#tlb oc

[chrissiepop]

"It's too risky I don't wanna hurt you" "I can't let my desires or darkness take control" "I'm too powerful I could harm you"

JUST SHUT UP AND ONE OF YOU FOUR PUT A BABY IN ME!!!

[slowlyoats]

The Lost Boys: What they like in other people

Marko

- creativity

- Absolutely HATES the idea of blending in

- Hence why his jacket is so different from his brother’s jackets

- He’s drawn to creative people who outwardly express their creativity with their appearance

- This is why he loves the board walk!! There are TONS of people who dress originally and In an unapologetic way

- I think one of his biggest struggles with being a vampire is that he can’t be outside during the day, and it’s not because he misses the sun or the warmth, it’s because thats the time of day people are usually outside creating wall murals, doing chalk art, painting landscapes.

- He misses interacting with those artists

- So, if he is at the board walk and just so happens to see someone set up with an easel, painting the lights of carnival rides, you BET that boy is going to introduce himself

- And find out everything there is to know about you

- And try to convince you to stay in Santa Carla forever with him

Paul

- Music taste

- Paul is a music snob

- He will totally judge a person based off the music they listen to, and will, on many occasions, choose his victims based off their poor music taste

- His favorite place on the Boardwalk is the record store

- It’s run by this older lady who shares Paul’s love for music

- He goes in at least once a week to say hi, and discuss music with her

- I feel like her name is Gretchen, but Paul insists on calling her Gretch

- He usually sits behind the cash register and talks to her in between customers

- And if it’s one of those nights where Paul can’t sit still, Gretchen makes him unload boxes in the back room and set up any new displays

- She LOVES to play matchmaker with Paul

- Because she is the only record store around, she knows the music taste of most people who live in Santa Carla

- So she try’s to find Paul a date, by matching up his music taste with a regular’s

- This usually doesn’t work out, but she LOVES to try

- *whispers* “look at her Paul! Isn’t she lovely?? And she listens to Motley Crüe!”

- He went on one date that Gretchen set him up on, and it didn’t end too well….so he swore he would never do it again.

- Let’s just say that the girl smelled a little TOO good and he couldn’t stop himself from having a taste

- He cares too much about Gretchen’s companionship to ruin it with him loosing control and eating all her customers

Dwayne

- kindness

- The boys don’t get shown a lot of kindness because…you know…they kill people and stuff

- But that doesn’t mean they don’t have feelings!!

- Dwayne might be the silent, stern type, BUT if anyone shows him the tiniest bit of kindness this man will become your devoted follower

- He may be a vampire, but he remembers what it was like to be human, and how easy it is to be selfish and just plain mean

- He also remembers that kindness is a choice

- And the kindest people tend to be the strongest

- Being kind to him is one thing, he might keep an eye out for you on the boardwalk in case you find yourself in trouble, or change your tire if you get a flat.

- But

- If your kind to Laddie?

- Maybe he got lost and you helped him find his way back to the boys? Or bought him a ice cream? Or maybe even helped him reach an arcade game he so desperately wanted to play?

- Oh boy.

- You just found your self a guardian watch dog angel. Trust me when I saw NO ONE will lay a hand on you or look at you the wrong way EVER and live to tell the tale

- And if you just so happen to be his type?

- Well, I hope you like Santa Carla because you won’t be leaving

David

- courage

- He admires someone who can stand there ground

- Who can get in the face of a surfer nazi and tell them where they can stick it

- Who won’t put up with Paul and Marko teasing them, and will dish it right back to them!

- Who won’t be intimidated and has no problem telling him and the boys “no” with a smile on their face

- Someone who doesn’t give a flying you-know-what about what anyone has to say to them about hanging around him and his boys

- Their confident in their decisions, even the bad ones

- When offered a drink from that sparkly bottle they give him a wink, and take a huge swig!

- And PROMPTLY spit it out all over their prized poster, because like HELL will you be tricked into doing anything you don’t want to do

[ria-coolgirl]

If so what kind of car would she have?

[barbara-on-myspace]

Was peer pressured by the Discord…here’s your guy…

[tac-the-unseen]

Had this idea after watching a tik tok.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Changes chapter 51

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The house was quiet. Max had left earlier that week, and still Julie hadn't heard anything. Not from him, not from Lucy. She sighed as her fingers brushed through Thorns hair. She couldn't help but feel nervous. What if her mom was not like she remembered. Or what if her mom was disappointed in who she had become? What if she was terrified of vampires and didn't want anything to do with her own daughter anymore?

She took a deep breath, shaking her head slightly. No matter her nerves, she shouldn't think like this. They were away to get her mom, her mom, who had taken such a hit from her going, missing that she was still not alright. Bitterly, Julie thought that it was a thing she and her mom had in common. She still couldn't stand doctors. She still sometimes had the feeling of seeing familiar horrifying faces in the crowds.

She sighed as she walked to the fridge, taking a bloodbag, double checking the type, before putting it in a cup and heating it up.

She waited patiently as the timer went down, looking up when she heard a loud knock on the door. She ignored the beeping of the microwave, instead walking to the door, Thorn following close behind. As she opened it, her cautious look turned into a bright grin.

"Maria!"

"Hey, Jules," the woman smiled. She looked tougher since the last time Julie had seen her. As if she had been fighting and seen horrors, she thought quietly.

"What are you doing here? When you left I-" Julie stopped herself from rambling, stepping aside and opening the door wider. "Come on in."

"After Shelly died, I just couldn't stay here," Maria said quietly, staring at her cup of coffee. "I blamed COL for it, so I spent my time learning how to use guns, how to get in and out of buildings undiscovered. I wanted to take them down."

Julie didn't know what to say, so she just stared at Maria with a not so well hidden amazement in her eyes.

"It was crazy, but it worked? Just a little, I managed to destroy one other chapter."

"You are so cool!" Julie grinned, giving Maria a tight hug. "You're like an action hero!"

Maria laughed, shaking her head. "No," she said, "absolutely not. Believe me. This is just cheaper than any therapy I can afford."

Julie was quiet for a moment before giggling. "I guess it is!" After all, hadn't she done the exact same thing?

"Are you doing this all alone?" She asked softly. Maria nodded.

"I don't want to drag anyone else into this mess."

"We've already destroyed one chapter. We can always help you. It's for a good cause after all."

Maria shook her head, taking Julie's hand in hers. "Jules, you've been fighting this since you were seventeen. You've been fighting for four years. I don't want you to anymore. You found a home, a family - you've had your revenge. Now let me get mine."

The two of them had been so deep in conversation that they hadn't noticed David walking in.

"I agree," he said, startling Julie. "I also think you shouldn't do this alone."

"What do you suggest I do then?"

"Star wants to end COL as well. Michael wants to go along, so I might also just join."

Julie frowned slightly. "Is something going on between you and Michael?"

"Not yet."

"Are you certain this is what you'd do? It's not an easy thing to do."

David shrugged. He looked at Julie before turning his gaze back on Maria. "I've got some wrongs to right."

Later that evening, Julie was alone again. She still didn't know how to feel about her best friend and her brother going out to fight and end the Company of Life, but she did appreciate it. Still, them risking their lives?

As worry overtook her, she grabbed a bowl, some eggs and flower, and began to bake. It kept her mind off of things, and this way, she could give them something for when they were on the road.

After finishing the batter, she filled thirty-six cupcake cups and put them in the oven. The house smelled nice, and the kitchen was cleaned with little to no effort. Julie sighed. It would be weird not to have David or Michael around. Ever since David had taken up her driving lessons, she had become quite good at it, and she became quite close to him. She and Michael had fun, even though her memories of him weren't all there.

Hell, she thought quietly, she was even going to miss Star's quiet presence. Not that she'd let anyone know that. Luckily, Paul, Marko, and Dwayne had all explicitly stated that they'd be staying in Santa Carla.

The oven beeped, and Julie took the first tray of twelve out easily. She grabbed the second, the oven door still open when Max entered the house. His keys rattled against the front door, and Thorn jumped from the couch dancing around the second he heard his master.

As Max walked in, Lucy was close to follow. She was carrying a large bag.

Julie stood there, frozen,a tray of cupcakes in her hands. She looked at the people walking in, looking past Max, looking past Lucy. Staring at the woman entering the house last. A tall, kind looking woman with dark curly hair. The woman whom Julie had seen in flashes of memories, the woman who she had longed to see for so long. As she looked at the woman, she lost grip of the tray, letting the small cakes fall to the ground. Julie didn't care, instead looking at the woman.

The woman stared back, frozen in place in the hallway.

"Mom?"

"Julie?"

The two of them stared at each other before they ran towards the other, holding on tightly. Julie closed her eyes as she breathed her mom in, smelling the familiar scent of vanilla and cinnamon. Her mother held onto her tightly, rushing her hand over her hair as she kept hugging her, as if she was feeling whether or not she was truly there.

"You're alive... you're here.." her mother whispered with tears in her eyes.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again..."

"Neither did I, sweetheart," her mother pulled away, looking at her. "They told me what happened, what those people did to you,.." she became quiet, really looking at her daughter. "You became a beautiful woman."

"I missed you so much," tears ran down Julie's face as she held on to her mother.

"Me too, darling," her mother smiled softly, leading her to the couch and sitting down.

Lucy had taken the other tray of cupcakes out of the oven and walked into the living room with a plate of cupcakes in one hand and two empty cups in the other. She gave them both some lemonade before leaving the room.

Julie and het mother talked about everything. About how she ended up at the facility, what she'd been through when she got there, how she was changed and how she found her place here.

"Are you happy?"

Julie nodded, smiling brightly.

"Good," her mom smiled. "And Max is treating you well?"

Once again Julie nodded, looking at her mom. "He kind of became my dad."

"I'm glad you found a family." Her mother hugged her again, tightly. "And I'm glad you remember me. When Lucy told me you had trouble remembering things I feared the worst."

"I couldn't remember your face," Julie said quietly, "but I remembered baking together. And having fun."

Her mother was quiet as the two of them sat their, both drinking their drinks and eating their cupcakes.

"Mom?"

"Are you going to stay?"

It was quiet for a moment, before the woman nodded. "I am."

"Will you become like us?"

"I don't know."

"I don't want to lose you again..."

Her mother gave her a sad smile, holding her tightly. "Me neither, darling. I will think about it, I promise you. Until then, I am going to live with Lucy. You can always call, and we can meet up as often as you'd like. I don't want to go, but Lucy and the doctors both said it would be best if we slowly built our relationship up again."

Julie nodded, not really understanding why per se, but accepting it enough. She hugged her mom, waving her goodbye, before making her way up to her room. She closed the door, Thorn jumping inside before she did so, and went to lay down on her bed. She stared at the sunset painted on her walls, remembering with a smile how long ago that was. How different things had been back then. How different things were now.

Over the next couple of weeks, she hung out with her mom often, at one point introducing her to the boys - whom she loved. It was a weird sight to see the three of them being so domestic, exchanging pleasantries, and playing boardgames. But Julie loved it.

Night after night, she began to feel happier, more free, and more home than she had in a long time. Dwayne and her hung out often, Marko and Paul also stepping by whenever they wanted to. Sometimes they had updates about what David, Maria, Michael and Star were doing - with the exciting update being they destroyed a third chapter of COL already, and a boring update being that Michael and David actually got together. It was fun for them, of course, but back at home, everyone already knew it was bound to happen.

Max and Lucy became closer, in such a way that Lucy agreed to turn. It was a wonderful thing to see Max so happy and in love, but it caused an awkward feeling to rise within Julie. After all, her aunt was now also her adopted mom. When she brought up this problem to Paul, he immediately began to sing an old folk tune, I am my own Grandpa, and Julie decided right then and there that she should not be worried about it.

Things were good. Thanksgiving came and went, without a word from David and the others. When Christmas rolled along, things were different. The house was filled with bright lights, and a large christmastree stood in the living room with piles of presents spread out underneath it. Lucy, Julie and Dana - Julie's mom - were working in the kitchen, Lucy making dinner and the mother and daughter working on the deserts.

Tonight, it would be a full house. Max had invited everyone, including Grandpa Emerson (who never dared to set foot in the direction of Max' house because he was sick of vampires) and the Widow Johnson. Both had denied the invitation request, but even then, the house would be filled to the brim. Sam was coming, the boys, David and Michael had returned, and even Maria and Star were joining the Christmas festivities.

That night, the house was filled with laughter and fun. Gifts were being exchanged, food was eaten and at last, when the sun began to rise it was decided everyone could stay here and hide from the sun. With a contend smile, Julie told the others goodnight, walking up to her room. She closed the block out curtains, opening the door when she heard Thorn run up the stairs.

"You want to sleep with me, hm?" She smiled, letting the hellhound in.

She changed into her pyjamas and dropped down on her bed, covering herself with three thick layers of blankets. It was like a warm, cosy cocoon that she knew she'd have trouble to leave the next day. She sighed a deep content sigh, her fingers brushing through Thorns fur. Yes, she thought quietly to herself, after everything she's been through, after everything that changed, she finally felt just right.

She was home.

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So... this is it. It's weird ending this story after working on it for so many months, publishing weekly with occasionally multiple chapters per week. I'm really glad this story is out there now and that it has found some love with you as readers. So thank you for reading and for responding and reblogging - all of your comments really made my day in words I can barely describe.

The next thing I am going to be working on are the requests I have in my inbox (I am so sorry for the incredibly long wait before I uploaded your requests, I wanted to finish Changes before the new year).

After that I'll see. There are some older stories on here that deserve a rewrite (looking at Roseblood, I wrote that stuff when I was sixteen, and boy could it use an update) and of course, there are some stories still in need of getting their final chapters.

Anyways. Long story short, thank you for reading. And happy holidays, and may the new year bring you as much luck and happiness as you need.💜

BONUS evil ending explained >

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

🦇🍒Christopher Ref🍒🦇

We finally have the youngest Baby Bat and David's second born, Christopher! Chris is the only boy among his sisters, and he usually plays 'bait' for them when needed. He difinetly has more attributes to Chrysta. His shy nature and gentle, sympathetic heart have earned him a little rough patch with his father going through his teen trimester of immortality. But nonetheless, like father like son, Chris is calculating, he's sly and can use his charm to get his way. He's the most merciful of his family, yes... But he's still a Vampire, and he's still David's son.

Anastasia Jennifer Tiffany Katherine

[glorioustrashcheesecake]

Here’s the two versions of Comet’s design

[hypocriticalspicewrites]

🩷🖤🩷 [NSFW mentioned ahead! DavidxSelfInsert🖤🩷🖤

David, who is a man known to be very sadistic and almost cruel during sex. Very rough and passionate for the couple of minutes he has his prey underneath him. He can go far enough that one wouldn't be able to tell if he's biting your neck to induce pleasure or to rip out your jugular before it's too late.

David, who finally had his pretty caged between his arms after chasing her all night around the cave, trapping her in the own safety of her nest, making sure she knew that she couldn't go anywhere to outrun or hide from him.

David, who slowly heard her giggles deafen as he nipped at her neck, and licked a glittery trail of saliva across her collarbone, only her lulling heartbeat filling the silence in the back of his mind as it slowly started to race.

David, who quickly gave into the lust nestled in his undead chest as his fingers digging into plush flesh slowly clawed their way up toward her stomach, creeping beneath the hem of her shirt, hearing her heart all but quicken in what he thought was excitement.

David, who thought he'd have her a crying and hot mess beneath his body in only a few anticipated and impatient minutes, but as he continued to leave a trail of hickeys and abused skin across her shoulder, he stopped at a sound.

A whimper.

A shakey exhale.

A sob.

It didn't take long for his lips to leave her warm skin, prying his head away from where it had nestled into the crane of her neck. He pulled back just a bit he could stay close to her face, but somehow, far enough, he still wanted to admire his handiwork already made on her. But his eyes were quick to not focus on that and more on the big glassy eyes and trembling lip scrunched up on her face.

David's brows raised, tilting his head just a bit as he gave a pointed look. She could tell his clicked his tongue over the roof of his mouth behind his slightly pursed lips.

She didn't know what else to do but hide. It's what she did best. Bringing her arms up to her face and hiding her face away and behind the folded limbs, her body almost curled defensively. "M'sorry..."

David was silent the whole time, watching her chest heave with a sharp weep. He shifted into a more upright position, a deep sigh escaping through his nose.

"No, come here." He spoke as though to demand her, but his voice was quiet, and his touch was gentle as he brought his hands to each of her wrists, pulling them away from her face so she was left vulnerable to his eyes, watching each tear that rolled down her cheeks, and every quiver of her bottom lip. "Look at me."

"I'm sorry." She repeated again, still having her arms held down by David's. "I'm nervous." She confessed- not wanting to waste time of giving him an answer he didn't want. He'd search her mind for it even if she protested.

He didn't answer yet, still watching her. An unreadable train of thought behind his narrowed gaze, his eyes not blinking, open enough she could see the candlelight flickering off the reflection in them.

"I just don't want to disappoint you if I'm not going fast enough... Or hard enough. I don't want you to get mad at me if I can't keep up." She felt so embarrassed at how he could easily get her to spill everything on her mind without having to do anything but look at her. How easy he could make her lay every though trouble her out in the table before him to examine. Read her like the words of a book were carved onto her flesh.

He slowly brought a hand up to the side of her face, leaning into close, so his weight was leaning atop her ever so slightly. His knuckle gently stroked underneath her eye, wiping away a stream that tears continued to leak from, feeling the warm liquid trickle down his finger.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, his tone not at all matching his facial expression in that moment.

She looked at him for a second, lips parting fir a second, but finding it hard to soeak, hesitating a bit- and he didn't like that. The pointed look quickly returned, his head tilting enough this time his forehead rested against her own. He wanted a yes or no. And he wanted it for her - not for him. A genuine yes she wanted to continue, and to not please him. Or a no, she didn't want to, and not to him an answer to hear.

"No, I want to keep going." She confirmed, giving him a nod. "But... Do you?"

"I'm not about to pity fuck you, Chrissie." His voice wasn't exactly harsh, but it made her feel like shrinking into herself just a bit. "I'm going to fuck you like the thing you are to me. My mate." He took her chin between his fingers, training her gaze back to him. "And do you know what that means?"

Almost ashamed, she shook her head slightly, his pointer finger stroking the underside of her chin, like trying to calm a wild cat.

"It means I'm your mate as much as you're mine. I never have, and never will be disappointed or feel unfulfilled by your body. I'm not going to get mad at you for giving me the opportunity to please you. Understand?"

He spoke to her like he was scolding her for having such a train of thought, like it was complete insanity to think she wasn't enough to fulfill the deep dark need in him. But a look of satisfaction crossed his face when she gave a small nod, his hand dropping from her chin down to her hip where his other still stayed.

"Do you want me to start off gentle?" He asked, lifting himself to look over her just a bit, feeling that need start to throb in his chest again, replacing something akin to a heartbeat he once had, seeing her underneath him was a sight he'd never get tired of seeing every night.

"Only a little bit." She answered quietly, placing with the buttons on her lacey blouse. The sight reminded him of something like a child being caught in a lie and having to admit their faults. It made a grin quirk on the edge if his lips.

"Just make sure to tell me that next time, okay?" He leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead, feeling the tickle of her brunette bangs against his lips as he pulled away, hearing a soft little 'okay' back.

David, a man who, if asked nicely, will be gentle.

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[mjtheartist04]

Christmas gift for my lovely @hypocriticaltypwriter 🎁💖

Thank you hunny for being such a wonderful and kind person. For being so supportive and generous! You’re one of the most sweetest people I know.

Your a very talented artist, a writer and a hardworking girl. You never fail to amaze me with your talents and ideas. you have made and given us such wonderful gifts, when actually you were the true gift and blessing in our lives all along.💖

You’ve made me smile, laugh, and just make my days so much brighter and I can’t thank you enough, no matter how MANY times I say it, it will never be enough. Cherish you always and love you forever🩵

Merry Christmas love💕

[chrissiepop]

Its almost Christmas and not a single boy has come here to wish me a Merry Christmas.

Hmm, well... I suppose I'll just... Leave this Mistletoe here in the doorway..

[crystal-anne-rocker]

Marko's been makin' me do poses for him in my new lingerie I just brought, whoeva gave that man a camera I swear to God! 😩

[berd-alert]

[ria-coolgirl]

Darla:Gotta love knitting needles. I can make a scarf. I can make a hat. I can stab your eyes out. I can make mittens.

*The boys stop wherever it is they were doing*

Marko:Wait what was that middle part?

Darla: I can make a hat

[darla-sweets-87]

Hey I’m looking for some help with my store and I’m putting up a help wanted sign.

I just need experienced bakers, a person for the cashier and waitstaff.

[tac-the-unseen]

I LOVE THESE CHART THINGS AND I FINALLY GET TO USE THEM!

Using my OC Fortuna!