster.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I clutched his shoulders before I bit down on his bottom lip, his fingers bringing me over the edge, and I released all over them.

I could smell the arousal now, bitter and exotic and sharp. Carlisle slowly pulled his fingers from my warmth, sticking them in his mouth, licking them clean.

I wanted to ask if that actually tasted good, but didn't want to ruin the moment either.

Carlisle smashed his lips to mine again, flipping me back over on my back into the pillows. I could taste myself on him, something that seemed highly erotic and actually somewhat pleasant. My tastes and his tastes all mixed together.

"Carlisle." I growled, missing the fullness between my legs. I rolled over so that he was pressed into the sheets, angling myself to go down on him.

His hands shot to my hips, thrusting me back into the pillows, before pounding into me. He bottomed out and I gasped in pleasure, eyes rolling backwards before I recovered, bucking my hips to get him to move.

He moved in and our, faster than I thought possible, even with the speeds we could run.

I was a whimpering mess under him, surrendering to him completely. "Carlisle , please!"

"What baby? What do you need?" Carlisle purred lowly in my ear, his dick a blur as he thrusted in and out of me.

I whimpered, wanting more, "More, Carlisle, more."

"More what baby?"

My eyes rolled back into my head, my hands gripping his shoulders.

I had no idea what I wanted more of, I just knew I wanted more. "Faster."

The fuck? Could he go faster? Something was wrong with my br-

He thrusted even faster and I was practically screaming underneath him. His mouth, lowered to my breasts, flicking out at my nipple. The overstimulation was overwhelming. I barely got his name out as I clenched around his cock and milked it for all it was worth. He didn't stop, pounding me through my orgasm, drawing it out, chasing his own release.

The sensation was more than white static. It was a burning white fire that made my toes curl and now I saw how it had taken Emmett and Rose weeks to leave their house. I never wanted to leave this. I wanted Carlisle and I to continue going forever.

We were blessed with such short refractory periods it wasn't even funny.

This was probably going to be my favorite extra curricular activity outside everything else.

"CARLISLE!" I screamed as he twisted my nipple tightly between his smooth dexterous fingers, pulling it, sending the jolt straight to my clit at the same time I came.

My entire body was shaking and her wrapped one arm around me. My legs, wobbly, I jerked forward, the both of us landing off the bed and onto the floor. We didn't even break rhythm, barely noticing the stone floor beneath the both of us. Carlisle simply rolled over onto the carpet, pulling me on top of him, thrusting upwards into me.

We couldn't even get sore.

Carlisle moved his lips to my throat, biting, licking, sucking at my skin, purring with delight as large purple bruises popped up on my skin.

I growled, trying to mark him the same way, and failing. That caused enough confused for the both of us to slow down and observe things.

When we finally came to a complete stop, I was breathing shallowly and so was he. Carlisle ran his hand over my neck, observing the bruises.

He pulled out slowly, causing our combined juices to pool out onto his stomach and he chuckled lightly, kissing me.

"Let's take this to the bathroom, shall we?"

I wasn't as ecstatic, touching the bruises.

"Carlisle, what's wrong with me?" I asked in a whisper. "My skin marks, I don't thirst after blood, blood doesn't even taste that good to me, and I feel completely normal!"

Carlisle pulled me into his arms, carrying me to the bathroom, "There's nothing wrong with you darling. Maybe. . . maybe your gift delves farther than self control."

"So what is it?" I asked.

"Maybe it's more of a. . . normality gift. A gift that keeps you human in a vampire body. I wonder. . . " he drifted off, thinking deeply.

"What?" I questioned.

He looked at me, pulling out the handle on the bathtub- which by the way was huge- and let it fill with warm water. "I was wondering if you could eat human food was all."

I frowned slightly. "But vampires-"

"Vampires also can't bruise." Carlisle said, smiling almost sadly, running his fingers over my hickeys.

"Am I not a vampire?" I questioned. It was overwhelming and venom welled up in my eyes. "Did something go wrong during the transformation?"

"No." Carlisle said. "The only thing that could go wrong is you died. But you didn't. You are a vampire Davina. That much is obvious by the eye colour, the speed, the strength. You have all the physical attributes of a vampire. But when it comes to feeding, that's where you're different. I think it must relate to some sort of gift."

"Carlisle, if my skin can bruise, doesn't that mean I could be killed easier than a normal vampire?" I whispered quietly.

Fear flashed through his eyes for the briefest second. I knew he was thinking about the Volturi and the enemy I had made myself out of Jane.

"I. . . I don't know. There's no way to test it without hurting you either." Carlisle whispered. "I can't test it on you. I can't let anyone else test that on you."

"But evidence suggests it, right?" I questioned softly, throwing my arms around his neck, holding him to me.

"Yes." He said quietly.

I sat there for a long time before he slipped both of us into the bathtub. "It's okay." Carlisle whispered, "We'll figure it out. Everything will be okay."

[ilexdiapason]

[@theminecraftbee inspired this fic! hermitcraft season 10's south neighbourhood becoming werewolves for the bit, ft. ren's propensity to take it seriously, and being the only one who does]

It was Stress who started it.

"C'mon, it'll be fun! I've never been a wolf before!"

"Werewolf," Ren corrects, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose tetchily. "And it's not fun. It's a chronic condition that needs constant management and can lead to some serious carnage if it's not properly cared for."

"Ah, who cares about a bit'a carnage? It's, like, week two. People die, they'll come back, no harm done. And you're tellin' me you don't see the appeal in a pair'a teeth like that?"

"Not - not really?"

Stress huffs, good-natured, tilting her head and baring her neck. "Think about it!"

"That's vampires," says Ren, "you're thinking of vampires who bite necks. Werewolves don't have a designated spot to bite. Because, like I said, it's not supposed to be fun. You're not supposed to want it."

She sighs loudly and uprights herself. "Alright. Figure something else out, then, shall I?"

"Do what you will," he tells her.

And then...

Well, it's a very unfortunate coincidence, is what it is.

He doesn't mean to get as wrapped up in his Ministerial Administrative duties as he does. There's a lot of paperwork that Xisuma cheerfully shrugged off on him when he realised Ren was assuming an admin position willingly - inventory checks and server code assessments and Right To Host permits that all need to be thoroughly combed through before they can be signed off on. It's not the most interesting job in the world, but Ren's been dying for a bit of busywork for a little while now. Strange how a life full of nothing but card games and deadly dungeons can leave you pining for the simpler days.

But the evening stretches on, and the letters start to swim before his eyes a little, and it's all too easy to just let himself rest on top of the pile of papers for a second before he gets back into things, gently lit by the glow of the full moon...

Ren wakes up, as he does more often than he'd care to admit, entirely naked.

He's in the street. Or what will be the street once the roadworks have gone underway, which is currently a patch of grass like all the other patches of grass around him. His office is maybe fifty blocks eastward, his trousers are nowhere to be seen, and the sunlight is altogether far too bright for him to take in much more than that.

Once he stumbles back to the office with naught but a pair of paws for cover, he finds his sunglasses and his shirt, and he can start putting the pieces together. Namely that his upper body is quite thoroughly splashed with blood, his claws are also caked in red, and the vial of wolfsbane he was meant to take last night is sitting unopened on the floor amid a pile of shredded paperwork.

So. Erm.

Some explaining to be done, then.

His clothes were shredded by his transformation, but of course he's got spares on hand for emergencies exactly like these ones. Shame about his periwinkle tie; it's going to need a cold wash, a hot wash, and a good bit of stitching to get it back in pristine condition. Unless he could convince Xisuma to do a rollback, but he doubts it at this early point in the season where so many people are working through the night to get themselves set up. Mending will have to suffice.

He also finds his comm lying in the wreckage. The chat history is... illuminating.

<Iskall85> is that ren i see outside?

<Xisuma> Looks like

<Iskall85> oh dear

<Iskall85> oh dear oh dear

<Iskall85> everybody keep your doors locked unless you want to become a werewolf

<StressMonster101> ...

<Iskall85> stress???

<StressMonster101> well i was finkin about it?

<Iskall85> you're insane

<Iskall85> go on then. girl's night

<StressMonster101> false! you coming?

<falsesymmetry> to get infected with lycanthropy?

<falsesymmetry> yeah, alright

<ZombieCleo> did i hear girls night?

<Iskall85> i take it back. we're ALL insane

<falsesymmetry> wait, this won't kill me, will it?

<Iskall85> yes??? what do you think turning into a werewolf is

<falsesymmetry> oh, better not risk it then

<Iskall85> only on the hermitcraft server

<hypnotizd> do NOT start without me

Ren blinks, and blinks again, and checks his claws, as though he might be able to tell which of his friends' blood is under them.

Girl's night. They're all transformed into hideous creatures of the night just like him because they thought it would be fun. And here he stands uncognizant of any of it.

He's gonna need to call another meeting.

(At sundown, though. Today is a writeoff for the vast majority of the neighbourhood. Worse than any hangover, trust me.)

[s-che]

If Systems Don’t Matter, Why Are You So Embarrassed?

hey gang. this play report is, as you may know if you've been paying attention, coming in just about two weeks late, which is not ideal. this happened because i have been very busy with work, because i am poor. if you like what i do here and want to make me more busy with this kind of stuff and less poor, maybe consider tossing me a couple of bucks? it would mean a lot. Now back to ur regularly scheduled content.

Sometimes it’s fruitful to have a collaborator in order to riff, bounce ideas off each other, and generally intellectually pollinate. Sometimes it’s good to have someone who can fall on a sword so you don’t have to. I’d be remiss if I didn’t start this month’s reflection on the Dream Library book club by calling out the tremendous amount of work the internet’s own @marvelousmsmolly has been doing in the last little while to keep things afloat.

We played, talked through, and read Vampire: The Masquerade this month, along with some guest excerpts from Werewolf: The Apocalypse, Hunter: The Reckoning, and probably Unicorn: The Saturnalia for all I know. These collectively make up a small part of something called the “World of Darkness,” a universe which I’ve been told is entirely separate from something called the “Chronicles of Darkness” in ways I don’t entirely understand. They were published by a company called White Wolf until White Wolf was sold, and then a team called White Wolf inside a series of larger companies until they were summarily — and rightly — dismantled following the spectacularly bad decision to pin real-world Chechnyan anti-gay purges on in-universe vampires. We’ll get back to all that in a second. 

I picked the game — Vampire, that is — to close out our fall semester on Monster(fucking), advocating for it in part because I suspected it would make big claims about what it could do narratively and fail mechanically to deliver. And, while I was right on that count, what I couldn’t have predicted was how hard the bug (the vampire?) would bite, and how seriously Vampire-mania would sweep the Dream Library.

I think @wildwoodsgames hit the nail on the head at the very tail end of our discussion thread, when they called Hunter: The Reckoning “a game playing with a lot of very potent ideas that it is not super responsible with.” 

This is a statement could be truly made about every scrap of World of Darkness I’ve read (which was none, to be clear, before we started this month). They’re games which constantly sit on the edge of juiciness and fail spectacularly, stumbling instead into some of the most short-sighted and often willingly edgy alt-history stuff I’ve ever seen. But — like I said — I’m going to have to come back to a lot of that later. 

I have two big takeaways about VTM:

I. VTM is comic books

Intertext and serial fiction get a bad rap, sometimes, in our current moment of bloated and collapsing franchises — of Glup Shittos and Marvel’s Sony’s Spider-man’s The Avengers. But before the content mill gets really grinding there is a real joy to be found in reading something and seeing the shape of a whole world fill out behind you. I know a lot of people find that pleasure in the EU Star Wars novels. When I was a kid, I found it mostly in Middle-earth — except, I should say, for one long summer at my grandparents’ house when I tore through my cousins copy of Marvel’s (Sony’s Spider-man’s) The Runaways. 

Big 2 Superhero Comics  — because they’re serial and because they’re short and because they have a long history — have a really lovely way of finding interesting niches in old worlds and running with them. In a real way, VTM tries to do the same thing. The whole structure of the World of Darkness relies on the fundamental premise that a big interlinked all-happening-at-once world is, in fact, cool. But it also — maybe because of the way the game is inviting you to make your own OC and carve out your own niche — tends to focus on the thing comics does, finding an interesting nook or cranny where more stories could be told rather than flattening everything down into one grand “Skywalker Saga.” 

By way of this interest, VTM resists the narrative black hole that so many “worldbuilding” IPs fall into. There are no Jedi to take center stage, no Aragorns into whose narratives the lovely story of The Hobbit disappears. And if there are — well, I haven’t read about them. I don’t have to read about them. Vampire gives me the space to do my own thing. It also gives its writers the space to make massively bad decisions — and, holy shit, there are so many bad decisions in these books. Famous instances, yes: the Vampire Chechnyan thing and Werewolf’s relationship with indigeneity — but also small corners full of some of the stupidest ideas you ever heard. Moses Maimonides, Mossad agent. V5’s inexplicable fascination with 9/11. An entire Wraith section on the Shoah. Some of this stuff swings around and is almost juicy again — but who on earth who ever greenlight it?

2. VTM is embarrassed to be a game

It isn’t a new take to say that VTM fails to deliver on its compelling setting with an equally compelling set of mechanics, but it did astonish me to realize how much the actual text of the game buys into the narrative that rolling dice and thinking about rules is a secondary function of a game in comparison to the almighty narrative. You see this in suggestions geared to streamline combat, but you also see it in the eighteen pages of in-universe fiction which come at the start of the book before the rules narrator can get a word in sideways. VTM exists setting first: they are desperate to prove that you could strip away all the numbers and still be playing VTM. I have two thoughts about this:

There’s a certain appeal to the way VTM seems to think about this, which we could call a Brennan Lee Mulligan “get the rules out of the way and let me RP” approach. The fact that Brennan and VTM have this in common is, more or less, unsurprising to me knowing that Brennan has a background in large-scale LARP, where clearing the explicit mechanics to let roleplay happen is a massive design priority. VTM has its own long history of LARP and I do think it’s radical to recognize that there is something to a game beyond the mechanics. To play in the VTM world — whether with a d10 or a cloak or by writing fanfiction — is to play VTM, and I’m glad to see a system take pleasure in that (especially because its explicit mechanics aren’t very good).

That being said, I wish participants in this sort of “clear the rules” roleplay-first style recognized more explicitly the mechanics they aren’t getting out of the way: social dynamics, narrative structures, relationships to knowledge and authority and the ability to hold a room’s attention which absolutely structure freeform RP as much as any “then roll Xd10.” The presence of these social dynamics, especially, has been a massive recurring theme of our Monsterfucking unit as a whole, as game after game seems to really struggle to design for their inevitable presence.

All in all, I was surprised by how much I enjoyed VTM — although I liked reading it and thinking up a character more than the live play. I think it’s a game that’s perhaps uniquely ill-suited to the Dream Library’s format and the rapid cycling-through of games it entails, but there’s something to be said for the way the setting itself gripped me. I wanted to tell the story of a little freak’s descent into evil, even if I didn’t have the time for it. Maybe I’ll go play 1,000 Year Old Vampire.

Next up — well, more like currently — the Dream Library is taking a little winter break. Not an actual break, of course: we’ve already had a festive session of Wanderhome, Molly is hosting a session of Never Stop Blowing Up set in a mall around Christmastime soon, and then maybe Hanukkah Goblins? We’ll see.

If you want to get in on any of that, hey. Click this link.

If not, I’ll see you here next month.

Peace

[lolashifts]

GIRL A TEEN WOLF DR ?? TELL ME EVERYTHING IF U WANT

EEEEEKK HERE I AM !!! thank u for asking kerry sweetheart <33

(also omg fellow italian moot in a sea of international shifters 🙏🏻 we gotta stick together)

so. originally i wanted to shift directly to season 3 bc it’s my favorite, but recently i’ve been rewatching the first two seasons anddd i now want to shift to season 1 !! the plot was actually too good and i want to experience things from the beginning ;; then i guess i’ll spend the next four months waiting for the alpha pack plot to start just going around beacon hills to ask the questions that never come up to the main characters in any circumstance (seriously, you end up fully involved in the supernatural world and you don’t ask a single question to your vet boss who apparently knows everything that goes on ???? or even turn to the one werewolf in town who’s willing to explain how things work for your new furry problem ??) (yes that was an intended pun sorry)

the actual problem was/is choosing what to be: i don’t want to be a werewolf, nor a vampire ! sirens are intriguing but also … meh .. not for me. i researched italian folklore since i’m keeping my origins in this dr as well but i didn’t find anything that interested me enough soooo i decided to make up my own superpowers !!

i love art in all its forms and i always script it as a part of me wherever i go, therefore i thought it would be cool to use painting and sketches as a way to foresee future events - in a way that doesn’t change the plot much , nor makes me lydia’s copycat , yet can still be really awesome and useful as a superpower ! i can also read everyone’s minds, howeverrr i’ll probably script it in a way that still has some limitations. like, i can read thoughts from anybody except for those who specifically close their minds others (*those* probably meaning deucalion … and definitely peter too). i can shut down my own head so that i only listen to the minds of the people i want, and it’s easier to read someone if they’re feeling intense emotions like anger and terror or sadness !!

-> fun fact: apparently, these powers exist in “the shining” by stephen king (i didn’t know bc i haven’t watched it nor read it) and i’ve recently found a fanfic where the author used that same concept for her oc. the fact that i made this up without even knowing about these stuff ??? i see u universe ☝🏻

now, i’d like to also connect all of this to nature somehow ? i need ideas. i just know that as a big animal lover i really reallyyy want to have some sort of connection to them 😞

as for my family: we’ve moved from italy to beacon hills years before scott gets bitten in the woods, exactly 6 years earlier (yes, the day the hales died in the fire, or the day after). i easily grew close to the two silly heads of the show, scott and stiles, and also became friends with lydia later on, thus having to put up with jackass- i mean, jackson !! my family has been involved with the supernatural world since forever, like the argents we hold a great importance that goes decades back, and the reason we had to move has to do with a group of witches that either wants me dead because of my powers or simply need me for their own selfish reasons, i can’t decide lmao. my parents know about the argents and their work, although they never really interacted with them much; and they know i am something but not what exactly.

i would love to add more supernatural/mythical creatures to the mix, i just have no clue what to script yet (i swear this is my explanation for everything revolving this dr as of now)

also, i’m thinking of changing up season 5 bc the storyline there is all over the place and there are certain things that i genuinely hate (scott and stiles’ fight being on the top of the list) !!

i’m loving the idea of this so far, teen wolf has been a comfort show of mine since i was 13 and i can’t wait to shift there and be with one of my many fave families ☹️☹️

ps: this took wayyy too long i’m sorry for yapping this much 😭 if you wanna know anything else (or have any ideas for me !!) i’m here to answer !!!! you’re genuinely one of the bloggers i love most in this little community of ours <3

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

is there any major moon knight news? (Comics or Show) I wasn't always online and barely keep up with marvel stuff but I really love Moon knight

Major news? In the comics: He's alive again! But that's old news. He came back about a month or two ago.

Moon Knight (the title, not the character) now has two runs going, which is just...Unheard of in the Moon Knight fandom! Which means he is popular and Marvel is taking note of it. Which can lead to a lot of very good things! Phases of Moon Knight is an exploration of different Moon Knights that have existed. This is interesting for those looking for more of that delicious lore and Khonshu stuff and more of the Fists. (Not exactly my cup of tea, as I'm in it for my boys, but I'll read it!)

Moon Knight has also been popping up in other comics a lot more! And not just as a background ghost! Check out the new run of Werewolf by Night! We're getting back to our roots! (It also has Elsa, who is greatly underappreciated).

Speaking of - Marvel MCU has announced that they have plans for a season 2 of Werewolf by Night! In no way is this an official promise to do it, as they have not confirmed the cast return, dates, or story, but only that they are looking strongly into it!

Which, if they bring back WBN, it could mean a wider introduction into the MCU and the formation of something that Moon Knight could become a part of! (My boys getting back together with Jack!)

Moon Knight also appeared in the What If Venom issue as a key player and let us not forget the Blood Hunt vampire extravaganza lead by McKay! And it didn't suck! (At least the parts that I read didn't. I've yet to read the main parts). Considering how much Age of Khonshu sucked, this is good news! And means that Marvel might start looking at Moon Knight seriously and as a $$ item.

Sadly, there are no news sources that I can trust right now about a season 2 of Moon Knight. They have discussed off and on that Oscar is up to continue the part and that they are looking at a potentially good story line for season 2, so maybe that means they are starting to actively consider making a season 2.

I do think that Marvel MCU is a little gun-shy right now. They have been scrapping movies and shows and plans left and right as the interest in superhero movies wanes. But honestly, the lack of interest has to do with the fact that Marvel shat out things so fast and so connected that people started to feel lost and disrespected for not knowing ALL the lore, when they really just wanted to see their favorite characters do the thing. That's just my opinion.

(DC also didn't help by the massive fiasco of shitty SHITTY movies that were coming out and then the constant censorship of the studio leading to director releases and reshoots... That that's a different rant all together.)

In other news, Marvel has ALSO started to secretly and quietly release novelizations of comic runs!! WHAT?! Venom What If-Moon Knight novelization just came out this past week! (There is also a Loki novelization that just came out for all those Loki fans out there).

So for all those fans that love to read more in search of deeper thoughts and secrets and takes, there you go! (Man I used to suck down Novelizations of movies when I was little and I think I'm looking that way again, I say as I eye the new Batman sequel book that is about to come out).

Sooo... Probably not the news you were looking for, but I've got my finger vaguely on the pulse of Moon Knight news and trust me when I say don't fall for all the fucking click-bait headlines that say SEASON 2?!!! and then it's just a retelling of some old news they found that the fandom already knows about season 1. I hate the way today's news stories are written.

[v3zayna]

Blood and Ashes - CaitVi Fanfic

Before we start this fanfic, I just wanna say I am new to all of this.. THE WHOLE app, I mean I am not new just my first time posting is all!

SOO.. this is a vampire x werewolf fanfic since a lot of people of tiktok wanted this! Never really wrote a fanfic before so, I mean I am familiar with writing so sorry if I MIGHT do mischaracterization so yeah!

(lets get started)

Chapter One - A New Hunger

The pale moon hung high above Piltover, its silver glow spilling across the towering spires and glimmering streets of the city. Piltover was a masterpiece—orderly, pristine, perfect on the surface. But Vi knew better than most how easily that surface could crack.

She perched on the edge of a rooftop, her legs dangling over the side. The cool metal of the railing pressed against her arms as she leaned forward, scanning the quiet streets below. The stillness was almost unnerving. Vi wasn’t used to quiet; chaos followed her everywhere, especially since her wolf side had started becoming harder to control.

Her sharp senses picked up a faint movement behind her, a soft rustle of cloth against stone. Someone was there.

“You’re not great at sneaking around, you know,” Vi said, not bothering to look.

A familiar voice answered. “I wasn’t trying to sneak.”

Vi turned her head, and there she was—Caitlyn Kiramman, Piltover’s golden girl. Her uniform was as sharp as ever, her hair neatly tied back. She looked calm, collected, but something was off. Vi couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was a tension in Caitlyn’s stance that hadn’t been there before.

“You always wander around rooftops at this hour, or is this a special occasion?” Vi asked, her lips curving into a smirk.

“Considering the company, it might be,” Caitlyn replied smoothly, stepping closer. Her footsteps were unnervingly light, almost as if she wasn’t walking but gliding across the rooftop.

Vi frowned. “Seriously, Cait, what are you doing here?”

Caitlyn shrugged, her face unreadable. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Patrol,” Vi said. “What’s your excuse? Did the Council send you to babysit me or something?”

“Hardly,” Caitlyn said, folding her arms. “I just needed some air.”

“Air, huh?” Vi leaned back against the railing. Her wolf senses were on high alert now. Caitlyn didn’t smell like she used to. There was something metallic and cold in her scent, like steel dipped in ice. It wasn’t human, and it definitely wasn’t normal.

“You’ve been acting strange lately,” Vi said, her tone more serious. “What’s going on with you?”

Caitlyn’s lips tightened. “Strange? That’s rich coming from you. Jayce told me you nearly ripped someone’s arm off during sparring last week.”

Vi’s jaw clenched. “That’s different.”

“Is it?” Caitlyn’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve been irritable, more reckless than usual. Even your team’s noticed.”

Vi growled softly, the sound rumbling deep in her throat. “What’s your point, Cait?”

“My point,” Caitlyn said, stepping closer, “is that you’re not the only one going through something.”

The tension between them was thick, a strange mix of frustration, curiosity, and something unspoken. Vi wanted to press further, to demand answers, but Caitlyn’s piercing gaze stopped her.

“I’m fine,” Caitlyn said finally, her voice calm but firm. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Bullshit,” Vi snapped. “You smell different. You move different. I’m not blind, Cait.”

For a moment, Caitlyn’s mask slipped. Her lips parted as if she wanted to argue, but no words came. Then, just as quickly, her composure returned.

“It’s not what you think it is,” Caitlyn said, her voice quieter now.

“Then tell me what it is,” Vi demanded.

Caitlyn’s eyes flickered—just for a moment—but Vi swore she saw something strange. A flash of red, deep and vivid, like fresh blood under moonlight.

Vi took a step back. “Your eyes—”

“It’s nothing,” Caitlyn interrupted, her tone sharp.

“It’s not nothing,” Vi shot back.

Caitlyn didn’t respond. Instead, she turned and began walking away, her movements too quick, too smooth. Before Vi could call after her, she was gone, disappearing into the shadows as if she’d melted into them.

Vi stood there, her heart pounding in her chest. Her wolf stirred uneasily, growling softly in the back of her mind.

“Not normal,” she muttered under her breath.

…

The next morning, Vi couldn’t shake the memory of Caitlyn’s strange behavior. She paced her small apartment in Zaun, replaying their conversation over and over in her mind. The flash of red in Caitlyn’s eyes, the coldness in her scent—it didn’t make sense.

Finally, she grabbed her jacket and headed out. She needed answers, and there was only one place to get them.

When Vi arrived at the Enforcer headquarters, the building was already bustling with activity. Uniformed officers moved back and forth, their boots clattering against the polished floors. Vi pushed through the crowd, her eyes scanning for Caitlyn.

“Vi!” a familiar voice called.

She turned to see Jayce striding toward her, his massive hammer slung over one shoulder. He looked tired, but his usual good-natured smile was in place.

“Looking for Caitlyn?” Jayce asked, stopping in front of her.

“Yeah,” Vi said.

Jayce frowned. “She’s been… off lately, hasn’t she?”

Vi crossed her arms. “You noticed too?”

“Hard not to,” Jayce said, lowering his voice. “She’s been skipping meetings, disappearing without explanation. And when she is around, she’s… different. It’s like she’s not even Caitlyn anymore.”

Vi’s stomach twisted. “No one’s done anything about it?”

“What can we do?” Jayce said, throwing up his hands. “She’s Caitlyn Kiramman. If she says she’s fine, people believe her.”

“Not me,” Vi muttered.

Jayce clapped her on the shoulder. “Good luck, then. If anyone can get through to her, it’s you.”

Vi didn’t respond. She made her way to Caitlyn’s office, her determination growing with each step.

When she reached the door, she knocked once before pushing it open.

Caitlyn was sitting at her desk, her head bowed over a stack of papers. She looked up sharply when Vi entered, her expression unreadable.

“Vi,” she said, her tone cool. “What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk,” Vi said, shutting the door behind her.

Caitlyn sighed, leaning back in her chair. “About what?”

“About whatever’s going on with you,” Vi said, stepping closer. “Don’t give me the ‘I’m fine’ routine. I’m not buying it.”

Caitlyn’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she stood, her movements slow and deliberate.

“You really want to know?” Caitlyn asked, her voice low.

“Yeah,” Vi said, crossing her arms. “I do.”

Caitlyn stared at her for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then she took a step closer, her gaze locking onto Vi’s.

“It’s not what you think it is,” Caitlyn said softly.

“Then what is it?” Vi asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Caitlyn didn’t answer. Instead, she turned away, her figure disappearing into the shadows of the office before Vi could press further.

Vi stood there, her fists clenched at her sides. Whatever Caitlyn was hiding, it was bigger than either of them. And Vi wasn’t about to let it go.

...

[ceilingfan5]

Lab UA and Supernatural elements AU

“I don’t want to accuse you of anything,” Taako starts, as the prelude to absolutely making a fucking accusation. “But I’ve been wondering about you.” 

“What about me?” Kravitz is short with him. He’s been snappity short with him every fucking day since the incident. Taako has been so on edge and working in the lab with him has been…difficult. There’s no good way to come out and ask if someone is a just a fucking vampire now. 

Especially not because Taako fucking knows he’s a vampire now, because he can smell it on him. Because Taako isn’t a human either. 

But you can’t just be like. Straight up are you a vampire? Don’t lie, cause my werewolf nose knows. 

Maybe he should have come into this armed a little better. 

“Uh,” Taako says. “About how you’re doing.”

“Fine,” Kravitz says. “Can we do unethical science now?” 

“Seriously? You’re fine??” 

“Fine enough to do work,” Kravitz says cooly. “Besides, how does it involve you?”

“I mean you’re my fucking lab partner, asshole, and I care about whether or not you’ve been exsanguinated!” 

Kravitz squints at him. Taako grits his teeth. 

“Look,” Taako says, beginning to count on his fingers. “I haven’t seen you bring one of those fucking Lean Cuisines since last Tuesday.” 

Kravitz winces. 

“And you turned the heat up so high in the lab you ruined my psychic mold, and you’ve worn a turtleneck every day for the last week, and-”

“Taako-”

“And you’ve been a real bitch to me! Like it’s my fucking fault!”

Kravitz’s face falls. 

“Taako, I- I don’t think it was. I- I guess I got wrapped up in my own head trying to…fix it…before anyone noticed, and…I’m sorry, I never wanted to make you feel responsible.” 

Taako’s on a roll now, though, oops! 

“Well, maybe you should! Cause I should have fucking stopped it! There shouldn’t have been a fucking vampire in my territory, and you got fucking bit, and now you’re mad at me, and my psychic mold is ruined, and-”

Kravitz blinks. 

“Your territory, Taako?” 

“Uh.” 

Kravitz squints at him. Taako takes two full steps backward, like maybe Krav’s baby vampire senses might still be garbled enough to not smell a werewolf right in front of him. 

The eye contact is so physically painful that Taako’s afraid his balls are going to fall right off and roll under the centrifuge. 

“Taako,” Kravitz says, like this is occurring to him for the first time. “Why do you care so much?” 

“Um,” Taako’s between a rock and a hard place, and both of them are radioactive. “I’m mad about the mold?” 

“No.” 

“No? You can’t tell me I’m not mad! It’s- who the fuck do you think you are-” Taako steps back again as Kravitz steps closer, and closer, and suddenly Taako’s back is to the locked door to the specimen chambers. Kravitz is so fucking close. And he smells weird, fresh vampire and all, but it’s hardly…bad. Taako’s just…not happy about it, is all. 

“Why were you gone on Tuesday?” Kravitz keeps forgetting to blink. Has he admitted it yet? Taako’s brain is eating this whole awful conversation. 

“Uh,” Taako says. “Fishing.” 

“You’re out of personal time. You took your adoptive nephew to see the wrestling.”

“Fuck me,” Taako sighs. “Why the fuck do you care about my personal time?” 

Kravitz finally blinks, and looks away, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“No reason.”

“Hey,” Taako smells an out. It’s a dangerous one. But, you know, you take what you can get. “Do you fucking like me?”

“What??” Kravitz can’t go greyer in the face now, but he looks like he ought to be. “I- You’re- we’re coworkers! I can’t be-” 

“You fucking like me!” 

“Well-! It takes one to know one, doesn’t it??” 

“What the fuck are you accusing me of?” 

“You KNOW,” Kravitz hollers, looking totally unbalanced. “I’ve really lost track!”

Taako looks at him. Kravitz looks right back, looking downright pitiful, and Taako just has to laugh. Kravitz chuckles softly. 

“You know, in our line of work,” he says, shaking his head. “I should have gotten the vampire insurance.” 

“Yeah,” Taako says solemnly. “Dunno if it would’ve done you any good, though. I still can’t prove to Farm Bureau that I’m a werewolf.” 

Kravitz’s eyes go wide. Taako may as well go in with the baseball bat, while everything’s all fucked anyway. 

“Do you think we can still kiss?”

Kravitz opens his mouth, and shuts his mouth, and opens it again. 

“You know,” he repeats, thoughtful, dazed. “I’d still like to try?”

[maroonghoul]

My thoughts on: Wolf Man (2025), or are we done with metaphors in horror movies?

Yeah,I'm back. Though don't expect it on a regular basis. Only for films I felt inspired to write a lot on. I'm still watching new horror movies every month. Just that in almost all cases, I don't have much new to add.

Now as for this...

It's fine. Not the most original horror movie or even necessarily the most original take on the werewolf. But I got what Whannell was going for. (I was even surprised to learn he was inspired by the 2020 lockdown.) While I get the takes akin to saying "not my Wolf Man", I was also surprised by some of the reviews I've read with the sentiment "enough metaphors! scare me!". Those two points are what I want to address.

When it comes to the changes to the lore, it's almost insane they changed the werewolf rules so much that it's arguably even not a werewolf anymore. Not even supernatural, it's more like super rabies. Yeah, Blumhouse's budgets are always shoestring, and conventional werewolf transformations are costly. But with most of the other Universal Monsters, it'd be unbelievable. But the Wolf Man was one of the few that makes sense for it because well...the lore for the original was a mismash of several different werewolf lores to begin with. It wasn't following a book or any specific culture that would get up in arms at the inaccuracies. And ever since then, any werewolf movie where the monster wasn't an unknown villain like a detective story more or less followed the rules of it. There have been cases where the formula was played with more directly (Ginger Snaps and Wolf Cop, for example) but you would expect an entry in the Wolf Man canon would play strictly by these rules, if any werewolf movies would.

Now as for those differences. I appreciate that design wise, what has always set the wolf man apart from most other cinematic werewolves, is how much more emphasis is put on the man. It's clearly shaped like a man, but with hair all over it's body, and wolf like features on it's face. Well, two out of three ain't bad in this case. If anything, it's looks like they lose hair in the transformation. That's really my only issue about the design of these beasts in the movie.

There are two other changes I don't like. They're not new, but I never like them when they show up. First, anything can kill these werewolves, not just silver. Yeah yeah, no supernatural cause means it doesn't make sense. But the difficulty of killing it just drives the tragedy further, because not only is the werewolf forced to keep killing longer because almost nothing can stop him, but it'd be harder to take seriously for anyone skeptic of the whole concept, so no one thinks to arm themselves with it. There's a line in Dracula; “The strength of the vampire is that people will not believe in him”. This applies well to most other movie monsters too. vampires, werewolves, the Terminator, gremlins, even great white sharks. the supposed ridiculousness becomes another tool in the curse's arsenal.

The other point is that the werewolf never turns back. To be fair here, they mitigate by not only keeping Blake aware and able to hold onto his humanity until the climax, but also it's spelled out that the final attack lunge is a suicide-by-cop style move. An American Werewolf in London had a similar ending, but it was a lot more ambiguous than this. But again, the more ridiculous = harder. Plus, wouldn't it have helped the metaphor more if he was able to change back? Abusers can turn the charm back on even after they're revealed right?

Speaking of, yeah let's talk about that. I don't mean the metaphor of this movie. Even if you haven't seen it, if you've seen the trailers of even read a plot synopsis, you can guess what it is.

This is more about the general idea that movie monsters in horror movies the past ten or fifteen years have been overt metaphors for certain real world things (abusers, alcoholism, christian fundamentalism, mental illness, racism, I could go on). Not that they haven't or couldn't have been that in movies prior to 2000, it's just that lately, it feels like they're not even trying to hide it. This movie doesn't, and it's where I saw a few critics put their foot down and said "Enough! I'm not scared, so I don't care!"

This is such a prevailing thing that I'm of two minds on it. In defense of it, maybe filmmakers have been working in this industry or have seen enough movies and ignorant reactions or adoptions of them, that they got tired of hiding it. Or maybe they felt that we've progressed far enough that they can make it clear what they're actually talking about. Either way, I get it. I think the first movie I noticed this trend with was Colossal back in 2016. When I saw that, I was like "Oh neat! We're not just trying to make fun of the material or hitting the same repetitive story beats. We're taking it seriously by applying it to a real life horror. This could be a new phase in high concept storytelling" Lord knows, there's nothing as unfunny or poorly aged as a movie made by people that thinks the material is beneath them.

Also, oh the amounts of old properties misinterpreted by the same incurious chuds for decades, to the point of when someone spells out the actual point a bit more, like adding black character, these cretins scream "They ruined it!" This isn't horror, but a small part of me kinda doesn't like the original 1978 Superman movie because I think it might've helped started the misconception that he's a Jesus metaphor (a non human sent down to save us from ourselves) even though he was created by two jewish men who wrote him as a power fantasy against the injustices of the 1930s. Now almost 50 years later, you got idiots getting angry about him not being portrayed as a perfect stoic savior, despite that the best, most faithful, and most beloved incarnations of the character being...not that. This trend can be a case of the filmmakers saying upfront "This is NOT about the glory of the cis straight white man!"

But, like the whole multiverse concept, enough less then good uses of that in recent memory can turn off a lot of people. I still remember Get Out being considered an original horror masterpiece when it came out in 2017. (And yeah it is.) And then Antebellum came out and looked like it was going to take the themes in Get Out to the next step, only to be panned. I never saw it, but from what I heard, it not only cheapened out on it's main mystery, but got on it's soapbox to talk about what it was about directly. So the main horrifying idea it was sold as (being transported back in time to a period where you're considered less then human by society) was completely neutered.

Yeah, the trick that Jordan Peele remembered is; you're telling a story. As in, you're telling a lie to make a point about an unpleasant truth. This trend is almost the equivalent of giving up on the story halfway through to say "Do you see what I mean now?" Sir, if you're going to pick this metaphor to talk about what you want to talk about, can you complete the metaphor first? If anything, it can make it look like you didn't think this through so you're breaking the fourth wall almost to try and make up for it. It's really hard to keep the tension going if the characters keep talking about what this means and not how to survive it.

I covered a lot of this when I talked about Elevated horror a while back. If you can't dig that post up, the point is it feels like you're talking down to the audience. Like I said, it makes a certain amount of sense if your reason is either "isn't the amount A has in common with B amazing?" or "Look idiots! This is how bad it feels living with this. THIS IS HOW MUCH YOU SCARE ME!" Genuine wonder or lack of patience; I can respect both.

The other problem I find with it, and it might be less serious but I find it sad, is that it makes it harder to think about the metaphor on it's own terms. Wasn't a whole lot of classic science fiction writing based on simply asking what'll be like to live with this new weird thing? There's been endless interpretations of Frankenstein and what Mary Shelley meant when she wrote it. But I'd liked to think one reason she did was that she was seriously thinking about "What if a man with access to all our current scientific knowledge was able to create a living being with means not like the way we're used to and did it without being made to consider the consequences?" Yes, a lot of what the creature went through in the novel has similarities to being black/gay/sick/you name it and I won't dismiss those analyses nor will I assume Shelley didn't have any reasons to write it beyond the question. But I still think a big reason this book was the beginning of a whole genre was that it stayed focused on it's main idea the whole way through. It didn't turn into a comedy of errors or a political satire at the end, saying this was the story was actually about. It got to it's horrible sad ending it was building to without any deus ex machina coming in to save the day or say it was ultimately good because it led to something else.

Part of the point of horror, in a strange way, is that it only makes a certain nihilistic sense. Sometimes, good and innocent people die at the hands of the mad masked killer for not a good reason. Sometimes, a killer can hide in plain sight and get away so long because he looks just enough like a white man society at large is told is normal, even though he's anything but. Sometimes, if we encounter alien life, talking to us might not be how it's wired; ripping us apart is. Sometimes, if there are truly supernatural beings or sentient robots out there, they wouldn't think like humans at all to the point treating them like such would make no sense.(Though that wouldn't mean they're undeserving of compassion still.) You've heard of "getting so lost in fantasy you'll lose sight of reality". This is like the flipside of that. You get so lost in how anything might work in the framework you live in, you can't see a world beyond it.

...Did I just make another anti-capitalism post?

My point is: There's nothing wrong with making or seeing a werewolf movie just because you think werewolves are cool. There might be another reason you wanted to make/see it; maybe you're aware of it. Maybe you're not. You can think about it later. Art is about reflection. It's done a good job when you're still thinking of it all long after it's over. Just choose your subject matter carefully. And commit with a capital C.

[squeamishnerd]

The Original Ahriman

Chapter 20: On a Mission, Part 1

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Keisha: Morgyn.

Keisha: Tell me… What time is it right now? No cheating.

Morgyn: Um… 19:11?

Keisha: Seriously!? You're going to be a Sage in four moon cycles and you can't even tell the difference between 19:11 and 19:13? Two minutes is a lot of time if something caused a disturbance to state of The Realm!

Keisha: I can't believe you!

Morgyn: I'm sorry, it's just-

Keisha: You don't have to give me an excuse. Instead we'll do something about it.

Keisha: Pack your pocket dimension, we're going on a trip. And we're not coming back here until you can tell me the exact time with the margin of error being less than 1,5 second. Roger?

Morgyn: Roger.

Keisha: We leave tomorrow at sunset.

Morgyn: Realm sunset or Glimmerbrook sunset?

Keisha: Realm sunset.

Morgyn: 2:03.

Keisha: Good.

Keisha: And Joanna, you're coming with us!

Morgyn: We're taking Joanna with us?

Joanna: Huh?

Agnes: Morgyn. Did I hear that correctly? Two minutes off.

Morgyn: Yes, Ms Crumplebottom.

Agnes: You're a disgrace.

Morgyn: My apologies, Ms Crumplebottom.

Cassandra: Auntie, why did you call Morgyn a disgrace? Isn't that kinda mean?

Agnes: Sometimes we have to be harsh.

Cassandra: Grandma said that it's not okay to be mean. Shouldn't auntie listen to her big sister?

Agnes: Shouldn't you stop eavesdropping?

Cassandra: Why? I'm a spellcaster.

Áine: Morgyn…

Áine: We need to talk.

Morgyn: About work or something else?

Áine: Um… Well… Not work. Let's go somewhere private. How about the Gardens?

Joanna: Why am I coming with you? I don't see the connection.

Keisha: You were born a sim, I'm sure it will benefit you.

Joanna: But my parents are a werewolf and a vampire, I've always been an occult.

Keisha: In school you were put in a class for sims, so I assumed that you might not have learnt spellcaster skills at a young age. Am I wrong?

Joanna: ('°ᵕ°)

Keisha: I want a spellcaster from the Faction of Practical Magic to join us, and you need practice. What if a Sage would like you to be their apprentice in the future?

Joanna: But Simeon would obviously choose Minerva as his apprentice.

Keisha: We can't know for sure what the future holds, and there aren't many spellcasters who focus on Practical Magic. Are you coming or not?

Joanna: I guess you wouldn't force me, but you'd be disappointed in me if I said "no".

Keisha: You know me.

Morgyn: You really do want to talk things through?

Áine: "Want" is a strong word.

Morgyn: I know what you mean.

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[since0202]

Hi ~

New fan here ~

I honestly don't know how to start this without it sounding like a love letter, but here goes...

I FUCKING LOVE YOUR WORK, ALL OF IT, really seriously. I took a deep dive into all the stories, the truth is I started looking for stories about Paul Lohote in a moment of longing for my teenage love of the Twilight movies, I didn't expect to find much knowing that the saga already has more than 10 years since I finished in the movies, but oh my goodness, if I came across pure gold with your blog, I seriously finished the Taking Time series easily in 5 days. The beautiful and detailed way in which you describe not only the aspects of the main characters, but you also go into giving context and depth to the characters that many would later use only as background (the pack, the imprints, their families and side characters ) It's simply, I mean you left me hooked for more.

And then when I saw that you updated recently, you don't know how happy it made me to know that I can know more about this wonderful story and its next development.

I have come across several works on the page that for many reasons or few were left half done, and it is not to put pressure or anything like that, I am new here, I just wanted to send you a message of my pure admiration for your work and therefore you.

Because you have created a wonderful work of literature and I can't wait to see how it continues.

I think I'll leave this message here, I don't want to seem too intense at first. I only want to say, gracias, thank you very much, for sharing your talent with all of us, whatever the reason for your hiatus, I wish you a good night, or day depending on when you receive this message, and all the good vibes that arrive to you so that you have a good life.

P.S. An apology if my writing is not so neat, English is not my first language, I am from Mexico, and right now I am using Google Translate and I only have to trust its grammar.

Sincerely, Dania P., a new loyal fan.

This message is just...wow. Thank you so much for saying such kind and thoughtful things. I'm so glad you found my story and I always love seeing people progress through my chapters when they like them.

This story is such a self fulfilling joy for me to write and I'm glad that others are enjoying it just as much. Your message totally made my day and I'd be lying if I didn't say I hoarded it in my inbox for awhile so I could read it over and over again.

Its folks like you and many other silent readers that make me know this story means something not just to me.

I can't wait for you to see where Maya and Paul go next. We've got some external conflict, and the vampire/werewolf threat coming into play soon. But of course, I need to throw a couple of wrenches in there first to whack it all up.

Thank you again for reading and thank you even more for writing this amazing message. I absolutely can't express how much happiness (and the push it gave me to finish this last chapter) it brought me.

<3