#tagging for vamp just in case

[boyswillbedogz]

sexuality theories

varies from headmate to headmate and trying to act like we have a collective sexuality like we have a collective gender is stupid and a waste of time

gay. i KNOW that if theres anybody i like its men. hrggrhgh men :333

bisexual. i want some women to bench press me but also not really and dating someone who fully straight up is 100% a woman with no gender fuckery is hard to wrap my head around. also i only like masc women?? except for sometimes. masc and/or could kill me idk manm mahbe i just have a type. also gender people.

attracted to masculinity, not necesarrily to men. up for debate because i like femboys.

pansexual and nothing matters

abrosexual. most likely-

aromantic. idk sociopath shit- the way i feel love is fucked up and incorrect to the point that i question if i feel it at all. if im aro im also cupioromantic though cuz my boyfriend's fucking great you guys

sluttiest asexual ever. no sexual attraction just "oh this is fun" or like infinite dopamine hack. also hypersexual cause trauma yay, i know THAT for a fact.

arojump/arospike since it changes. kinda fits under abro

demiromantic???

gray ace. ???

[randyzorra]

I went and saw a performance of Dracula (musical) the other night

[ghosting-emojis]

Lovesick

Tw/cw: blood, semi realistic heart

lovesick emojis

Did these for fun!!! Honestly drawing organs is a pretty fun exercise!

requests are open!!!

-Momoko

[florbelles]

AMARA GIRLFAILURE of VALLAKI BALDUR'S GATE

[transsexula]

Every year for the month of October I make a movie calander- one horror movie a day, every day, for the entire month. My problem now, is that after three years of doing this- I'm starting to..... well, run out isn't the right way to put it... but it's starting to feel like I've seen most of the big hitters.

So the question I'm throwing out there is:

Fans of horror, what movies would you reccomend for this year's October watch?

I'm looking for anything and everything. I will watch silent black and white films. I read subtitles and I'm not opposed to hunting down a niche foreign horror/thriller. PLEASE DO NOT GIVE SPOILERS I would like to go into the movies blind (trigger warnings are very welcome, though)

[mewos-laptop]

It scares me to know I don't remember anything from a certain point in my life. I cannot recall anything from that summer and it scares me. I'm a completely different person and yet I also don't know who I was before it all happened. I don't know why I'm so fucked up from it, they never did anything to me that would warrant this blocking out of everything.

It feels like a piece of me dies every time someone leaves me. I lose part of myself and get replaced with someone else so much that I have no clue who I am and how I've changed.

It terrifies me. If all that's going to continue happening to me for the rest of my life is someone leaving and me turning into someone else then what's the point in trying to figure out who I am anymore. I'm never going to be anyone. I'm always going to exist only when I'm infatuated with someone.

The rest of the time I'm depressed and have no will to continue trying to get up every day and be productive. I'm no one. I'm someone for people to project onto and become exactly what they want and when I can't fit myself into that mold they hate me. They want me gone from their life because I'm hurting them by never being good enough.

What's the point in ever doing anything if all I ever do is be someone else.

[bigbrainbiology]

My Blorbo is back guys <3

[solarwavejuice]

sometimes I get maybe a little too picky about food whens theres basically no other options that are good. But honestly I rather not eat than eat that other thign sometimes. And im okay with that, Ill just starve not that new. okay i might have terrible eating habits

[boyswillbedogz]

shoutout to my mom for projecting her insecurities about being fat making her unattractive onto us! we know youre wrong now but still have panic attacks when we remember we're heavier than we were when we were like ten :)

[screechingchaospotato]

Hello I’m Sorry if this offends you, I’d like you to be my sugar baby just letting you know my intentions Dm if you’re interested...🥰🥰😍

WTFFFFF EVERYBODY GET THIS DUDE IM A MINOR..

[vaguesxrrow]

heya! its me, once more, with a possibly oddly specific request, bc yes

i'd like to request a Dean Winchester (again, i know, he has invaded my brain) x reader, where for a case, they need a distraction, and reader ends up dancing to let Dean and Sam get away before running away themself, [oh, btw, established relationship please] and Dean is just

Dean: "they can dance too?! they're awesome"

Sam: "yeah, great, dude, but we gotta go"

thank you!!

HELLOO AGAIN !! this was so fun to write as usual. im so glad to have u as one of my 'regulars' btw it makes me feel like a rlly cool coffee shop owner :o

dancing queen - dean winchester/reader

a/n: hey look ! i've upgraded to titles !

cws: mild innuendos at the end

wc: 768

tags: humour, gender neutral reader (? they call themself feminine titles bc of the song but they/them pronouns are used)

"dude, seriously?" dean complained as the beginning notes of 'dancing queen' began from sam's phone. "abba!?"

sam rolled his eyes. "they're not bad."

"don't judge, dean," you said. "you can make an exception for dancing queen."

dean grumbled, but settled down at your reprimand. he muttered something sarcastic about this being a 'great soundtrack to kill vamps to', and you giggled at his consternation.

"you should learn to dig the dancing queen, dean," you told him, swaying to the beat and tapping his shoulder in an attempt to liven his mood.

"yeah, dean," sam parroted.

"the only thing i'll be digging is a grave," he deadpanned.

⌦ ---

you were fucked.

you were cornered by three vamps, after yelling at them to divert their attention from the boys to yourself. you felt kind of bad about raiding their nest, because you had learned that they were newly turned. but there was no use reasoning with them now. they wanted your blood.

which is why you were fucked.

sam and dean were looking at you with wide, panicked eyes from behind the three vampires, already having killed the two that were attacking them earlier. dean was still wiping blood off his face.

"uhm." you gulped nervously. “hi.”

your boyfriend and his brother skulked quietly behind, trying to avoid alerting the vamps to their presence a second time. them being them, though, it failed. dean tripped on sam's foot, and they both swore in unison. the monsters whirled around to glare at them, beginning to advance again.

"hey!" you barked at them. they half-turned towards you, as if considering who they should kill first. you needed a distraction so the boys could get away.

one problem, though: you couldn't think of a distraction.

"uhh, shit." you fumbled with your knife, as an idea popped into your mind. a ridiculous idea, but all the just dance you played as a kid had to be for something, right?

and so you began.. dancing. and singing. performing a whole show, really, because hearing sam's hippie music taste was bound to have that effect on people.

"youuu can dance, you can jiiive, having the time of your lii- shit, that's a tricky note - liiiife." you pointed at the vampires, moving your hips and swaying your arms in what you hoped was an accurate copy of the actual moves. you resolutely ignored sam's incredulous gaze and dean's loose jaw, continuing to channel your inner popstar.

"OOOH, see that girl!" you pointed to yourself and mimed an air guitar. okay, this was fun, ignoring the fact that you could die. it was like the dance competitions your parents used to enroll you in, just with judges that would rip you to shreds instead of giving you last place. maybe you should get back into dancing.

from behind the wall of confused vampires, you saw sam tugging dean's arm, murmuring to him about how they 'had to dip, right the fuck now'.

"i was already questioning how [name] agreed to date me, cause look at them, they were badass in that fight, but they can dance too? how awesome is that?" dean hissed back.

you bit back a laugh in favour of belting out the next note and doing the next move. "watch that scene, digging the dancing queen!" you freestyled that part, twirling around.

"yeah, dude, but we still gotta go." sam yanked dean's arm once more, dragging him out and forcing him into a run. you breathed a sigh of relief as they ran out the door.

"hope you enjoyed the show!" you said as you pulled your gun on the vampires, shooting them all in quick succession. you sprinted away, not bothering to check whether they were really dead or not.

when you saw the impala, you slowed to a walk, satisfied that there were no more bloodthirsty monsters chasing you.

dean and sam were engaged in what looked to be a one-sided conversation: dean rambling, and sam staring at his brother with half judgement, half love.

"sammy, i'm telling you, man. a fighter and a dancer?" dean shook his head. "i am one lucky man."

"you enjoy the show?" you asked them as you approached, a bit out of breath.

"hell yeah!" dean exclaimed, giving you a high five and a deep kiss. "that was so cool."

"does that mean you'll start digging the dancing queen?" you teased.

"only if you're the one dancing," he said.

you grinned. "oh, there is so much i could teach you. devil's tango, maybe?" you winked.

sam fake gagged. "okay, gross! i am never playing abba ever again!"

[cece693]

Humanity (Rosalie Hale x M! Vamp Reader)

Just got my computer fixed. Something I wrote some time ago, and may be considered unfinished

Summary: What if Rosalie had been accompanied when Royce attacked her? What if her lover got turned into a vampire, and believed it was for the best to break up with Rosalie due to his new status?

tags: blood, death, vampire transformation, the reader doesn't believe Rosalie would continue to love him as a vampire, open-ended

"Go see her." Carlisle advised again, as if you would magically change your mind this time. You turned away, staring out the window at the endless stretch of forest. You didn’t trust yourself, not around her. Every time you closed your eyes, you were back on that cold street, Rosalie’s hand in yours as Royce stumbled toward you both.

He was drunk, furious, and desperate, demanding Rosalie to return to him. It wasn't out of love, no, it was to soothe his ego; no woman had broken up with him, rejected his advances, and gone for someone he perceived less of his status. When Rosalie denied him once more, and Royce stepped forward, you pushed him away, and in the drunken man's rage, had pulled a knife. A quick flash of steel, a sharp sting, and your own blood pooling in your hands.

Carlisle had found you barely clinging to life, and his decision had been swift. The transformation was agony, but nothing compared to the heartbreak of waking up to a world where you couldn’t offer Rosalie the life she deserved.

You’d decided then to let her go.

She deserved more than what you could give her now—a wedding, a family, the chance to grow old surrounded by grandchildren, and eventually, the peace of a natural death. If it were up to you, the moment you awakened, you would've moved to another city—continent even—but Carlisle prevented it. Your red irises would raise questions, but you knew he was also bidding time in case you changed your mind.

“What’s the point, Carlisle?” you finally asked, your voice low and tired. “Seeing me won’t change what’s been done. And I'm not naive as to believe she'll accept...this."

“She’s lost without you.” Carlisle said softly, but you could hear the urgency beneath his calm demeanor. “You both are.” It was true; from what he had told you, Rosalie had been devastated since the news of your "death" reached her. She had become a shadow of herself, locking herself in her room for days, her sobs echoing through the halls of her family’s home. Even her parents' desperate attempts to match her with another suitor fell flat. She wanted no one else—only you.

And as broken as she was, you were worse. A vampire couldn’t die by conventional means, but that hadn’t stopped you from trying. You had thrown yourself from great heights, hoping that maybe, somehow, the impact would do what nothing else could. You had waded out into the deepest waters, letting yourself sink, waiting for the ocean to claim you. And when those failed, you’d simply stopped feeding, your body wracked with a pain that almost matched the one in your chest.

"She's better off without me."

A heavy silence fell between you both. Carlisle’s patience seemed endless, but even you could tell it was wearing thin. He sighed deeply, a weary sound that spoke of centuries of burdens. “Maybe it’s not your choice to make.”

You turned to him, brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” But before he could answer, you heard it—a heartbeat. You stiffened, your senses snapping to attention.

“Carlisle, what did you do?” Then came the sound of her footsteps—soft but purposeful, echoing through the halls. Each step sent a jolt of panic through you, your instincts screaming at you to run, to put distance between yourself and what was coming.

“She deserves to make her own decisions.” Carlisle said quietly, moving past you to open the door.

You didn’t turn around. You couldn’t. Even without looking, her scent flooded your senses, more vivid than you remembered—fresh rain, soft roses, and something uniquely hers, something you could never forget. Your throat burned as venom pooled in your mouth, a stark reminder of the monster you’d become.

This was why you stayed away—why you refused to see her. You couldn’t trust yourself, couldn’t guarantee you wouldn’t hurt her. She deserved better than this dangerous temptation, better than the hollow existence you could offer. Carlisle excused himself, providing you both with some semblance of privacy, but you knew he would be listening. He had faith in your blood control, but accidents always occur.

“Why won’t you look at me?”

Her question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her pain. You could hear the strain in her voice, the tears she was trying so hard to hold back.

“I’m not who you remember.” If you faced her now, she’d see everything—the darkness, the hunger, the inhuman red of your eyes.“I’m not the person you loved.”

“Then let me see who you are now.” she countered, her voice stronger this time, laced with determination. “Don’t I deserve that much?”

A surge of emotion broke through your defenses, and despite everything, you found yourself turning to face her. The moment your eyes met, the world seemed to stop. Rosalie stood there, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes wide and filled with an overwhelming mix of emotions—relief, pain, anger, and something else, love.

Rosalie's breath hitched as she took in your appearance: your crimson eyes, the paleness of your skin, but you were still you. The man she'd fallen in love with.

"I’ve been in hell since you left." she said, taking a step forward. "I mourned you, cursed the world for taking you away from me. But now you're alive, and you expect me to just walk away? To forget?"

"Yes, I'm dangerous now. One wrong move—a moment of weakness—and I'll hurt you."

"You won't." Rosalie promised, taking a determined step closer. Her voice was steady, filled with a confidence that you could only wish you shared. But the reality of your situation loomed large, the danger too real to ignore. You couldn’t afford to let her get any closer—not when every instinct in your body screamed to protect her from yourself.

In a flash, you moved to the other side of the room, putting as much distance between you as possible. You watched her closely, the slight widening of her eyes betraying the fear she tried so hard to hide. It cut deep, but it was necessary. She needed to understand.

"I can’t give you the life you want—children, growing old, a normal marriage, grandchildren. Nothing." You hissed, your voice trembling with a mix of frustration and anguish. "This isn’t a life I’m going to subject you to. Not if I have a say in it."

Rosalie’s face hardened, the pain of your words clashing with her stubborn determination. “You don’t get to decide what I can or can’t have.” she snapped, her voice rising with defiance. “You don’t get to take away my choices. I want you! Why is that so hard for you to comprehend?”

"Because I don't want it." you admitted, your voice raw with vulnerability. "I’m scared that you’ll come to realize that this—” you gestured vaguely to yourself, to the shadows that clung to you, “—is not what you think it is. That you’ll see the truth of what I’ve become and hate me for it. I can’t bear the thought of you hating me, Rosalie. I can’t bear losing you like that.”

Her eyes softened, the intensity of her defiance shifting to something gentler, more understanding. “You think I haven’t already seen you, all of you?” she asked quietly, taking a step closer. “I know what you’ve become, and I still want to be with you. I’m not afraid of the darkness that’s part of you. I’m afraid of losing you because you’re too afraid to let me in.”

You were silent, struggling to find the right words to respond, the weight of your fears pressing heavily on your chest. The idea of Rosalie coming to hate you was a nightmare you couldn’t fully escape, a specter haunting every corner of your mind. And yet, here she was, standing before you with nothing but love and determination in her eyes.

“You’re not a monster.” she said firmly. “You’re someone I love deeply, someone who’s hurting and needs me just as much as I need you.”

You remained planted on the other side of the room. Your mind was fighting with your heart. You wanted Rosalie, but the risk was too high...she was still a human. Weak. A temptation to the beast now inhabiting you. Could you accept her love when it might soon turn the tide and leave you grieving?

[mx-werebat]

Our filter tag list

// pt: our filter tag list //

This is going to be a list of things that I respectfully ask my mutuals to filter tag, whether it be in respective tags, or in tags that mutuals made for me to filter things out. Those tags are #batty please ignore this, and #tagging for vamp.

// pt: This is going to be a list of things that I respectfully ask my mutuals to filter tag, whether it be in respective tags, or in tags that mutuals made for me to filter things out. Those tags are #batty please ignore this, and #tagging for vamp. //

You don't have to use both the tags! We understand they're a mouthful, only one or the other will suffice.

None of this is forced, but absolutely encouraged.

// pt: None of this is forced, but absolutely encouraged. //

Last updated September 21st, 2024

Ula's Tag List / Laura's Tag List

Reblog bait - Posts along the lines of "reblog if you support [insert thing]", "reblog if you're not [insert horrible thing]", etc. Essentially anything that makes you feel pressured to reblog. Can't tell? Maybe put one just in case.

Vague posting about others

Any ship art that features Draculaura

Anything related to Steven (Steven Universe)'s trauma due to our Pearl fictive being triggered by it

Fatphobia and the word "ob*se"

Discourse

Eating disorder posts

Any mentions of stuffed animal harm.

Draculaura x Reader posts

Any mentions of Greg x Pearl, as per request of our Pearl fictive and instated by Ula.

The queer term "bat", as we have a personal problem with it due to our narcissism

Demonic art - anything that's "demonic" and is meant to purposely invoke fear. Normal demons don't count, don't worry! We have paranoia sometimes and that can trigger it.

Anything that could cause body dysmorphia - This is a more personalized thing, however I do also ask mutuals to use their best judgement.

The things I've noticed that cause body dysmorphia for me are: furry art of plus-sized cows and plus-sized anthropomorphic cows in general, suggestive things about fat people, and fatphobic things that were talked about above. There could be more, and if there is, I'll definitely add them.

Omegaverse and Misceverse related content

Alluding to romance or sexual implications with vampires

Monsterfucker content

Dead bats - This includes (but is not limited to): bat carcasses, dead bats in frames, bat taxidermy, skulls, skeletons, wet specimens, and anything alluding to the death of a bat. Dull reminder that bat taxidermy is unethical and I will block you if you own bat taxidermy and constantly post about it.

// pt: dull reminder that bat taxidermy is unethical and I will block you if you own bat taxidermy and constantly post about it. //

Vampire hate

Trolls / anon hate

Tag games - we usually feel excluded when we ourselves aren't tagged and it can make us feel really bad.

This list is always subject to change. If you're unsure of what to filter tag, feel free to check on this post every so often. It will be linked on the introduction post.

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[sebuckyverse]

for a good time, call [2]

modern!rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

series summary: Eddie Munson is a burnt out rockstar, touring the country. When he finds a phone number written on a bathroom wall, he strikes an unusual friendship with a coffee shop barista who has no idea who he is.

warnings: 18+ cussing, m!masturbation, eddie jerks off, smoking, flirting, pining kinda, a cliffhanger, strangers to friends to lovers word count: 3,3k

an: part 2 guys! i hope you like it. don't forget to reblog or leave a comment :p don't come at me for the ending x_x ps! some of you couldn't be tagged :( say hi to Robin's lover @ceriseheaven

chapter one ♫ masterlist

chapter two ♫♪♩·..·

Eddie woke up to his phone buzzing continuously on his nightstand. Blinking the sleep away from his eyes, he reaches over to grab the device, the blue light far too bright for how early it still was, the digits on his homescreen reading 6.14am. He had three missed calls from his manager and two from his drummer. Eddie sat up on the bed and begrudgingly called his manager back.

''Where the hell are you, Munson?'' his manager, James, heckled.

''Good morning to you too,'' Eddie yawned.

''We had agreed to a meeting 15 minutes ago.''

Oh, Eddie remembered. It would be a lie to say he accidentally forgot to set an alarm. Who holds meetings this early anyway. ''Look man, I overslept. I'm tired and I don't want to meet. You can say whatever you want, right here.''

James huffed and puffed on the other side, before relenting. ''Ed, we need to discuss the future. Tour's about to end and we need to announce something sooner or later.''

Eddie could feel his nostrils flare. ''There is nothing to announce. Every normal artist takes a break after a big tour.''

''Well, you're not exactly normal, Eddie.'' Ouch, Eddie has a quick flashback to his high school days. ''Besides, you signed a contract with management for 60 shows this year. We're only half way there. That means, you need to do more shows later in the year.''

''I'm not doing shit. I'm burnt the fuck out, I need a break.'' Eddie bit back, his other fist clenched on his side.

''That sucks, but this is the business. You can take a break after you fulfill your contract, that was the deal and you know that. I'll have the team send out an announcement that the tour is extended.''

Eddie felt helpless, driven to a corner. He knew the contract he signed and the penalties that come with it if he broke it. That's not something he thought about when he put his signature on the paper - this was his dream, what he was born to do. The more time passed, the more bits and pieces of him went missing. Everybody wanted something, needed something from him. No one thought about what Eddie might need. If he was tired, he was being offered drugs to vamp up his system, get him going again. If he was lonely, there was a line of girls (and guys) outside his dressing room. He indulged in it for a while, but soon that wasn't enough either.

''Whatever, man.'' Eddie hung up the phone and stared at the screen, the light illuminating his sunken eyes, the heavy bags under his eyes. Almost in a haze, Eddie found himself searching up Wayne's number from his contacts and clicking call. The line rang a few times until it clicked. It was silent at first, until Eddie heard the distinctly gruff voice of his uncle, instantly filling him with warmth and the obvious guilt.

''Ed? That you?'' Wayne's voice was low, like he had just woken up which might have been the case, Eddie didn't even think about what time it was in Indiana.

''Y-yeah. Shit, I'm sorry, I-I didn't think about the time difference. Fuck you were probably sleeping, shit, we can talk later, I can-'' Eddie was rambling, embarrassed. It was awkward, he hadn't spoken to his uncle in months.

''Stop, stop. It's fine. Are you all right?'' Wayne interrupted before his nephew ended the call, losing him again.

''Yeah, of course.'' Eddie lied, and Wayne knew that but he didn't want to push too much. ''J-just wanted to check in, I guess.''

''Have you been getting my messages?''

''I have, yeah. Been busy, you know...'' Eddie replied quietly, his voice shaking. He wanted to explode, tell Wayne everything, he would know what to do. He always did. But Eddie wasn't ready to hear the truth yet.

''Are you sure you're alright, son? You don't sound like yourself.''

Eddie panicked. ''Yeah, definitely. Living the dream, eh? Look I, um, have to go. It was good to hear your voice though.''

''Ed, don't hang up-''

''Talk to you soon, bye!'' Eddie hung up the call and let the phone drop from his hands like it had burnt him. He walked over to the minibar and fetched a mini size tequila, downing it in one go, hoping the burn in his throat would distract him from the ache in his heart.

.•♫•♬•

It had been a fairly quiet day at work so far. Robin was currently attending to customers, taking their orders while you were sweeping tables and cleaning up the empty coffee cups, bringing them to the back and loading them into the dishwasher. It was only the two of you at the café today.

Robin joined you in the back, keeping an eye out for the front as well. ''Hey, I have a favor to ask.''

''Shoot,'' you shot back where you were arranging the cups in the machine.

''I was wondering if you could close by yourself today. Cherry's taking me to a concert today. It's a few hours away and we might be late if we don't leave sooner.'' Robin looked at you with pleading eyes. Normally, you wouldn't agree so easily, but considering the lack of business today, you figured it wouldn't be too much hassle. Cherry was Robin's... friend. They've really hit it off since meeting at the bar four days ago and to her credit, she did drag both of your asses home that night, so bonus points for that. It probably won't be too long until one of them gets on with it to make it official. From what you've heard from Robin, Cherry is super fun, adventurous, funny and can't keep her hands to herself, which you could've lived without knowing to be honest.

''Ooh, is this your first proper date?'' you smirk, getting up and leaning against the machine.

Robin's cheeks flush pink. ''Yes. I'm really excited!''

''Hmm. Of course you can go, I can finish up here myself. Next time you have to introduce us though, I mean properly. When I'm not wasted.''

''Thank you! I will!'' Robin pulls you into a crushing hug, smacking a kiss to your forehead.

''What concert are you going to, anyway?'' you ask when she pulls away to gather her things, ripping her apron off.

''I actually don't know, it's some rock or metal concert. Not my style, you know that.''

''Well, have fun!'' you shout after her, watching her leave through the back door. Thankfully it was only an hour 'til closing time, so you made your way back to the front and kept yourself busy until then. At one point, your phone vibrated with a new message in your pocket. You were surprised to see it was from your new friend with a fake name, Kirk.

06.37pm - Kirk ''Hi. How are you?''

06.38pm - Kiwi ''I'm good, thanks. What about you?''

06.38pm - Kirk ''I'm fine. Sorry I've been MIA, it's work.''

06.38pm - Kiwi ''That's okay :) What do you do anyway?''

It takes a couple of minutes for him to reply, making you wonder if you didn't scare him off somehow. That didn't seem like too personal of a question, you thought.

06.42pm - Kirk ''I work in entertainment.''

Well that was vague, that could mean anything.

06.42pm - Kiwi ''Are you a porn star? I've always wanted to meet one, I have so many questions.''

06.43pm - Kirk ''Not that kind of entertainment, sorry. What kind of questions though?''

06.44pm - Kiwi ''I'd rather not say. Do you enjoy what you do, though?''

06.46pm - Kirk ''I used to.''

06.47pm - Kiwi ''What changed?''

06.48pm - Kirk ''A lot of things, some that I wasn't prepared for.''

06.49pm - Kirk ''Listen, I have to go. It's work. I'll text you again in a few hours?''

06.50pm - Kiwi ''Sure.''

.•♫•♬•

Eddie was sitting in a car after the show, going back to the hotel. His hands were still clammy for playing guitar for 1,5 hours and his hair was sticking to his face. His eyes were closed as he focused on the motion of the vehicle moving. It didn't take long until he reached the hotel where he would be staying for tonight and climbed out, dragging his duffel bag over his tense shoulder and sauntered to the front desk.

Filling in his contact info, the brunette behind the counter batting his eyelashes when handing him his room card. ''Room 412, mr. Munson. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask.''

Eddie gave the girl a tight lipped smile and grabbed his key card. ''Thank you.''

As he was standing in the elevator, he thought about how the girl at the front desk was basically offering herself to him yet it made him feel nothing. It was a scary thought. Was he this far gone? He couldn't remember the last time he had sex, or jacked off. The exact same time the elevator dinged when reaching his floor, like a lightbulb going off, Eddie realized that the only positive feelings or thoughts he's had in months, have come from interacting with you.

Reaching his room, Eddie threw his bag next to the door and kicked off his boots. He shrugged off his clothes, a trail of fabrics leading from he door to the bathroom. He took a quick shower and strolled to his bed, plopping onto the fresh sheets butt naked and dug through his jeans for a pack of cigarettes, fumbling around until the found the singular joint he had stuffed in with the regular smokes. He lit the joint and took a slow drag, humming to the familiar tangy taste, letting the effects of the drug engulf his overused brain.

Eddie sat on the bed in complete silence, eyes closed. He could only hear the water dripping from his shower. Opening his eyes, he didn’t have to cast a look down to see that he was hard, stiff cock nestled against the tiny pudge of his stomach. Which was to be expected, getting high always made him horny. It’s why he’s cut back recently too, horny or not, he just wasn’t interested in fucking random people anymore and his fist wasn’t doing it for him either.

Right now, however, he couldn’t ignore the ache in his groin. With a sigh, Eddie dropped on his back, feet anchored to the carpeted floor. Wrapping a tentative fist around himself, he gave a couple tugs to test the waters. It sent shivers down his spine, so he continued. Letting go for a moment to spit into his palm, Eddie pumped himself harder, squeezing at the base then running his thumb over the slit, rubbing his pre-cum over the head. His chest was heaving, eyes shut as sparks of pleasure washed over him. He moaned into the silence as the pressure in his belly became too much too quick and sparks soared into a flame as he came all over his fist and abdomen, thick thighs shaking in the process.

.•♫•♬•

You were now back at your apartment, scanning the cupboards for the forgotten pack of Oreos you know you had somewhere. Cursing under your breath, you settled on a glass of white wine and made your way back to your bathroom where the steaming bubblebath was waiting for you to jump in. You set your glass on the closed toilet seat where you could reach it and dropped your towel to climb in the water. You relaxed your head against the edge, your hair held up high and hummed along to the music you set up from your speaker.

It took about ten minutes before your phone dinged with a new message. At this hour, there was only one person who would be texting you - unless it was Robin with an emergency. But it wasn’t her.

01.12am - Kirk “Hey, you still up?”

01.12am - Kiwi “Yep, I’m taking a bath.”

01.13am - Kirk “This late?”

01.14am - Kiwi “I do it all the time when I don’t work the next day. It’s a routine.”

01.14am - Kirk “That’s cool. How was your day?”

01.14am - Kiwi “Slow, you?”

“01.15am - Kirk “Hectic. What do you do for work, by the way?”

01.15am - Kiwi “I’m a barista at a coffee shop.”

01.15am - Kirk “Make a mean espresso then?”

01.15am - Kiwi “Oh yeah, you should try it.”

The wine was making you a bit more forward than usual. He didn’t seem to mind, though.

01.16am - Kirk “Would love to. Tell me something about yourself.”

01.16am - Kiwi “Like what?”

01.17am - Kirk “Anything.”

You thought about it for a moment, almost dropping your phone in the water as the steamy air made your hands clammy.

01.19am - Kiwi “I’m an Aquarius, my favorite fruit is kiwi (surprising I’m sure) and my chosen past time is readying smutty books. Your turn!”

01.20am - Kirk “I was raised by my uncle and I love reading too, but I’m too scared to ask what smutty means.”

01.20am - Kiwi “Don’t even worry about it. Raised by your uncle, he sounds like a great man.”

01.21am - Kirk “He is. Where do you live?”

01.22am - Kiwi “Not sure I should be telling a stranger.”

01.22am - Kirk “I thought we were friends? :(“

01.23am - Kiwi “Fine, but don’t come kidnapping me. I live in New York.”

01.24am - Kirk “Despite my kidnapper look, I’m more of a wine and dine guy.”

01.25am - Kiwi “I might be into the kidnapper look.”

Oh shit, was that too forward?

01.27am - Kirk “Really? People used to call me horrible names because of my look.”

01.28am - Kiwi “I’m sorry, what did they call you? No pressure.”

01.28am - Kirk “Mostly just freak.”

01.29am - Kiwi “Well, I like freaky, so..”

01.30am - Kirk “I might have to test that.”

You were surprised how easily you fell into flirting with a complete stranger to be honest. You kept switching between talking about random stuff and flirting. You learned that he was kind of a nerd in high school, he used to play some board game you didn’t know and he confessed that his favorite band is Metallica (didn’t take a genius to figure that out). You told him about your childhood cat that went missing one night, how you started your job as a barista and what your favorite cocktail is. You thought about asking him about calling instead, as texting was pretty tiring but decided to leave that for another time.

You came out of your bubble when you noticed the water had gone cold, your wine glass sitting empty on the tile next to the tub. You wished Eddie a good night and promised to text him tomorrow. You quickly dried off, chuckling at your wrinkly fingers and toes and put on a pair of comfortable panties, jumping under the covers. Your eyes were at half mast but the sleep didn’t come yet. You were still thinking about Kirk, rubbing your thighs together simply at the memory of him. This hole thing was so unusual, you knew some things about him now, but had no idea what he looked like or what his real name was. You had a picture in your head, but it was vague. You didn’t imagine his face or his body, but more his aura, his energy. It might sound extremely naïve, but he gave off good vibes and he made you feel nice. As you finally drifted off to sleep, it was to the thoughts of him only.

When you woke up the next morning, the skies were gray and rain was tapping against your windows. That turned your original plans of taking a walk later today upside down. You checked the time on your phone, where it read nearly 11am with a good morning text.

09.16am - Kirk ''Good morning, I hope you have a good day. Let me know what you get up to :)''

You'd text him back later, as the grumbling of your stomach was a more pressing issue at the moment.

Once you were stuffed full of eggs, bacon and a glass of apple juice, you decided to do some fall shopping. You visited your go-to stores and ended your day in your favorite bookstore, sitting in the small café area sipping chamomile tea and taking a bite out of a chocolate croissant. Then you remembered you had an unanswered text.

2.14pm - Kiwi ''Hey, sorry for the late reply. Promise I didn't forget you!''

2.18pm - Kirk ''Good, I was starting to get worried.''

2.19pm - Kiwi ''Why, you miss me already? 😉''

2.20pm - Kirk ''Yes.''

You swallowed thickly at his admission. It was weird that he missed you, you didn't even know each other's names. It was weird that you were unashamedly flirted with him. It was weird, because you didn't mind it all. And it was definitely weird, that your tummy fluttered. You blamed it on the tea.

2.22pm - Kirk ''I'm sorry if that freaked you out. I like talking to you, a lot.''

2.23pm - Kiwi ''Don't apologize, I like talking to you, too. What would you think about calling?''

.•♫•♬•

Eddie knew this would come eventually, he had even thought about it himself. He was prepared for it, yet when the question came, he froze. He was rigid, like he was standing on cracked ice and he might fall in any second. He'd just come back from a radio interview, where he was grilled about any updates he might have. With a sour taste in his mouth and the fakest smile he could muster, he announced more tour dates and listed the name of cities they were going to play.

He'd grown more comfortable with you, texting you took his mind off everything else, it was something he was looking forward to more and more every day. He'd also be a liar if he said that you in a bathtub didn't spawn some inappropriate thoughts in his head. You seemed to enjoy his online company too. But what if you recognized him as soon as you heard his voice? Not that he was so presumptuous to assume everybody knew him or his music. What if you'd go googling his name? There are definitely things on there that he regrets doing, most of them even, and things that weren't true.

He was tempted to hear your voice, though. He chose to be honest.

2.30pm - Kirk ''I'm scared.''

2.30pm - Kiwi ''Of what? We don't have to, if you don't want.''

2.31pm - Kirk ''I do want to, really. I'm just kind of.. known.''

Eddie despised the word 'famous' or any other form of that.

2.32pm - Kiwi ''Are you famous?''

Cringe.

2.33pm - Kirk ''Kind of.''

2.35pm - Kiwi ''Are you scared that I might recognize you?''

2.36pm - Kirk ''Yes, I've done some things I'm not proud of.''

2.37pm - Kiwi ''I don't care about that. I know nothing about the celebrity world, so I probably wouldn't recognize you anyway (no offence).''

Eddie chuckled, he felt a bit better about this now.

2.38pm - Kirk ''None taken.''

2.40pm - Kirk ''Can I call you tonight?''

.•♫•♬•

You were lounging on your bed, legs crossed at the ankles with a new book you'd bought earlier sitting on your lap. You had been reading the same page for the last 15 minutes, your eyes sneaking looks at your phone, face down on the bed, taunting you. Thank God you didn't have to go to work tomorrow either, it was almost 2am.

You were waiting for his call. You figured you still had a few minutes to spare, putting your book down and swinging your legs over the side of your bed. Then the phone rang, your heart almost bursting out of your chest. You turned back and flipped your phone, seeing his fake name across the screen. You picked it up, the device vibrating violently.

''Hello?''

[sheisraging]

After a lengthy debate with the finest of minds, it seemed like a good idea to put this into a poll, so, for fellow Vampire Chronicles fans: They couldn't have sex in the books, but on the show and in fic, they obviously do, and often.

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IWTV S2 Ep6 Musings - Loumand's Power Imbalance: RANT (Spoilers)

I'm seeing so many trash takes in the tags and it's driving me nuts.

Armand 👏 Made 👏 His 👏 CHOICE! 👏

The show said it TWICE, and yet I still see a plethora of braindead takes about Armand/Arun being "forced" by "Maitre/pimp!Louis" to do things. 🤦

Like, ISTG we're clearly not watching the same show, y'all.

Since when did Louis being a pimp or asserting "dominance" or other delusions of grandeur get him anywhere or give him anything that wasn't immediately taken away again by people with ACTUAL power? Louis NEVER had any real power to begin with!

Lou couldn't even convince some schmuck art dealer to buy his effing photos! He couldn't even convince his own boyfriend/companion to make a dang baby with him! Come on, y'all--what POWER (control, influence, effectiveness, coercion, sway) has Louis ever actually had!?!?

Sure, Lou owned all those businesses--and every single one got shut down by the government's Ordinances (via the city council the Alderman & Tom Anderson were board members on). Sure, Lou had money & paid all the bills at DPDL Estate, but his mother had the power to badmouth him so bad that his own nieces never wanted to be around him, and Levi took his place as Florence's son--"you're not welcome in this home!" Sure, Lou's a big bad vamp w/ super strength "remember what I did to that door, Grace?," but Grace was the one who told him to "get out!;" "mah sistah buried me aliiiiive~!" Sure, he was "Daddy" Lou, but when Claudia ran away he couldn't do eff all to stop her or make her come back till SHE decided to come back. Sure, Lou said he was "equals in the quiet dark," but Lestat always had the final say--he's even testifying to an entire judge & jury in the court case that's gonna get Claudia killed & Louis LITERALLY buried alive--cuz ARMAND MADE A DEAL WITH SANTIAGO & THE COVEN & LESTAT! Everyone's making moves w/out Lou having a EFFING clue.

Y'all really think Armand just stood there & let Santiago kidnap Lou's family cuz LOUIS turned Armand into his slave!; or cuz LOUIS had some unfair advantage over Armand?!

Episode 7 was given its title for a frikkin REASON, y'all.

Armand claimed he "couldn't prevent it." Armand. The 500 year old vampire so powerful that HE was the only one in the coven who could set vampires on frikkin fire, and was the ONLY one who could freeze entire rooms full of people AND VAMPIRES.

Somehow, Armand's suddenly SO powerless, SO helpless, SO DOMINATED, that couldn't stop those SAME vampires from abducting his beloved companion ("I want you more than anything in the world") and his daughters? PLEASE.

Coven Master Armand CHOPPED OFF NICKI'S HANDS when he got TIRED of dealing with a mentally ill guy whom LESTAT left him with! Sound familiar!? Only this time it's not Louis' HANDS--it's his DAUGHTERS!

ARMAND WANTS THOSE TWO WENCHES GONE GIRL! He sold them down the frikkin river; and in return was able to guarantee that Louis wouldn't be killed right alongside them, merely buried alive so Armand could dig him up later; "eternity in a box."

Armand passively shut the door and stood by as the coven burned Claudia (after Armand had chopped her HEAD off & sewed it on an adult's body)--and only made his move once all the sentences had been meted out; cuz in classic Armand fashion: HE LET IT HAPPEN.

ARMAND WANTED THAT WHOLE COVEN GONE, GIRL! He's done this crap before! WITH LESTAT!

And Armand was busy wheeling & dealing with Lestat, too!

Lest only complied--COMPLICIT--cuz he'd been starved, delirious & hurt; and Armand tricked him into thinking he could/would help. Les threw Claudia under the bus to protect Lou, but was still horrified that she'd been killed, cuz ARMAND could've prevented it--his fledglings shouldn't've been held to the Great Laws in the first place!

This is a MASSIVE game Armand's playing--the whole point of his gaslighting's that he throws the same thing he does back in ppl's faces to throw them off his scent, "to protect me, from YOU, Mr. Molloy...from my shame...my cowardice." He hides behind illusions--not just with the Mind/Spell Gift, but also through the veneer of innocence: a black-winged devil with the innocent face of a cherub.

People are SO blinded by the mean Black man (whom they don't even like ANYWAY) Dom'ing Armand (FOR SHOW, btw!); and equally distracted by their failure to even parse Armand's birthname Arun (I don't see any of y'all saying Amadeo was book!Armand's "slave name," and I DEFINITELY don't see any of y'all saying ANDREI was his slave name, either!); that they've totally missed how Loumand plotted TOGETHER to concede power to Santiago and "give" him the Theatre--thoroughly ignorant of the fact that Santiago was already being called Maitre by the whole effing coven--he'd already won his coup!

You can't give someone something you never had, Louis!

And their plot was for ARMAND'S BENEFIT; so they could get rid of Santiago, destabilize/dismantle the coven so they'd scatter (just like Lestat caused them to do); and so Armand could decide if he wanted to stay Maitre or not--LETTING ARMAND CHOOSE what HE wanted to do with HIS coven and THEIR lives. Lest we forget: vamps don't just LEAVE covens--in the books, after Les ruined the Paris coven, Armand didn't just LET them leave--he set them on FIRE and KILLED THEM; just like Louis would do--as Armand sat back and LET IT HAPPEN.

He knew Lou'd go ballistic; AMC!Armand even TAUGHT Louis the Fire Gift; literally handing Louis the tools with which to destroy his coven for good!

This show constantly emphasizes the POWER Armand held over Louis & Claudia (& Madeleine)'s lives; and his autonomy, agency & authority over them; despite the roleplay Loumand was up to as they SWITCHED positions; cuz Armand FAILED at running the coven.

All Armand wanted was to be with Louis, but Lou kept dragging Claudia (& Lestat) with him. So Armand was tryna get rid of them--he's Sleeping in Claudia's coffin, cuz he wants to take HER spot; "it's BLISS!"--and he overplayed his hand.

Louis couldn't even kill himself in peace without Armand interfering--cuz at the end of the day, it's not up to Louis what he wants or does. Armand PRETENDS to be Louis servant, "Rashid," his subby bottom boy, cuz Armand WANTS to go along with it all--too shameful for his COMPLICIT culpability; and too scared to live alone.

I saw people saying "the victim became the victimizer; cycles of abuse; etc etc," like omfg--how is THIS man Louis' victim!?

I've said it before though: Armand genuinely loves Louis, and has good intentions. But let's not pretend Armand's some innocent bystander to Louis' schemes, ffs!