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lesbiankimdahyun · 1 year ago

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Karina(g!p) meeting at a Halloween party(she’s dressed as a slutty vampire) and reader is dressed as an angel. They’ve been eyeing each other all night and eventually end up in the bathroom with reader bent over the sink and Karina fucking her from behind

happy halloween, anon!!

Corrupting an angel

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CW: g!p, alcohol

[GP!Karina x F!Reader]

You could hear the steady pounding of bass from outside of the large brownstone apartment complex. There was no need to double check to make sure you had the right address— the music and shadows of partygoers in the fourth story windows confirmed you had arrived.

You hesitated for a moment, but then your roommate Ryujin tugged at your arm and you followed her up to the door. She hit the buzzer so you two could be let in, finally out of the cold, late autumn air.

As the two of you bounded up the steps, your nerves got the best of you.

“Ryujin, promise me you won’t abandon me in there?” you asked.

Your short-haired friend laughed. “Of course not,” she said, turning to smile reassuringly at you. “Don’t worry too much, you’ve actually met some of the people here! And I’ll introduce you to anyone you don’t know.”

Ryujin was right— once inside, you realized you did recognize a few faces. Her closest friends Lia, Yeji, Yuna and Chaeryeong were already there.

You couldn’t help but giggle at Lia’s costume. She was a big, bright red strawberry. She looked absolutely adorable, even when she accidentally bumped into people and walls. The rest were dressed as matching skeletons.

The two of you made your way over to the group, and before either one of you could ask, Chaeryeong sighed. “We tried to get Lia to go in on the skeleton costumes with us,” she said, “but she insisted on being a goofy, oversized strawberry.”

Lia rolled her eyes. She tried to cross her arms, but the costume was too bulky and she couldn’t. It only made her look cuter.

“Hey! I didn’t know the costume was going to be this big! Can we drop it already?”

The rest of the group broke out into conversation, but you couldn’t really focus on it, distracted by the sights of the party.

You’d forgotten to ask whose apartment this even was, but whoever was renting it, it looked stunning. The large space, complete with crown moulding, rounded arch hallways and exposed brick walls, was perfectly decorated for Halloween. Orange and purple string lights lined the perimeter of the ceiling, fake cobwebs were meticulously placed along the corners of windows, and there were jack-o-lanterns, real ones with tiny candles inside illuminating them, on the living room coffee table along with fake skull caps full of candy. Tall, skinny black candles lined bookshelves, a string of black paper bats shared wall space with fake, bloody claw marks running along them.

Lia bumped into you suddenly, bringing you back to earth.

“Sorry!” she said to you and the other girl she’d accidentally collided with.

You glanced over to see the other girl pat Lia’s costume reassuringly. She was dressed as a vampire. Not the Nosferatu kind, though. You felt a wave of warmth rush over you. She was hot, stupidly hot, as was her costume.

Your eyes wandered slowly over her deep red sequined corset and its revealingly low sweetheart neckline. A pair of black booty shorts covered hardly anything other than her ass, but the simple black cloak she wore over her corset helped a little. A pair of fishnets and knee high, lace up platform boots completed the look. The ends of her hair were dyed a similar deep red color, and her long acrylics were stunning– black coffin shaped nails for the occasion.

The vampire’s eyes only registered Lia for a fraction of a second. The next moment, they were on you.

You swallowed hard, quickly looking back up to meet her eye. Her gaze was intense, and so was the brief onceover she gave you before she finally turned around and walked back to her friend group without saying a word.

By the time you recovered from the vampire, the conversation happening around you had already picked back up.

“I’ll be right back,” you said to Ryujin, excusing yourself.

You made your way down the hall into the kitchen. Some of the drink options were Halloween themed, like the cauldrons full of spiked spider cider and dark purple witches brew punch, swirling with edible silver glitter. A few handles of hard liquor and mixers, as well as beer were available, but you weren’t really in the mood to taste your alcohol.

After pouring yourself a cup full of the witches brew punch, you paused for a moment to glance around at the rest of the people at the party.

The attendees had gone all out in their costumes, too. Ryujin had warned you beforehand that anyone who wasn’t in costume wouldn’t be let in, so as much as you didn’t care for dressing up, you had to admit, the costume rule made for an even better party. You hoped some of the more impressive costumes would distract from your own. You’d felt confident in it before you left, but now felt exposed.

It was Ryujin who suggested you go as an angel when you fretted about finding a costume. “Keep it simple,” she had said. “It’s just one color.”

“I don’t know,” you had said once you tried on the pieces she’d found for you. “This feels damn near like, genuinely sacrilegious.”

The halo headband was cute. It was the rest of your costume that definitely wouldn’t be allowed in any real church: white thigh high stockings with chunky white heels, white satin shorts, a matching satin halter top with a white mesh bell sleeve shrug over it, and a small pair of angel wings. Those were white too, of course.

Later, Ryujin, keeping her word, introduced you to a few of her other friends. All of them were pretty to begin with, but the fact that their costumes were a little tighter against their bodies made you unsure of where to look as you shyly said hi to a Wednesday Addams who went by Winter, a workout Barbie who introduced herself as NingNing, and a Spider-Girl named Giselle.

You had seen a fourth girl with them earlier, that incredibly hot vampire, actually, but now she was nowhere to be seen. Ugh. You craned your neck to look for her, hoping to be introduced, but you couldn’t find her.

Just as you and Ryujin had said bye to the other girls and turned around, you spotted her out of the corner of your eye, rejoining her friends. Damn.

You almost asked Ryujin to go back and introduce you. The punch was stronger than you thought it’d be, and you were beyond buzzed now, feeling a little more confident and sociable. You were watching the vampire flip her long, dark hair over one shoulder when Ryujin interrupted you.

“Hey, where did you get that punch?” Ryujin asked, flipping up her pirate’s eye patch for a moment to get a better look at it. “I gotta get rid of this shitty beer.”

“I can go get you some,” you said. “I need a refill anyway.”

In the kitchen, your back was turned to the rest of the party while you scooped up ladlefuls of punch for you and Ryujin. Suddenly you heard a voice behind you.

“How’d an angel like you wind up in such a sinful party?”

You were about to scoff at whoever had just spoken to you when you paused– it wasn’t a man’s voice. You were used to cocky, suggestive comments from men, but the voice that had just addressed you was feminine.

You turned around to see the girl you’d been glancing at all night long– the hot vampire.

“Wh-what?” Shit. You forgot to think about what you were going to say before turning around.

The vampire smirked, merely raising an eyebrow in response to your question. “Do I… know you?” she asked.

You shook your head. “I’m Ryujin’s roommate. I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you,” the girl replied. “I’m Karina.”

“Karina,” you repeated with a little nod. “Nice to meet you, too. I like your costume,” you said.

The vampire’s smirk grew bigger. “I know you do,” she said. “Unless that wasn’t you leering at me earlier tonight?”

You blushed, eyes widening. “Oh, I- I’m sorry–”

Karina moved in, pressing herself against you lightly as she took your drink out of your hand and set it down on the countertop next to Ryujin’s. “It’s okay,” she said, taking your hand. “Can’t seem to keep my eyes off you, either.”

The next thing you knew, you were being pushed up against the bathroom sink with Karina’s lips kissing a trail down the back of your neck. Ryujin and the rest of the party had completely faded from your brain. You were soaked now, clit throbbing in anticipation.

The vampire looked up at you for a moment, making eye contact with you in the mirror before pulling your shorts and underwear down in one fell swoop. Your wings were the next to go, and she took a moment to admire you before continuing on.

Karina palmed your ass with one hand while she used her other to slide her shorts down, freeing her hardening cock.

She held your waist steady as she slipped it between your legs, rubbing her cock against your wet folds.

“A condom..?” she breathed, reaching up past you toward the medicine cabinet behind the large bathroom mirror.

“I-I’m on the pill,” you replied a little too eagerly. Karina let out an amused huff.

“Well then,” she said, bending you over farther, “be a good little lamb for me.”

The pet name and the sensation of her sliding into you made your legs nearly give out. She let you take a few moments to adjust to her. You hadn’t even gotten a good look at her cock but the way you pulsed around her let you know she was plenty big.

The vampire let out a soft moan.

“That’s it, there you go,” she cooed in your ear as she slid deeper inside you. You whimpered and she rewarded you with a kiss against your neck.

You felt every bit as good around her cock as she thought you would. Karina closed her eyes, lost for a moment in the pleasure she felt being sheathed inside your warm, wet pussy.

When you could finally let her move inside you, she started gently, her hands gripping your waist to support you. You were absolutely soaked, and the sounds of her thrusting became even more lewd as your wetness added to them.

“Fuck,” she groaned. The vampire picked up her pace and it left you nearly breathless, unable to do anything but take her pounding and let out small, humiliating repetitive cries with each stroke.

Your added slick allowed her to fuck you at an even faster pace. She leaned down over you, making you bend over further for her. At this new angle, you fell apart while she split you open.

Gone were your soft cries, replaced with more raw, desperate moans. She felt so good inside of you; it had been ages since you felt this full and sated.

Karina laughed as your cries grew louder. “Does it feel that good, angel? So good you want everyone to know how much you like being fucked right now?”

You could only moan in response, too focused on keeping the vampire inside of you to worry about the rest of your surroundings. You arched your back as much as you could, trying to entice her more.

It worked. “Jesus,” Karina murmured. “You look just as good as you feel…” her eyes closed for a moment, losing her pace. When she resumed though, you knew you were really in for it.

Karina’s thrusts became harsher, deeper, but also sloppier. She panted in your ear; her breath on your neck made you shiver.

“Gonna cum,” she grunted. “You feel too fucking good.”

“I-In me,” you pleaded, knowing you must’ve looked as desperate as you sounded. “You can cum in me.”

Karina looked up at your reflection, catching your eye in the mirror. “Yeah?” she asked. You gulped. Her eyes were wild with desire. You nodded, and when she grinned in response, it sent an excited chill down your spine.

The vampire took off again, plowing into you at a brutal, desperate pace that thrilled you.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” she cursed, and then her hips slammed against you the hardest they ever had. You gasped when you felt it— Karina spilling her load in you. She continued to fuck into you as she came, bringing you closer to reaching your own release.

Hearing your pants and whines get breathier, Karina snaked one hand around in front of you to tease your clit.

You cried out, eyes squeezing shut as her fingers and your body fumbled for a few moments, both of you trying to find just the right angle that would—

“Right there,” you rasped, your cunt clenching around her cock. “I’m gonna cum,” you cried, head tilting back a bit.

Karina tsked in response. While one hand continued to circle your soaked clit, she used her other to yank your hair, making you tilt your head back up to look at the two of you in the mirror. Her thrusting hips held you in place.

“Look at me when you cum,” she murmured, and you fought to hold her gaze. The moment you locked eyes with her, it sent you over the edge and you came around her.

A satisfied smile crossed her lips, and then she released her hold on you.

Catching your breath, the two of you stayed still for a minute until she could finally pull out.

Some of her load spilled out of you, splattering beneath you on the bathroom’s tiled floor.

You were slightly disappointed you couldn’t keep her full load in you, but Karina watched with great satisfaction. She gave your ass an appreciative slap, then squeezed your cheek in her hand.

The air was thick with more sexual tension as the two of you began to clean yourselves and the rest of the space up. The vampire helped you back into your costume, making sure your clothing was still in pristine condition.

You tried not to look, but couldn’t help yourself from sneaking a glance at Karina while she tucked her softening cock back into her shorts.

“Are you ready?” the vampire’s voice made you look up quickly.

“Yeah,” you said, not moving. Your nerves had returned. The music from the party outside was still just as loud, as were the conversations and laughter of partygoers, but you were anxious to see who was on the other side of the door– who, and how many, had heard you.

“Hey, relax,” Karina said, sensing your mood shift. “It’s my party, no one’s going to say anything.”

You looked up at her curiously. “Wait— so you live here?”

Karina unlocked the bathroom door and opened it. She led you out quickly.

“Yeah,” she said casually, keeping your attention on her and away from some of the people nearby who definitely knew what had just happened between the two of you in there. “It’s a four bedroom. Ryujin didn’t tell you?”

“N-no,” you stammered. You were going to say more but she was already leading you back to the main party space. Her warm hand held yours securely, but not tightly, as you weaved through the blur of people.

She dropped your hand shortly after. You looked down, wondering why, when a familiar voice called out.

“YN!” Ryujin said, approaching the two of you. “There you are!” Your roommate beamed at you, clearly having forgotten about the drink she asked you to get her. Instead, she held two tiny shot glasses in each hand. “Yeji and I were about to do some shots. I see you’ve met Karina.”

You blushed. “Uh, yeah,” was all you could manage.

“You didn’t tell me your roommate was so pretty, Ryujin,” the vampire said, stepping away. “I’m glad you came.” She winked at you, making your blush deepen. “See you around, angel.”

#aespa imagines #aespa x fem reader #anonymous #ask #answered #aespa smut

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captainsophiestark · 8 months ago

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Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

TVD/TO Masterlist

Main Masterlist

X - x reader F - Female Reader (otherwise it’s gender neutral) ☀️ - Fluff ✨ - Humor ☁️ - Angst 💋 - Flirting ⭐️ - Author Faves

Newest fics will be at the bottom

Fairy Lights - F!X ☁️☀️ Reader is dating Niklaus Mikaelson, and she’s had a terrible day. Being tortured and used as leverage by a psycho witch is never fun, but it’s a little easier to deal with when you have the love of your life by your side.

Mental Block - X 💋 Y/N is a SHIELD agent with inhuman mental powers, in New Orleans for a well-earned vacation after managing to survive all their training. A nice day in the city turns into an adventure when a strange man with a British accent crashes their vacation.

New Orleans - X ☁️☀️ Y/N and Klaus have been dating for a little while, and they’ve been best friends even longer. They’ve finally weathered most of the storm Mystic Falls has to offer, and Y/N has started their first semester at the University of Virginia. Just when everything’s going perfectly, the Mikaelsons have decided to move to New Orleans, and it might spell the end for Y/N and Klaus.

Immortality - X ☁️☀️ Nik and Y/N have been dating for many years, despite Y/N being human. Despite being in love with the Immortal Hybrid, Y/N never wanted the vampire life. Unfortunately, when one of the many enemies of the Mikaelsons steps in, they might not have a choice anymore.

Nosferatu - X ☁️☀️ Klaus and Y/N have been dating for a long time, and Y/N has more or less gotten used to dealing with all the Mikaelson drama. Still, that doesn’t mean they don’t need a break from time to time. Nik *promised* Y/N they could have a good old fashioned movie marathon as a break from everything they’d been through lately, but when he tries to go back on his promise, Y/N shows him what’s up.

Fatherhood - F!X ☁️☀️ Y/N and Nik have been dating since the Mikaelsons moved to New Orleans and Y/N got turned into a vampire. When Nik starts to feel worried about his ability to parent Hope, who’s due to join the world soon, Y/N helps reassure him.

The Curse of the Sun and the Moon - X ☀️✨⭐️ Klaus' SO is writing their doctoral dissertation on cross-culture myths. Much to their irritation, Klaus knows a thing or two about those.

The 60s - X ☁️☀️ Klaus wiped the memory of the love of his life after hundreds of years together to try to protect them from Mikael. Now, however, his ex has their memories back is going to find their boyfriend. Even if he is in someone else's body.

Witches Get Stitches - F!X ☁️☀️ Klaus and his girlfriend have been together since they were humans, surviving together for a thousand years. They don't intend to let anything tear them apart.

Like Home - X ☁️☀️⭐️ When a serious magical threat comes to Mystic Falls and puts Josie and Lizzie at risk, Caroline and Ric send Klaus' ex down to New Orleans to seek safe harbor for the girls with him. Or, what if Y/N went to New Orleans instead of Caroline, and Klaus was free to see them.

Did I Forget to Mention? - X ☁️☀️ Nik's SO *might* have forgotten to tell their Mystic Falls friends about their relationship with a certain hybrid. But it's not going to stay secret for much longer.

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emeritus-fuckers · 7 months ago

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“The red means I love you” ⸸ Yandere!Swiss Army Ghoul x gn!Reader

CW: he/xey/it pronouns used for swiss. reader pronouns and genitals unspecified. cannibalism. blood. descriptions of slight gore. imprisonment. brief descriptions of violence.

i. unusual they say strange fascination, infatuation

People would often say Swiss was... odd. Specific. Unique. Some called him just straight up weird. And none of those were wrong, of course. The ghoul was truly one of a kind, in both the best and the worst way, as you got to find out.

You've notived xem staring at you with that uncanny, wide grin. It would walk around and scare people often, though it was always just some lighthearted fun. It's how it started with you, until you approached him and got hit with a pick-up line so cheesy you couldn't help but laugh.

That one interaction seemed to be enough for the two of you to eventually start dating. And it was perfectly fine! Swiss was a goofy guy who always made you laugh. An oddball, yes, but it was never too weird or concerning.

At least, until that one day you accidentally cut yourself.

It wasn't even a big or deep cut, your just grazed one of your fingertips had had a few drops of blood fall while you and Swiss were making dinner. You didn't even register the cut at first, since xey were next to you and putting your finger in its mouth, sucking on the small wound.

And that was the day he changed.

ii. a lunatic call me what suits your taste, i just wanna taste

After tasting your blood, Swiss... changed. A lot.

It was a weird change, one that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

He was always clingy, so him not leaving your side wasn't it.

He was always touchy, so him being all over you was also pretty normal with him.

All the kissing, hugging, laying on top of each other with that toothy grin he was known for... Everything seemed to be the same way as it was before, and yet you could feel it in your bones. Something changed. You just had to figure out what it was and why you felt so uneasy about him now.

You hated the feeling, honestly. Despised it, even. It made no sense, for you to feel uncomfortable with the same arms that always held you and the same lips that always kissed you. He didn't xey didn't do anything wrong, and yet you started to drift apart, seemingly for no reason, just because you felt off.

And Swiss didn't like that one bit.

iii. and goodness, you're bleeding what a wonderful feeling

He just wouldn't stop. Your cries didn't matter to him. No matter how much you'd try to kick him off, he wouldn't leave. His teeth would still pierce your skin, biting off pieces of you one by one, only to then obssessively suck and lick at the wound, trying to get as much as he possibly could from you. Blood, flesh... it didn't matter, he wanted to taste you. You tasted so damn good, just a few drops of your blood could make xem cum on the spot.

Swiss would never be satisfied. It would give you just enough time to heal, feeding on you from somewhere else. If your thigh needed time to heal, xey'd switch to your arm, ripping the flesh off.

He was smart. He made everyone believe you ran away from the Ministry. And then it kept you trapped in some long forgotten corner of the catacombs, visiting you every day to bring you food and drinks. And, of course, to eat you and then nuzzle against your lower stomach in the same affectionate way xey would before all this happened.

After all, Swiss loved you very much. It wasn't his fault that the love was unhealthy. Xey just liked to feel you bleed.

It was such a wonderful feeling, after all.

Written by Nosferatu.

Taglist: @charlie-is-a-menace @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @randodummy @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @randominstake @callmeicaro @thecuriouss @dio-niisio @ethereal-maniac @mybotanicaldemise @igodownjustlikeholymary @natoncesaid @bloodmoon-bites

#ghost band #ghost #ghost bc #ghost x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost band x reader #swiss army ghoul x reader #swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul x reader #swiss ghoul #swiss #swiss x reader #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul x reader

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best-iwtv-scene · 2 months ago

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ROUND 1B, MATCH 2

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First Dreamstat appearance (2x01)

In the cold of war-ridden Eastern Europe, Louis hallucinates Lestat rising from the darkness. Dreamstat appears to Louis in his blood-soaked Mardi Gras outfit, with a slit throat to match. As an imagined version of Lestat, Dreamstat mirrors Louis's movement and intonations, and also acts absurdly, for example, a bird rips its way out of his slit throat, flying away into the fog. The scene is scored by Shruti Kumar's 'First Time in New Orleans' which also appears in 2x08 when Louis is returning to New Orleans in the present day. This track incorporates the Louis/Lestat love theme, making the scene feel familiar in the unfamiliar environment season two starts off in. It is clear that Louis feels an uncanny sense of home and safety with Dreamstat, despite the guilt that comes with it ("He came by invitation. My distraction from the monochromatic landscape."). The scene shows the lasting effect that killing Lestat, his lover and maker, has had on Louis, even years after the event, still picturing him as he was when he died and paranoid about his return. "But in answer to your question... Yes. I'm gonna fucking kill you." "If you were alive, you'd have done it already." "Oh love, I'm merely waiting until you're happy. So hurry up, mon cher."

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Happy trio montage (1x04)

Claudia narrates, through her diary, a series of moments from Claudia's first few years as a vampire with Louis and Lestat. These moments include Claudia's 17th birthday, in which Louis and Lestat wear party hats and Claudia is provided with three dead bodies to eat (also wearing party hats); Claudia joining Louis and Lestat in a dance together by the incinerator, and the three vampires going to watch a screening of Nosferatu (1922) to great amusement. The dynamic between Louis, Lestat and Claudia is parental, as Claudia is still very young and her turning seems to have rekindled Louis and Lestat's relationship. This scene is loved by fans as it is one of the softer, more wholesome parts of the show, and there is a domesticity apparent in the three vampires' relationship, which is not shown often throughout the series. Additionally, the joy shown in the montage further highlights the deterioration of the family relationship as the episode and season progresses. "Dear new diary. Nice to meet you! What adventures we will have. You've joined a happy home, even if we're an odd one. [...] We do like mortals do. We fight, we eat, we laugh, we sleep, we love."

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#best iwtv scene poll #iwtv #amc iwtv #interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #loustat #claudia iwtv #claudia #tumblr polls #poll tournament #round 1

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mortifying-macaroni · 7 months ago

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What's got you into the whole Tremere/Tzimisce dynamic? Just curious to know. I like them too

Well, anon, I'm glad you asked (btw you've got excellent taste). I'll try to keep it short and sweet with a few main bullet points *cracks fingers*

It's the perfect foundation for "somewhat acquaintances to enemies to lovers". Their first means of interaction stemmed from curiosity to potential cooperation laced with some form of trust as they partook in exchanging of knowledge and magic acumen, hell even some Tzimisce got embraced while carrying a Tremere name. Moreover, they lived in this brief unity until it all got squandered by the blood wizards' betrayal as we know.

Both clans are pretty much two enigmas wrapped in a mystery that battled on a tight rope throughout the ages. Despite the rocky road they're fiercely tangoing on, the fire from their mutual hatred keeps them on their feet as they're restlessly trying to take the lead in bringing the other party to their downfall. There are certain things that entwine them, things that establish a common ground for them to agree upon. Aside from the bit of blood they share by forceful means from the Tremere's side, both clans foster this penchant for torture in the name of academic pursuits. If melding their minds by combining their methods for causing destruction, then these two bloodlines could've been the most fearsome clan duo of educated executioners throughout kindred history.

I've already quoted this one part somewhere (*ahem* my fic), but they have the potential to work like scissors- the blades function to that of a married couple that carry out their tasks together in perfect synchronicity and unison, with equal toil put into it. They're two hands holding the gun, the hammer and firing pin pushing the bullet out. One example of that is their co-op dependant ability to create Blood Brothers. Think about it, A koldun fleshcrafter and a thaumaturgy sorcerer can mass produce walking weapons of annihilation, sort of like their "children" birthed for war through brutality and blood magic.

The whole kindred world may be cursing at them, deeming them as inhumane monsters and murderers and yet the Tzimisce and Tremere can only slow dance to the beat of chaos and pure pandemonium unfolding around them. Everything may as well be crumbling into ruin, but they'd still see an opportunity to salvage something from the suffering of others. What's more, I imagine if they were in a relationship they'd be partial to mutual inflictions of pain. All the pent up clan tension could provide an outlet to channel that (whether it be caused or sustained) hurt into a sort of gratification that nobody else could provide them.

A Tzimisce is an instrument of pain that a Tremere can learn to, not only appreciate, but study, even without applying force; just how a Tremere's knowledge can serve as a song for a Tzimisce to learn through guidance. Furthermore, if given the chance, either of them would kill or burn the whole world for their partner no questions asked. Even though they bring out the worst in each other, they'd remain where they are because nobody else can handle or keep up with all of their "ugly" aspects.

In other words, if only they weren't so stubborn about their clan beef, they could not only have the kinkiest sex imaginable, but also establish a Gomez/Morticia relationship if they'd just work everything out.

I have only one Tremere/Tzimisce ship, so I'm kinda going based on my own little headcanons regarding their own issues and how they can personally work together through them, in addition to some lore I've dug out on top of that.

Final verdict (in my humble, yet correct opinion): Best ship dynamic in VTM with Nosferatu/Toreador being the runner ups

#they're the kind of couple that brutally fights over who gets to top #idk about you but the angst between them is delicious to explore #vtmb #vtm #Tzimisce #Tremere #world of darkness #wod #vtm Tremere #vtm Tzimisce #morti answers

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ginger-snap-makes-art · 1 month ago

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Lucky: Tales From the Backlot

Lucky

Memoirs from the Backlot

By: Ginger Snap

1914

There are many things that one may constitute as ‘lucky’. It is lucky, for instance, to find 10 dollars on your way to work. To see your cat sleeping comfortably on the neighbors porch after he took off through the open front door. To have a warm, safe home and parents who love you. To not be turned into an immortal creature of the night by a nefarious nosferatu with a textile mill to fill, and to love someone very dearly and openly without societal or personal repercussions.

If you were to judge one’s luck on those factors, Benoit Blanchette (or Blanchet, if you asked him how to spell it) and William O’Reilly were possibly the two most unlucky people alive.

But, none of that was enough to ruin them. After all, the two had managed to find each other after all their time apart, find new friends and new found glory as a preteen pair of vampire abolitionists, and even began to heal the many wounds their impossible childhoods set upon them. Now, decades away from where they had begun, the two maintained steady employment, changing the world in whatever ways they could through film making.

Benny winding days away rearranging scenes and talking actors through motivations to characters lives they would never fully want to understand. William spending hours upon hours putting pen to paper-dutifully writing dialogue and prose burning with love and longing and passion that would put a tear in the eye of any easily impressed actresses on set. Then, every night they could look forward to coming to their small, one room cabin and sharing their woes and wonders from the quick days around the lot. Talking long into the night about new ideas, old friends and adventures journeyed on together, and sometimes just lying next to each other-both feeling content in each other's warmth and company.

To spend not a day apart from one another, and to feel fulfilled in their livelihoods was to feel quite lucky indeed.

It’s a shame that their luck always found a way to run dry.

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“Two days???” William repeated, incredulous to his boss as he reiterated the information for the 4th time.

“He’ll be completely safe, we just need him for a meeting in Chicago with some benefactors. They’re very surprised we’d even allow a vampire on set and we just think Benoit will be a better representative for the company. He’s less….”

“Tall?” Benny offered.

“…intimidating. You’re very good with the people on set but I worry your stature and quiet demeanor would make them nervous. Also Zippy stares and it frightens people.” Mr. Horsley finished as delicately as possible. “Anyway, we can’t force you to do anything but we can’t afford to take you both. It’s Benny or I have nothing.”

William wanted to call bull. He was just as charming as Benny. Sure, Benny had those soft, deep eyes and that warm country twang and that bravado that came so naturally when telling a story you’d think he was born for entertainment; but he also had a propensity for putting his foot in his mouth. Like everything else about him Benny would let his words get too fast for his own good and wind up saying something that would earn him a death glare at best and gunshot to the chest at worst. What if he wasn’t there to stop any problems, what would happen then? God he couldn’t handle it if Benny got himself hurt because he wasn’t there to balance out all his loud bombastic energy.

“But I-“

“William,” Benny interjected. “It’s fine. I can handle two days with Horsley and a few other oldies.” He gave William an assuring smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. “I’ll be okay.”

“Well…if you’re sure, I trust you…” William replied nervously.

Benny threw another shirt in his suitcase. “Alright, I’ll call that packed. When do I get going?” He asked, pulling the bag over his shoulder.

“The car is just about packed up-just give the driver your bag on your way out and we’ll leave in 30.”

Benny’s face paled a little. At the best of times moving machines made Benny ill. Trains, boats-even carousels got his stomach to lurch uncomfortably-but cars were the absolute worst. They were too slow for him and made little rocking and ricketing motions that felt so unnatural. But, Benny couldn’t afford to get lost running there himself and the producers felt the need to ‘coach’ Benny on proper etiquette for the meeting. He supposed that you could only tell so many stories about turning well-to-do mages into paste before someone got nervous introducing you to wealthy folk.

William nudged him and gave him a look, silently asking:

“You gonna be okay?”

Benny swallowed hard and nodded. Horsley turned around and left the room, leaving the two alone.

“Hey, you know you don’t have to do this, right?” William asked.

“I know but, it’ll be good for the company. They’ve done a lot for us, I can manage this.”

“This is the longest we’ll have been apart since….” William trailed off.

He didn’t need to finish, they both knew what he was going to say.

“Yeah…I know…but, hey! We’ve been through worse! We can handle two days away from each other! Hell, it’ll probably be good for us: we need to know we can still survive on our own, right?” Benny asked.

William felt his throat tighten a little. He couldn’t even fathom going through a whole day with his best friend being there at some point. It wasn’t like they were in danger or anything, not like before they joined Nester studios. But still, he couldn’t imagine going to sleep alone tonight. Part of him did worry like he’d somehow be unable to make it through two boring days alone on a quiet, unassuming film set in the middle of nowhere. Stupid as that felt.

“Yeah. Yeah that’ll be good.” He finally responded.

If Benny felt any more confident than William he might’ve commented on how he obviously didn’t believe that, but it felt a little like calling the kettle black. So instead he changed the subject.

“Alright, well, since I’m gonna be gone and I do most of the chores around here I should probably run down what needs to be done.”

William groaned. “Oh come onnnnnn, they can’t wait a few days?” William hated doing chores. Anytime he tried anything around the house it was like his brain leaked out of his ears and he would manage to screw the simplest things up. He just wasn’t built for domestic labor. Thank god Benny was so naturally good at it and got a weird joy out of keeping a home, so it never seemed to matter.

Benny rolled his eyes. “No, dummy. We got a schedule to keep up with, if we give up on it now we’ll never get back on it. It’s just a few simple tasks: I think you’ll manage while I’m gone. Yer the smartest guy I know, after all.”

“…how am I a dummy and ‘the smartest guy you know’?”

“I don’t know a lot of people.” Benny shot back a shrug.

“On second thought, why don’t you up the trip to a week?”

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Benny waved one final goodbye to William and Zippy before hopping in the back seat of the car and speeding off onto the main road.

Zippy and William watched the car disappear into the distance until only dust clouds remained.

“Alright Zippy, it’s just you and me for the next two days! What’s the play? Chess? Darts? You wanna get really into wood carving and then give up on it a week in?” William asked.

“Oh.” Zippy scratched the back of his neck. “I actually have plans.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah I’m gonna go dig a really deep hole in the desert with some of the grips.”

“Why?”

“Seemed fun.”

“...Can I come?”

“I don’t really think it’s my place to invite anyone…”

“Oh…well…have fun?”

“Yeah…”

The two stood next to each other awkwardly for a few moments before Zippy cleared his throat and walked away to find his hole digging buddies.

“Welp….guess I could get started on that chore list…or maybe I’ll get a head start on my script revisions for Saturday? I’ve got this, I’m not gonna let a little loneliness get me down! I’m also gonna stop talking to myself…publicly…like a total freak…” William’s eyes glanced around at the few crew members giving him confused looks before spinning on his heel and walking inside.

“Okay, I have two days to revise my latest script, do the laundry, sweep the floors, and clean those blood reserve bottles that have definitely coagulated by now. And then I’ve just got to fill the rest of the time with super cool, fun stuff that I’ll brag to Benny about. Piece of cake!”

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Two Days Later

Benny stopped on his heels in front of the one room cabin he called home, panting slightly after his journey. It may have been a long run home, but he could not handle being in that car the whole back. For multiple reasons. He rubbed a hand on his face roughly, trying to steady his breaths and soften the obvious anger lines on his face as he approached the front door.

He reached for the knob, but stopped when he heard William talking on the other side.

“Honestly, who do they think they are? ‘Oh, Benoit is just less intimidating than you!’ Bullshit, what does he have that I don’t? Of course between me and Benny it’s always him, isn’t it? Always the talented one, always the charming one-just so lucky to be so blessed. Bet he’s having a wonderful time right now schmoozing rich bastards out of their fortunes with that stupid country accent and those big, ridiculous stories. I’d have stories too if I wasn’t rotting in a mill for a fucking decade. But no, instead Benny is out there living it up while I’m stuck here like a loser who can’t shake out a fucking plot to save his life! God, why is script writing so fucking hard?!” Benny heard the clattering of something crashing against the wall.

Tears burned the corners of his eyes. He took a shaky breath, steeled his nerves, wiped his face, and turned around. If that was really how he felt then he wouldn’t bother burdening him with an early arrival. As he went to step down the front steps he lost his footing, cursing as he tumbled into the dirt below. As he struggled to his feet he heard the sound of the door swinging open and William was standing above him on the porch. As if he didn’t feel small enough already. Ugh, and his hair was down. He had no idea why but somehow William’s hair being in that messy, unruly state of curls and frizz like he had just woken up from a hard night's sleep always made his mouth go dry and-

“Benny? I thought you weren’t supposed to be back for another 8 hours.” William’s voice broke through his racing thoughts.

“Meetin’ ended early. I chose not to stay behind for the drive back. Ran home as fast as I could.” He hoped his words didn’t sound too bitter. “You seemed busy so I figured I would come back later.” He dusted off his jacket and started walking away.

“No!” William yelped suddenly. He paused awkwardly, seemingly surprised at his own outburst. “I mean, uh, I just wasn’t expecting you so soon but it’s really great to have you back early.”

Benny scowled. “You sure? I would think my ‘stupid country accent’ would just distract you while you tried to work.” He spat.

“Oh…you heard that?” William looked at the ground shamefully. “Benny, I didn’t mean any-“

“I’m sure you didn’t.” Benny cut him off haughtily. “I’m sure you didn’t mean for me to overhear any of it.”

“Benny, come on I was frustrated. You know I don't actually think any of that stuff.”

Benny huffed and crossed his arms, looking away.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty sure the only reason Horsley picked me over you was because the old rich bastards had way more fun making fun of me than they would’ve anybody else. Just one more person out there who can feel better knowin’ they’re smarter than me, right?”

“That’s ridiculous-Horsley is a nice guy, there’s no way he’d bring you along just to throw you to the dogs.”

“If he wanted someone that makes vampires look good he would’ve just taken you.” He sat down on the front steps, head in his hands. “God, I’m such an idiot; I seriously believed that someone saw somethin’ worth seein’ in me. Somethin’ besides a complete joke anyway.”

William sat down next to him, unsure of what to do.

Benny looked up at him, wearily. “ Do you have any idea what it’s like bein’ friends with someone who’s better than you at everythin’ that matters?”

William looked back at him, incredulous. “Are…are you fucking serious right now?”

Benny raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? Everyone knows it-you’re the one who’s got everything going for him. Looks, smarts, talent, charm. I’m just the guy who can run fast and is lucky to be your friend.”

William’s eyes narrowed. “ That’s not funny, Benoit.”

“What’s not funny?”

“This. This bullshit you’re pulling on me right now.” He stood back up, fiddling with his needle as he paced. “Do I know what it’s like? As a matter of fact, I do. I’m not an idiot, Benny. There’s no way you don’t notice the way every crew member is enthralled by your stories, how everyone seems to be saved just in the nick of time by your oh-so-sage wisdom about cowboy bullshit, how every two bit actress on set blushes and giggles around you like a braindead, lovesick, basketcase!” He made a frustrated, strangled noise and flopped back down. “Meanwhile, I’M the loser who writes crappy, pulpy, mediocre romance he’s never actually experienced and gets left behind when it’s time to do any of the real studio changing work.”

“Oh don’t give me that.” Benny responded, face flush. “I’m a novelty to our crew, your writin’ is the only thing good and earnest enough to keep these films afloat with all the trashy actors comin’ and goin’, and don’t get me started on all the actresses who I have to hear gush about that ‘tall, mysterious writer’ who gives them their scripts every week!” He groaned. “I’m not even a good director, I’m just a lousy stagehand with a fancier title to make me feel better-you’re the real creative genius.”

“You’re plenty creative.”

“Name one thing I do that isn’t yell ‘cut’ and ‘roll’ and do whiskey runs for Fahrney.” Benny grumbled.

William paused. He hadn’t expected to bring this one up today but he supposed if they were truly airing it all out.

“...You used to play music a lot.”

“Psh. I knew, like, one song.”

“Oh come on, don’t lie to me. I know you wrote some songs yourself. You just don’t ever share them for some reason.”

The color drained from Benny’s face. “How did you- Y-you haven’t heard any of ‘em, did you?”

“No. But I know you write them sometimes in your journal-don’t look at me like that; I know you journal when you think no one’s around, dumbass-and you hum when you write music.”

Benny stared down at his boots. William took his lack of response as clearance to continue.

“I miss your music. What happened to it?”

“Honestly? My guitar broke in Virginia when we had to fight through that swarm of-”

“giant bees with the silver tipped stingers, oh yeah. You broke it over that mage’s skull.” William finished.

“Well he was gonna get the jump on you; I couldn’t let that happen!”

William smiled for the first time since the conversation started, but quickly waned again. “ So, why didn’t you ever get a new one?” He asked. “It’s been years.”

“Didn’t think anyone cared for it much. Gets disheartenin’ after a spell to keep doing somethin’ that everyone around you doesn’t seem to like.”

“I liked it.”

“Why? You don’t listen to music much. Last time we were in the city you hated all the music we heard. Said it was just noisy bullshit.”

“I don’t know…I guess it’s different when it’s you.”

It didn’t seem possible for Benny’s face to get hotter and redder. He said nothing. William shuffled in closer, placing his bad hand on top of Benny’s. Benny gently brought it up to his bad cheek, and the two sat there, any remaining frustration from their spat evaporating and disappearing like mist in the wind.

“We can’t do this to each other.” William said. “We can’t get this jealous of each other. It’s not fair-it just hurts us. I don’t know about you, but I’ve had my fill of leaving you with scars.”

Benny pressed William’s hand harder against his cheek, like he was trying to memorize the feeling of his coarse, black palm contoured against his skin. Normally he’d flinch or wince if that part of his face was touched, but if it hurt he didn’t show any sign of it.

“I’d do anything to keep from leaving you hurt again, Willie. It’s just so hard to see myself as someone with anythin’ when I’m standin’ next to you, you’re so just so…lord I can’t think of a word strong enough to describe what you are. Some days I wake up and I think I must be the luckiest guy in America to be lyin’ next to you.”

“Psh, you’re one to talk.” William smiled, heat burning at his cheeks. “Some days when I wake up next to you and see your face it’s like I’m staring at the sun…but if it didn’t hurt to look directly at the sun, I mean. It’s not that you’re hard to look at, it's that you’re-I’m getting off track.” He took a breath. “I can’t believe I know someone like you. You’re not just something Benny-you’re everything I want.” William paused, eyes flickering with the recognition of what he’d just said, muscles tightening. “ Uh, to be. Everything I want to be.”

“Even with my stupid accent?” Benny laughed, somehow missing the obvious faux pas just committed in front him.

William’s body untensed. “It’s like honeyed silk on my ears.”

“I don’t think that makes sense.”

“It doesn’t have to, it sounds nice.”

“Well you would know-you’re the talented writer here.” Benny smirked up at him, like he had just won an argument William didn’t know they were still having.

William laughed, playfully shoving him away. “Fine, you got me. Maybe I’m not the worst at my job or something, I don’t know.”

The two sat there for just a moment more, wondering if the air felt this warm and comfortable to anyone else in the world right now.

“Alright, enough sappy shit, I need a drink and a change of clothes.” Benny stood up, preparing to head inside.

William shot up, looking more nervous than ever. “Uhhhhh, you sure you aren’t in the mood to go visit Zippy or something first? I hear he dug a really deep hole while you were gone!”

“What?”

“Yeah I don’t know. Or maybe we could-”

“William,” Benny stopped him. “Did you not get all the chores done?”

“Well, I, uh-”

“Come on buddy, it’s okay.” Benoit assured, opening the front door. I'm sure what you did manage was plenty goo-oh dear lord what did you do?”

“I can explain.”

“I have no idea how you possibly could in a way that makes sense but I am dyin’ to know what’s on the ceilin’.”

“That would be our bedsheets.”

“...You know what? If I had seen this before I overheard you talking shit I might’ve been more less upset because if I managed to do this to the house in two days I’d have a breakdown too.”

William laughed nervously. “At least you know for sure there’s something important that you’re always going to be better at than me?” He shrugged.

Benoit blinked a few times.

“Are you mad? You can be mad.” William winced.

Benny’s eyes scanned the room, still in disbelief before a cackle escaped his throat. William looked down at him as he started to double over with laughter and smiled, only one thought going through his head.

“How did I get so lucky?”

#willie and benny #benoit blanchet #william oreilly #benny and willie #tales from the backlot #comments and questions are encouraged but not required

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daretobeking · 3 days ago

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Okay okay okay

TR in VTM @coolcattime (if you want an explanation of what my silly words mean i have much to share)

Sonja would be a Gangrel 100% especially with how the Gangrel treat their fledgling vampires. On their own from the moment they die until they meet another Gangrel and answer their riddles correctly (aka tell them they’ve been on their own for a year and lived)

Tucker I’m on the fence for, leaning toward Tzimisce cause of the body horror but also the Tremere are the ones with blood magic…. I think he'd probably best settle as Banu Haqim with the eye for an eye you kick me I break your leg type justice

Tom would be a Brujah with the same certainty that Sonja would be a Gangrel. Silly cockroach guys with issues with authority who have a history of fucking with Bad Things. If we were to translate him becoming mecca-dianite then he could get Baali’d cause they’re the only vampires who can just eat your bloodline if I remember right

Jordan as a Salubri. Ianite’s either his Sire or in his bloodline and doing the ancestry whisper thing to him. It’s so silly over there in 3 eye land

Wag could be so funny in about any of the clans but there are two main ideas i have. 1. He'd fit in with the Tremere because of the them previously being mages before they became vampires thing. Also I think it'd just be really silly if all the Wizards are in the vampire cult on a technicality. They're not bound or anything they're just there for research purposes. Also for their medical access. 2. He's a Nosferatu! Human shaped but by god does he not look human. He's just chilling though he lives in the sewers like the rat he is (affectionate) Grey skin red eyes dripping what looks like blood sharp fingers big cloak animal-ish legs. Also Nossies doing illegal shit is so funny to me. bullets cant kill him and whats someone gonna do if they see him? "hey officer i saw a demon selling coke down that dark alley"

And for snippets of just. Things I think about them

Tucker and Tom’s predator type is Montero. They hunt together and make a whole fucked up game of it. Speaking of predator types, Sonja's is Alleycat so she just drops in on people and leaves, Jordan's a Pursuer because he gets to get silly with it as a treat, and Wag's a Sandman where he just sneaks into peoples houses and gives them a munch and crawls away like a lizard.

Tom also totally diablarized Dianite. It was really fucked up actually he pukes when he drinks kindred blood now because of the taste

Sonja never really got a Gangrel mentor even a few years after she was turned because she never figured out it was __ winters like what sane person would respond that way. She figured most things out on her own though

Jordan with his three eyes is so silly to me. His hair's kind of long in the front to cover it up but that's not the best solution so he literally has one of those big thick fabric headbands covering it. he says its to keep his hair out of his face. he looks RIDICULOUS

Wag stole his cloak from a larper and embroidered it himself to make it fit his vibe more. He also just shows up in random places through sewer grates like a horror movie monster because he can. More than once he's scared the SHIT out of the rest of the team by just talking when they don't know he's there or reaching out and grabbing their ankles. He has a tally for who he can get to scream the most

Tucker's perhaps gone a little insane and given in to the Voices but that's okay. It's not like there's an old as fuck vampire at the end of that path who wants to eat him or something. Also his old name when he was mortal was in fact Jericho, and sometimes the rest of the Coterie call him that to get his attention when they're in a rush. He hates it but damn does it work

#VTM Mianite au #I’ll find a proper tag for it eventually if it goes further #fun fact Tucker got sneaked into my actual campaign as an npc #very different than in this but he’s so fucking funny #Daughter of Cacophony. Transmasc. The music is driving him crazy. He’s vibing. He's ready to kill the next person he sees.#His ass is planed to die in a horrible horrible way and I am here for it #oh VTM: Homecoming Tucker we're really in it now #daretoyap

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callmebrycelee · 29 days ago

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MY MAN CRUSH MONDAY BILL SKARSGÅRD SPOOKY SEASON EDITION

Bill Istvan Günther Skarsgård was born August 9. 1990 in Stockholm, Sweden. The 34-year-old actor is best known for portraying Pennywise in the horror films It (2017) and It Chapter Two (2019). His other horror appearances were in the TV series Hemlock Grove and Castle Rock and the film Barbarian. Bill has also appeared in the following films: Anna Karenina, The Divergent Series: Allegiant, Atomic Blonde, Battlecreek, Deadpool 2, The Devil All the Time, Eternals, John Wick: Chapter 4 and The Crow. He can next be see as Count Orlok in the film Nosferatu. Bill is 6 feet and 4 inches tall.

#mcm #mcm 2024 #man crush #man crush monday #man crush mondays #bill skarsgård #it 2017 #it chapter 2 #barbarian #hemlock grove #leo #deadpool 2 #nosferatu #john wick chapter 4

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waylyngdraws · 8 months ago

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this is my vtm oc. this is also the chupacabra.

i don't mean that metaphorically — i actually decided, what if el chupacabra was actually a nosferatu ? i mean, a little disfigured vampire-dog-alien crawling around mexico ? how could i resist ?

NONE of the players knew. (apart from one — who thought it was obvious so said nothing). I was in this play-by post, playing this cryptid, that i named CHOO, for FOUR MONTHS before i revealed this. choo itself didn't even know this; it stopped putting down sophisticated memories when it went feral for about 100 years. some ventrue had to use forgetful mind to dig out the memory. after revealing that they'd got in trouble, the ventrue asked how. the response was this:

"Kindred not, not want, not want seen…Choo seen, seen lots…Delores say, say Choo is famous. Lots, lots know, know Choo, Choo long name."

another ventrue cottons on and loses his fucking mind. i switch the tupper i'm using from one that has the display name 'Choo' to 'El Chupacabra'. the server's having a complete breakdown. i am cackling.

i changed its design slightly so it's covered in hair rather than mangey because like,, if it didn't, everyone would see it's just a vampire'd child.

(cw: body horror, teeth)

here it is !

some of my favourite interactions with this character have been its early ones. it had never seen another non-nosferatu before, so the first one it meets, it insists:

"Sherriff, I is friend. You take off face now." It cocks its head, seemingly unaware how unnerving it sounds.

i love this character. it had no idea that kindred can just look like that, and tried for ages to get the Sheriff to stop using mask of many faces. except it doesn't know all of those words. so that's how it decides to express that.

this is the character introduction !

You knew it was a mistake not to call that taxi.

One moment there's nothing in front of you, the next, there's…something there. In the gloom of the alley, your first instinct would be to say it's an overlarge shaggy dog, had it not been for the spines down its back. As it cocks its head to examine you, you glimpse through pale gold fur a single orbish protrusion on its head, bulging with manic energy, that you can only assume is an eye. It blinks, and two separate eyelids move to cover its ungodly, reptilian stare. It seems like an animal, but for the way it moves, observing you; that, and its front paws, which are very clearly hands — if, large gangly hands, with too many joints. Its back paws are very clearly paws, stemming from legs that, were they human, you'd say they bent the wrong way. The other sign of humanity is that it wears a patchy loincloth. It starts to crawl toward you, in a distinctly human fashion, and you realise with a sickening lurch to your stomach that it must be a child. Choo the Nosferatu lowers its jaw to show you, friend, its best feature — a mouth glutted with keen teeth, gleaming in the light of the far-off streetlamp.

But then you run.

The sound behind you — is it a padding or a scuttling? Your clumsy human feet aren't up to it, and now you've shown your hand; friends don't run.

Runners are prey.

hope you enjoyed blorbo #3 ! unlike the other two cunts, this is my baby and can do no wrong. also. to avoid breaking the masquerade, it walks around in a little dog coat and wellies.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #digital illustration #vampire: the masquerade #vampire the masquerade #vtm #vtm oc #vtm art #nosferatu #body horror #teeth #chupacabra #cryptid #writing #the chupacabra #el chupacabra

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voidscreamintheories · 8 months ago

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The (Not-so-)Big four

Spoilers for the first arc of Hunter the Parenting

Right so: Hunter the Parenting was started after the end of If the Emperor had a text-to-speech device, a parody of Warhammer 40K. There is DNA from that 40K lineage in the show, namely in the D family which I will talk about in another post. But as any fan of Warhammer, upon seeing a group of four antagonists I must immediately question if they are the four Chaos gods. Now before getting into this it is important to note that the gods of Chaos are already a lil flexible in their definitions, so it could be real easy to mold anything you want to fit them. They fit well with the four horsemen of the apocalypse, for example However, I am still going to fit these funni bois into funni molds, because it's fun.

Shitbeard: He is violent, quick to anger, one of the two oldest, and he was embraced in association with the "Bikers for Blood" donation drive. It's Khorne, he's Khorne. Now of course, vampires also have a thing for blood, but I feel calling it out specifically with shitbeard COULD be a nod to the good ole "blood for the blood god". Getting into some deep lore here: Clan Brujah used to be known as Warrior Scholars, before their clan devolved into violent rabble rousers. This actually fits with some depictions of Khorne worship, where they are noble and strong warriors who eventually slip into being raving madmen. Of note as well is which member of the group he dislikes the most fits with Khorne, becaaaaaaaause

Ape: Ape and Shitbeard don't get along. Ape is the youngest of the group. Ape is constantly mentioning his hunger and it's called out that he has been "overfeeding" which Ape retorts that there's no such thing. Ape is Slaanesh. Now it's missing a few hallmarks of The Prince of Pleasure, but I think that's partly because of time constraints and partly because of the tone they were going for (I am happy that Ape wasn't humping the walls or snorting coke every other scene). Also, Ape's weapon of choice was his claws, and that's very in line with Tabletop Slaanesh.

Kevin: He's a wizard, it's Tzeentch. But more than that, we saw Kevin had schemes and ambitions to overthrow both the regent and Pyotr, very fitting for him as schemey old Tzeentch. Also, Kevin's tendency to still try fitting in with regular society does match up with the insidious infiltration of society of Tzeentch. Relatedly, while Big D seems to want Kevin as his Sigilite (Malcador best bro), this might end up backfiring. As we saw in the ad break of episode 4, D is feeding Kevin. If Kevin still has ambition and treachery as his domains, there's a non-zero chance that Big D may be betrayed.

Now, finally, which member of the sabbat did Kevin have the most beef with?

Pyotr: Process of elimination here, Pyotr is stinking old Nurgle. Now, nurgle is often depicted as big and round, obviously RIDDLED with disease, and jolly. How can Pyotr fit those themes? I think it has more to do with his clan association. The Nosferatu are a clan of UGLY vamps, who use vermin as spies, and are shockingly resilient and strong for their appearance, all very nurgly. As well, one of the most common reasons a Nosferatu will embrace someone is because the target is really pretty, the Nosferatu resenting beauty and wanting to curse them with the same ugliness. In much the same way Nurgle loves corrupting the beautiful for the sake of corruption (see the garden, his kidnapping of Isha). Based on the photo of Pyotr, we can see he was a handsome kine, I think it fits that he was turned for being too pretty. As a final note on the pretty thing, the fact that Nosferatu start seeing their own ugliness as being attractive (see "you're a goddamn tease loverboy"), that fits with Nurgle's embracing of decay and rot. Now one thing Pyotr MIGHT fit as Nurgle on his own is his stealthing ability. It's not always mentioned, but it's not uncommon for Nurgle worshippers to have a miasma around them which they use to conceal themselves. As a final point, Pyotr's speech about inevitability and futility is pretty fitting for Nurgle's embracing of entropy.

The group as a whole: Woah Chaos undivided, woooooo. But really, as a group they do work as the Pantheon. They all hate each other and scheme against one another, but will work together for their collective goal. When Markus let them fight, and Pyotr ate the other two, this would match with a long standing concept in Warhammer that once one of the gods got the upper hand, it would spell disaster for humanity (here represented by the hunters). As well Kevin seems depressed and almost listless without the other three around, could be because as much as they hate each other, the gods do need their opponents to enjoy the Great Game.

#h:tp #htp #hunter the parenting #hunter: the parenting #fan theory #theories #warhammer 40k

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rainkays · 5 months ago

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ABIGAIL OC | LOTTIE MORGAN !

SHE/HER, 29. 📍SEATTLE, WA. ENFP. CANCER.

“do you like the way the water tastes….?”

CHARLOTTE “LOTTIE” MORGAN childhood best friend of joey and former guitar technician turned private investigator. lottie was a private eye for hire, and as soon as she crossed paths with joey in their adult years, lambert knew they were a match made in heaven. the two women watched each others backs, and lottie stayed at joey’s side during her recovery and every moment after. she soon found herself gravitating towards peter when their team was assembled to retrieve abigail, working on mission recon with him as joey and frank remained their lookouts.

HER CHILDHOOD was one of loneliness and anger. her mother absent, father an abusive alcoholic. she spent her teenage years working double shifts at shitty hole in the wall restaurants in her hometown, moving out when she was only 16 to work as a guitar tech. the roadie life was nice for a while, but she knew it wasn’t going to be her forever. her rekindled friendship with joey meant the start of her investigative work and introduction to the rest of her crew.

THE CREW became a family to lottie, nights at the bar with sammy and peter spent scouting their newest assignment, and waiting on rooftops for the perfect photo with joey. she couldn’t deny the tension in the air every time she was left alone with peter, or the fact that lambert so conveniently assigned them on stakeouts together where they talked for hours on end.

RELATIONSHIPS! lottie quickly became an older sister to sammy, keeping her company when they were working late nights, and playing card games with her in shitty motel rooms when they were traveling. as much as she wanted to hate him, she found herself getting along with frank. he was abrasive, sure, but that was the sort of attitude they needed from time to time. peter wasn’t the biggest fan of frank, so lottie always laughed quietly to herself whenever he confidently cut in on their conversations. she never missed an opportunity to challenge peter to a drinking game, one that she almost always lost, but never failed to amuse her.

DETAILS! lottie spent late night after late night seated criss cross on motel beds with sammy watching re runs of old horror movies, nosferatu one of their favorites. she often found herself perched on grimy benches outside of hole in the wall restaurants with peter. the rest of the crew took every opportunity they could to tease the pair, the two of them laughing it off as lottie threw her legs over his, perched on the couch as sammy mixed up drinks for the group.

NOTES! hi guys <33 after the longest time cooking her up, im so excited to be bringing u all my abigail oc!! shoutout to @endofradio for the inspo & getting me to rewatch abigail (again) !! there will definitely be more of lottie coming very soon & im currently working on a one shot ft her and peter <3 might explore a lottie x frank OR lottie x joey relationship at some point too so thank u so so much for all the love !!

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tyrantisterror · 1 year ago

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what do you like about vampires that appeals to you?

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Man, it's hard to articulate my answer to this. There's just so much to like!

Vampires have this quintessential Gothic Horror spookiness to them - all those motifs of decay and things that were lost or forgotten rising from the grave to remind us of their terrible presence, lingering well past the point where they should have left. Their almost the personification of that genre in my mind, really - sentimental and melodramatic, tragic and camp and terrifying and alluring.

They're creatures who straddle two different worlds and belong to neither - between life and death, human and maneater, person and monster. They have to pretend to be what they once were to continue their current and often miserable existence as something quite different.

I like them best when their nature as shapeshifters is highlighted - Stoker went off when he gave them, like, fifty fucking different forms. Particles dancing in moonlight, creeping green fog, bats, wolves, swarms of rats, all excellent, allowing vampires to be truly versatile threats despite their many weaknesses, and playing with the idea of them as ambush predators. Always hiding behind a new mask, waiting for you to get close so they can strike.

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They have the guile to look human until they're ready to sink their teeth into you, and that's terrifying.

But there's also a pathos inherent to them, a tragedy. Whether they know it or not, vampires are, for all their power, pathetic. They can never be what they once were, their humanity stolen from them. Many of them are reduced to acting as parasites, hiding on the fringes as they struggle to maintain their existence in a world that (often rightly) hates them for it. Many are cursed with the memory of what it was to be human, which makes the inescapable nature of their current cursed half-life all the more tragic.

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And all of that is really juicy from a writing/drawing perspective... but, more importantly given the discussion that prompted this ask, it's really fucking hot.

They're basically orchid mantises, after all - predators in an alluring shape by design, meant to lure you close so they can fucking get you. Vampires have been sexualized so heavily in fiction in part because that works with their monster concept - they are predators who wear human faces to catch their prey (which is probably why they're so often put up against their sibling monster archetype, werewolves, who are their opposite - predators that strip themselves of human skin to hunt), so it only makes sense for that face to be hot. And there's something enticing about being lured into something pleasingly dangerous - erotically life-threatening.

I mean, so long as it stays strictly fantasy, of course. Which, vampires being not real, it kind of has to.

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It also helps that a lot of vampires - not all or even most, but a lot - seem to have so much fucking fun being vampires. I think the appeal of rooting for monster characters lies in feeling monstrous yourself, and in that case there is something so appealing about the vampire's transgressive existence - that yes, they are predators of humans and enemies of the species they once belonged to, but that's a problem for the normies, not the vampire.

They're lonely and wicked and tragic and maniacal, and they want to hold you down firmly but perhaps a bit gently as they tenderly move your head to one side and lean in for a deadly kiss that is almost always portrayed as more sexual than painful despite its lethal consequences... like, it's perilous, yes, but it's romantically perilous, right? Especially since they often seem very keen to let you join them, to share eternal cursed life as part of their deadly embrace... it's a dark, fucked up sort of fantasy, but it's one that can seem really appealing if you have the right things wrong with you.

Also, fangs, goth wardrobe, red or yellow eyes with slit nocturnal pupils, nosferatu claws... like I'm not going to justify it those things are just hot to me.

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