(Late) httyd anniversary screencap study pt. 2 <3 + process video! (I never show mine cuz they’re full of chem equations and jumpscares but this one is ok <3)
I’m assuming my period skipped this month because two medical emergencies that put your body into crisis will do that to you but damned if the Christian trauma of the virgin birth doesn’t linger in the back of my head going “but what if…”
vampire au where they can only drink the blood type they were before they were turned. other blood has an almost poisonous effect, burning them from within like acid and drinking too much of it can kill them
in the old days, before the knowledge of blood types, it made humans they could feed on absolutely precious. they're kept safe, pampered and doted on; a vampire’s most prized possession
attacking another vampire's human is seen as the highest insult; not only is it a slight against them, it also carries the implication of "i want you to starve"
it's also used as the cruelest of punishments; starving a vampire for months, until they're feral with hunger just for their torturer to throw in a random human, watching them desperately suck down poison, their instincts begging them to keep drinking even as it kills them
ghost is one of the few who survived it; thrown in a pit so deep, he saw stars in the middle of the day, left with nothing but the dried bodies of the humans roba drained without care, others with their throats slit, blood he can't drink spilled out around them
a taunt of the one thing he needs but will never get
but ghost hasn't survived this long just to give up here
he refuses to die in this stinking, rotted pit
ghost is a force of nature as he descends over roba's manor; killing any who wander into his path until the halls run red. until he gets his hands on roba and tells him a secret:
vampires can feed on the blood of any vampire, regardless of blood type
it becomes a legend in vampire high society; if you starve another, you'd best make sure they actually die
otherwise you might end up piled in a dining room, the vampire you left for dead lounging on a throne of corpses with his fangs lodged in your throat
ghost decimates roba's empire, burning it to the ground until no one dares to speak his name in fear of incurring his wrath. it's incredibly taboo for a vampire to feed off another but ghost's too powerful for anyone to challenge him and the other vampires are too scared to try. scared of what he's willing to do, the lengths he'll go to; not that they'll ever admit it
soap is the first human he ever brings to court; delicately bathed in the finest silks and jewels, his throat always bare so he can show off ghost's ownership, his bite framed in lace
he's not like the delicate waifs the other vampires show off; he doesn't cling to his master, demure and submissive. he shows off his teeth as often as any vampire, fully willing to rip out the throats of any who insult him or ghost
someone asked for minish cap and i was like . ohhh that sounds fun ^.^ and then i finally sat down to draw it and blacked out for (checks watch) a number of hours
Haven’t been doing much recently but here are some little doodles! started out as practice with side views and then i just started having fun with lighting haha
college au, sfw. facetiming impatient luffy to arrange date plans.
luffy doesn’t understand why or how it takes you so long to get ready.
“huh? you said your lecture ends at two.”
you huff— it was always like this. he never seemed to give any thought as to how long it would take for you to walk across campus and drive home, or consider that you’d have to speak to your professor after class, or even just the amount of time it would take for you to unpack your bag and grab the things you need to go on a date with him. “yeah,” you nod, “but i have to shower and get ready, silly.”
your eyes narrow at your screen when his head tilts so very innocently, his own confused eyes staring right back at you. “so i can stop by at 2:30?”
“no,” there’s a little sigh from you. “i’ll still be driving home at 2:30, luffy.”
regardless, you know deep down that he means well. he’s always too excited to spend time with you— too excited to wait an hour or two longer, at least. you love him and his flexible schedule dearly, but not enough to willingly go back outside without a shower and a change of clothes first.
“man,” he scratches an itch on his head, “that’s too complicated.” there’s a short pause before he perks up again. “i’ll just be at your place at two!— wanna watch you get ready!”
you rub your temples. this wasn’t the first time, so you already know what to expect next. the first few minutes, it always starts with him sitting on your bed, excitedly bouncing up and down as he watches you pack your things.
in five minutes, he’s staring at your ceiling.
in ten minutes, he’s laying down on your floor starfish style, giggling as you complain about how the floor is dirty and he shouldn’t lay on it.
and in fifteen minutes, he’s fast asleep, mouth ajar to snore loudly beside you.