#toxic immortal yaoi or something

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ending of the dark prophecy summarized

[lilacartsmadsion]

Something I find incredibly funny is that almost every major Lore Update with DCA and a new characters coming there’s always a chance for said new characters become a ship with him.

Affogato? Toxic Yaoi

Clotted Cream? Also Toxic but maybe we can work it out yaoi.

Stormbringer? Does this count as god x servant or just god x somewhat immortal.

Mystic Flour? Toxic Straight ass

Peach Blossom? More Twink x Buff guy.

Like almost every major update with DCA and he gets shipped with nearly all of them.

[unhetalia]

I think what's fascinating about Arthur and Alfred is that the concept of immortality plays a huge part in the relationship between them in a way that it doesn't for other Hetalia ships.

In a way, this adds to the idea that Nations are 'other', and this is actually what's made them a less popular ship in fandom over time. People are uncomfortable with the fact that they met when Alfred was a child and Arthur was an adult. They're uncomfortable with the fact that there was a time where Arthur could be considered Alfred's caretaker.

If these two characters weren't immortal, there would be very little room for their relationship to grow beyond that of an adult and child, caretaker and charge. BECAUSE they're immortal, however, it's not only possible BUT we get to actually see it, which is rarer than you'd think in Hetalia.

Even though we as fans understand that history and time can change the relationship between two nations, we actually rarely see this in action. For example, Francis and Arthur have always been portrayed as rivals, and the intensity of that rivalry has stayed pretty consistent in canon despite the difference in their two countries' relationship. We know that Kiku and Alfred must have have had some difficulties between that first meeting and them being best friends in modern times, but we don't really see that either.

Arthur and Alfred's relationship, however, gets a really gorgeous, seriously written nod to the breakdown of the caretaker and charge relationship AND we also get to see them-as-equals in the present. When Himaruya used to do more ship tease, we even got to see it leading to a will-they-won't-they kind of thing.

So, it's really fascinating because it's a relationship where you can see that passage of time for them as Nations. I also think it allows for me to explore something that I don't believe in when it comes to real relationships - the idea that 'love is enough'.

This one can apply to everyone in Hetalia, but is particularly juicy with the canon we see for Arthur and Alfred. In real life, I stand by the adage that love is not enough. Love does not equal compatibility, it does not equal solving your relationship problems and love is not worth sacrificing yourself for. Basically - you need more than love to make a relationship work.

If Arthur and Alfred were mortal, they wouldn't have enough time to sort out all their issues in order to make a relationship work. That's my true opinion. A lot of accepting and moving on needs to happen. If they were mortal, I'd say ... just leave it. Experience the world! Find a love less intense but more healthy.

BUT THEY'RE NOT MORTAL. They're gonna get to a point where they've experienced as much world as they can, and the less intense but healthier love will literally die, and then who is left but each other, and every other immortal they have issues with? THIS is when love can be enough. This is when you can work on all the things that aren't worth working towards as a mortal. Eventually, we have a forever-young less toxic yaoi of my dreams.

And that is fucking amazing.

[qsmplesbians]

"I hurt everything, but not you."

[Foolhalo, realm smp, fruity yearning, toxic yaoi]

Foolish despises bad, he hates him. He hates his long black silky hair, he hated his long white lashes that fluttered when he tried to lie,he hated the way his eyes despite having no pupils showed both adoration and hate towards him, he despised the way his body slithered like a snake when he walked. He hated him. He despised him and his beauty, he hates that stupid beautiful smile- he hated how perfect his smile was even with the gap in his teeth.

Bad hates foolish too, he hates his perfect body. He hates the way his skin glows in the sun due to being gold, he hates his big green eyes that stare into his soul. He hates his perfect face, his strong features which he has traced man times. He hates the dimples that appear when he smiles at his torment. He hates the scars that his hands has traced and caused years before. It's all hate, it's all anger towards the man. He's against him, he's against his stupid perfect fudging face.

But, oh, how he adores him. Bad loves the way his dagger sinks into his skin, foolish loves the way his fangs tear into his skin, bad adores the way he fights back. Foolish is the only one who can hold the hand of the reaper, bad is the only one to physical cut the totem permanently. To the outside, it's a sick, toxic practice- heartless and immortal to constantly fight then bathe in the presence of the other.

"I want you dead. I want your head hanging on a spike" the king says, the reaper smiles wagging "I dare you try." He taunts, foolish knows that he won't. It's pointless, the other can merely put it back on. Foolish stands, the jingles of his jewelry ringing out as he gets closer; bad stares at him. The royal holds the demon by his face, making the eyeless being snarl then smile "careful, you might actually hurt me." He teased, foolish merely growls squeezing him more. Bad can feel his nails digging into his skin "I despise you." He muttered bluntly, bad merely holds his wrist that grips his face "I despise you too, my lord" he spits out with a snarl. They both stare, bad can basically read the yearning in his eyes. He knows It because, he feels it too; something about the anger begins to morph into something more.

Want. Desire. The words "I despise you" turn into something else "I want you."

They don't know when they started to kiss each other, didn't matter; the only cared about the yearning they felt. The hunger to both have each other and harm the other, both have the habit of biting. Both know to draw blood whether to slaughter or devouring each other. "Remove the gloves, I want to feel your actual hands." Foolish commands, bad stares "you're impatient, my king" he teased; Foolish grabbed his throat making him gasp coughing "o-okay! Okay- I will!" He weakly rambled. Foolish dropped him, he stared annoyed snarling "don't piss me off, bad. I'll fucking gut you" bad smiled using his teeth to remove his gloves "promise?"

Foolish stares, scoffing looking off "you are such a little- freak. get behind the throne. I don't want people to see this shit" he grumbled pulling him, bad smiled before his eyes went wide; suddenly being pushed against the back of the throne, his eyes wide and face flustered "my lord, this is uh- this is kinda crazy. You sure about doing this in public..?" He muttered, foolish stared as a greenish blush appeared "don't- stop referring to it like that. We're just kissing, nothing crazy." He grumbled, bad blinked then nodded a bit "now, shut up and kiss me before those jesters come" he muttered against the others lips, bad stares as his lips quivered trying to speak "shut the fuck up."

"Language. " he muttered before grabbing the other by the face, engaging into the kiss; bad always hesitated with touching, his hands could turn anyone to ash- anyone but foolish, no matter how many times they touched he would still be standing. His hands felt right holding onto his face, grazing his chin, his cheeks, his jaw. Foolish was a touchy type, his hands always going to hook under his ears touching his hair. Foolish adored his hair, his hands always going to it. Foolish would use his sword or dagger to cut it, to keep it as a present. As a souvenir. "Your fangs are sharper today, my liege" foolish scoffs still pressed against his lips "the better to hurt you with, my dear." He whispered smiling.

Bad merely chuckled, they continued to kiss; a mix of blood and want; both holding the other with desire, gasping and panting as if drowning in the others touch. Bad pulled back, his hair messy and lips bloody- the man chuckles smiling "you look a mess, my liege" foolish scoffs then rolling his eyes "you're no better, asshole" he grumbled out of breath. Foolish holds his waist going into the crook of the others neck, bad gasped going red as the other bit his shoulder growling; bad chuckled grabbing his hair "you're hungry to hurt me, huh?" He muttered smiling before hissing in pain "jesus- watch it! That was a vein!" He yells, making the shark totem smile against his skin. Bad clawed at his back smiling "whoops." He muttered, foolish pulled up looking at him panting chuckling "fucking asshole." He grumbled grabbing bad by the throat, he gasped coughing "I should snap your throat, you little freak. Cut those- those beady little white eyes" He growled out

Bad smiled "you love my eyes, don't you my lord?" Foolish stared before loosening his grip "you're- why are you like this?" He grumbled, the other giggled as he was let go; his wings fluttering. "Like what? Amazing? Sweet? Perfect?" Foolish crossed his arms. "Fucking weird. " bad pouted then pushing him "Language, your so mean." He grumbled walking off. Foolish stated "hey uh, bad..?" He muttered, he turned fixing his shirt "i-i..hate you" he grumbled looking off, bad hummed then smiling "I love you too, my lord" He said then quickly kissing his cheek making foolish huffed "shut the fuck up, I didn't say that. " he yelled, bad laughed

"I know but, it felt right!" The demon taunts, foolish watched as he teleported off; his eyes soften. He hates him, he hates the way his tail wagged saying "I Iove you", he hates the way his heart flutters at the words, he despises the effect that demon has on his heart.

"I love you too, you asshole.."

AUTHOR RAMBLES

Hi, I got bored and wanted to write some crazy yearning and twisted love. Foolhalo makes my brain go crazy man. That's it, but hey! Here it is.

[highlordofkrypton]

This is the story of Lucien Vanserra, as told in his own words, of his journey through his immortal life. Lucien recounts how he, a vampire, fell in love with the radiant and innocent Tamlin and how he destroyed both of their lives.

Finally, the time has come for your main gift @yaralulu for this year's @acotargiftexchange. This is the first of five chapters, so I hope you are seated and ready for bloody and toxic yaoi! Special shoutout to @olenvasynyt in this chapter, hope you like it and thank you for the inspiration!

TAGS: Explicit (oh yes, there will be smut), Lucien Vanserra/Tamlin, Alternate Universe - Vampire. More tags to be added along with new chapters.

READ ON AO3 OR UNDER THE CUT.

Vampires aren’t real.

If they were, surely the world would know about them by now? Science has advanced far too much, along with surveillance and weaponry. There’s no way that a vampire could get away—

No, they could.

The nights are more active with workers and party goers alike keeping the streets alive. People go missing all the time, and the understanding of disease and unique conditions could easily explain away the symptoms of vampirism. Fear of the sun? No, an allergy—skin sensitivity. Sunglasses? It’s nothing more than the consequences of a hangover. Nesta has seen it all, and she unravelled every single thread with plausible explanation and proof. If this one doesn’t work out, then she’ll know: vampires aren’t real.

Her manicured fingers trace the winding banister, up to a plain apartment. She would have imagined something much more wondrous and lavish for someone with the means to live forever, thus accumulating limitless wealth. Instead, he lives among the people, blending in with what would be his next meal. I could be next, she remarks, made of flesh and blood just like his neighbours. Is this worth it?

Curiosity is an insatiable hunger, and poverty deepens it. This could be the discovery of the century, and it would have her name on it. Nesta Archeron would carry her surname out of disgrace and finish her father’s work—the work that had him branded as a madman. People are much kinder to her, likening her interest as esoteric. It works in her favour that witchcraft and astrology are becoming more and more on trend. But she doesn’t want to be a trend. Her hunger lies in the truth, no matter how painful and terrifying. Her work is Putlizer worthy, she just needs the right subject.

Her knuckles rap at the door, just below the metal plaque written ‘406’.

Nesta had met the breathtaking stranger at the bar, drinking her woes away. Another opportunity slipped through her fingers in favour of lesser, more amenable male colleagues. Her mouth is too sharp, and her brain too smart. Maybe journalism isn’t for me, she’d lamented into a glass of whiskey, and at that very moment, he’d slid into the stool beside her. Her lips parted to reject him, but they hung there in muted surprise as she stared. He was beautiful, except beautiful didn’t cut it. He was breathtaking, so much that she could not find the words to express the depth of his handsomeness. Not quite pale, his pristine skin carried an olive undertone which she was sure would ripen nicely under the kiss of the sun, if he cared to venture out into it. His eyes—one amber, and the other pure gold—glinted in the darkness, as if stealing the light in the very room. There wasn’t enough light to make them glow like that, but that made him all the more entrancing. His long auburn hair was tied into a loose bun, strands artfully placed around his face to frame his high cheekbones and sharp jaw. He was so beautiful that she could not doubt that he was something more.

They got to talking, and he made her laugh in ways that were not obnoxious or at her expense. His flirtations were smooth and subtle, but not so much that she did not notice. His words were like the undertones of sweet maple in her drink—present, but not overwhelming and yet, it marks the difference between a good whiskey and everything else.

“I have your story,” he said so easily, as if changing lives were something he simply did at the drop of a hat. “Do you believe in vampires, Nesta?” He slipped a card into her pocket, and she had run her fingers over the gold printed address over and over again before finding herself here. 

The door swings open, and there he stands, nearly a foot above her in all his ethereal glory. His red hair had been let loose to fall across his shoulders like soft silk. She yearns to reach out and touch, her curiosity running wild in his presence. Instead, she tightens her grip on her purse and tips her chin up in defiance of the nerves bubbling inside her.

“You’re here.” The velvet of his voice sends shivers down her spine, and the delicate smile makes her weak. Does he know its power? He has to. His confidence is unmistakable. “Come in, Nesta.”

The apartment is modest, to say the least. It is the antithesis of its inhabitant who naturally commands a crowded room. Here, in the plainness of the room, he is the only thing that matters and it makes her painfully aware of him and his every movement.

He takes her coat, but she keeps her purse, and guides her to the small living room. He sweeps his slender hand towards the single seat while he takes the couch across from her. His arm rests along its back, extended and possessive, and he crosses his long legs. Although he’s the one being interviewed, his gaze weighs on her. It dissects her, and his thoughts are unreadable. He is nothing more than pleasant, patient and willing.

Nesta quickly takes out her things, as if not to waste his time—as if he didn’t have plenty of it. Her recorder is placed between them on a cheap ikea coffee table of pressed wood; she prefers it over using her phone, too easily distracted by the pop of notifications if she were to leave it out within view. In her lap, she keeps a notebook and a pen to jot down any questions that float to mind so as to avoid interrupting him.

“Are you ready?” He asks her. “Do you have enough battery on that?” His eyes flicker down to the recorder.

“I have my phone if ever,” Nesta explains. A small part of her thinks this is some kind of prank, and that she came all this way for nothing. It wouldn’t be the first time I went home with a man and ended up disappointed. What do I have to lose?

She sits back into the chair. “You were saying vampires were real?”

“I’m not just saying. They are real.”

Nesta smiles, and chuckles softly. “You’ll have to excuse me if I seem… incredulous. In my line of work, people make bold claims all the time and they rarely have the proof to back it up.”

If her resistance bothers him, he doesn’t show it. He is nothing more but comfortable. He watches her for a long moment, smiling again. His lips spread to bare his teeth, and the smile widens and widens to reveal two pointed fangs in place of his canine teeth. Before Nesta can argue about the use of false teeth, his eyes light up, and he speaks a single command: “Undress.”

Oh, yes, she would like that. She would like nothing more than to please the man before her. Nesta looks down, fingers darting to the buttons down the centre of her shirt. She frees the topmost one, then moves to the second one.

“Enough.”

Nesta blinks, her attention still pointed downwards to her blouse. A small gasp escapes her as she looks to Lucien in horror, and though his display had been innocuous, the realization that she is not safe prevails. He could hurt her, and she would be willing.

“I won’t harm you, Nesta. I just needed to show you that the things I can do… they are beyond human ability.” He keeps that pleasant smile on his face.

“Why me?”

“Because I want to tell my story. I have lived a long life, and to think that one day, it could fade to nothing,” he turns his head, glancing out the window, thoughtful. “It was not a good life, and I thought to confess to a priest, but I do not care for God’s forgiveness. Perhaps by helping you, I can atone for what I have done.”

Fear simmers beneath her curiosity, but Nesta won’t leave. She wants to know, she needs to know what could haunt someone like him? The terror he brings makes him even more attractive, and Nesta loathes herself for that thought. She nods. “Go on.”

“My name is Lucien Vanserra and I am a vampire, like my brothers and my father before me. I can no longer remember when I was born, or how I became the way I am, but what I remember is the first time I felt alive.” As he speaks, he looks beyond her, to a distant past she will soon be privy to. “And the day I died.”

Vampires don’t die… do they? Nesta isn’t sure what he means, whether he’s hinting at the way he was turned, or something metaphorical. Regardless, she knows exactly what her hook is going to be.

“My early life is nothing more than a haze, walking through this world as something more than human, but less than…” His pink lips purse, looking for the words. “Less than,” he simply decides, and Nesta simply understands. Sometimes, there are no words for that feeling, but only someone who has experienced it will understand. 

“You see, my father is very old and controls most of the world’s… interests. He has worked very hard to build an empire. My six brothers and I were his tools to achieve that.”

Were? These brothers, are they biological?

Nesta knows better than to interrupt a story. She jots her question down, and leaves it for later in case it’s answered later in their evening together. He pauses to give her time to write, and when she lifts her gaze, her breath catches yet again. The weight of his full attention is something. It brings heat to her cheeks, and she glances away, as if to wordlessly ask him to do the same.

Lucien glances away, lightly resting his chin on his knuckles. “His will was all that mattered. He would starve us, make us fight each other for scraps.” He looks back at Nesta before she queues another question. “Of human meat. We’d have to try and draw blood out of it.” Again, he turns his head and finds that distant point to stare at. “It was more of the same. Pain. Hunger. Hate. It all blends together after a couple of centuries. I can’t imagine what it is like for my father. Thousands of years,” he says breathlessly, shaking his head. “And so stagnant.”

“He’s still alive?” The surprise draws the question out of her before she can help it, but Nesta is rarely apologetic, even for the most honest of mishaps.

A purse of the lips is all his father is worth it seems. So little emotions have poured from this man before her; perhaps that’s her responsibility then. Not only to tell his story, but to feel it on his behalf. His life is more than words on a page; she’ll make sure to do it justice, to give it the second chance he so clearly yearns for.

“I would say so. My father has a way of… surviving even the worst odds. Or perhaps my eldest brother has finally dealt with him.” The corner of Lucien’s lips twitch, mild annoyance rearing its head. “I find it strange how humans are the one who show more grace than any of the gods you all worship so.”

“She was my first, a peasant woman in some distant countryside. The details of the place have long faded, but I remember her face, clear as day. The most beautiful human I had ever seen.” Lucien looks at Nesta when he speaks the next words. “At the time.”

“My father had tired of me and my weak heart. You see, out of my six brothers, I fancied his methods the least. Humans are… not cattle to me. They’re small, and weak, yes, but what they excel at is beyond the physical.” He lifts his index finger, tapping over his heart. “It’s here. With every beat. Jesminda embodied that with her every breath. She was better than all of us put together.”

“But that… comes later. I tend to digress when it comes to her.”

The corners of his lips twitch again, and this time, Nesta thinks it's the ghost of a smile come to haunt his melancholy.

“I was starving, and for my kind, hunger is madness. I lunged at her. I was going to drink her dry. I didn’t want to, but there is nothing that can stop us when we are… like that. Or perhaps I am simply a weaker creature. I don’t know how she knew, and she only ever told me that I looked desperate, not evil. She offered me her wrist to drink. I don’t remember letting go, but we both survived the encounter.”

Lucien leans forward, holding his hands out for Nesta’s notebook and pen. She hands them to him without complaint. He begins to draw.

“I loved her, and it was my first time experiencing such a feeling. You cannot truly understand love until you have been truly devoid of it. Anything else is fascination. Affection. Complacency. It was like seeing the sun for the first time and realizing that it does not burn me. It was a drink that could sustain me for the rest of eternity, even in the smallest doses. She was my heart, and every memory of her is a beat in our song.”

He finishes the sketch, handing the notebook back to her. Jesminda is beautiful —a match to his ethereal beauty. Nesta traces her fingers over the lines drawn, etching clearly defining her darker skin tone and long dark hair. Her irises are left clear, likely a pale colour. Are they as sharp as Lucien’s? No, Nesta doubts it. Jesminda has a warmth to her, even in a simple quick portrait drawn by the only soul left to remember her. Was she a vampire, too? Did she choose to stay by his side as long as she could?

“I didn’t have a chance to turn her,” Lucien supplies, and that leaves Nesta even more in awe. 

A human as beautiful as a vampire. A human who’s kindness cleared the haze of Lucien’s meaningless existence. Nesta is careful not to smudge the ink, still tracing her outline as if she could learn more from Jesminda herself. She wants to know what she saw in Lucien, but that is a mystery lost in time, isn’t it?

“I wanted to, believe me, but my father rather enjoys inflicting pain. I do not think he found greater joy than tearing my heart right out of my chest and making me watch.”

Lucien goes quiet for a long, long moment. When he goes still, it’s unsettling. There is nothing natural to it. He might very well be made of marble. 

“I’m so—”

“Save your breath. You’ll see, I’m not worth your pity. Looking back, I think he did us a favour.” He shifts again, peppering in the smallest mannerism tied to humanity. “The story isn’t about her because I don’t think Jesminda would want anything to do with the thing I’ve become. No,” he says to himself. “She’d grieve, I would think. Hm. Yes. She saw something in me that was worth believing in, and my father killed it along with her.”

“I promised a story about a vampire, and you will soon see that the only thing we share in common with you is this mortal plane, and our features. The rest…” Lucien huffs, amused. “Is a fantasy you’ve all made up to cope with the existence of the devils walking among you.”

“I have an amendment to make,” Lucien says, suddenly.

“Oh?” Nesta asks softly, invested in where this is going.

“This more than the story of how I lived, and how I died. This is the story of how I became my father, and it all begins with him. Tamlin. My love, my mate and my greatest sin.”

[mayhemchicken-varneyposting]

Aside from Varney/Charles, are there any other relationships (romantic, qpr, platonic, other) that you think have potential for expanding into something interesting?

Ohhhh this ask is pure catnip to me. Thank you for sending this in I'm going to be thinking about this so hard.

I've already talked some about the grifter4grifter potential that is Varney and Margaret Meredith, but that's a silly example and I have more serious ones.

Varney/Marmaduke. I have canon evidence of this one. I'm in the process of exploring it in Man of the House, which is stalled at the moment while I figure out where on Earth the plot of it is going, but once I do then so help me God I WILL write that tragic toxic vampire yaoi.

Henry/Varney. I think this one is almost completely one-sided; it adds something to Henry's character as a guy who is just the MOST out of his depth anyone has ever been if he also develops a crush on the vampire harassing his family. And Varney finds it incredibly entertaining; he eggs it on, fans that little flame just to see how big it can get. I've written fic about this too, it's Chapter 1 of Varney the Vampire Bites Everybody.

Whatever the hell is going on between Varney and Floyd. There's almost not enough of it to even speculate. They're cordial to one another in the vampire council scene, but then in Anderbury Floyd attempts to sucker up to Varney for money and Varney murders him. I need to know more. Were they ever friends. Do they hate each other. What is their deal.

For the lesbians out there Flora interacts with exactly one (1) female character who isn't her mother, and it's Helen Richardson from Anderbury. They become friends. I'm afraid I can't tell you more than this because literally the entire relationship happens offscreen in a sort of epilogue to the Anderbury section, and then both of them vanish from the narrative and are never seen again.

...Sorry lesbians. This book is terrible with female characters. It's fine we'll just break free of the bounds of time (linear time is already not a thing in Varney the Vampire) and introduce her to Clara Crofton, who also has no personality but we don't CARE we don't CARE we're chucking the author out a window and boarding it up behind him. They can awkwardly bond about having their lives ruined by the same disaster man while Charles nurses Ringwood back to health in the background from his latest head injury.

How did I forget about VARNEY/BEVAN mein gott. Those old men need to fuck. Or at least tenderly kiss. Varney. Take a leaf out of Clarimonde's book and SEDUCE! THAT! PRIEST!

I'm not done yet. Putting more of these under a cut since they've got big spoilers for the Varney summaries

Varney and Marchdale. Whatever they've got going on could be fascinating. (I say "could be" because in practice Marchdale is a cartoon villain and Varney is a different kind of cartoon villain, and their relationship has zero depth.) I've expanded on their whole Deal a bit in blood, sweat, and tears (god I've referenced so many of my own fics in this post. I guess that's not surprising, most of the relationships I'm interested in are ones I've written about) where I have Marchdale In It For The Immortality and Varney playing along with him because he'll wade through fire for anyone who learns about the vampirism and still treats him like a person.

On that note, Mrs. Bannerworth and the chaotic triangle of men in her life. Listen to me. Mrs. B married Marmaduke, but Marchdale courted Mrs. B when they were younger, and they were close enough that he moved into her house when Marmaduke died. Then a Goddamn Vampire arrives on the scene, menaces them for a while, and then Marchdale betrays her family for the Goddamn Vampire. To the point of attempting to kill her daughter's fiance. AND THEN. SHE LEARNS. THE GODDAMN VAMPIRE WAS FRIENDS WITH HER HUSBAND BACK IN THE DAY. they maybe fucked you can't prove they didn't. And now the Goddamn Vampire is friends with them, so really Marchdale betrayed them and died for nothing. What a goddamn STEW. Genuinely Mrs. B might have the most interesting perspective on the events of the story of any character in it, and James Misogyny Rymer makes her little more than set dressing. I'm going to raise him from the dead so I can re-kill him.

[dootznbootz]

Im going to be so so so so so so so so so so soooo fucking for real. I hate Circe x Scylla with every FIBER every INCH OF MY BEING

Why? Because it's honestly victim x abuser

Ik we all like our toxic yuri, but let me out it this way: There are two main versions of Scylla's myth, that is, where Scylla is turned into a monster.

In one, she's turned into a monster by Circe for rejecting Glaukos. Which- She literally got her entire life TAKEN AWAY BY CIRCE because she rejected some dude she didn't like. And that Circe happened to like

Scylla didn't do anything wrong, that's just Circe being a bitch

And in another one, she runs away from Glaukos when he tried to charm her. And yadaya he went to Circe to ask for a potion to charm Scylla. Circe thought the gods wouldn't like something like that (idk that's what happened in the myth. But we all know our Greek mythology so this is kinda weird-) and offered to be Glaucus's lover instead. When he refused her, she got so angry and jealous she turned innocent Scylla into a monster.

SHE TOOK SCYLLA'S WHOLE LIFE AWAY BECAUSE SHE WAS PETTY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

And NO Circe book, Circe didn't feel sorry about it.

I love Circe so much, like so much, but Scylla deserves someone so much better. Justice for Scylla I feel so bad for her. Girl rejects a guy she didn't like, and then gets morphed into a man eating monster

And also, ama need people to stop trying to put all the blame on glaucus and trying to justify Circe's actions. Just please acknowledge your "girl's girl girlboss doesn't need no man feminist icon" is actually a really terrible person. Shipping Circe with Scylla is like shipping Hera with one of the innocent women she killed for sleeping with Zeus (even though they didn't have a choice most of the time), it's literally just so ehh for me

And I'm not here to hate on anyone who likes the ship, but me personally? I hate it so much bro

Oh, I absolutely get where you're coming from. In general, when it comes to "toxic ships", it'll always be so much fascinating to me to just have them fucking hate each other. No romance or attraction and/or "hate-fucking".

I can understand the appeal of toxic yuri in a way (I've always preferred yuri in general over yaoi lol) but like, I think it's juicier even to have that visceral fucking hatred. Especially from Scylla's end. And even then, Circe talks mad shit about Scylla in the Odyssey.

In there lives Scylla. She has a dreadful yelp. It’s true her voice sounds like a new-born pup, but she’s a vicious beast. No mortal man would feel good seeing her, nor would a god who crossed her path. She has a dozen feet, all deformed, six enormously long necks,      with a horrific head on each of them, and three rows of teeth packed close together, full of murky death. Her lower body she keeps in her hollow cave, out of sight, but sticks her heads outside the fearful hole, and fishes there, scouring around the rock for dolphins, swordfish, or some bigger prey, whatever she can seize of all those beasts moaning Amphitrite keeps nourishing in numbers past all counting. No sailors                 yet can boast they and their ship sailed past her without disaster. Each of Scylla’s heads carries off a man, snatching him away                         right off the dark-prowed ship. [...] Why won’t you yield to the immortal gods? She’s not human, but a destroyer who will never die— fearful, difficult, and fierce—not someone                you can fight. There’s no defence against her. The bravest thing to do is run away.                              If you linger by the cliff to arm yourself, I fear she’ll jump out once more, attack you with all her heads and snatch away six men, just as before. Row on quickly past her, as hard as you can go. Send out a call to Crataiis, her mother, who bore her to menace human beings. She’ll restrain her— Scylla’s heads won’t lash out at you again.     

(Book 12, Johnston)

(I think it's interesting how Circe yells at Odysseus about how he won't yield to immortal gods but that's a bit outta context AND an entirely differently thing.)

It's kind of a curious thing in which Circe seems to imply that Scylla was BORN as a monster based on how she mentions Scylla's "mom". I don't know if this is just "Homeric version" of the myth or what but it's something neat to think about.

And honestly? My Circe, being the wacky potion making scientist gal I have her as, would probably be even more of a bitch in how "ooooo experiment time." only to realize "Oh wait, I made her too scary and TOO powerful. hm. nevermind. Not going near her."

With Circe and shipping, idk, I've always felt like she'd be like "messy". It's not that she's not capable of love, I think she's just like, so much of a "I do whatever the fuck I want" that she probably wouldn't really respect her partner's boundaries. She's like Maureen from "Rent" and/or PotC's Calypso where the only reason why she didn't see Davy Jones after he waited was "It's in my Nature".

In which she's just like "Look you either want me as I am, meaning I do whatever the fuck I want, OR you leave."

Like she loves, but she's not like, a ride or die partner. (I mean Odysseus was an experiment to her, as that's how she views mortals in my stuff. She thinks Mortals are kind of gross. She only has sex with him once because of this.) She's FwB with Hermes in my stuff as well, as yeah, Gods are less "gross".

Honestly, I think if people wanna ship Scylla with someone, I think Caribbidis would be fun?? Monster Wives??? (HOT) Both were cursed, they're close to each other, etc. Like, idk how much sentience Caribidis has, being a giant fucking mouth, but idk. maybe they could chat and bond?? even just as friends.

[frigz-selfshipping]

pen, flame, & comet for your hsr s/i! :3 -- violetsareblue-selfships

omg i love talking about my self inserts i have barely mentioned !!!

my hsr s/i's name is vincent btw!!

Pen:Say a fact about your lore or yourself/self-insert, it can be absolutely anything! Short or long winded!

Vincent was raised by Elio! Yes, the leader of the Stellaron Hunters. This is something temporary since we don't know Elio's age but I assume he is at least an adult (tbh i expect him to an immortal being that's just hella old-).

Vincent had been corrupted by a stellaron that had landed on his home planet (which is named Gogh) and his appearance was changed because of it. Another side effect is that he went into a weeks long unquenchable rage that had him kill many people without him even realizing, this includes his blood family. Elio had come to Vincent's planet, finding a 12 year old with blood on his claws, and decided to take him in.

Elio is who taught Vincent most of what he knows about using his own abilities! Vincent's also the first official Stellaron Hunter after Elio!

🔥Flame: Do you/your self-insert have an enemy? If so, who is it and why are they so hated? What was a particularly heated moment between you two?

This is complicated! At first, I'm inclined to say themself. Obviously they have a ton of self-hatred for killing their own family and several other people they can't remember. It doesn't help that they don't remember how it happened and, due to the time that's passed since the incident, Vincent has forgotten what their family looks like. For a very, very long time they refused to touch anyone out of fear that they'd kill that person to.

Another answer is Sunday!! Toxic yaoi for the win <3 these two HATED each other at first. It was a battle to see who could out-manipulate who. During the Penacony arc, Vincent is there! They snuck onto The Reverie and are discovered by Sunday (gasp!!!). The two strike a deal that Vincent does what Sunday wants in exchange for letting them stay. That entire part of Penacony those two are at each others throats. There's a reason I said Loveit? was a song that fit early Vinceday. Right now, Sunday is the biggest short-term enemy for Vincent. Although, that quickly ends at the ending of Penacony. They are unlabeled in their relationship but are romantically together. Just haven't outright said they're dating.

If we aren't talking short-term or themself as an enemy, obviously Vincent's biggest enemy is Nanook. They are a Stellaron Hunter and a stellaron practically destroyed Vincent's planet.

☄️Comet: What was a moment where you/your self-insert really shined? This can be a badass moment, a moment where you felt important to the overall lore, or just a really cool and important moment!

I'm doing something that's important, not really badass lol.

For the Xianzhou and Belobog arc, Vincent is a part of the Astrall Express! But not the way you think. It's disguised as a member. During the interlude of Xianzhou and Penacony, Vincent is caught speaking to one of the Stellaron Hunters and has to leave. This is all part of the plan, after all since Elio has everything scripted. Vincent knew its time was short with Express. The purpose of why is something I'm brainstorming, but the thought is to watch the beginning of the Trailblazer's journey!

After their betrayal, a huge fight breaks out between the crew and Vincent. Vincent ends up transforming into its Stellaron Hunter form (related to their abilities dw about it for now teehee) with very dramatic means and disappearing. All they leave behind is their express ticket which torn up in the fight.

When the crew returns to the Express and enter Vincent's room (that they didn't let anyone enter) they discover how empty it is. Really just a bed and night stand. March probably says how Vincent is just as good as decorating as Dan Heng. When they look through the room a bit AKA opening the night stand drawer, they find letters addressed to the entire express and to different members. Vincent writes none that of its feelings towards the crew were faked, even if its outward appearance and history was. It knows it'll never be forgiven, but it wishes the crew well.

thank you for the ask <3

god i love rambling.

[jadzio]

Hey, I know it's been a lil while, and that you're busy, but I've been wondering about something. In the past, you have mentioned that Velvette is your favorite character from Hazbin, and I'm curious - what's the reason for that?

It mostly surprised me because of how little screentime she gets (I believe she has roughly 4 scenes, where she got to speak). I have also had instances where I came to really love side characters that the story didn't put much focus on, but I also don't recall any of them ever making it to my number 1 spot, so yeah.

But I will admit that I enjoyed her quite a bit. Her VA did a great job, and I do like the fun archetype of the 'snooty self absorbed rich girl that is also pretty short I guess' (with Pacifica from GF, Qiyana from League, and Disgust from Inside Out being some other examples I liked).

And Resepctless is a bop, of course. Plus it also strongly implied that Velvette is somewhat delusional (as Vox was shown to be the backbone of her group, being the one with biggest influence, that also sorts situations out - while Zestial didn't loose any relevance, judging by the way folks on the street reacted to him), which could be a fun thing to explore in Season 2.

I wonder if there's anything more to your enjoyment of the character, or if it's just the stuff I already said. After all, we all have our favorite tropes and archetypes, and a character would often become my favorite for simply fitting into the ones I like!

But I suppose there's no harm in asking :3

dw dw

I may answer a bit late, but hey at some point I will claw out some time...

Velvette is my fave from hazbin, but Beelzebub is my fave from the whole hellaverse.

I dont think she is delusional tho. I think that line was just either puffing up your coat to appear bigger and more threatening to the other overlords or all the v's i think thinks of themselves as the most important. We see a lot of vox, but id say that its vel who keeps things running the most. She isn't running and wasting time on simping for someone who won't even look at em (I mean angel for Val and alastor for vox). She feels like she needs to pick up crap after their toxic yaoi and feel the consequences the most.

And I think zestial might have lost some influence. I mean if u only take what folks from the street think of him, I mean they acted like that when they've seen alastor too, but its harder to argue that he remained in the same power as before. I think most sinners would reacted that way, cause 1 overlords, 2 who knows what they are up to, 3 they are known to take souls so u know u can still think lowly of someone and still be scared of them if they have a granade in their hand. Sides Val might have said that cause maybe v's have millions of souls due to the powers shift and more of the new sinners coming to them for technology., while zestiel might have had only a few thousands, strong ones, but less in numbers. Maybe she thinks those old souls can't do much anymore as opposed to their millions. also situation just had changed, they've discovered that angels are not immortal. so she wants a new approach to the situation and not be dragged by old unchanged ways of ye old. Also also all that was to prode and poke at carmila to cause her to outburst. I think she is smarter then u give her credit to. she knows its Carmilla and is trying to get out more info in the way she knows how. also it might have been again puffing up your coat to bring more overlords to her side.

But to answer ur question, I think i need to go back to queen bee. My love for her started for a beautiful design and its still a big part of it ofc. But... Idk how to describe it. She kinda awakened/opened some part of me if even just a lil (not like sexually i already know im pan/furry don't at me). Some part that been hidden away. one thats more spunk and free in her expression. More femme but in this specific way. This all didnt change my life in a dramatic way, but it pry open the door for other stuff to influence it.

And thats where Vel comes in. Trough that opened door, a lil bit. She also has an amazing design. But she is also spunky and not afraid to speak her mind and have a lil fun with it. She is respectless and a lil but of a bad bitch and Idk that kinda resonates with me a lil. I sometimes wish I had that confidence to flip off other plp (when deserved obvi) and dress in unusual ways.

overall idk you can all attribute my interest in them both to excellent design. but that's my theory on why

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OMG looove that🤣😭

ending of the dark prophecy summarized